Okay, I've started reading a psychotic book and it is getting into me a lot. So I guess I'm gonna show all the craziness that I am feeling right now in my book as well, haha.
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"Jungkook.....please.....come out. You've been inside for a week now. Please come out and eat" Jungkook heard his best friend, Seokjin's voice outside his room. But he had neither the energy, nor the will to go out of the room.
He never did - for the past one week. Seokjin, who lived along with his husband, Namjoon, in the flat opposite to their flat, tried his best to get Jungkook out of his room and eat something.
But Jungkook had been stubborn.
Just a week ago, Jungkook was full of a feverish desperation, snapping at anyone and everyone who tried to tell him that it had been three months since his boyfriend had died and that it was of no use to keep searching.
But six days ago, Namjoon had released an official statement that Kim Taehyung was dead. The original process actually involved two months of searching for an individual before declaring him dead, mainly when the individual writes a suicide letter before going MIA.
But Namjoon and Seokjin were extremely close to Taehyung and Jungkook. So Namjoon, being the head of the police department, extended the searching period for another month. But there was only so much that he could do too.
The second Namjoon released the official statement, Jungkook had lost all of the feverish desperation that he had had until then and had collapsed on the spot.
When he woke up in his room after an hour, he immediately pushed Seokjin and Namjoon out of the room and locked his door behind them.
That was the last they had seen of him. He kept hearing Seokjin come and try to get him out of his room multiple times every day, bringing food with him every time and leaving it outside his bedroom. But he never ate any of it. He never opened his door either.
He just sat on his bed - their bed - and stared at the tons of pictures of him and Taehyung that he had pulled out of the album in a frenzy when he first locked himself in the room.
Sometimes, he sobbed and screamed like crazy, trying to pull the hair out of his head. Sometimes, he just stared at the photos in a trance, without blinking for a single millisecond.
Sometimes, he fell asleep on the photos and woke up with his drool smeared all over them. When that happened, he woke up and ran to the washroom to get a towel, and spent the next couple of hours frantically trying to wipe the photos with the feverish glint back in his eyes.
He knew he was slowly losing his sanity, but he didn't care. He didn't see what he would do in a world that didn't have his Taehyung in it.
Then again, they had known and loved each other platonically for the past seventeen years, liked each other romantically for the past nine years and been in a relationship for the past seven years.
(Just in case you get confused, they knew each other for 17 years....out of that, they liked each other for 9 years....out of those 9 yrs, they have been in a relationship for 7 yrs.)
The only reason the two hadn't proposed to each other was because they were still too young. But neither of them could see a future without the other.
And now that Taehyung decided to go ahead and kill himself because of the offensive words that Jungkook had said, he had no idea what he was going to do anymore.
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