Teddy where are you? (tk) ✔

Basement

Jungkook groggily rubbed his eyes ,opening easily in darkness of his room, he slept with the help of clattering and splash of rain on his window with coldness seeping through his walls

But right now it's too cold

He removes his blanket, confused on why the demon is not by his side but the confusion melts away remembering his locked door and it's cause, a pit of discomfort builds in him and he scrunch his face on this.

He Place his bare feet on cold floor causing his toes to curl, soon replacing them with his padded slippers, he rubs his hands to birth heat as his body shivers, he instantly wrap the blanket around himself, picking his discarded phone from the ground

3:22 am

His phone is on verge of dying and he instantly switch his lights on and search for cable, connecting his phone with charger, sitting on bed afterward ,sleepless.he looks outside his window which is shivering because of strong winds

His focused gaze shifts to his door from where whispers can be heard, very faint whispers that he cannot miss in the unusual weather force shaking his window.

He wraps his blanket nicely and walks toward his door, his steps small on the sudden drop of temperature ,rubbing his arms .

The handle is ice cold as he turns it around, opening his door for first time since the morning meeting with same darkness that's not so different from his own room atmosphere except it's colder, he walks outside as whispers gets more audible, searching for its source.

He walks toward his living room, his mind foggy as the faint sharp whispers surround him , unsure where to walk towards , seemingly the whispers reaching him from all directions, sharp, audible but not understandable.

He looks at the floor and wonders if it's coming from down below, he shouldn't have opened his door, he shouldn't have walked down the stairs, outside his apartment surrounded by abandoned lonely streets, mercilessly attacked by the strong winds ,not affected a bit

He shouldn't... he wouldn't have walked toward his store room which he never opened in over two years , whose Rotten wooden door is shaking furiously in gush of wind, which grabs his blanket to detach from his warm body loosing it's heat but he don't mind letting his source of desperate warmth fly away ,crumbling away somewhere as his hands are now free to open the door which didn't need any external pull from him but it's weakness and wind did his work, meeting strong vicious whispers, buzzzing in his ears over the speed of wind ruffling his hair over and away from his eyes in unrethymic pattern

He's calm, he shouldn't be calm as he steps inside the welcoming warmth of the cramped place, getting it's first shift of air after two years.

He breathes the rusty, Rotten smell mixed with fresh air as he ducks his head to fully enter inside, he can't help it, he don't even know he should resist this.
He don't doubt, he's getting welcomed, by the warmth, the whispers soothing his ears like sirens song, the uncomfortable itch in his body getting less intense the closer he got.
He loves the satisfaction he's getting right now, he's not worried, there's no reason for him to be worried Afterall he feels welcomed.

He isn't bothered by the lack of nature's restless outside, he's cut from reality as he steps in another, a better one.

He walks
No
Strides, deeper, turning on every turn coming his way, he isn't bothered by how his once small attic is so big, endless as he feels his lungs burning as he starts running without his knowing .

He wants to know the source of this ecstasy , he feels a pull he's too weak to resist right now, only his craving and desperation claw his mind, his senses.
He don't know anyone, he don't know himself, he's unfamiliar with the ache in his legs

He only knows that he's feeling good the closer he gets, the whispers they are louder , they seem happy on his obedience ,praising ,lurring him more intensely as if afraid to loose control.

And he obliges, running till he feels warmer, his mouth waters, he suddenly feels hungry, not for food , he craves.. Craves for what he don't know

His hands now in front of his eyes trying to grab something, smiling ,finally reaching a exit, dimly lighted but it feels cozy, it feels welcoming

He makes one Last turn colliding with his exit, instantly feeling better, collapsing on something soft that he accepts, he didn't open his eyes to know his destination, content that he's where he wanted to be.

He don't need to open his eyes to verify, he can feel it, he can smell it, the scent of rain soil and burning wood ,gulping down his senses that's no less than an addiction he refuses to let go at this moment.

He feels tired...he finally reached so now he can rest.

The soothing whispers slow down, hush until they stop instantly replaced by soft snores of him, curled comfortably.

" you're finally where you belong , my darling "

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