Teddy where are you? (tk) ✔

New home

"Sleep well my darling , whisper my name and I'll be here with you when you need me "

The demon fondly says to the sleepy boy in his arms that he's carrying back to his room, jungkook's room was a illusion that he created in first place and he's planning to keep it for his comfort, before taking him to his own room when time comes

The way jungkook's limbs are dead weight would have concerned any other person but not the demon whose senses are in delight with feel of his angels flesh and his soft body on himself , he loves to feel him against him as if made for his arms only , made only to be held by him.

Jungkook stirs and he tightens his grip , a small wicked smile not leaving his lips as he graze his tail on his angels face to remove strands of hair covering his eyelids

When he finally settles jungkook on his bed, he closed the door giving him his privacy as promised by him earlier
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When jungkook's consciousness came back, his senses perk on the familiar scent that lingers all over his room, on his bed sheets, in the air, on his mouth

He didn't bother sitting up ,pulling the blanket over him, he disappears himself like a caterpillar in cocoon waiting, resting ,working to evolve for wings that'll sore it up the blue sky, except there's no wings, there's claws on his wrists, there's no blue sky but dead clouds in polluted red sky ,this cocoon is not growth but an escape from reality, there's nothing for him

He sobs, then another, and another until the whole room echoes with his pained cries , he already misses his home ,his room, this isn't his room, it's fake  he don't feel familiar even if every dent and scratch on the walls and on furnitures are known to him ,it's dark and too quite.

All its screaming is of demon, every corner, every molecule of air screams his existence and he can't even bring himself to throw up because it's calming him down as he cries again

He is sick of being exhausted and sleeping like this whenever the demon is done playing with him, he hates the look of satisfaction on his face when his body react to him , he hates to want more kisses that'll extinguish the unquenchable thirst that only increase by every other he's forced to receive.

He's making him addict and he's already addicted

There's no way out , he is losing hope, there's no way for a mere human like him to find a way back home without anyone's help ,no way he can crawl the depths of hell, heck even make past this room without the demon knowing

Even if he makes out this house , he'll be killed on spot by hunger driven human souls without humanity and his only saviour will be the demon who'll definitely won't take this escape easily

He's trapped, lost and he accepts it

It's better ,less painful for his mind to accept his helplessness, his weakness , a little bit quite in the chaos of thoughts pushing, shoving into each other

His heart still hurts, his body is relaxed but this is the truth , his fucking reality

He's at mercy of the demon and he gives up on his hope to get back to his once peaceful normal life

The pains too much for hopelessness, it's not worth it anymore, what's he gonna fight for when there's no one here except him and the demon, when he have no options to choose from when only option is the demon, when there's no one to give in except for demon .

The demon wanted his whole world only around him and that's what it is, lying in the world of demon
for the demon

He's so tierd, he can't bring himself to breathe without crying because it smells like him