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꧁ Chapter sixteen ꧂

' I need to calm down. '

He slammed the door behind him. And for the better security, he turned on the lock, tugging at it two times just to make sure since he couldn't take any chance of risking it after all he had done. Because, the last thing he want would be, Jimin or anyone bursting through the door and getting scared to death by seeing the real Jungkook underneath the flesh-

- more like what has happened on the flesh.

He was already flushed. Sweat dripping down his white skin. His breaths becoming more heavier when he felt that sharp and cruel pain as if thousands of fire ants were biting through his veins. And the numb feeling of his entire body, his feet almost giving up the fight to stand still. 

And the worst was yet to come.

" Bloody hell, not yet. "

He growled, still leaning heavily against the door- which much sounded like a wild animal's growl. With his mind running around like a crazy splinter, he did the only thing he thought was right.

" My- my " he muttered to himself when his eyes widened without his own consciousness. " my Opioids. "

He obeyed to his six senses that were harmoniously shouting at him to take the easiest way out. Not like he had any other way in fact.

His shaky footsteps took a moment for him to reach out for his black cupboard that stood at the other end of the room. Much more time spending when he took out the keys from his pocket, only to struggle with it for a while to find the right one.

He dropped down on to the rough carpeted floor before he quickly opened the largest drawer at there. 

His hands were starting to shake that he even stopped with all the fussing he was causing for a moment. He brought his shaky hands in the mid air only to find his hands  that didn't look like his own, at least the way they looked before. His soft skin, marked by the blue veins that ran up his arms was actually a sight to the eyes of a person who admires stronger arms.

But, now it wasn't so pleasing as that. Not at the way his veins bulge out of his hands in a greater amount like some worms that were twisting and twirling as if they wanted to tear his flesh and come out, being more horrific to the eyes when they were clearly visible in a deep blue color. And altogether, his cleanly cut short nails having to have grown longer than ever before. 

It was only the arms- but it would not take much time to take over his whole body either. And- time is precious, they say. And he knew it better than anyone else.

He took in a shaky breath, being slightly afraid of his own hands- but the anger in him still managed to get the best of him when he clenched his fists into a tight curl, now his sharp and pointed- and most likely venomous nails digging deeper into his hard flesh. He couldn't distinguish what thing caused this pain or that pain, so he didn't really care.

He didn't  even realize the loud growl he released from the deeper part of his throat. Now the frustrated cries echoing out through the walls that weren't sound proofed. 

' I can't let this take over me. '  

He breathed out a couple of times along with the heavy grunts that made it out through him, his nostrils flaring in and out. Still, the  flooding pain inside his circulatory system only increased as it ever can get as if punishing him over and over in a horrid loop for the sins that he had ever committed and not committed .

' Not this time, dad. Not this time. '

He forced himself to raise his head to look at the opened drawer to find two metal boxes which was safely locked away moments before when he heard some loud banging on the door. His mind was too messed up to care anything for the world when he felt like being burned alive, both within and out at the same time.