ʸ0ᵘ ᶜAⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˢ'ᶜᵃPᵉ ᵐ-ᵉ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒOᵏ
kim taehyung needs to fix the world one person at a time to follow in his father's footsteps.
jeon jungkook needs to survive long enough to change his mind.
ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ!ᴀᴜ
ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ!ᴀᴜ
тσρ! тαєнуυηg
вσттσм! נυηgкσσк
mature co...
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lana del rey +++ off to the races
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jungkook's POV
i awake with a shiver. i'm blinking my eyes repeatedly against the harsh lighting. catching my breath seems to be so hard. why does my leg hurt so bad-
i'm...what am i doing here?
the thoughts race back, memories overtaking my senses like a knife pressed to my throat.
a vision of bodies piled in a room sends bile up my throat. that memory seems so vivid. mr. kim was smiling at the bodies, and i h-had to run...
oh yes, the room with all the objects in it. it reminded me of a tool shed, only its contents were much stranger. i was in there...right?
"jungkook! stop it right now if you want to live!"
i can hear his voice in my mind. i remember hearing him yelling at me. fighting me. I pushed a shelf onto him...then he threw a knife...?
the memory dredges pain from my hamstring. my hands reach down through the lightly pinkish water to feel the spot that he stabbed me. it's wrapped haphazardly with a piece of familiar white cloth. my shirt.
wait. my shirt?
why would mr. kim try to stop the bleeding? i thought for sure he would kill me in an instant. but no, something is missing from my memory, what is it? the concept tingles at the edge of my mind...
something hot...a lighter?
oh.
oh no.
a dirty feeling washes through my stomach. i recall reaching out, begging to be burned. the strange look in his eyes as he took in what i told him. did i pass out then?
where am i now? i gaze around at my surroundings. this bathroom is much nicer than the first one. it's decorated beautifully, with lavender accents. it smells clean, carries many paintings of nature that normally would make me feel at home. this can't be the same place i was held in.
did someone save me?
no, why would i be placed in a bathtub...unconscious? no regular person would leave me like this. that could only mean one thing.
