Fabricated Love

{15} just you

He couldn't help but cry. How did he even end up like that? What exactly did he do to experience this terrible and creepy nightmare?

The fact that they decided to keep the phone with Jungkook basically meant that this person was extremely confident that the boy wouldn't make it. And in all honesty, Jungkook had come to a similar conclusion as well.

It didn't seem like he could hold on any longer.

He hadn't ever experienced this type of cold. The room was so cold and the lack of layers he had on were killing him both physically and mentally. His breathing would occasionally hitch, hiccups never stopping, eyes constantly shedding tears, body completely cold and devoid of any warmth, face turned completely red. This was no less than hell, except if it had a colder version to it.

The phone in his hand was soon brought to use as he opened up his contacts with wobbly and shaky hands, heavily breathing. There was no room for breathing, no sign of positive light, the same monotonous grey colour covering the entire room. As he made his decision of whom to call in a quick fraction of second, he had to consider certain things.

He was being tortured right now so the person he asks for help would also inevitably be in danger. There was no way he was going to call Seokjin. He knew that it would be a risky move. The only person he could think of was Taehyung as he called him up from his contacts.

Taehyung would save him, Jungkook had full confidence. For some weird reason, something about him made the younger feel safe and secure. He felt like he could make it out alive. Plus, the elder was a detective and probably knew how to handle a situation like this. He was used to getting in danger so things like these wouldn't actually scare him.

"Hey, Jungkook." He picked up, voice sounding quite low.

"I need your help." He hiccuped right then, hugging his body fully as new tears escaped past his eyes. They were red and moist, all too swollen by now.

"Are you alright?" There was concern in his voice, something that Jungkook did realise but didn't have the time to appreciate.

"C-can you...can you track my ph-phone?" He had no idea where he was and that is what was scaring him. Was he even in Seoul? Paranoid thoughts eating him alive, he couldn't help but break into another sob. This time, Taehyung could very well hear and sense it.

"Jungkook, talk to me properly please. What's wrong?" By now, Taehyung had left the cabin, leaving behind a confused Jimin. He didn't care about that yet. Jungkook's unusually petrified voice was what had caught his attention.

"Hyung." The younger whispered for the first time in an oh so gentle tone. However, Taehyung could feel the hurt and pain behind it. He could hear how unnaturally fast his every breath was, as if being forced to breathe.

"I'm...I'm stuck somewhere and I-I don't know wh-where..." He sounded like a little child, so scared and so naive.

It didn't take Taehyung another second as he quickly ran out of the office without informing anybody. He could hear Kai's voice from behind, asking him where he was headed to. However, the less amount of time he had forced him to not reply. Quickly seated in his car, he connected Jungkook's number and other details to the GPS tracking device, present on his phone as well as having direct access with his car.

"Don't worry, Jungkook. I'm trying my best to track you."

"Please hurry." He sounded so upset, as if understanding the consequences of the situation.