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ARC1: JIMIN STORY.
CHP1: Bound in the Unknown
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He was an innocent, unsuspecting lad... too angelic and radiant for this cruel world.
He was bewildered and confused, not comprehending how he ended up in such a predicament. He was simply trudging home after a grueling day at work, drained and disheartened, only to suddenly wake up on the ground, bound and tethered in a location he was unfamiliar with
...somewhere .... he didn't really know where!
It was dark.
it was scary.
anxiety was playing with his mind.
His Cheeks were stained with tears.
....... terrified ........
Nothing seemed tangible as he surveyed his surroundings, enveloped in darkness that sent shivers down his spine. The darkness was a recurring nightmare for him, it was a traumatic experience.
shaking and trembling
Breathing heavily
Heavy headache
Desperately, he longed for the chaos to cease. If this was some sort of nightmare, he fervently wished to wake up and escape that dire location. His mind was consumed with questions.
'Where am I?'
'Why is this happening again?'
'Someone, please save me from this darkness. I can't endure this any longer. I feel like I'm suffocating. I need light.'
He waited for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, only a few minutes had passed. His anxiety was spiraling out of control.
"Someone, please hear me," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I beg of you, give me light," he cried out in despair.
"Anyone, please, help me," his voice faltered as he struggled to speak.
But his cries fell on deaf ears. The voices around him continued to grow louder and more frantic. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were filled with sorrow and pain.
"Who's there?" He tried to ask, but no sound escaped his lips. "Someone is crying," he thought, as the voices grew louder and more frantic.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed, but they didn't stop. They just grew louder and louder, like a horde of people were shouting and crying and wailing.
He couldn't block out the noise, even with his hands tied behind his back.
'It's all your fault!' whispers echo in his mind, causing a surge of fear to wash over him.
"No, it's not! Please, stop!" He pleads with the voice, desperately trying to shake the voice off.
' just die already '
the voice sneers, causing his heart to race and his stomach to twist in knots.
"No...please, leave me alone," he begs, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for mercy.
' Help! Don't touch me! NO!' Another voice cries out, making him realize that the voice in his head may not be the only one.
"STOP! SHUT UP! STOP!" He screams, his voice hoarse from the constant shouting and crying. He clings to the hope that someone will hear him, but his cries are abruptly cut off when the sound of a metal door being slammed open fills the room.
Meanwhile, on another floor of the same building, two men are deep in conversation.
"Listen, you shouldn't have brought him here. He might be innocent," one of them says, a hint of unease in his voice.
"Even if he's innocent, I'm sure he knows about the data placement. That old man must have told him. You know how important that information is, Namjoon," the other replies, his tone firm and unyielding.
"Yeah, I know. The company could be destroyed if we don't get that information. But I can't shake this strange feeling about the boy. I don't know why," Namjoon admits, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Since when do we care about innocent people and their feelings? We're mafias for God's sake, not in a psychiatric hospital," the other man, Jungkook, snaps, frustration clear in his voice. He knows what worries his older brother the most, but he can't bring himself to soften his stance. If innocent people truly existed, he believes, the world wouldn't be in such a dire state
Namjoon concurred, "Yeah, you're right". he can't help but worry about the situation, even though he knows Jungkook is right.
The five Hyungs were part of the mafia, but they loathed causing harm to innocent people. Unlike their boss, who was ruthless and lacked empathy, they tried to help him, but their efforts were in vain. They often joked, "At least he loves us, so we are safe."
As they were discussing business matters, a knock was heard on the door. "Come in," Jungkook called out. A man in black entered the room, "Boss, something is wrong with the hostage. He keeps crying and shouting."
Jungkook's anger boiled over, "So what? He's a hostage. What the hell do you want him to do, sing?"
The man in black was shaking with fear. "B-but sir, he's acting w-weird. He keeps saying 'don't touch me' and 'Shut up'."
Namjoon suggested, "Kook, I think we should check and it's time to speak with him anyway."
Jungkook agrees.
They walked down the hall to the stairs and headed to the basement where the boy was being held. As they approached, they could hear a high-pitched voice crying and shouting, "It's not me...shut up...don't touch me...please help...get out."
the boss glared at the man, furious, "What the hell is happening? Do we have an intruder? How the hell is someone in there?" He shouted.
"No-no sir, that's the weird thing. He's alone," the man stuttered.
They arrived at the basement where four men were guarding the door. "Open the door," Jungkook ordered. The door was opened, and they entered the room. The boy was indeed alone, shaking, crying, and shouting at no one in particular.
Jungkook approached the boy, "Will you shut the hell up, kid? Or I'm going to shut you up myself." He was furious because the boy was not only shouting and crying loudly, but he also was not facing them. To Jungkook, this was disrespectful to the mafia boss and unforgivable.
"N-no...d-don't touch me...it's not me...not my fault...yes, I should...I will die...you're right...just stop talking...too many voices...crying...shut up...shut up...SHUT UP," the boy kept shouting and crying.
the boss intervened, "Looks like I should shut you up...Hyung, give me the silver knife." But before Jungkook could grab the knife, Namjoon suggested,
"Euh...Kook, I think he's having a panic attack. We should call Jin Hyung."
Furious, Jungkook exclaimed, "The hell, Hyung? We're just going to leave him like this? I don't understand why we need to call a doctor because of some idiot having a panic attack."
Namjoon attempted to reason with him, "Listen, Jungkook, leaving someone in this state without help is even worse. Think about it. we still need him." He didn't know much about panic attacks, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the boy like this.
"Fine. Fine. You," Jungkook pointed to a black man at the door, "go get the doctor right now. You have less than 5 minutes."
The man took off in a flash, knowing that the distance between the basement and the doctor's room would take him at least 10 minutes and he only had 2.5 minutes left of the 5 minutes given to him. If he didn't make it in time, it could mean his life.
"What do you think we should do to help him? I'm afraid that by the time Jin Hyung gets here, the boy will pass out," Namjoon panicked, not knowing what to do if the boy died. They were doomed.
"Help...light...dark...kill...shut up," the boy's voice was fading as if someone was choking the life out of him.
"He's breathing hard. What are we going to do?" Namjoon was freaking out, not knowing what to do if the boy died.
"Could you shut it you're acting like an amateur " Jungkook spat, he was getting impatient. " Where the hell is Jin Hyung?"
"I'm here," Jin panted, out of breath from running. "What happened?"
"He's getting a panic attack," Namjoon informed him.
Jin approached the boy, "Hey, I'm here. Listen to my voice, okay? Look at me." He spoke softly, trying to make the boy look at him, but as soon as he touched him, the boy cried out loud.
"No, please- don't touch me...get me out...Mom, help!...light...Mom...please...I'm sorry," the boy's breathing was getting harder. He was losing it.
"Turn the light on now!" Jin yelled.
"No, Hyung, he'll see our faces. Not happening," Jungkook protested.
"What in the world is going on with you?" Jin exclaimed furiously. "You're willing to harm him if he doesn't comply with your demands, and if he doesn't, you're going to keep him locked up until he dies. And what if he recognizes our faces? He's not getting out of here, anyway. Turn the light on now or you'll be starved for three days," he shouted, his anger palpable.
"Fine," jungkook grumbled, reluctantly flipping the switch.
As the room illuminated, they were met with the sight of a young man with shimmering silver hair. He was otherworldly, his beauty striking. His pale skin was flawless, his plump pink lips inviting, and his brown eyes, red from crying, were mesmerizing. His sharp jawline was chiseled to perfection. He was beyond ordinary beauty, it was extraordinary.
for someone to be this beautiful, he looked like a porcelain doll.
jungkook wasn't the only one with an open jaw, the three of them, as well as the black-clad men in the room, were all in awe.
"Is he a normal human being?" Namjoon asked, in disbelief.
"Too bad this beauty will be wasted." smirked the boss before looking at the doctor and orders " Jin, close your mouth and start helping him. It looks like he's going to die any minute,"
"Yeah, yeah," Jin approached the boy and took his hand in his.
"Look at me, pretty. See, we switched the light on. Hm, look at my eyes, listen to my voice. Don't listen to them, they're not here. You're not there," Jin said while caressing his hands softly.
"Yeah, just like that. Breathe in, breathe out. Keep looking into my eyes, listen to my voice. Breathe, just like this, take a deep breath," Jin continued, trying to calm the boy down.
As the boy's panic attack subsided, Jin could see the relief wash over his face. His breathing returned to normal and the crying stopped. The boy's gaze drifted around the room, taking in his surroundings. Jin could see the confusion and fear slowly dissipating from his eyes.
The boy's breathing became steady and he slowly looked at each person in the room. He locked eyes with Jin and gave him a small smile of gratitude. He then turned his attention to the tall, mature man beside Jin and couldn't help but notice his handsome features. Finally, his gaze landed on the last person in the room, the one standing behind Jin. The boy couldn't help but be drawn to the tall and muscular man's striking appearance.
Even the cold and heartless Jungkook, the mafia boss, couldn't help but be captivated by the boy's beauty. As the boy's gaze met his, Jungkook felt a pull towards him that he couldn't quite explain. The boy's eyes seemed to have a magnetic effect on him. At that moment, the boy's mind went blank, nothing mattered anymore all he could see was the handsome boss in front of him.
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