"I'll clean this up," you said.
"Oh are you sure?"
You nodded your head while waving him off.
"Yes, go I'm sure that you're busy. I'm free today so its the least I could do."
"Thanks, (Y/n). You're the best!"
"Yes, yes I am."
Yugyeom grinned at you before turning and leaving down the hall, disappearing from sight as he went down the stairs.
Why did this situation seem so familiar?
You went to fetch a dustpan and brush and you started to sweep up the shattered glass. Oblivious to the new arrival that had yet to make themselves known to you as you swept. It took you a moment to realise they were there.
"Oh! Jungkook. How long have you been there?" You greeted.
You were slightly taken aback by the hollowness in his eyes blinking as it vanished when he looked up at your face, like you had imagined it.
Instead of answering his eyes flitted down to the scattered glass that littered the floor. He continued to look at you from where he stood, completely in a daze until he spoke.
"Noona, don't hurt yourself," he said regrettably, eyeing the shards of glass.
"It's fine Kook, I won't," you responded, bending back down. Although the words had just come out of your mouth, you went to pluck a larger piece of glass up with your bare hand, causing Jungkook to react rapidly.
Hadn't this happened before?
"I said don't!" He suddenly snapped causing you to flinch back in surprise, his voice resonating through the walls. Everything seemed so much darker than before, as if night had suddenly fallen.
His eyes widened realising his mistake and immediately shrank back in guilt.
"I-I'm sorry, Noona. I didn't mean to-"
In your slightly stunned state from his little outburst you tried to string your words together. "Its...Its ok Jungkook. Have you been feeling alright recently?" You asked, brows knitted in concern. "Have your sessions with Jisoo been going well?" You worried over his mental state.
"You've been ignoring me. I don't like it when you don't pay attention to me."
Without warning Jungkook's hand clamped around your wrist in a grip of iron sending a spiralling shock up your arm. Although it was only your wrist he had a hold of, you felt as if your whole body was in an iron hold, stuck in place.
You trailed your gaze up slowly your breath catching mid way up your throat.
Jungkook's face ghoulish and gaunt, his the iris's of his eyes pale grey and bloodshot. You tried pulling your hand back in fear but Jungkook refused to let go. The voice that came from his mouth was deep and gravelly, one that raked over your bones.
"Do you like seeing me like this, (Y/n)? Do you enjoy making me feel so low, so e̷͒̀ͅn̴̫̤̒v̷̧̫͂í̵̢ȍ̸̼̙u̵̥̎̂ṥ̶̝?"
You backed up after ripping your hand back from his hold, unsure of what was happening and why the sweet hearted Jungkook had such a menacing aura surrounding him currently.
"What is it that I have to do, hmm? Do you want me to crawl at your feet, and ḇ̷̍e̴̥̯̓̌g̷̺̓ ̵̳̣̀͝f̷͍̍̄ö̵͓̲́r̴̨͕̍ ̶͚̉y̵̹̔ő̵͎̳͘u̶̡̟͘͝ to look at me?"
This was different. This wasn't what happened-
He let out a low chuckle. "Do you want me to grovel, and plead?" he asked, drawing up to his feet, twisted delight glazing over his eyes like a fresh coat of clear resin. "Because I will, my dear sweet N̶̡͒͝o̶̥̊͝ỏ̸̱͚͑n̴̩̒a̷̧͇͠. I'll bless the ground that you walk on, Ị̶͌̍ͅ'̸̻̍ͅḽ̵͛͠l̶̞̘͘ ̴͚͠͝ẃ̸̳o̵̙̰͗r̴̘͕͒ṡ̸̯̣̿h̷̢̛̿i̴̙͕̒p̶̛͉ ̸̘̚y̵̱̾͝o̵̺̐̊͜u̶̬̐͘, I'll get rid of anyone in my w-"
"Stop Jungkook! What's wrong with you!?" you exclaimed in a shout to stop him spouting madness. You couldn't understand where any of it was coming from.
"Nothings wrong with me, (Y/n)," he said drawing closer. You didn't realise it, but you began shaking. You held the wrist he had grabbed to your chest, cradling it as if he had infected the skin with his touch.
"I just get so j̷̢̔̂ẽ̸̩ǎ̵̭͈̇l̵̨̓o̸̞̲͑ū̵̡̗s̴͓͝ when they have your attention. I feel like I'm always competing with the others over your favour. If only they weren't there."
He lifted an arm and raised his hand to cradle your cheek gingerly. You were paralysed in place, the feeling of his hand just wrong.
A content look passed over his face, a fondness in his dead eyes as he let out a sigh.
"Will you stop making me feel this ugly emotion, Noona? All you need to do is cut everyone else out of your life. You only need me, after all."
"J-Jungkook? What are you talking about? What's going on?"
His face suddenly contorted to one of anger. The hand cupping your face reached back behind your head and you felt fingers gathering a fistful of hair causing you to wince.
"̶̡̈́Š̴̜̝ẗ̴͙͓́̄o̷͍̟͌̑p̸̬̣̈́ ̶͕̹͋͂m̷̰͐̀ä̴́ͅḱ̸͓ͅi̸͖͊͂ǹ̶̗g̶̠͗ ̵̯̦̈͠m̷̧͉͋̔e̷͕͒̓ ̵͔͈͗̾f̸͙̾̚e̵̹̅e̵͓̓ľ̷̹͕ ̵̝̲͌l̴͚̈i̵̳̐k̸͔̿ę̷̞̌ ̶̦̭̕t̶̽̉͜h̵̨́ï̶̙̣ś̶̖̩̋ ̵̦͛͑á̷̤̚n̵͚̐̂d̵͓̔̓ ̸͓͉͗i̷͙̭̚̚g̷͕̅n̵͓̟̾͂ỏ̸͍r̷͖̪̿̑ẻ̸̙̹ ̴̰̜̚ḛ̴̣̔͗v̸̻͈̽͘e̷͉̮͝r̵̥̯͝y̵̩̌͜͝ò̵͎ͅǹ̸̥̗e̸̩̬̒̐ ̵̳̎é̴͖̻̑l̸̲͆͑ṣ̸̗̄e̷̖͆̈.̶̥͛"̷̮̅̐
That sudden bellow from his chest seemed you snap you from your paralysis and had you wrenching yourself out of his hold. You twisted and ran, the hall and floor around you turning black and completely lightless.
His voice followed after you as he yelled, it bounding on the walls around you.
"̷̨̾̏̃D̵̞̹̟͚͐͆̾o̴̢̯̓̕̕n̴̟̘̠̑̇'̷͕̣͑̆t̶͖̆̈́̋͠ ̵̯̩̩͉̀̓y̶̟͈̅̾̿̔̈́ȏ̴̳̮ù̴̬͔̙̌̿͝͠ ̶̢̌̑̽͌d̶͚̤̪̠́̍̅͋̃á̴͉̲͊ȑ̵̹̺͌e̶̺̰̼̾̕ ̶̬͙͝ṙ̷͖͗u̷̙͐n̵͎̐̑ ̵̜̦̤̋f̴̈̄͘ͅr̷̖̕ö̷̡̎̂́̀m̶͉̱͒͌̕͜ ̶͔͂̈́̋͑͜m̷̪͈̭͍̞̅̓̄̽̏è̷͕̳!̷͍͉̯̲͕͛͊͊̒͠ S̷̱̓ṫ̴͍̖̤̥͋̿̅ǫ̴̲̣͇̀p̷̻̈̆̇͜ ̵̡̀ͅm̵̼̝̜̘̒̒a̵͉͌k̶͍̔̏i̷͕̳͝n̵̩̺̬̾g̵͍̟̳͓̾̐ ̸͓̃̂̑̈m̷̡͈̲̬̆͐e̴̸̢̻̲̖̔̽̊̑̏͢ ̴͈̌̇f̴̡̯͇̾͘͘e̷̘͌͑̃͠e̵̠̦͈͒l̴̫̱̪͂̍͜ ̶̛̣̘̣͖ş̴̠͕̯̑̑ò̸̳̏ ̷͓̤̫̓j̵̲͊̉e̷̪͉̞͙̅ḁ̶̧̑͘͝ļ̵̬̥͊́̑ȏ̷̸̫̠̫͋̋̓͘͢ú̴̧̢̺͌́s̴̲͓̜̅̽̂.̴̥̱͔͐̃͌͠"̷̨̬͙̎͛͑
"̸͕͋Š̷͚͘ẗ̵̨́ǫ̴̻͊̏p̸̹̈́ ̷̛̰̉i̵͙͒͝ͅt̶̀͂͜!̵̠̬̀̑ ̵̟͍̈́Ṣ̸̽t̵̬͛ö̸̯́p̴̄͒͜ ̸̣͈̾͗i̸͔͍̊͝t̸͈͙͗͘!̵̮̦̿ ̸̈́͜S̶̛̯ț̸̫̀õ̶͔̊p̷̺̝͒̈ ̵̺̈́͐î̴̲̬t̶͖͠͝!̸̰̀"̷͕͚̊̒
S̷̛̲̹͓̃̐̿̇t̸̺͉̭̬̙̣̞͎͕̂́̈́͜ọ̸̝̀͗͆̕̕̕̚p̸̡̣̹͓͖̯̰͔̝͝ͅ ̸̱͍͕̹̩̻̱͈̫͐ͅi̵̫͋̍̓ẗ̶̬̑̓̌͛̊͆̊̅̕ͅ ̶̢̮̮̙̲͈̜̠̠̹̞̝̔͛̑͌̅̆̃̈́͐̀̆̇S̴̛̙͔̱̖̋̑̆̏̐̉̏̓́͘t̵͍͇̩̻̺̬͈̋o̸̼̬̯͌̌͋̒̄͒p̵͈̪͚̟̤͒̌̓ ̴͇̄i̶̛̫̩̙̟̳̥̦̦͓̻͌͆̈́̊͛̓̋̚͝t̷̲͍͔̙̞̓͗̀̃̐͜͝ ̸̗̣̤̩́̃̃̔̓͂̆̋̊͆͝Ş̷̧̛͓̪͎̤͈͆̒̈́̃͗̌́̎t̷͖͔̩̓̎ͅỡ̶̢̢̢̬̹̰͖̉̎́͜͝p̴̧̥͈̬̠̋͂̅̽ ̸̛͈̈́͒̄̈́̋͝i̸̗̟̙̻̗̞̰̤͕̐͒͒͐̈́t̶̤̍̐ͅ ̸̡̠̺̭͎͈̼̠̗̀͂́͒̀͐̏͘͝Ş̸̧̛̦̲͎̲͕̼̲̗̠̉̐̎̿͂͊͘t̵̢̹̞̩̮̾̈͑̿̐͝o̷̡̻̯̬͈̊̈͋͆͂̽͌̈́͗̎͗̌p̷̺̫̜̪̮͎̪̯͗̈́͝ ̶̯̣̬͙͔͂̒̀̅͆͊̍̄͘̚͘ȉ̸͍̎t̸̡̘͍̯̰̘̳̹͇̘̀́͋̿̅ ̸̛͕̺̼̹̰̪̋̇̽̚͝͠s̵̢̞̝̻̟͇̺̳̐̍̈́́͊̆͗͝t̵̨̒̋͛͐͌̆̃̃̅͝͠o̶̡͍̐̉̐͑̋̾̚͜ͅp̸̱͉̠̤̯̫̖͉̭̅̽̈́͗̑͠ ̶̪͚͎͈͓͈̟̤͠ǐ̷̧̩̘̭̰̥̲̯̻͕̬̻͂̎͆͆͐͊̄͊̓͋͝t̶̲͓̏͐̂͑̾̄̀͋͘ ̸̢̞̪͔̣̲̙̦̲͇͕̮͗̓͘͝s̸̢̧̛͙̭͙̯̬̱͕̗̼̆̊͑͘͝ţ̵̳͓̳͙̳̩͚͑͒͆͂o̶̧̧̪͖͉͚͙̙͍̜̼̰͋̾̀́͛̔́̇͐͘p̷͍̪͍̖̘͕̰͍̍̔̄̊̊͂ ̷̨̨̖͔̠̰͕̠͈̈́̿̓͆͋̅̽̃̔̔͘͘í̸̬̟̬̭͉̮̘̾t̶̛͈̺͉̦͉̊̈́̈̅́̈́́̑͝͠ ̵̛̭͍̲̀́͗̈́͒̚ṡ̶̫̹̫͈̪̘̝̼̻̞̄̅̐̌̊̈͝ẗ̸̩̭̜̳̪̯͒́̓̒͛̀̽̃̑̀̚o̶̳͓̔̀̌̍̉̚p̵̩̍̐̏͋͠i̵̫̘̞̰̫̲̗̮̤̰͈̹͠͝ţ̶̛̗̝̣͚̖͈͛͛̀̂̃̏̒̍̚̕͘s̵̢̡̜̬̰͍͕̩͕͖̒ţ̷̰̣̫̤͚͓̭͈͌́̓̔̍̕̕͘͘o̴̢̪̜͚̚͜p̵̧͍̤̻̗̲̦͔̤̔͜ͅî̴̧̨̧͇͎̲̥̣̰̪̃͛̔̂̔t̶̹̦̄͑̈́̿̃̎͋̽͋͂̍͜͝s̴̮̯̙̙̙͇̟̦̘͉̜͓̆̀̅̈̅͗̂͋͝͠t̴͍̯̪̬͚̠̓͐̈o̵̡̻̼̟͈̭̯͋͑̋̄͛̾̿́̄͋p̷͉̄́̈̈͌̆̄̌̚ï̶̢̯͇̪̼̣͈̔͐͘t̶̤͠š̷̨̻̙̎̔̾̍͋͋̎͆̒̃̚t̵̯̼̲͎̠͈͓̝͌̋͛̄̿̓͂ȍ̷̤͙̎̄̿́̀̈́͝͝p̵͙̜͍̯̰͇̰͔̄͌͒͒̃͗͜i̶̛̤̬̓͊̎̀̉̎͌̅̐͆ṯ̷͙̠̣̪̜̭̫̼͖̘̿͂̀͂ş̸̤̝͍̻̄͌͂̍̔͂͜͝ͅt̴̜͆̉̄̽̓̆́̂̆͝o̶̙̖̖̞̓̈́p̸̰͔̖̰̝̯̣̋̓̍͒í̴̩͔̼͋ṯ̵̡̬̖̼̣͙̜̠̌̀̐̆̅̿̉̉͜s̸͍̖̟͍̤̝͎̖̩͎̦̜̈́͋̎͂̈̚t̵̢̳̞̤̒̎̾̈́́o̶̞̒̓̅͐̐͋͐̔͘p̸̧͕̙͚̟͎̿̎͠i̴̲̩̒̀̍̋͘t̵̬̦̙̩̜̦͋̎̾̆š̶̡̢͉͉͉̻͎̳̯̀͗̚t̸̢̻̻̩̍o̸̢̖̥̯̘̐̐̍̃̀͐̓̅̄̂̽p̴̨͉̝͎̽̂̈i̸̮̝̖̤̖͙̖͓̳̟̍̊t̸͈͔͖͈͕̙̹͈͌́͗͂̉̔̈́͝
As you briskly awoke from your nightmare the first thing you were introduced to was the haziness and disorientation of your current position. Your arms hurt as your wrists were bound by something behind your back, your neck stiff from the position you lay in and your head harbouring a splitting migraine.
The surface you lay on was hard and cool, and felt somewhat gritty with grime and dust.
Oh yeah...I was knocked out...
by someone...
. . .
. . . . . .
Holy shit
Realisation dawned on you like an oncoming tsunami and you sucked in a horrified gasp. Your vision cleared leaving the corners still slightly cloudy but allowing you to see your surroundings.
There was a dull filter of light spilling through a pair of thin rugged curtains that had been half drawn. Dust motes hung heavily throughout the room that failed to hold any ounce of heat within its brick walls and wooden flooring. The room was bare, save for a lone musty mattress that had lost it's hue considerably and an armchair in the same condition.
Your eyes landed on the pair of shoes at the bottom of the chair where they trailed up a pair of legs to a body clad in black and white. He wore a black cap and mask, eyes shadowed and pointed at your form.
The person in the chair seemed somewhat familiar for a second, until something clicked in your mind.
The realisation must have shown in your face as the man shifted, his eyes crinkling slightly from what you could see of them.
"Hello, little lamb," he said, grinning beneath is mask.
He sat on the old armchair with his legs open in a relaxed manner and one arm draped over the back of the seat frame. He wore exactly the same as you had seen him wearing each time you spotted him stalking you. This time however the black coat was discarded over the arm rest, leaving him in a simple striped white tee.
He watched you as a hawk would watch a mouse. Everything about him was human, except for his eyes were very much inhuman and cryptic. The same eyes that had looked at you through the camera lenses and t.v screen, the same ones that had been following you for days now.
"Did you have a peaceful slumber?" the male asked with a look knowing full well that you hadn't. He had a smooth and deep voice and it was strange hearing it for the first time since you had spotted him following you for a while now like a shadow. You weren't sure what you had been expecting, but that was maybe because you never knew what his intentions were and if seeing him around the city was a coincidence or not. It was not, obviously.
You said nothing, still in disbelief of your current situation. The fact that you had been kidnapped was still struggling to settle in your whirring brain and had you frozen in place.
"You..." you managed to force out in a raspy voice.
"That's a good start," he said leaning to rest his elbows on his knees linking his hands, "Me?" He mockingly tilted his head to the side, like the hawk was playing with it's prey.
The most obvious question balanced on the tip of your tongue, but you struggled to let it out. Once you finally found your words, you asked him the question in a cautious voice, being careful to keep it steady from your nerves.
"What do you want with me?"
His answer wasn't immediate. "Do you recall back to the day you ratted me out to the police? I was a little while ago, but I'm sure you can remember."
You were shocked that he remembered you. You barely came into contact with him, a glance as you paid for your things at the cashier before leaving the store out of sight. And how did he know it had been you who called in the first place?
In all honesty it didn't take a genius to figure out that it had been you who called the police after leaving and the timing with the arrival of the police and all, but still! He would go so far as to stalk and kidnap you?
"This is for some sort of payback I guess. I was thrown in prison because of you. You made me so pissed off, that day. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to do to you."
You weren't sure what to say, so you asked the first thing that came to mind carefully, not wanting to say anything that would trigger him into causing you harm.
"...A-are you, angry now?"
There was a gap of thoughtful silence as he surveyed you, before he replied.
"Strangely, no. I thought when I made contact with you I wouldn't hesitate to bash that pretty face of yours in, as I have no qualms against hitting both men and women alike, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."
You swallowed thickly.
"But here we are now and for some forsaken reason I have no desire to do that and honestly, it's aggravating the hell out of me because I don't know why," There was a clear conflict reflecting in his eyes.
"Why...What was your motivation for robbing him? Surely you understand that anyone else in my position would have done the same."
"And look where it got you," he said leaning back in the seat. "He was a local pervert. That, and I wanted the money."
"And that makes it okay to hold someone at gunpoint?" The words had slipped out before you could stop them causing you to inwardly cringe at yourself.
Yeah, lets get the angry man, angry. Great plan.
There was a creak from the chair as he stood, his tall frame looming over as he walked over to you.
You began to fidget and twist as he grew closer, not having a single idea of what his motives were as he approached. The unpredictability of someone could be terrifying.
You twisted your head away and sealed your eyes closed in fear of what he would do. You gasped as two large hands grappled your shoulders and yanked you to your feet, the sudden movement giving you a bit of head-rush. Your eyes shot open as his natural scent of leather and maple wood and a slight hint of cannabis filled your nose from the close proximity as he moved you. He forced you backwards, and shoved you into the chair he was previously occupying before taking a few steps back allowing you breathing room.
You sat awkwardly, the zip ties keeping your arms together in an uncomfortable position.
The situation was ironic to you as you thought about it. Your life was filled with the paranormal, the spirits of dead people and horrific legends, yet here now, your problem and fear was due to a living person.
He pulled an object out of his jean pocket that caught on the light with a metallic glint. The military knife in is hand had your breath coming out in short rasps. You felt so helpless in that moment. And it must have shown in your expression as his eyes flashed with mild amusement.
He spun the knife fluidly between his fingers in a languid manner, teasingly.
Amongst the fear, you felt it give way to an ounce of aggravation over not being able to see the man's face behind his mask. You couldn't read any expression apart from the quick glimpses of his eyes.
You tried to conceal your flinch as the cold bite of the metal kissed the skin of your neck, your heart beating tenfold, although the knife only lay there not breaking the skin.
The man had moved forward and leaned in slightly, his shins grazing your knees.
"That's such a lovely expression on your face. It'd be a shame if I painted it all black and blue," he mused.
You accidentally let out a loud breath the second the cold metal of the knife disappeared from your neck, only to be put on edge again when you felt a burning hand trace the side of your face and slowly around to your cheek.
His thumb tugged slightly on your bottom lip as he drew his thumb down to the tip of your chin.
Once again you caught sight of the conflict in the little part of his face that you could see, like he was thinking hard about something.
His eyes closed and he sighed, withdrawing away from you altogether. The male slipped the weapon away and turned.
"My mood has been killed," he began, moving over to the door that looked to be on it's last hinges (literally). "I'll see about what to do with you later." The door rattled closed behind him as he left you alone in the dark room where you were finally able to breathe despite the collection of dust floating in the air.
What the fuck had you gotten into?
UNEDITED
September. 27. 2020