⛈Neverland⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: Kidnapping and creepy vibes.
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The sound of the car engine was the only thing you heard. It hummed and the car rattled every once in a while after hitting a few bumps, making you bounce a bit. Tears fell from your eyes, dropping into the trunk's carpet that scratched your cheek with every involuntary movement you made.
You must have been driving for hours. You must have been crying for hours. At first you tried to find a way out of the confined loadspace, only to come up short. Your phone was God knows where, and your hands were each cuffed to your sides, so were your ankles.
You felt like an animal ready to be taken to the slaughterhouse. The car never stopped, not even once. Made you wonder how far he was taking you.
Never would you have thought that this guy would be capable of kidnapping you or anyone. But now that it's real, now that he has you, it feels too real to imagine. So you went numb, unmoving, and quiet.
He wasn't gonna hear you. People can't hear hearts stop beating.
That was what you wanted the most; an easy escape. That your heart will give up. You surprised yourself at how prepared you were for this. Not even an argument came up in your mind as to why you should keep going.
You would end up being his new doormat or blanket either way. Suddenly, the car went through what seemed like gravel that was being crushed under the tires like potato chips in a bag. Then the car made what seemed like a curve by the way the hammer next to you slid away from you.
Wait, hammer?
As if the Gods were on your side and answered your prayers, you quickly reacted and etched our body closer to your key of escape just inches away from your fingers.
But then, the car stopped. The hammer slid almost a centimeter away.
Your heart began to pick up pace, rushing as much blood to your fingers that wriggled and stretched as much as they could to take hold of the tool. Your wrist burned at the cuff contracting it back, but you stayed determined.
You heard the car door slam shut and keys jiggling. Hurriedly, you reached out for the hammer in front of you. Your fingetips barely grazing the handle.
Until the trunk opened.
You winced at the small light peeking into your face. The silhouette of the same boy looking down at you with his right hand up holding the trunk lid open.
"You're not supposed to be awake," he told you. His eyes traveled to your hand that retracted away from the hammer. Unfortunately, and not surprisingly, he noticed. "Oh," he reached over and took the hammer into his own hands.
You expected him to get mad and yell or hurt you. To grab you and do whatever he wanted just to relieve his anger from you trying to get away.
"That's not supposed to be there, you could've gotten hurt." was all he said before he took out his set of keys from his back pocket. It was as if he completely dismissed the fact that you were trying to hurt him.
You mustered up the courage to speak as he started to inspect the keys, trying to find the right ones to unlock your cuffs.
"Please," you croaked, letting your tears stream down. "please let me go." he stopped all together and his pupils lowered to look at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Please..." you cried.
His head tilted sideways slowly like a puppy trying to understand its owner's words. His eyebrow raised a bit, and his lips parted.
"I... I can't let you go." he said monotonously. "I'm not letting you go, ever." he reached into his hoodie and took out a brown bottle and a rag. "I can't let you go, you have to understand that." He started to drench the familiar rag with the liquid.
He bent down with the cloth in hand, aiming for your lips, but you looked away in protest. Letting him put you to sleep, you'd be as good as dead.
"No, please..." you closed your eyes, hoping he wouldn't do so.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke softly. "I am just going to make sure you can't run from me. Otherwise, I'd be lonely." he grabbed your chin and forced you to face him before he placed the cloth over your nose.
The last thing you saw was his lips turning into a small smile, staring at you with the eyes of a mad man.
"Sleep tight,"
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Jungkook caressed the delicate skin on your pinks cheeks with the tip of his fingers. Your eyelids were closed, covered in blue paint. Your lips that were once chapped were now painted with a red color.
He smiled at the sight of you, basking in your sleeping glory. His hands traveled down to yours that were clasped together on top of the dress you had on.
He frowned when he felt that your palms were cold, so he grabbed onto both of them with his own to share his warmth with you which he seemed to have coursing all throughout his being. It's been a while since he's felt so complete.
He knew this was the right choice.
Looking up at the clock hanging off the wall, the small hand pointed towards eleven. He sighed audibly in disappointment before his eyes traveled back down to you, still asleep.
"I wish I could stay here with you, but it's past my bedtime." he reluctantly let go of your hands and placed them back on your stomach. He stood up from his seat beside your bed and leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
He walked out of the room, closing the thick wooden door behind him and locking it with his key. He went to the room across yours where his own bed waited for him, neatly made and all his toys and trucks placed back in his treasure chest.
The blue clock on the wall said it was time to get ready for bed. So he went to his bathroom, brushed his teeth, and changed into his onesie. Throughout everything, he was smiling with glee at the thought of you just a room away.
For the first time in his life, he was happy to not be alone anymore.
He walked over to his bedroom window and opened it slowly. It was dark outside, and the stars were floating in the skies like glitter on an art project. The trees down below were a darker shade of black. They swayed gently with the wind. The air was crisp and fog was nowhere to be seen.
Jungkook smiled, tears brimming his eyes. He got down on his knees, resting his elbows on the windowsill. His head turned back to the clock.
11:07 p.m.
He turned back and faced forward to the sky.
"Hi, mommy," he spoke softly. The air hummed in response. "I have good news: I'm not lonely, anymore." he beamed. A sense of pride overcame him as he thought of you. "I found her and now she's mine, but she doesn't want to be. I'm very sad."
No response.
Like always.
"I hope one day, she will be. I hope you like her as much as I do. I wish you were here to meet her, but you are with the angels in the sky." he said sadly. "I..." he choked out. A tear falling. "I... I don't want to let go of her. I really don't want to let her go." he shook his head in refusal. "She's my happiness now. No matter how much she hates me." he ducked his head and began to cry.
11:11 p.m.
"I wish I can have my happily ever after... with her." he cried.
Jungkook didn't notice, but in the sky, a certain star fell from the sky and disappeared in the air.
Mother was listening, and she was making sure her boy would have his wish.
Junkook fell asleep that night with a heavy heart but a smile that could only assure him that everything was going to be okay. That he will have his happily ever after... with you.
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The next morning, the clouds rolled back into the sky. Jungkook was less than pleased. It was never sunny outside. His complexion was as pale as a ghost, and his dark raven hair was a huge contrast to it.
It was quiet all around the house. The only sound coming from the ravens outside, letting out their horrid caws. The fog returned, encasing everything in its path with gray cotton candy clouds.
He sure did wish for a happier way to start the day. With something bright and joyful. But he didn't want to leave home. He was set on staying here, because he was afraid he wouldn't belong there.
He could never belong anywhere.
But then he remembered about his silver lining: you. For once, he found a reason to get out of bed. Excitedly, he rolled off the covers from his body.
It was like Christmas. He tip toed out of the room quietly, not wanting to wake you up. Going to the next room, he opened it slowly.
His eyes lit up once he saw you laying there. You were still sleeping, your chest rising up and down gently. It was a pleasant sight for him. To see you there, he could watch you for hours.
Unfortunately, that moment was cut short when your eyes slowly opened. You didn't notice him in time as he was already closing the door and running down the kitchen.
You rubbed your eyes with your one free hand. The moment of hope that you were just dreaming came to an end once you saw that you were in a strange room wearing a strange... nightgown?
The silky pink fabric on your body and black doll shoes and white ankles socks on your feet confused you. Were you hallucinating? Did he drug you?
Sighing, you let your head drop back down after minutes of starting at your red and bruised wrists. This nightmare was never going to end. No one was going to save you.
Every time you had a small feeling of faith, you remembered that you were just a college student that barely made it out of high school. Your parents were divorced and remarried. They had their own families to worry about.
Who would save you?
You didn't want to think about what he could do to you, but your brain was starting to get bored from being here, and your imagination was running wild.
"He'll probably dismember me and eat my heart." you thought. "Or skin me alive and be his new doormat."
He wasn't lost in what he was doing. He didn't regret it, not even a little.
In the middle of your disturbing thoughts, the door opened. You shot up and kicked your feet against the mattress to sit up against the headboard.
Jungkook walked in soon after holding a tray with a bowl and cup side by side. He had a glowing look on his face that made your skin crawl. You watched as he sat down next to you.
"Good morning," he greeted you, staring into your eyes. You didn't respond, only breaking eye contact and looking down at the food. "I made you breakfast." he announced. "I don't really eat breakfast, but you do. So I made this for you."
It was porridge and a cup of milk. The porridge had slices of green apples on top and a bit of cinnamon sprinkled over it.
Just the way you eat it every morning.
Your eyes grew wide upon realizing this. Jungkook didn't see the look of horror on your face, he simply just grabbed the spoon dipped in the bowl and brought the warm substance to your lips.
"Open," he told you nicely. It was so surreal how just a few hours ago, he was pushing a cloth over your mouth and knocking you out cold. Now he was this bubbly, cheerful person giving you food.
Of course you couldn't trust it.
"I'm not hungry," you said in barely a whisper. You voice was dry from lack of hydration and you really did want to eat, but God knows what he put in that food.
He frowned and put the spoon back down.
"Of course you are, you haven't eaten in a while—"
"I said I'm not hungry! Leave me alone!" you snapped. The second those words escaped your mouth, you wished you could take them back.
He tensed up, his brown eyes widening a bit in shock. You gulped visibly with whatever ounce of saliva you had in your mouth.
Now you've done it.
The more you sat in silence, the more you started to accept your fate that you weren't leaving. Not alive, anyways.
He let his head fall in disappointment. The sparkle in his eyes were gone and replaced with nothing but darkness.
"O-Okay," he said. He quickly put the tray on the drawer besides you and stood up. "I... I'm sorry." he exited the room quietly, shutting the door behind him.
Wait, wasn't he suppose to yell at you?
To snap at you?
You sighed, now you felt like the asshole because the one who was supposed to take up to the role of Lead Asshole wasn't doing his job properly, so you had to be an asshole to Asshole for not being an asshole.
You looked at the tray of food besides you. The milk was warm by the touch of the glass, and the porridge looked even more delicious than how you prepared it. The apples were even formed in the shape of a heart.
The porcelain boy closed the door to his own bedroom behind him. He leaned against it. A single tear escaped again as he replayed those harsh words of yours in his mind.
He rushed to his window and opened it. The day was still dreary and showed no sign of coming to life. The cornrows were dying out there, and the birds on top were picking away.
"Mommy, please help me."
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Lmao, I'm a shitty person😂
~Author J.J.