⛈Lost Boy⛈
That night you couldn't sleep. You kept twisting and turning in the sheets, not being able to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
You couldn't pinpoint anything at this point. It was all just as confusing as when you got here and you were still wondering why you were even alive. He really didn't have any red flags on him other than him being extremely bipolar.
Maybe he's waiting for you to give him a reason to hurt you.
Either way, you didn't want to be part of his games. It was still nightfall and all your mind was focused on was on how to escape. He still hasn't changed the lock or done anything to make sure you won't leave during the night. He didn't even tie you to the bed.
You were laying on your back now, unmoving eyes up towards the ceiling. Your hands were clasped together on your stomach. Escaping was your thought in mind.
Escape.
Run.
Hide.
Then you heard movement.
Your head went to the side and see the porcelain baby on the floor start to roll by itself on the floor and into the bottom of the wardrobe where it disappeared into darkness.
The windows were closed and locked,!no wind was coming from anywhere, not even a small draft. You sat up from your bed, resting on your elbows.
"Save him," a voice whispered. It was a feminine voice you could tell.
You slowly got up from the bed and placed your feet on the carpet to stand up. Suddenly, the wardrobe doors started to tremble until they opened by themselves.
Your heart was racing at this point, shaking with fear and cold. You took small steps towards it, keeping a close eye so nothing else would move. It felt like hours, but you finally got to the wardrobe. You extended your arms, ready to close the doors.
"How dare you try to leave!" a woman's head popped out, making you fall backwards and the toys. You let out a blood curling scream as you saw her walk out of there, with anger in her dead eyes.
This isn't real. You're dreaming! Hallucinating! Wake up!
"He did everything for you!" she bowled.
She wore a bloody dress, and her dark skin was cracked. You backed up until your back hit the bed. Only one person could save you at this point.
"Jungkook!" you screamed at the top of your lungs.
And then she smiled. You knew this was the end. It wasn't until the door for shoved open and a frantic Jungkook ran in, turning on the light which burned your sore eyes.
You felt hands on you, almost as if someone were to be trying to pull you up, but you started to kick it away in fear. Every time you tried to open your eyes, she was sitting in front of you with a deadly grip on your bicep.
"No, no, please stop!" you cried. "Don't hurt me, please!" the world was starting to rock back and forth. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that the toys and objects were falling off the shelves and the ceiling was starting to crack.
"Save him..." the same voice said. "Save him." her voice rising slowly into a growl. "Save him!" the windows shattered, falling into pieces on the ground behind you.
"(Y/N)!" Jungkook shouted.
The entire world stopped and you gasped for air, clutching the closest thing to you: Jungkook. You looke around panting rapidly. The room was still intact, as if nothing happened.
Jungkook was holding down your arms, squatting in front of you. His pupils were restlessly scanning you for any wounds.
"Jungkook?" you swallowed in confusion.
"What happened? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" he questioned. He helped you up, grabbing onto your waist to guide you back on your bed.
"I— I saw..." you stammered, thinking about what to tell him. "It was just a nightmare. I must've fallen off the bed." you explained.
"Oh, it's okay. I'm here." he assured while covering your body with the blanket again. You looked up at him, and he favored you a grin. Your emotions were completely mixed with him.
Should you hate him? Or should you tolerate him?
"He did everything for you!"
That voice ran chills down your spine, but looking into those words, you were sure they had some connection with the boy in front of you.
"Jungkook," you began.
"Hm?" he started tucking you in.
You licked your dry lips,
"Why did you bring me here?"
He stopped moving and looked at you in the eyes again before smiling,
"I needed a friend,"
Your heart sank.
He bent down and kissed your forehead, "Wake up tomorrow, and everything will be better, okay?"
You nodded slowly. He bid you goodnight and left the room. You forgot about the lady up until this moment. Your head shifted towards the wardrobe and something caught your attention in the worst way possible.
The wardrobe was wide open.
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Jungkook was right.
The next morning, your fever was gone and he was completely ecstatic. He immediately dressed you up in a yellow doll dress and put on a pair of ruffle socks and black shoes.
He sat you down in front of the vanity table and curled your hair amazingly well. He finished it off with a yellow headband. The makeup was still as doll-like as ever, but you didn't care to protest.
"All finished!" he beamed, looking at you through the reflection. "Now we're ready to go!"
"Go? Go where?"
"Don't be scared, I'm just going to show you around the house."
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"This is my room, you can come her during the night if you're scared. We can have a sleepover!" he was so excited just thinking about this, you could tell.
Then he showed you the other 76 rooms in the house— not including the 12 bathrooms.
"This is the living room. It's pretty big and I don't like being here."
"How come?"
"Because I have this whole house to myself and no one to share it with." he huffed before giving a bunny grin, "Until now," he looked at you.
"This is the dining room, the kitchen is over behind those doors." he pointed to the doors besides the sink counter. "There is always food if you're hungry. But I can cook for you if you'd like."
By the time he finished with the entire manor, you felt drunk. So many rooms to remember, so many hallways and staircases, it was a miracle that he would be able to live off on his own for so long.
"The house is all yours to walk around. But there are some rooms you aren't allowed in. Like the basement." he warned.
"The heavy rain creates a whole flood down there and it's dangerous. I've fallen too many times to count." You nodded silently, and started walking by yourself in the living room.
The frames up on the walls suggested that Jungkook wasn't alone his whole life. There he was as a little boy—you could tell by the extremely pale skin and dark hair— standing next to a man who seemed to be in his late thirties.
JEON JUNGKOOK & LEE SUNG JAE - 2005
You looked closely at the picture. That man, you've seen him before. He looked extremely familiar, but you couldn't figure out how. His hands were on the younger's shoulder, and Jungkook was with his hands behind his back.
"That was my caretaker," Jungkook said behind you. He stood besides you and examined the picture with you, "he used to take care of me after my parents died. But then one day, he left. And he never came back for me."
"Did he ever come back?"
"No," Jungkook sighed, "but that's okay. A lot of people leave me."
He left back to the dining room and you hear the kitchen door open and close. You didn't feel like blaming him anymore or putting up a useless fight.
Because all he needed was a friend, and you were willing to be exactly that.
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September 2, 1997
CRY BABY CARNIVAL ATTACKED
That was the front headline in every newspaper within a 50 mile radius. It was pinned up on posts in the city which people crowded to get a better look at the catastrophe that happened.
One copy was currently sitting on the desk of the police station. There were uniforms walking in and out, phones were ringing, and the strong smell of coffee was lingering in the air.
"I understand, thank you." Officer Kim hung up the landline, slamming the phone back in frustration. His partner came up from behind him and placed a steaming cup of coffee on top of the newspaper.
"Still looking for a home for the little guy?" asked Officer Kim Seokjin. He leaned back against the desk, staring at the various papers of the Carnival's cases.
"That and the person who killed those children. They put the blame on the Clown."
"So it was the Clown. Cade closed." Officer Seokjin shrugged simply, taking a sip of his own coffee.
"Yes, but it doesn't add up." Namjoon leaned back on the chair.
"How so?"
"Well, there were witnesses that say that the Clown did it, but some Freaks that survived the attack are claiming that it wasn't him."
"Freaks?" Seokjin dubiously looked at Namjoon.
"The nicknames of the workers or something."
"Ah," the other nodded.
"Check this out, there was one person who actually saw the Clown kill his child. His name was Ha Jung Woo and he had a little boy named Johnny who was decapitated."
"Okay, there you go. An actual witness—"
"But, the autopsy that came in said that Johnny's body was too... old to be killed just yesterday."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, people say his father was running around the Carnival like a mad man, asking people if they've seen his son until he stumbled across the cornfield in which the Clown worked in, where he said he saw the Clown in action, taking off the head." Seokjin grimaced, "However, Johnny's body seemed to have been killed long before that. And there was no blood on the Clown whatsoever."
"Why the Clown?"
"Why not the Clown? You think we'd listen to the Clown? Not only that, but there were more children dead at the scene. All exactly like Johnny."
"Who do you think did it?"
"I don't know, but I'm gonna find out."
Namjoon drove to the upper class homes where only the biggest most expensive houses were and he parked in the driveway of a very luxurious home. He got out of his car and walked up to the front door.
He waited for a few seconds until the door opened and there was Jungwoo. He was still in his pajamas and barefoot as if he just woke up.
"Sorry to wake you up, Mr. Ha but I have a few questions about the attack yesterday. I hope you don't mind."
Mr. Ha waited for a moment before answering,
"Yeah, come in." he opened the door and Namjoon gave him a small thanks. "Please, sit."
Namjoon took a seat in the very nice couch. God, he wish he could live in this luxury. Before any of them could speak, a lady with a big belly started to waddle down the steps as well.
"Honey, this is Officer...?"
"Please, just call me Namjoon." he smiled.
"This is Namjoon. He's here to ask about—"
"About Johnny?" the lady stopped at the bottom of the steps. "Oh, did you find whoever took my Johnny boy? Please tell me you took that monster in!" she rushed over to him.
"The perpetrator was killed in the attack." he assured.
The lady was relieved, to say the least. It was evident in her tear stained face and tired eyes. What mother would have a good nights sleep after their child has passed?
"Thank God," she said, "Who was he? Who was that bastard?" she spat with disgust.
"His name was Kim Taehyung."
"Kim Taehyung, I hope he goes to hell. Him and all his friends!"
"Honey, your stress is going to harm the baby." Jungwoo said. The lady grabbed hold of her stomach and she started to calm herself down.
"Congratulations," Namjoon grinned. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"A girl," the woman answered. "Her name is (Y/N)."
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Present Day
You accepted the fact that you were going to be here for some time, but you didn't exactly mind it as much as you should. As long as you were alive and he wasn't going to hurt you, you were okay.
You were currently sitting in front of the huge fireplace in the living room, staring at the red and yellow flames that crackled and popped behind the black rail. Jungkook didn't have a T.V. or any sort of electricity in the home except for the lighting so you wondered what he would do all this time.
Speaking of Jungkook, you haven't seen him in a while.
You could hear movement in the kitchen, so you assumed he was cooking something up. And then you heard a loud crash in there which made you get up and run over to see what was happening.
You pushed the door open just in time to see Junkook on the floor with his back against the stove and his head under a colander. Several other bowls were on the floor besides him.
"I'm okay," he grunted.
You kneeled down besides him, trying to contain your giggles as you removed the bowl off of his head. His eyes looked up at you like a puppy begging for food. You let out a giggle when you saw his reaction.
"I love your smile,"
His hand went up to your cheek, caressing it gently. It was most affection you let anyone give you, really. Until a cup fell from the counter.
You gasped in fright, watching the cup shatter to pieces on the tile.
That was weird.
"Oh, right, I was cooking something!" Jungkook got up and helped you as well to your feet. He turned to the stove and turned it off.
He opened the lid and steam came out from it. There were steamed vegetables in there. You finally got a better look at everything on the counter.
There were two sandwiches, two water bottles, and a container with cereal inside. He drained the vegetables and put them in another container. All those things in a brown paper bag now, ready to go.
"Where are you going?" you asked.
"We are going," he closed the bag and turned to you, "to the Carnival."
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Totally off topic but LOOK AT THIS LIL BABY HOSEOK PICTURE.
He looks so smol and cute!
The suspenders, the freaking suspenders oh my god, I have died and gone to Heaven.
*endless squealing*
Okay, well, thanks for reading. This lil bean up here will make it into the story soon!