⛈Oz⛈
TRIGGER WARNING
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Present Day
"You don't want to stay hidden anymore? Can I ask why the fuck not?" Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and licked the inside of his cheek.
Jimin let his head hang,
"I just... I feel like I need to tell her what really happened. You know, so she won't be scared of us."
"Jimin, we're dead. You think she'd be cool with this? It's bad enough she was kidnapped out of nowhere—"
"But she is fine with it now! Can't you see? She'll understand!"
"How do you know that? I can't trust anything or anyone who isn't like me, and you shouldn't, either. You're too naïve. Why would you risk yourself for someone else?"
"The same reason you took that bullet for me."
Yoongi tensed up watching his friend look down at his feet, timidly avoiding eye contact. The older boy ran his fingers through his hair, fighting with himself on Jimin's logic.
There were so many problems with this plan; starting with the fact that Jimin came up with it. All Jimin wanted was for someone with a voice to finally hear them out and Yoongi understood that he had everyone's best interest at heart.
Something Yoongi would never understand, but respected about his best friend.
"If this plan goes South, I'm leaving your ass." Yoongi huffed.
"Thanks, Yoongi." Jimin smiled.
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You were still waiting for Jungkook to return from wherever he was. He was only gone for an hour and you already felt like pulling your hair out. It was so quiet in here! You were about to lose it.
Usually you would enjoy the tranquility, but after being around Jungkook so much you started actually miss him. It was weird and you didn't want to have that sort of feeling but you couldn't help it.
To take your mind off things, you started to your yourself around the fourth floor. The fourth floor was like an attic. There were boxes everywhere, scattered on the floor, and only a few rooms.
All of the rooms in there were almost completely empty and covered in cobwebs. You grimaced, not wanting a spider to land on you or some sort of bug to crawl up your legs.
It wasn't until you started going deeper into the floor that things were starting to get weird. The boxes started to multiply, but the rooms were becoming scarce. You wondered why Jungkook would keep it like this.
Then you reached a really dark hallway—probably at the end of it all—with a small yellow staircase that led to a yellow door. It wasn't old nor was the paint chipping or cracking. It seemed like a regular door compared to the other large brown and heavy doors in the house.
Maybe you shouldn't go in there.
But maybe you should.
Decisions, decisions.
Before you knew it, your feet went up the eight steps and to the said door. You gently pressed your ear to the it, but no sound could be heard. You felt oddly adventurous today and you didn't know why.
You turned the knob and pushed the door open to reveal something you never wanted to see before.
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—"It shouldn't be bothering me so much, but I can't help it!" Hyuna sighed over the phone.
—"You think you have problems?" Bomi scoffed, "Her dad won't come out of his office, and when he does, he's all cranky and moody."
—"Like father like daughter."
—"Ha, yeah. I wonder if they know something else about the case."
—"Beats me, as far as I know, they're working their butts off trying to find her."
—"I still don't get it. Why take her?"
—"What do you mean?"
—"I mean, I went to visit her the day she was taken. She's not exactly at the top of the food chain."
—"Maybe it's not about money. You've seen those movies where the pretty girl is taken far away because some psycho wants her all to himself? That's what I imagine."
—"Do they even know who the guy is?"
—"No, no one does."
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What in the name of hell did you just stumble upon?
The room was—first of all—completely painted in yellow. There were sewing tools, all different kinds of fabrics up on shelves, piles of clothes, accessories, shoes, and to top it all off: a mannequin standing proudly in the middle of it all.
Why was this here?
The creepy part of it all was that all the dresses were just like the ones Jungkook dresses you in. The walls were covered with papers of the human body measurements.
Your body measurements.
Almost everything had your name on it, down to the mannequin itself. At the bottom of every paper said Property of Jeon Jungkook at the bottom.
He made these dresses for you? But how? He wouldn't be able to know what your size is unless he...
Unless he...
Before you could process any information in your head, the door behind you opened and in walked Jungkook with your ice cream in his hands.
"I got you ice cream." he said completely oblivious to the magnitude of the situation.
"How long have you been planning this?" your eyes squinted.
His eyes scanned the room for a while before he looked at you and grinned,
"Since I was eight," he admitted slyly.
Your breath hitched.
Ten fucking years.
Your stomach sank as if you were falling off a cliff. Your fingers tensed and held on to the skirt of your dress. Whatever he meant by that, you knew it wasn't good.
"Ever since I laid eyes on you. You were wearing your school uniform and you looked absolutely mesmerizing. I couldn't let anyone take you away from me. I have claimed you mine and now that I have you, no one else can."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Don't be scared. I was only trying to protect you." he said.
"Oh my god," your hands went up to your hair in which you started sto tug on the roots tightly.
It was as if the puzzle pieces connected and it was too much for you to bear.
"Please don't—"
"It was you!" you jumped back on the he and kicked yourself away from him until your back hit the headboard. "You were the eyes that I always felt on me! You were the one who called me and never spoke! I thought someone wanted to come after me for years!"
"I'm sorry—"
"Don't!" you barked. "Don't you dare say that to me!"
"Let me explain—"
"No, just get away from me!"
Your ran away from that room. You ran away from that house until you couldn't anymore and you somehow ended up at the entrance of the Corn Field Maze.
You could hear Jungkook calling after you, so you ran inside to lose him. The road was bumpy and had vines growing on the yellow brick floor.
Still, you didn't want to face him, not after everything. He knew you since he was eight and you didn't know how to react to that. How could he keep quiet? He was always watching you.
There obviously would've been times where he got a bit too close for comfort, so why haven't you seen him? Are you that clueless?
The Corn Maze was extremely tricky. You kept falling and tripping over and over again. The dead corn stalks slapped you in the face every now and then, making you face plant on the ground.
You couldn't him anymore and you didn't know whether to be glad or scared. You were in the middle of no where, your legs and arms were scratched up and bloody, and you couldn't think straight.
There was no where else to go but back home, but you didn't want that, so you pushed through the stalks as much as you could. They made your skin it itch and the leaves fall.
When you got out, you face planted yet again on the ground. You weren't in there anymore— thank God, but you were close to the Carnival. You could see the games and rides from where you sat on a patch of yellow grass.
Then you started to cry into your hands.
How could he do this? Did he know your life was bad enough as it is? Was he aware of how scared you were your whole life? Now you couldn't even look him in the eye. He was a psychopath.
He was his own kind of Freak!
He's a Freak!
And you want nothing to do with him anymore.
As soon as the cornfields rattled, you shot up quickly in full defense. Your head snapped up and you frantically looked around the place to spot anything or anyone there.
"Don't be scared," someone said behind you.
You squealed, getting off the floor and immediately turning your head to see who it was. It was him! The red hair, dark green jacket and white v-neck. You've seen this guy before!
"You!" you said accusingly. "Who are you?! What do you want?!"
Another person emerged from the stalks to stand besides him except this one seemed more annoyed. He wore a green shirt on with a blue and white jacket on top. They both wore ripped blue jeans and black combat boots.
"Who are you?" you impatiently asked again.
"I'm Jimin,"
"I'm Yoongi,"
"Okay..." you breathed, "what do you want?" Jimin stepped closer to you, causing you to step back. "Don't get near me," he stopped, "just tell me what you want."
Jimin sighed and nodded sympathetically,
"We want to show you something, something no one else is allowed to see."
Your eyebrows creased together. This had red flags everywhere. You had half a mind to up and run out of there, but then more people came out from the stalks.
They were all wearing Carnival clothes like uniforms. All of them were special in their own way, but you swear you've seen them before. You felt incredibly inferior to them, seeing as it was almost twenty against you.
"You don't have to be afraid." a woman said behind you.
"It's you!" you stepped away from her. The lady from the so called nightmare you had. She stood there besides the Clown, staring at you with an intense look in his eyes.
You knew this was the end as soon as they started to walk closer to you, cornering you like a stray animal.
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"This is all your fault!" Jungwoo slammed the phone against his desk in a fit of rage. His body leaned over the wood, panting heavily with rabid eyes aiming at Sungjae sitting across him with a simple look of indifference.
"I reckon you should check yourself before you proceed to place all the accusations on me." said Sungjae. He stood up then button his blazer together before continuing to pace around the office.
"You saw that video. He took my daughter because you were too much of a coward to finish him off—!"
"Woah!" Sungjae whistled, shaking his head. He let out a hearty chuckled before facing his acquaintance with a sly and knowing smirk. "Let's not go there, shall we? Because if I'm a coward, you're a degraded scumbag who kills children for sport."
"You were still a part of it."
"Yes, that's correct." he pleasantly admitted, "But who do you think will have more time behind bars? People like you and me don't belong in a cell."
Jungwoo sighed in defeat, sitting down in his seat with discontent. Sungjae knew he won this round, but after this, there were many more to come.
"I want my daughter back,"
"Well, all this bickering isn't going to get us anywhere. If you want your precious daughter back, we'll need to find him to get to her."
"How are we going to do that?"
"Let's find him first, then we can get all the answers we want. Let's just hope she isn't dead by the time we find her."
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Hey y'all!
Short Update! Will make it up to you but will most likely be late because of who I am as a person!
~Author J.J