Jungkook's POV

They tricked me

They tricked me

They tricked me

It was like a mantra. A voice in my head was mocking me. Tears were beginning to fall from my eyes. Before they could discover me, I ran as fast as I could. My vision got blurry but I didn't care. All that was in my mind was the pain and betrayal that I felt.

I thought they would be different. I thought they would accept me for who I am. But I was wrong, very very wrong. They're not different from others. How could Taehyung betray me?

I'm not crazy!

Am I?

I started to laugh loudly just as I arrived back at my house. I stopped abruptly at the porch and looked at my surroundings. The trees were blocking the sun as if they were scared that I might burn from the sun. The trees cared for me more than the people I love would have.

I was laughing loudly while tears we're falling from my eyes. What do you call this? Am I crying? Am I laughing? I actually don't know.

But maybe they were right. I might be crazy, but I really don't care. If they want me to go to that wretched place...

I'll not go down without a fight!

By lunctime they came to pick me up, but I had other plans. As soon as I saw the truck that they brought, I told them to come down since I needed help with my belongings.

"What is this about Kook?" Jimin asked while rolling his eyes playfully.

"Hyung! I needed help." I whined and gave him a pout which made his face soften and break into a smile.

"What does my baby needs help with?" Taehyung asked as he gave me a back hug. His chin was on my collarbone while he left light kisses.

As we were lost in our own world, Jimin cleared his throat, "I don't want to sound rude to you lovebirds but we have a schedule to follow." His voice was strict while my face harden at the information.

Schedule to bring me to some shithole

But as soon as it came, it was also quick to go. "Yeah, hyung is right. Come on, let's go." I gestured and led them to my room.

"Help me with his boxes." I turned them to the brown boxes that was full of stones. But it was taped so they weren't able to see what was inside.

Taehyung and Jimin started to lean and hold the boxes. As they were busy trying to lift it, I slowly walked backwards and closed the door, in my hand was a baseball bat.

"Koo-" Taehyung wasn't able to finish because I swung the bat hard in his neck. He immediately lost consciousness.

I turned to Jimin with a menacing look, his eyes were wide. I chuckled at his reaction and walked slowly to him, the crazy grin never left my face. He walked backwards but stumbled because his legs gave out on him.

"Why hyung? Are you surprised? I'm crazy right?" I asked, slowly walking to him, my bat in tow while he retreated backwards to the side of the room. His hands was trying to grab anything until it landed on a small vase.

"D-Don't come near me!" He shouted, vase in his hand like a gun. I chuckled at how pathetic he looked.

"What will that stupid vase do to you? Can it protect you from me?" I mocked as I neared my face just to taunt him more.

"Yes, it can hurt you." Jimin smirked and at that moment he smashed the vase in my head. I staggered for a bit as I held my head. A small wound opened in my forehead, blood dripped from it.

"Fuck you!" I swung the bat and it landed on his nose. The crunch together with the blood that smudged on the bat proved that I broke his nose.

Jimin quickly sprang up. Still holding his nose but this time he looked behind him and saw the window.

Fuck! He wouldn't do it right?

He ran and tried to open the window with his trembling hands. My vision started to get blurry but I still saw him so I slowly walked to him, until I heard a click.

Jimin jumped from my window!

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He jumped, it was high but good thing the ground was soft because of the grass. But it didn't help that much because he landed badly. Now his leg was dislocated, but still Jimin stood up, dragged his leg and ran to the truck.

As he entered the vehicle he started to bring the engine to life. Once the engine was running Jimin drove the truck. His heartbeat was wildly beating in his chest as his nose was still bleeding. But he didn't care. He also didn't noticed a certain someone sneaked on the back of the truck.

A few minutes have passed. He was now in the road. A road nearby the forest, as he was driving he fished out his phone to call the asylum, a few ring have passed before the call was answered.

Jimin: H-Hello?

Asylum: Yes? Who's this?

Jimin: I-I'm the one who called for the patient who'll be admitted today.

Asylum: Mr. Park? Yes how may we help you?

Jimin: I need help! My friend attacked us. Now my other friend is left in the house! Please help us!

By this time Jimin was crying. He was freaking out. It was the first time he witnessed Jungkook like that. Like he was ready to kill.

Asylum: Calm down sir. Tell us where you are now? We'll immediately send someone to you.

Jimin: O-Okay, I-I'm here at-

But he wasn't able to finish because the window at the back broke. It was smashed with an axe. Jimin let out a loud scream and dropped the phone. The line was still on but he was too shocked to answer.

"Miss me hyung?" Jungkook asked while giving him a sinister smile. Jimin's hand started to tremble as he stepped on the gas.

I'm gonna die!

I'm gonna die!

Thoughts ran through his panicked mind as he cried. If he stop the truck Jungkook might attack him. But right now he was getting scared at the speed of the vehicle. They were going to fast.

Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Just in time a sharp curve was ahead of them that he didn't notice. It was too late to turn when he saw the sign. Too late to turn, but just in time to die.

Is this how I'll die?

Will I be able to see you again? Mom? Dad?

He questioned himself. It was as if all happened in slow motion. The truck ran out of the road and straight to a tree. The windshield broke, glasses passed by his eyes. The impact was too much. His head hit the steering wheel and bounced back to the seat. The airbag opened but it did little to save him. The whole truck looked wrecked.

It was impossible to save this mess. Jimin's body limply fell to the airbag that was losing its air. His arms had glasses pierced in different places. Blood was dripping from his head and ears. He felt numb but still witnessed everything.

Why won't he lose consciousness?

He wasn't able to move from the excruciating pain that he felt. But his eyes won't give up. The only thing that kept fighting for him, to witness everything. He was too tired to blink nor move.

Will I die now?

Is this the end?

Is Jungkook dead?

The gas tank started to smell. It was leaking a few more minutes and the vehicle might explode. His mind and eyes were refusing to give out him. His senses alerted him, he wanted to move, he wanted to survive, but he can't. A tear rolled down his cheek, throat ran dry as he was beginning to accept his fate.

Then he heard a faint click in the driver's door. He wanted to see who it was but his neck won't cooperate. Until a hard force pulled his body out.

He fell on the grass, still unable to move. But his eyes wandered, if only he could get back to the truck and die.

"Hi hyung!" Jungkook spoke, his eyes were red. While he wore a very malicious smile with his pearl white teeth. He was unscathed unlike Jimin who took all the blow.

Jungkook leaned and whispered in his ears. "You think I'll leave you alone? I'm sorry hyung but we are all in this together."

With that he stood up and slid Jimin to a sack. Like a piece of lifeless meat.

(A/N: Hey! It's me your author! I know I've been starving you guys lately. I'm so so so sorry for that! I've just been caught up in real life probs and judging. Back it up with writer's block. This online shizz (school) is really taking a toll. I've been writing then boom, sleeping on it. I hope you guys understand. Take and love lots 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜)