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Forsaken

Jungkook was like a ghost, a mere shadow lurking in the corners of society. His voice was rarely heard, his presence rarely acknowledged. Not even his own family showed much interest in him. Day by day, he navigated through life, his heart weighed down by the constant feeling of being unwanted.

But amidst the darkness that consumed his existence, there was one flicker of light that pierced through the gloom. A local dance instructor named Jimin, with his radiant smile and kind demeanor, treated Jungkook with genuine warmth. The rare moments of attention and care from Jimin became the fuel that ignited a spark within Jungkook's heart.

Obsession soon took root, growing like a malignant vine within his mind. Every interaction, every fleeting touch, only deepened his infatuation. The more Jungkook observed Jimin's grace and talent, the more he yearned to be seen by him, to be loved by him.

One fateful day, driven by a desperate desire to escape the agony of unrequited love, Jungkook summoned his courage and confessed his feelings to Jimin.

"Jimin, I... I have something to tell you," Jungkook stammered, his voice trembling with nervousness.

Jimin's eyes widened with surprise as he turned to face Jungkook. "Sure, Jungkook. What's on your mind?"

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook gathered his courage and let his feelings spill forth. "Jimin, I... I've fallen deeply in love with you. Your kindness, your smile, everything about you... it's captivated my heart. I can't bear to hide my feelings any longer. I know I may not be like others, but please, give me a chance to be the one who loves you."

Jimin's gentle expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and concern evident in his eyes. He reached out to hold Jungkook's trembling hand. "Jungkook, I appreciate your honesty, and I value our friendship. You're a wonderful person, and I truly cherish the bond we share. But I can't reciprocate your romantic feelings. I hope you understand."

Confusion and pain twisted within Jungkook's soul. Why was it that no one could love him? Was he truly that undesirable, even to the one person who had shown him kindness? The rejection shattered his fragile sense of self-worth, unraveling his mental and physical well-being.

"I... I don't understand," Jungkook whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "Am I so unlovable, Jimin? Why can't someone see the love I have to offer? Why does this keep happening to me?"

Jimin's voice softened, filled with compassion. "Jungkook, it's not about you being unlovable. Love doesn't always work the way we want it to. It's not a reflection of your worth as a person. Sometimes, feelings just don't align, and that's okay. It doesn't mean you're undesirable. You have so much to offer the world, and there's someone out there who will recognize that."

But Jungkook couldn't process Jimin's words through the haze of his anguish. His mental health continued to deteriorate, his heart shattered into fragments that threatened to consume him.

As the days wore on, Jungkook's mental and physical well-being deteriorated further. He neglected his appearance, allowing his hair to grow disheveled and his clothes to become tattered. Sleep became elusive, replaced by restless nights haunted by twisted fantasies of capturing Jimin's heart by force.

He began to isolate himself further, distancing himself from any semblance of normalcy. The world outside blurred into insignificance as he dedicated himself entirely to his obsession. Jungkook's existence became consumed by a single purpose: to make Jimin understand, to make him love.

With each passing day, Jungkook's actions grew more erratic and extreme. He stalked Jimin, his eyes burning with a mix of possessiveness and longing. He collected fragments of Jimin's life—a discarded piece of clothing, a photograph—to fill the void left by his unrequited love. The line between reality and fantasy blurred as he created a twisted narrative where their love was destined, where Jimin belonged to him and only him.

In his desperation, Jungkook devised a plan to make Jimin see the depths of his love. He would show him that their connection was stronger than mere friendship, that their destinies were intertwined. The plan would culminate in an act so drastic that it would force Jimin to acknowledge the intensity of Jungkook's devotion.

But fate, in its cruel irony, intervened before Jungkook could execute his final act. A concerned friend discovered his deteriorating state and alerted the authorities. Jungkook was apprehended, his delusions laid bare for all to see. The twisted fragments of his obsession were shattered, leaving behind only shattered dreams and broken pieces of a heart that had once yearned for love.

And as Jungkook sat in the confines of a sterile room, surrounded by the echoes of his shattered mind, he was left with a haunting question: Was his desire for love so inherently wrong? Or was it merely a reflection of a fractured soul desperately seeking solace in a world that had forgotten him?

As Jungkook's days turned into a monotonous blur of abuse and neglect, he found himself sinking deeper into despair. The light within him had been extinguished, leaving behind only a hollow shell of the person he once was. The cruelty he endured from both inmates and guards became a twisted manifestation of the pain and rejection that had plagued his life.

His body became bruised and battered, a physical representation of the emotional scars that ran deep. Each blow inflicted upon him carried a sickening familiarity, reinforcing the belief that he was undeserving of love or compassion.

The other inmates saw him as nothing more than a broken toy, a source of amusement in their grim existence. They reveled in his vulnerability, taking pleasure in his suffering. Guards turned a blind eye, their indifference cementing the notion that Jungkook's life held no value.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Time ceased to have meaning for Jungkook as he withered away in his personal hell. He became a ghost of a man, his spirit broken beyond repair.

As the days turned into an endless cycle of abuse and torment, Jungkook's will to live waned further. He became a mere shell of his former self, devoid of any hope or resilience. The inmates and guards continued to exploit his vulnerability, reveling in his pain and suffering.

Jungkook's spirit was completely shattered, his existence reduced to enduring each day in a state of numb resignation. The abuse he faced only served to reinforce his belief that he was unworthy of love or compassion, further fueling his self-loathing.

No savior emerged from the shadows to rescue Jungkook from his torment. He remained trapped in a perpetual cycle of anguish and despair, a forgotten soul lost within the confines of his own personal hell. His cries for help went unanswered, fading into the void as if they were nothing more than whispers in the wind.

Slowly, Jungkook's physical and mental well-being deteriorated beyond repair. His once vibrant eyes dulled with resignation, mirroring the bleakness of his existence. He ceased to fight back against the abuse, accepting it as his inevitable fate. The fragments of his shattered heart lay scattered and irreparable.

In the end, Jungkook succumbed to the weight of his despair. His life was extinguished, swallowed whole by the darkness that had consumed him for far too long. His story became another tragic tale of a soul lost in the depths of obsession, forever forgotten and forsaken.