House Of Terror (Ⓜ️)

Jeon Jeongguk woke to a world that felt as if it had been ripped from his control. His vision blurred as the room around him spun, waves of dizziness crashing through his skull. A sharp, searing pain shot up his legs, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and his throat felt parched, like he hadn’t had water in days. His eyes fluttered open, the dim light of the unfamiliar room offering no comfort. It was small—too small, too intimate to be a hospital. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, yet something darker lurked beneath it, something Jeongguk couldn’t quite name.

A deep unease settled in his chest.

He tried to move, only to be met with resistance. His legs—immobilized in thick casts—throbbed in protest, and his arms felt weak, as though all the strength had drained from them. Panic bubbled beneath the surface of his confusion. Where was he? What had happened?

Before he could fully grasp his thoughts, a voice, soft and unnervingly calm, broke through the haze.

"Good, you’re awake."

Jeongguk’s head snapped to the source of the voice, his heart pounding violently in his chest. In the corner of the dimly lit room sat a man, his presence unnerving in the suffocating quiet. His dark hair fell lazily into his eyes, eyes that gleamed with something unsettling. The way he sat there, calmly watching Jeongguk, sent a shiver down his spine.

Park Jimin.

Jeongguk’s mind raced, fragmented memories of the accident flashing before him—the screeching of tires, the violent impact, and then…nothing. Now, here he was, broken, helpless, and at the mercy of this man.

“I found you,” Jimin murmured, his voice smooth as velvet, yet laced with an eerie tenderness. He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s face. “The accident was horrible, Kookie. You were so close to… well, let’s not dwell on that.” His hand moved, brushing a strand of hair away from Jeongguk's forehead with a touch that felt far too familiar, too intimate. “You’re safe now. I saved you.”

Jeongguk's heart hammered in his chest, a cold dread creeping through him. His legs were bound, his body weak and frail, and the atmosphere felt suffocating, like a weight pressing down on him from all sides. He swallowed hard, trying to force the words out through his dry throat. "Where am I?"

“My house,” Jimin replied, his tone too calm, too measured. “You were in bad shape after the crash, but I’ve been taking care of you. The storm made it impossible to call for help, and the roads are blocked. It’s just you and me for now.”

Every word sent a fresh wave of fear through Jeongguk. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t normal. The casts, the isolation, the eerie calm in Jimin’s voice—nothing about this situation felt safe. His body trembled as he fought to push past the pain, his instincts screaming at him to run. "I... I need to go to a hospital," he rasped, panic clawing at his throat.

Jimin’s eyes flickered, his calm expression twisting into something darker, something far more dangerous. "You’re not going anywhere," he said, his voice sharp and cold, cutting through the air like a knife. The sudden shift in his demeanor made Jeongguk’s blood run cold. Those dark eyes bore into him, a silent threat lingering beneath the surface.

But then, just as quickly as the cold fury had surfaced, Jimin’s face softened once more into a disarming smile. The shift was so swift it left Jeongguk reeling. "Don’t worry, Kookie," Jimin cooed, his voice sickeningly sweet now. "I’ve been a nurse for years. I know exactly how to take care of you."

Jeongguk felt his stomach twist into knots, a deep, visceral fear taking root inside him. He wanted to move, to escape, but the pain in his legs was overwhelming, and the casts held him captive. He was trapped.

Jimin leaned closer, his fingers tracing delicately along Jeongguk’s arm. The touch was light, yet it sent a violent shiver through Jeongguk’s body, his muscles tensing involuntarily. There was something terrifyingly intimate about it, something that made his skin crawl.

"You don’t need to worry about anything anymore," Jimin whispered, his lips curving into a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I’ll make sure you heal, Kookie. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long."

Jeongguk’s breath hitched as Jimin’s fingers lingered on his skin, the weight of those words sinking into him like a lead weight. His pulse raced, the room closing in around him as realization dawned. This wasn’t a rescue.

This was possession.