My Psycho Stalker (Taekook)
introduction
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Welcome to my first Taekook story
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English is not my first language so there will be grammatical problems that's why sorry in advance 😁😁
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Till now I was just reading stories but now I want to try something new so please please support 😙😙
Yeah this is 18 plus story so you know kids are not welcome here but if you still want to read then read it with your own risk but please don't report this story
Let's Introduce our main characters 😌
JUNGKOOK
Name: Jeon Jungkook
Nickname: JK
Age: 28
Rich as fu*k
Gender: alpha
Personality: handsome, Cold, manipulating, dangerous, Lil bit psycho.
obsessed with Tae
Jungkook grew up with his parents until their death at age 17, and lived with his foster father and attended college. At one point in his life, he found his love for hacking, and once scrolling through the dark web, saw the horrors of sex trafficking and child sacrifice. He therefore decided to save people from the horrifying industry. he started JK on his own, but now is almost in the entire country, filled with people who want to take trafficking down.
Taehyung
Name: Kim Taehyung
Hate her mother
Nickname: Tae
Age: 25
Writer ✍️
Personality: kind, sweet, hot as f*ck, sassy
gender: omega
Best friend: park jimin
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in future there will be more characters we will know about them in future 😁😉
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*Trigger Warnings*
Graphic violence, dub/non con, child & human sex trafficking, and sacrifice, gunplay.
chapter 2
The windows of my house tremble from the power of thunder rolling across the skies.
Lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the night.
In that small moment, the few seconds of blinding light showcases the man standing outside my window. Watching me. Always watching me.
I go through the motions, just like I always do. My heart skips a beat and then palpitates, my breathing turns shallow, and my hands grow clammy. It doesnt matter how many times I see him. he always pulls the same reaction out of me.
Fear ,
And excitement.
I don't know why it excites me.
Something must be wrong with me. it's not normal for liquid heat to course my veins, leaving tingles burning in its wake . It's not common for my mind to start wondering about things I shouldn't.
Taehyung
can he see me now?? (thinking 💭)
Wearing nothing but a thin tank top, my ni**pls poking through the material ? Or the shorts I'm wearing that barely cover my ass ?
Does he like the view ?
That's why he watches me , isn't it ?
That's why he comes back every night, growing bolder with his leering while I silently challenge him. Hoping he'll come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat.
The truth is I'm scared of him. Terrified, actually.
But the man standing outside my window makes me feel like I'm sitting in a dark room , a single light shining from the television where a horror flick plays on the screen. It's petrifying , and all I want to do is hide , but there's a distinct part of me keeps me still , baring myself to the horror. That finds a small thrill out of it.
And the lightning strikes in areas further away.
My breathing continues to escalate. I can't see him, but he can see me.
Ripping my eyes away from the window, I turn to look behind me in the darkened house, paranoid that he's somehow found a way inside. No matter how deep the shadows go in Parsons Manor, the black and white checkered floor always seems visible.
Legend says - or rather my grandma says that the house cought fire and killed construction workers during the building structure phase. I haven't been able to find any news articles on the unfortunate event, but the souls that haunt the Manor reek of despair.
grandma always told grandiose stories that wrung eye rolls from my parents. Mom never believed anything grandma said, but I think she just didn't want to. Sometimes I hear footsteps at night. They could be from the ghosts of the workers who died in the tragic fire eighty years ago, or they could be from the shadow that stands outside my house.
chapter 3
Sometimes I have very dark thoughts about my mother - thoughts no sane daughter should ever have.
Sometimes, I'm not always sane 😑
Taehyung
Please mom📞 ( irritated)🙄
Tae's mother
"Tae, you're being ridiculous,"📞
mom says through the speaker on my phone.
I glare at in response, refusing to argue with her.
when I have nothing to say my mom Sigh loudly
I wrinkles my nose. It blows my mind that this woman always called grandma dramatic yet can't see her own flair for the dramatics🙄.
Tae's mother
Just because your grandparents gave you the house doesn't mean you have to actually live in it. 📞
Tae's mother
It's old and would be doing everyone in that city a favour of it were torn down".📞
i thumb my head against the headrest, rolling my eyes upward and trying to find patience weaved into the stained roof my car.
Taehyung
" and just because you don't like it , doesn't mean I can't live in it," 📞
i retort dryly
My mother is a *****. Plain and simple. She's always had a chip on her shoulder, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why.🙄
Tae's mother
"You'll be living an hour from us! That will be incredibly inconvenient for you to come visit us, won't it?" 📞
Taehyung
Oh, how will I ever survive? (thinking)💭
Pretty sure my gynecologist is an hour away, too, but I still make an effort to see her once a year. And those visits are far more painful.
My patience only lasts an entire sixty seconds talking to my mother. After that, I'm running on fumes and have no desire to put in any more effort to keep the conversation moving along.
If it's not one thing, it's the other. She always manages to find something to complain about. This time, it's my choice to live in the house my grandparents gave to me. I grew up in daegu, running alongside the ghosts in the halls and baking cookies with Grandma. I have fond memories here---
memories I refuse to let go of just because Mom didn't get along with Grandma.
I never understood the tension between them , but as I got order and started to comprehend mom's snarkiness and understand insults for what they were, it made sense.
My grandma always had positive, sunny outlook on life, viewing the world through rose coloured glasses. she was always smiling and humming, while mom is cursed with perpetual scowl on her face and looking at life like her glasses got smashed when she was plugged out of grandma's v***na.
I don't know why her personality never developed past that of a porcupine -- she was never raised to be a prickly *****.
Growing up, my mom and dad had a house only a mile away from Parsons Manor. She could barely tolerate me, so I spent most of my childhood in this house. It wasn't until I left for college that Mom moved out of town an hour away. When I quit college, I moved in with her until I got back on my feet and my writing career took off. And when it did, I decided to travel around the country, never really settling in one place.
grandma died about a year ago, gifting me the house in her will, but my grief hindered me from moving into daegu. Until now.
Tae's mother
sighs again through the phone "I just wish you had more ambition in life, instead of staying in the town you grew up in, sweetie. Do something more with your life than waste away in that house like your grandmother did. I don't want you to become worthless like her."📞
A snarl overtakes my face, fury tearing throughout my chest.💔
I hang up the phone, angrily smashing my finger into the screen until I hear the telltale chime that the call has ended.
Taehyung
How dare she speak of her own mother that way when she was nothing but loved and cherished? grandma certainly didn't treat her the way she treats me, that's for damn sure.🤬🤬
I rip a page from Mom's book and let loose a melodramatic sigh, turning to look out my side window. Said house stands tall, the tip of the black roof spearing through the gloomy clouds and looming over the vastly wooded area as if to say you shall fear me.
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