Torment Me Another Day

It was cold. The air felt sharp as he breathed it in. Inhale, exhale. It burned like it was on fire. Jeong shivered as he walked off the pier. Why had they gotten there so late? He had just arrived on the island, and he now had to trek through the unknown territory in the hopes of finding his house. He stopped his trot to check his phone. The light almost blinded him. 2:03AM. Jeong hadn't slept since he had boarded the boat, which was obvious by his already cranky attitude. He thrust his phone back into his pocket, lifting up his bags for his journey.

Thankfully, most of the streets were lit up. The activity in the downtown city area was enough to know that it wasn't a ghost island; though the possibility of ghosts on the island was very high. He had to rely on the knowledge that the captain of the boat had given him, as well as the little to no information he had about what his house looked like. Oh boy was this going to be a long night. He almost wished that he would have just stayed on the beach and slept there for the night, with his comfort blankie and special azure pillow. He was glad that no one else would ever have to see that side of him.

4:32AM. Finally, through many dead ends and vast amounts of confusion, he had stumbled upon the housing district. It was perfect timing too, considering that Jeong felt like he was going to pass out. Now he just needed to find his own house, one that had been labeled as 'Two story, maple brown paint finish, black front door'. It wasn't a lot to go off of, but after a few minutes of looking, he found it. "Fucking finally." He echoed to himself, wobbling a bit in his step as he shuffled onward to it.

No. He wanted to scream, that two letter word as he noticed someone waiting for him, on his porch. Not now, not right now. He thought to himself as his physical and mental tiredness was getting to him. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now, even if this person offered him ten million dollars, sleep was way more important right now. Jeong continued on until it was enviable to have to talk to this person. "Go away." He gestured his hand in a sweeping motion. "I'm tired." He grunted at the words as he kicked the end of the person's foot, not being able to see their face yet.
@Foxy

He didn't even want to take the energy to look at the lady. He nodded weakly as he took the key in his somewhat empty hand. A roommate huh? Was that some type of joke she was playing on him? It had to be, as he has specifically asked for no roommates at all. He didn't even want neighbors, but that was not really up to him. He jiggled with the door and the lock on it, shoving the key in a few different ways before a loud click satisfied him. The first few steps were nice enough; the floors were a nice dark oak color, but he paid little attention as he kicked off his shoes aimlessly.

It was rather dark though, which caused Jeong to flip on the lights. He jumped backwards and almost tripped on his shoes when he saw a familiar face in his chair. Wasn't this... That fan that had went backstage to meet him? The one he gave a autograph to and later chatted with? Had he followed him all the way from Korea? No- it seemed like it was the only way around. "I-I uh." He was too tired for any of this. It was too much for him to handle. Why couldn't he just sleep?

He rubbed his temples, the words escaping him as he was surrounded by his luggage. His arms, were they coming towards him? They seemed so welcoming, so warm and cozy to be in someone's arms. Though, what was this... This feeling of falling forwards. Was he really into this whole creep shit of having a fan take over his life? This fan, that was acting way too friendly with him; was he safe? Before he knew it, Jeong was almost horizontal as he feel into Jett's arms; or so he hoped before he passed out.

What had even happened? A loud... Unknown sound to him echoed into his room, waking him up. This was not good, Jeje hadn't nearly gotten enough sleep. His head ached like someone had kicked it in. His throat was dry beyond belief, which added to his already tucked off mood. It took him a good 10 minutes to even consider getting out of bed. In that time, he tried to guess what was playing outside of his room. Nothing pleasant, that was certain. After a total of 15 minutes, he sat up and swung his legs around the rather large bed, feeling a bit dizzy.

He patted himself. Oh good, he still had clothes on. He groaned loudly as he took his first few steps. Jeong felt like throwing up, or passing out again. Both at the same time would not end well. Jeong creaked the door open, instantly making whatever was on the TV much louder, and much more viewable. He didn't even want to try to guess what was playing on it. It was disgusting and made his gag reflex come up again. Oh no.

Just as he started to turn to try to find a bathroom, he heard a knock on the door. What was it now? His feet shuffled slowly over to the door, but by the time he was halfway there, his captor had answered instead. He was not in the mood for this. Jeong pushed beside him with a hip check before showing off his best sleepy smile to them. "Excuse my roommate, he's stupid and super deaf so he has to have his things cranked up." He nodded to them and waited for any words this person would try to retort back before closing the door. "Get the fuck out of my house." Was the next line he said as he glared upwards.

No, really Jeong didn't want to deal with this person. He was still overly tired as he stood there, his baggy clothes feeling heavy. "It's still my house; that time I checked, you didn't pay for it." He snarled at the man. "I didn't ask for some immature man to take up my own space." He tried to retort back, though there was a nagging feeling that he was going to lose either way. It sickened him to have someone like himself in his space.

All Jeong could do was give him a look of disappointment, as he seemed to so happily trot back to his couch, to watch some weird shit on his TV. He was going to get it, this guy. He was so cocky and confident he was surprised that he couldn't see it radiating off of him. "F-" He started in anger, as he knew he would never watch something like that, or allow himself to be that close and personal with some stalker of his. Even though he had fallen into his arms...

"The basement?" There was so much of the house that he hadn't seen yet, which made him excited to see what this made had done to his downstairs. A mini bar? A strip club? Who knew with this guy. "Like I'd help a creep like you." His eyes narrowed as he searched for the door for downstairs.

Even then, he didn't remember changing. He was in a pair of pain stained sweat pants, under the mask of assorted colors; they were navy blue. His shirt was a plain black t-shirt, one that he found to bland for his wardrobe. "Whatever dude. I swear if there is something nasty down there I am killing you and selling your body." It was a weird and somewhat false statement, but his dark eyes said it all. "After this I owe you nothing; not that I did before." Jeong paused. "And then you can leave peacefully before I force you out." He opened a few doors before he stumbled upon a staircase. He looked for the man... He remembered his name, right? "Your name was like... Jeck right?" It was something odd like that.

"Ugh." He wanted to choke on his own spit. This guy sickened him. How were these cute clothes? In fact; how was he even cute? Did he have some label hanging over his head? The thought of himself being cute almost made him dizzy. It was not possible. "I'll enjoy it when I see your head on a spike outside my house." Someone had to know that he wasn't just a cute kpop star. Or at least that would make them believe that.

"Never heard of such a stupid sounding gem. Sounds like some type of drug to me." It reminded him of the Jet's used in the Fallout franchise. Ah, he was a nerd at heart. "I like Jeck better, it sounds like I'm throwing up every time I say your name then." He smirked, hoping that he would at least get a response to his silly joke.

Then came the downright freaky part. It was pitch black, which almost made Jeong trip over his own feet. Thankfully, in a matter of seconds a light as shone on... A mother and two children. Oh. This was not a strip club. This was way worse. Jeong eyed the women first, who seemed terrified, but at the same time had a bit of unknowing hope in her eyes, as if she thought Jeong would save her. He glanced at Jett, who seemed to be, happy.

"U-Uh." Jeong just stood there, pulling down his black shirt, as if to cover up himself more. Why had he been thrown into this? He felt it necessary to gag, but nothing came up. There was nothing there at all; was something wrong with him? "N-Nice project you have down here, you psycho." What else would he be? Was there some ritual that Jeong didn't know about; that everyone received a psychopathic roommate as initiation? Jeong could just go over and make contact with the three terrified people, allow them to escaped while Jett was frozen like ice... But he had a feeling that messing with someone like him would mean he would be next. "What the fuck do you want me to do with this? This is... This is sick."