please, pleased || aeron&&jungkook
it’s...it’s so cold, he thinks. he wonders if that is because if it is dark, so very dark that he’s sure that the light must have been sucked away by some otherworldly means - he’s always been unable to tell if his eyes are open or not, even in the darkest parts of the castle in the middle of the night. and yet now he finds them indistinguishable, unsure if he’s asleep or awake, whether or not he’s been trapped into his own mind. he should make a flame, he thinks, but then immediately discards the idea. no, he cannot, he cannot do such a thing - that is out of his ability and it’s so dark and so cold that to mar it with the broken light of his fire would be a disservice. and even then - he isn’t so sure he is able to do so, for the heat he normally feels beneath his skin is gone, dissipated into the cold of the air. he doesn’t dare try, for he knows in his failure the voice will return to gloat gleefully, for they know, they’ve always known, just how afraid jungkook is of his own weakness. just how ashamed he is. it’s quiet. it has been quiet for a while but he cannot be sure for he’s been told he’s been in this dark, dark, place for but a short time now and yet he feels like he’s always been here, that this is where he should be and he cannot even fathom to try and escape now. his actions do not seem to be in his own hands any longer; though he is dimly aware that this is simply a closet, that he’d been locked in here with his older brother but an hour or so before. the quiet is maddening for he can imagine all the things they want to say, all that they should be saying and the anticipation is awful in itself - not to mention it does little to ease the sting when the words do come. he’s pulled his knees up to his chest, eyes squeezing shut - forcing a tear down his cheek, “please, please don’t say it, i know already, don’t make me --- ! please let me out now, it’s so cold, aeron.” aeronrg