Jungkook was standing at the door to his father's office room waiting for the man to finish his phone call. He wanted to sit down, but he knew it would just cause more problems, so he continued standing there for another thirty minute, wincing once in a while. His father finally finished his call.

"Get ready, we would be leaving in another 20 minutes!" Mr Jeon said in an authoritative tone.

Jungkook just replied an okay and got back to his room to get ready. Even though he wanted to ask where were they going, he knew better than to talk back to his father. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Tears welled up as his eyes landed over the wounds all over his body. He just wanted to lay down and have a good sleep, but when has that ever happened. Even when he got through a day without getting hurt and hoped to have a good sleep, his nightmares were enough for him to cry. A good sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford ever since he was 9 years.

He took a shower and got dressed, waiting in hallway for his father to arrive. His father arrived and they both left the house. While on his way he passed the a café on whose wall was written "You might hate your existence, but someone out there wouldn't live if you didn't exist". He hated that quote because it made him have hope that someone was out there for him too, waiting for him, even though he knew it was a lie. He thought of himself a coward because even though he was 19 years old, he couldn't bring himself to kill himself, he was too afraid of the pain. He wanted to get out of this hell hole, but he was too much of a coward to do it himself.

They arrived at the place. He could see police cars standing outside the house. He followed his father through the house to its backyard. All the people there were surrounding a pit and chattering. His father made him stand with two other persons and made his way to the man handling what seemed to be harnesses that were probably going to help someone get inside that pit. Mr Jeon whispered something in the man's ear to which he nodded peeking behind to take a look at Jungkook. Jungkook noticed it, but shrugged it off, thinking what could possibly make his already miserable life, any more worst. His father then seemed to talk to some other people in there. He was standing there for what seemed like forever when suddenly a man came and made him and the other two get near the pit. He was confused, and his mind clicked suddenly.

Oh no...were they going to make him go inside it? He didn't want to. He hated darkness and the pit looked like a black hole even though there were big LED torches set around it. He felt panic shoot through him.

All the people there were now surrounding the three boys and the pit, looking eagerly at them. The man was putting the harnesses around him, when he remembered something.

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"How much can we claim from the government for this"

"....."

What? Ten million won? Wow..somebody's going to be finally useful!" Mr Jeon said with a sarcastic tone to it.

"....."

"Are you sure nobody can survive the pit? Because I don't want any problem in me claiming the money."

"...."

"Ok, make sure to call the man who handles the harnesses."

Mr Jeon cut the call and sighed contentedly looking at the article in his hands. He was in a happy mood, so he called one of his 'servants' who smiled happily as she sat on hit lap and both of them started to make out, not noticing someone who sneaked into the room and took away the article.

Jungkook took the article to his room and sat on the bed and began to read it. The article read: The pit located in the backyard of Mr Choi's house is a seemingly bottomless pit. Because even though many people tried to measure it, nobody could actually do it. Mr Choi claimed that he never heard anything hit the bottom of the pit. He once threw an old refrigerator, but never heard it hit the bottom and crash. He even tried measuring it with a fishing line with a weight, but it didn't reach the bottom even though 80,000 feet of line had been used. He called it the 'bottomless pit'. He claimed once he saw his neighbour's dog alive days later, after it had been thrown into the pit since it died. Some of his neighbours said it was a portal to another dimension, while some kids called it 'Doraemon pocket'. When it became a popular topic, the government took hold of it for further experimentation. Now they are currently looking for volunteers and anyone who will be helping in the experiment will be awarded a lump amount of money.

Jungkook wanted to read more about this 'bottomless pit'. He found it interesting. He quietly made his way back to his father's office room to keep the paper sighing in relief as his father was not there. He was probably in his bedroom fucking some 'servent'.

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Jungkook was brought back from his thoughts when he heard the man with harness say something. "It's done kid. Are you ready to go in there?" But before he could he could reply, his father spoke. "Of course he's ready, isn't it Jungkook?" The man asked giving a warning look to Jungkook. Jungkook nodded and a lump formed in his throat. So this is it? He was going to die? He wanted at least his death to be peaceful. He had wished many times he wouldn't wake up the next day and would just die in his sleep. But guess what? He will never have his wish fulfilled as long as he's on this earth and will have to even die, screaming in the depths and darkness of this pit. He scoffed.

Jungkook was lowered down the pit while the other two volunteers waited for their turn. Jungkook could feel his heartbeat raise as he went lower and lower into the darkness. Even though he had a big torch in his hand to help him see through the darkness, it was like the pit sucked in the light. So the torch did nothing to help him. He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He heard the sound of something snapping and closed his eyes from fear. Soon it felt like he was free falling at a high speed and realised the sound was his harnesses snapping. He screamed for help. He felt as if the walls were crushing him, breathing had become difficult. He tried sucking in more air, but the speed with which he was falling was making everything difficult. He felt nauseous and felt like everything around him was spinning until his vision blacked out.

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