~Agony~

"Y/N. We need to talk." You jumped at Mingyu's whispered and creepy voice in your ear. You were preparing breakfast when Mingyu's sudden presence behind you almost gave you a heart attack.

"I mean I kinda understand your need to stay glued to each other, as you barely allow yourselves to breathe without one another. After all, I was forced to wait hours and hours for you to actually get out of your bubble. Sometimes you have to take into consideration that, maybe, somewhere out there, some frustrated people could be waiting to have a moment with you." He added a little irritated.

You slowly turned around and pointed the silver knife you were holding all this time toward him, "Never do this again," you threatened, totally ignoring his last statement.

Mingyu grinned at your fearsome expression.

"It doesn't work."

You frowned confused.

"No matter how much you try, you can't get scarier than Jungkook. Remember? I was beaten up and almost killed by him, there's nothing in this world scarier than that moment."

You turned up your nose at that then your expression softened. You felt bad about Mingyu. He was too kind-hearted, to deserve what Jungkook did to him. "Jungkook told me about your suggestion. I'm happy that you trust him this much. I have faith that everything will work out wonderfully and help him open up."

Mingyu's sudden bright smile melted the atmosphere around you. You smiled back. You couldn't help it. It was his effect. Mingyu was the opposite of Jungkook. No matter what, even if he was finding himself in the deepest shit, he would still smile, his eyes still holding light and joy.
You had come to care about him a lot. He was the only one who had helped you and stuck with you no matter the consequences. You had no idea how to repay him for everything he had done for you and Jungkook and still does. And you had the feeling you will never get that chance.

"I wanted to ask you how everything went. Did you find out something important while hypnotizing him? Did he remember anything that happened that night?"

"Yes, Y/N. Jungkook didn't kill my brother and his family. "

Your eyes widened in astonishment. "What?" Your body went limp as you tried to wrap your head around what Mingyu was telling you.

"Is this a joke?"

"No. Jungkook couldn't remember anything from that night because my brother drugged him. When the massacre occurred he was unconscious most of the time."

You laughed. You couldn't help it. "This definitely must be a stupid joke." You kept on laughing but eventually stopped seeing Mingyu's serious expression. You slammed the knife you were holding against the table.

"Don't fuck with me Mingyu! You can't tell me that after he went through hell in that prison, he was innocent, to begin with! Don't you dare to come up with this stupid theory." You pointed your finger in his direction angrily. "You told me you were sure that he was the culprit... You... The police... The court. Everyone made sure to investigate and gather enough evidence to come up with that conclusion. There was the weapon, the motives and God knows what else. All the evidence was against Jungkook."

"If they fucked up- " Your eyes sparkled dangerously, "-I'll make sure to see them rot in prison."

"It was Jin." Mingyu breathed out. "He had become obsessed with Jungkook. He tried to sabotage his life because he was jealous and controlling. This way luring Jungkook to search for his help and have him locked in his cage."

Your lips parted in shock, every drop of your blood drained from your body. Jin?

You stayed silent, your brain stopped functioning as you stared straight ahead at nothing, this until you could think again. Then eventually closed your eyes tight and pulled in a large amount of air. "Are you telling me that after all, Jin kept on drugging and abusing Jungkook in prison? You already told me about this possibility a long time ago but I still hoped that it wasn't true," you massaged your temples trying to stay calm and not burst. You were this close to losing your shit. Thank God Jungkook already took care of that man or you would have been planning his murder at that very moment.

But to actually throw everything upon Jungkook's shoulders and destroy him completely? You couldn't comprehend how anyone could be that evil.

"Tell me that we can come out and prove this shit. Tell me that out there, somewhere, is at least a slight evidence that confirms Jungkook's innocence. I'm begging you."

"It is."

Your eyes widened to full extent. Your lips trembled. You couldn't believe that Jungkook could get out clean of all this shit.

"Naeun." Was everything Mingyu said and your chest tightened.

"Tomorrow she will come here and tell you everything."

"Y/N?" Jungkook's heart started to speed up. He couldn't see anything. The curtains were closed not allowing any source of light to leak through. But he could definitely feel someone's presence in the room.

Jungkook froze at the feeling of a body pressed against him, holding him trapped against the bed.

"I love you, baby." A soft voice was heard near his ear, a hand sliding under his shirt to touch his soft, smooth skin and caress his rigid muscles outlining his stomach.

His breathing became ragged, a cold chill crept along his spine.

"Get off me." He whispered, his hands trembling against the bed, roaming around searching for something. But there was nothing to grab.

Then a pair of lips closed on the side of his neck and the fear in his heart burst.

He couldn't breathe.

"Y/N..."

"Wrong name, baby."

"Get your hands off me!"

"Didn't I promise you that I will never let you go? Once I want something, sooner or later I will have it. Even by force."

"I will never let you go, baby."

Jungkook blinked trying to decipher the figure in front of him. But all he could see was that man's face. His father's.

The only thing he could hear was his voice. He couldn't move.

The air remained stubborn and barely reached his lungs. He will have a panic attack soon, the feeling, the cold sweat which descends his spine, the dizziness, were too familiar. For a moment he had forgotten about his fears.

A lonely tear rolled down his cheek. It seems that after all, it will be always reminded of him. That there was no such thing as freedom. Not when it came to him.

I will always be trapped.

He clenched his fists the moment he felt fingers closing around his wrists, his arms pinned down by his sides. "You smell so good. You feel so good. You're driving me crazy. Do you know how much your behavior hurts? You are so cold to me yet here I am dying to hold you."

Another tear escaped his eye, and his lips wobbled. Her voice was definitely familiar but the shock given by the situation he was finding himself in, was too powerful to allow him to even think.

He felt her lips trail down from his jawline to the crook of his neck. Then her tongue drawing circles against his skin. Jungkook felt his consciousness slipping away due to the lack of air, his heart pounding hard against his ribs this close to making a crack.

"Get... Off me." It took all his powers only to let those words out.

Jennie's eyes widened seeing Jungkook's whole body shaking. Only then she become aware of the way his tears were falling uncontrollably.

The sudden noise of a door opening drew Jennie's attention only to see you stepping inside with a wide smile plastered onto your face. A smile that soon faded away due to the image displayed in from of you. The tray with breakfast you were carrying slipped from your hands and landed at your feet as your eyes stopped on Jungkook's shaking body.

Your pov

Why?

I don't know how I managed to move away from the door. My body felt both heavy and frozen but even so, I ran as fast as I could to where he was.

It has been years since I last saw him this way.

Why?

Everything... Everything was going in the right direction.

He was alright.

He felt safe.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against my chest. "I'm here. You are safe." I whispered against his cheek as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Breathe. Please, Kookie, try to breathe for me, my love."

"I'm... sorry." His voice was low and husky. I pulled back to search his eyes and wipe the sweat off his brow subconsciously. "Don't talk. Just breathe. It's not your fault."

I massaged his back and kept on whispering to him to calm down and breathe. But it was with no use. Even if he felt me, there was no chance to get to him and pull him out of the nightmare he was going through. I was convinced that he was trapped in his past and that he will not be able to come back to reality. He was having a panic attack. Close to a heart attack. I could feel his heart racing, his uneven breathing, and his whole body was shaking in my arms. There was no room for hesitation.

She was still there, standing somewhere behind me. I could feel her. I grind my teeth together and I couldn't stop the rage from bubbling up. I was literally boiling. "You better not be anywhere in my sight after I manage somehow to bring him back. For your own good, you better run and hide." I managed to let it out in a low, threatening tone.

I heard her leaving the room. I didn't even bother to check if she indeed disappeared. I bit my lips as I watched him stare into my eyes whilst struggling to breathe. A burning sensation seized my chest and a lump stuck in my throat. Before I would break right there in front of him, I left him quickly to search in my bag for the sedative. Again... I will do it again. I hate it. I hate myself for doing this to him.

I wasn't aware that my hands were trembling, this until I found myself struggling to attach the needle to the syringe. I stopped and took a deep breath before trying again. As I did, I burst into tears.

No. I will not cry. It will not change a damn thing.

I wiped quickly my tears away before turning around and approaching the bed where he was laying.

"This is the last time. I promise. This is the last time I am doing this to you." I said to him. Then I kiss the side of his neck before injecting the sedative into his vein. "I'll make sure of it."

I searched his dark, frightening eyes and a feeling of anger and frustration takes over me as I wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace.

I hope you ran away Jennie, I thought as I stared at the syringe laying somewhere on the bed.

Or I'll make you live the same agony.