Jungkook laid in bed, caressing the black silk sheets and pondering the thoughts he put into his mind. His shaky hands trembled at each caress and his gaze was closed shut, allowing every tear to race down his pale cheek. At this point, Jungkook couldn't even care to think of what Jimin was cooking for him, but he laid there, clutching onto the black silk sheets while his tears left only a small spot of the bed still damp.

Jimin was silent for the most part. He knew something that the boy didn't, and only hoped that Jungkook would figure it out for himself. Until then, he stood in the kitchen and prepared something for the boy to keep his health up. Jungkook thought Jimin was insane; capturing the lamb and instead of torturing him or killing him right on the spot, he was being well fed and kept in one place. Jungkook expected to be brutally killed by Jimin at any point, so he laid over the wide bed and kept his eyes shut; pondering his life and replaying only the good parts in his mind like a movie.

However, the more the boy waited, the more curious he became. Jungkook opened his teary gaze to shift his focus onto the opposite room where Jimin was softly humming and cooking at the same time. Something still felt off about the man; the way he kept to himself, the way his hands were always cold and the way that his eyes seemed to beam a different color at times. Was it just Jungkook's eyes playing a game with him? Jungkook wanted to understand many things but when it came to Jimin, he always tended to hit a brick wall since confrontation was something he wasn't very fond of.

The aroma of beef and steamed vegetables slipped into the boy's senses. With the welcoming smell of a home cooked meal, Jungkook let out a deep sigh and gripped onto the silk sheets after. "Why is he so nice to me? Why does he care about my health so much?" Jungkook wondered and could only imagine poison being mixed into the soy sauce while Jimin was cooking the beef. "There has to be something more to what he wants, not just wanting me to remember something that didn't happen!"

After a while, Jimin was finally done as he stopped humming and set the meal into a bowl over a tray. Jungkook's food proportions were small since his appetite seemed to have depleted since his coma, so Jimin made sure he kept that in mind. The mysterious man made a bowl of hot white rice, tangy beef cooked with soy sauce, steamed vegetables and a small side of seaweed soup. Jimin then looked ahead blankly as he walked forward to see Jungkook laying over the bed; jolting his shoulders as he cried silently.

"Your meal is ready," Jimin mentioned in a bland tone and set the tray right at the bedside table. "Don't waste it, it's not good to waste any food."

"I'm not hungry..."

"Well, you have to eat something."

"I don't... I don't want it..." Jungkook whispered and kept his face hidden underneath his wrapped arms. "Why don't you eat it so it doesn't go to waste?"

"I'm...." Jimin then took a pause and looked at his gloved hands before shaking his head. "I'm not hungry... I will eat later," he spoke into his gentle and raspy whisper.

"Same... here..." Jungkook spoke into broken sentences as he took the time to breathe shortly. He began to have shortness of breath and his head was always spinning. His body wasn't in the best state for it to deny any meal given. Yet, Jungkook refused to take what the mysterious man was giving him. Jungkook didn't feel safe at all and before he knew it, goosebumps returned over his skin.

"The more you deny it, the more pain you will cause for yourself, please, eat. Don't be so stubborn," Jimin assured and tilted his head at the sight of the stubborn weak lamb. "Eat..."

"Forcing me to eat what you've made? I bet there's poison in it... in that case, put me out of my misery..." Jungkook thought in his head and finally sat up to dry the tears from his puffy gaze. There, Jimin stepped in once more to place the tray on Jungkook's lap.

"Don't throw it this time... if you do, I won't make you another," Jimin mentioned and as soon as he placed the tray over Jungkook's lap, he looked into his puffy eyes and watched another tear race down his cheek. "Why are you crying?"

"Why should... you... care?" Jungkook muttered and looked onto the tray, feeling frozen in place once again.

"It was only a question, answer it."

"I don't... I don't remember you at all.... So if I don't remember you, I'll never leave this place! But I can't recall a memory I shared with you if I've never seen you in my life before," Jungkook assured and looked over the food on the tray. "I'm not the right guy..."

"You are. You are the right one I've been looking for," Jimin assured and leaned in to finally position the boy's face to lock into his gaze. "Maybe not in this life, but we've met. Think hard... think very hard when you look at me, Jungkook."

"You're insane...." Jungkook whispered as Jimin's black leather glove captured a tear from the boy. "You'll never get an answer out of me... I don't remember you from anywhere..."

"Then, here you'll stay. Locked up in a room with no one to come rescue you. You wonder what was the downside of being held captive by me, and that answer is myself," Jimin whispered to the boy and pulled away, releasing the grasp he kept against the boy's chin with a smirk. "I will be stepping out for a moment. Don't let me find you down the halls," Jimin warned the boy and approached a nearby wardrobe where he pulled the doors open and took out another plague doctor mask to place over his ethereal face. After, he set a black top hat over his black silk hair and carried his usual cane.

"Please... let me go... Jimin, I-"

"You will call me 'Master' in no way should I hear my name come out of your mouth unless you recall a memory we shared together," Jimin spoke into a gentle hiss as his gaze dropped onto the ground.

"J-Just give me a hint! Please, I can't take it!" Jungkook begged as Jimin finally turned around; facing the boy with his cryptic mask and sending a shiver down his back.

"I will return in a while, don't let me catch you in the halls," Jimin growled and finally left the room. Causing Jungkook to let out a sigh and cover his own face in frustration.

"UGH!" Jungkook hissed and gripped onto the tray he had over his lap once more. "I'm going to die here..." Jungkook repeated in his mind and looked at the food sitting over the tray.

Eventually, Jungkook managed to finish the meal Jimin served him. The boy then passed the time pacing around slowly and laying on the wide bed he rather chose to lay on further. There was nothing for him to do and in no way did he plan on making an escape when Jimin had a tendency to appear anywhere at any given time. No matter how kind Jimin seemed off the surface, Jungkook couldn't help but to still fear him. Everything Jimin did just left Jungkook to question every motive behind it all.

"Can't I just make up a lie and hope that he buys it? Jimin doesn't seem like his mind is in the right place to even know the truth. He must be insane..." Jungkook thought and reached a boarded up window. "He is... isn't he?" Jungkook spoke to himself. In a way, he hoped to lie to Jimin but the first time he tried to do that, it didn't end well since Jimin only laughed in his face and denied it. Not even thinking about it longer before he knew it was a lie.

Jungkook's longing to run seemed to beg and beg, but he remained within the vintage themed room and observed many things that didn't really capture his attention before. The only reason why he found himself giving up was the fact that he had no one to run to if he ever managed to escape. Jungkook pushed many people away to the point where he believed they gave up on him and left him alone. Yet, being alone was what Jungkook feared the most. It was up until now that he was beginning to feel slightly safer locked up; but that feeling only lasted a second before Jimin would arrive and scare him further. The boy was more confused than ever and had nothing to do at a time like this.

Eventually, night drew in and Jungkook was fast asleep. He spent his day walking around the room, fidgeting with anything and trying hard to remember Jimin so he could finally be freed. But at some point, Jungkook had no reason to try. He was no longer feeling as weak as he did before and passed the time sleeping. Knowing well that Jimin was gone for the whole day, he couldn't try to bother him about the questions he longed to have answered. At the end of the day, Jimin was just as closed off as Jeon Jungkook; so the boy would end up repeating himself if he ever tried to know more about the masked man.

Sometime into the late night, Jimin returned and stepped into the dark room. He removed his mask along with his top hat to see Jungkook fast asleep over the bed; sleeping now peacefully and warmly. Jimin then made his way over to the side of the bed where Jungkook laid and sat next to the boy, looking at him carefully until he set his mask and his hat over the bedside table.

"Finally asleep and at peace.... I was expecting you to beg for freedom again," Jimin said into a scoff and looked away for a moment to process his next thought. "Has it really been so long since we've last said our goodbyes?" Jimin whispered and ran his black silk hair back while his eyes gleamed a crimson hue. "It kills me to keep you here against your own will, but you have to remember... you just have to... or else, how can I go on and restart what we had?"

Jimin then leaned in and removed his right leathered glove. His eyes remained locked onto Jungkook while he slowly ran his hand up Jungkook's shoulder and watched the boy flinch at the cold touch in his sleep. "I've missed you... after twenty-three years, you've finally returned to me... but will you remember a thing? Are you still the same as you were before? You look as if you are... every second I spend looking at you... it's as if you never left..." Jimin thought and removed his hand to conceal it within his glove.

Jimin remained sitting right by the boy, watching him sleep until he ran his own hand up the nape of his neck. Lost in his own thoughts while he only thought of Jungkook. "I can't let you go... either way, you have no one... I can't really tell if you long to leave or long to stay; you confuse me... but as much as you confuse me, you make me wonder... how was your life before meeting me once again? Will you be proud to stay?" Questioned the mysterious man before he leaned in against Jungkook's sleeping body.

Before Jimin could say anything else to vent about what once was, his plump lips pulled apart exposing a pair of pearly white sharp fangs within his mouth. "Forgive me..."