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Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Iseul.

That was the name that they had decided for the baby boy. Iseul was three weeks old now. As Rosenow was healed to a great extent, Jimin was preparing to resume work.

He had long since decided to take care of the management of his own small hospital and his art gallery. The hospital was now functioning well, but the art gallery needed his attention. As he walked out into the resort-like backyard of his bungalow in a black suit, he oddly felt upbeat in the bright sunlight.

Since the burning dedication to finding Jungkook came to him as an epiphany, he worked constantly on the same, unable to find peace during the day or sleep at night, but today was different.

He had thrown a small party for just the family to celebrate his baby boy's life. Rose's family was present, but his brother and father couldn't make it. He knew that Jihyun would never want to be a part of any social event, but he still couldn't get himself from inviting him.

His five plus one bedroom and ten washrooms containing house was smiling at him. The top-of-the-line finishes throughout it made Jimin proud of himself as he gawked at it from the backyard. He had sacrificed his passion and became a doctor, but in the end, he did well with his life, and now that his son was here, he thought it was a decision worth making.

His brother-in-law was by the door. When Jimin noticed him staring, he raised his chin at him.

The man chuckled and started walking towards him. Jimin composed himself. It was never a good talk with Rosenow's brother. "Alex," he ventured. "I hope you liked the food."

"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Alex was grinning.

Jimin only ignored his remark. "Hope to see you again."

"Aw man," Alex chimed when Jimin began to move. "We both know that's not true."

"But here we are," Jimin stopped and gestured around him. "Bound by family."

"My nephew is important to me," Alex's grin dropped. "I am not going to disappoint him."

"Good to know," Jimin inched a little and patted Alex's shoulder. "Can I leave my responsibility to you temporarily? I have somewhere to go to for a while."

Alex nodded. Their gazes traveled to the second story of the house to see Rosenow by the window, carrying Iseul, worry etched on her face.

Jimin smiled at her before he turned around and trodded to his black car in the driveway.

As he drove out of the neighborhood, finding his way on the highway briefly, he couldn't stop wondering. He loved his family, but being on his own after weeks felt freeing, especially because he constantly felt like he was cheating on his wife when his mind was occupied with the thoughts of Jungkook. Now that he was alone, his mind was still occupied, but the self-derogatory feeling was gone.

How the tables had turned. Nine years ago, he saw him first at Fehrman Island. For three years, Jungkook did everything to give him hints, tried to convince him, and expressed to him, but he was never so obsessed with him as he was now, which was strange, because he hadn't seen him in the last six years.

It was after the last year of his university when he got married. Jungkook had only finished his third by year then. The boy disappeared after that and Jimin went on to do his two years of MS in his father-in-law's medical school.

Sometimes, he thought back to the old days, and sometimes he decided that it was only wise to forget that Jungkook was gone. It was easier that way. Not thinking made him believe that he wasn't at fault, but in reality, there was a guilt the size of a pin-prick in his heart that yelled at him, constantly reminding him that he was the only one responsible for Jungkook's disappearance.

And after six years, the pin-prick grew into a mountain, compelling him to even think of the nights he had never allowed himself to recollect.

As his mind went there, he lost sight of the road.

A loud crash flinched him and he pressed brakes, realizing that he had slammed into a car ahead of him. From the dashboard, he saw the other car halt, but his own was out of control, spiraling ahead like it was in the center of the Bermuda Triangle before sounds strangled and colors faded.

**

A tall man in light pink scrubs was carrying a bag of snacks. He walked tall and proud, smiling at a lot of men and a few women who all wore the uniform of grey cotton pajamas and tops.

The building was like a square box with five lateral sections, and five floors made of brick and plaster. All sides had ten rooms fitted with wood and metal doors. The inside square served as a walkway when rooms lay on the outer sides. He was walking towards the edge of the square yard, a few ceiling lights in front of the rooms were turned on at night, but the corner he was aiming for was dark.

Knocking at the door when he reached there, he entered inside and found a man in a grey uniform looking out from the big windows, curtains drawn away. "I've got your chocolates."

"Thank you, Mr. Knight." The man grinned and paced to him. Taking the packet, he tore it open and pulled out one of many bars.

"You are welcome, Jungkook." Mr. Knight replied, looking at him with an astonishing expression.

"What?" Jungkook jumped on his bed. "A man has needs."

"Don't throw the wrappers in the bin. Other patrons might see." The man advised, cocking a brow at him.

"Not for long," Jungkook answered and patted the space. "Join me for a chocolate."

The cheerful tone caused Mr. Kinght to humor the man. He pulled the chair and dragged it to the edge of the bed to sit. They were in a facility and Jungkook was his favorite patient. Everyone here was a patient, fighting against nature. Some patients broke, some faked, and some altered their ways to get out of there, but not Jungkook. When he came here six years ago, Mr. Knight was assigned to him, just like many other patients. He thought that the boy wouldn't stick around for more than three months, but here they were, six years later.

"What has made you decide to leave finally?" He asked slowly.

"I don't want to burn any more of my father's money." Jungkook pouted in faux sympathy.

"You don't care about that," Mr. Knight's brows danced a little, amusement on his face as he tilted his head to the side. "If that was the case, you'd have left a long, long time ago. Then you chose the privileged class arrangement. No one here lives as you do."

"I need to feel the fresh air now," Jungkook crinkled his nose.

Mr. Knight got up from his chair and patted Jungkook's shoulder. "I am happy you've decided to take the next step, kid."

Jungkook nodded, keeping his focus on the chocolate all the while as Mr. Knight walked out and shut the door behind him. Once alone, he got up and looked at his king-size bed. Aside from the snacks, it was clean and looked unused. The small shelf of books was organized, the big, round mirror on the wall beside the bed was smudged black with what seemed like paint, and a big TV remained off like it usually was.

He walked back to the window and stared out. The outside world was far-fetched to him now. He had decided to leave, but he still hadn't told his family. Only Mr. Knight knew of his thoughts for quite some time. If he was to discuss this with the facility's management, they would immediately call his parents, and he didn't want to deal with all that as of now where there was still some insecurity in his mind.

Sighing, he kept staring at the walkway and whisking leaves on the trees under the lampposts' lights. Wondering what it would feel like to let the air lick his skin made him breathe deeply and close his eyes. Would the pain return if he were to go out in the real world? He had made these four walls his protection compound, tricked himself into thinking that this was his safe space, that he wouldn't feel pain as long as he was here, but that was a lie.

His legs took him towards the small cupboard where he had his personal belongings. A small video camera, a few pairs of clothes, and a bottle of liquor with a golden bow on it, unopened.

His thumb was rubbing on the body of the black camera device, but he couldn't find it in him to unlock it.

When his door got knocked on, he flinched, but knowing the pattern of the knock, he knew exactly who was at the door. Closing his cupboard quickly, he walked to bed when the other man let himself in. Jungkook watched his face, an understanding passing between them. "Mother or father?" He asked.

"Father," the man replied. "It's so much worse. I wish he didn't visit me anymore."

"How do you want it?" Jungkook asked, his voice mechanical, no sympathy, no nothing.

The man hooked his thumbs behind the waistband of his grey pajamas and pulled them down. Before Jungkook could take a step, he bent down, holding the backrest of the chair where Mr. Knight was sitting a few minutes ago.

Jungkook turned off the lights in the room and then looked for something in his bedside drawer.

The man heard the tin foil wrapper tearing and felt Jungkook behind him in a few seconds. The moment his fingers touched the other man's waist, gripping him for support, the bent male's shuddered breath got caught in his lungs. He wanted the touch to be more affectionate, but it would be another disappointment for him if he thought he could get anything from Jungkook other than an animalistic fuck.

In the next moment, he was shutting his mouth as Jungkook started fucking him hard, the sound reverberating in the room. Both of them humped and grunted.

Jungkook inflicted pain and Jin took it.

The latter was five years older than the former, and they had met six years ago. It took them years to come to this arrangement, but now that they were, they always counted on each other. Whenever Jin's family visited him or when the days simply got so tough that he knew he would go insane, he came asking for pain, and Jungkook was more than willing to give it.

Along the way, Jin started developing feelings for Jungkook, but the younger man was very clear from the beginning. Jin knew that Jungkook loved a man named Jimin and that he was here because of Jimin. Still, he couldn't help but feel to want to have some of that for himself.

Jin was the only one who was close to Jungkook here, but lately, he had seen a younger, blonde boy laughing with him quite a few times. As Jungkook's strokes made him feel pre-orgasmic bliss, he lost his mind. "What's happening between you and that blonde boy?"

"Why do you ask?" Jungkook pounded harder with a punishing force, his fingers gripping the man's sides to leave it bruised.

"Tell me." Jin whimpered as his prostate was touched.

"No, I am not fucking him." Jungkook groaned and stumbled forward, falling over the folded body of the older as he spilled into the condom.

Jin wasn't done yet, so he jerked his cock until he shot his semen on the floor and fell on the bed with Jungkook.

The younger's eyes were closed when Jin looked at him. He sighed, carefully pulling the condom out of his dick. He got up, got in his pajamas, cleaned the floor, and covered Jungkook's body under the duvet before walking out with the dirty condom in his hand to discard it where no one could see it.

Jungkook opened his eyes and felt his neck choking, anxiety building in his chest. This didn't feel like a safe space anymore. Yes, he had to get out. It was time.

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9 Mar, 2023