#second part

You watch the way he talks with Jimin as if they’re friends who’s talking about last night's football game. On the other end of that one sided talk, Jimin looks like he’s about to faint. His face is pale. 

Your legs are trembling. You can’t even bring yourself to cry. What’s the point of crying, anyway. It all has come to this. How stupid of you to think your ridiculous plan would work. That you’d be able to make a fool of Jeon Jungkook.

Yet you find your lungs squeezing painfully in fear when Jungkook finally turns his gaze toward you. His stare cold and distant. No stars in his eyes, no longing in his gaze. “And you thought you could trust them, Pretty? After everything? You thought you’re going to run into your pathetic ex and your best friend and they’d shed happy tears to see you again?”

You suck in a sharp breath. His words hit you like a slap across your face. You don’t know about Jimin. Or Hoseok. But for certain you know about Daebi. 

“H-how?” You hear Jimin almost whisper to himself. You know he had being certain that you were not being followed. This may come as such a shock to him. Not to you. Jungkook never followed you. No. There was no need to do so when he knew what’s going to happen in detail. Every miniscule detail of your plan. He knew everything because of one person. Only one.

The earlier rage returns to you tenfolds harder. 

Daebi!

That bitch!

She has to ruin it over and over again hasn’t she? 

And you’ve had enough. 

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until you turn around and storm toward Daebi in the blink of an eye. You catch the woman so off guard she does nothing but stand there when your palm lands on her face out of nowhere. So hard and powerful that even you whimper in pain at the sting in your hand. 

You ignore that, though. The way Daebi’s head snaps to the side due to the powerful movement is so satisfying. The sound of your palm slapping against her flawless skin is otherworldly. But that’s not enough. Not considering the kind of hell she had made you go through. You don’t let her prepare for your next move when you grab her long hair. Yanks her head back with it. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you stupid bitch. I’m gonna ruin you.” You hiss through your gritted teeth while Daebi finally gets it together and starts to fight back. Not quite hitting you back but trying to escape your hold. 

“Fuck, lemme—” She starts just to howl in pain when you yanks her hair as hard as you can. You’re sure you can rip her hair off but before any of that you feel a pair of hands on you. 

“Fuck, what’s wrong with you?” You hear someone pants behind you. You thrash in the tight hold that keeps you grounded to escape and keep attacking Daebi— who’s trying to get her composure back. You must look like a mad cow. You don’t care. Daebi deserves to die. But the person who is holding you turns you around so easily. Your blood starts to boil under your skin to see that the person who stopped you is Hoseok. 

You try to escape his hold once again. Hoseok curses aloud. “Fucking hell, (___)!” He grabs your upper arms so tightly. “Stop it!” Shakes you as if to knock the words into your brain. 

Wrong move!

That’s all he gets to say and do. 

Even you gasp in surprise despite the fury inside you when Hoseok is dragged away from you. All you hear next is the painful crack of bones and the loud thud of the back of Hoseok’s head hitting the wall. 

“Get you fucking hands off her.” Jungkook barks. One of his hands on Hoseok’s throat, the other fisted and ready to blow another punch into Hoseok’s face. “I’ll fucking rip your arms and chop you into pieces you motherfucker.” Jungkook grits. His hold on Hoseok’s throat tightens and Hoseok’s face starts to turn red. He tries in vain to pry the hand on his neck. Right then Jungkook’s fist lands on his face again. 

Hoseok mewls in pain. But it does nothing to stop Jungkook. He drags his arm back and lands another painful punch.

Another crack. 

Another pained grunt. 

Another punch.

Blood starts to trickle down Hoseok’s nose first then quickly his face is just one mess of blood. Jungkook reduces him to a pulp within record time. Before any of you can even process what’s happening. Especially you. You just stand there. Horrified. Unable to move an inch, watching the godly face of your ex boyfriend turns unrecognizable. 

What snaps you out of your terrified haze is Daebi’s scream. It appears that she finally gains strength. She takes a hurried step forward. You don’t know what she’ll do anyway. It’s not like she'd be a match for Jungkook. Luckily for her, Jimin beats her to it. 

His face pale and eyes wide. Like it should be. A crazed man is killing his best friend with bare hands, after all. 

Jimin makes it to Jungkook faster than you think. He drags Jungkook back. Using Jungkook’s tshirt. You hear the sound of fabric tearing. To Jimin’s credit he manages to do it in one go. It frees Hoseok from Jungkook's death grip. He bends down, coughing and heaving for air. Blood uncontrollably falling down to the crisp floor of Jimin’s living room.

Jimin doesn’t let Jungkook prepare for what comes next before his fist flies to Jungkook’s chin. Forceful enough that Jungkook’s head snapped to the side. For a second it seems like Jimin got it under control. But what a delusional thought that is. In the next minute Jungkook dodges Jimin’s blows as if he’s a trained fighter. And that’s all it takes. One missed punch from Jimin and the control is back on Jungkook’s hand.

You yelp for the first time when Jungkoo hits Jimin across his face so hard that Jimin stumbles back. His attempts to keep his balance comes fruitless when Jungkook lands another punch. With that he lands on his back with a pained growl. 

You wonder what Jimin and Hoseok would say if they knew that this is the same kid they once beat into a bloody pulp on that cursed day. The kid who they nearly killed. The kid who laid there helpless. Well, they probably won’t believe you because this clearly isn’t that kid. 

No. That kid was dead. This is a new demon. 

And this demon is capable of more cruelty. 

And he’s angry. Not angry, he’s gone crazy. Completely. 

You know exactly what’s going inside Jungkook’s head. 

This is the same kid who lost it all because of Jimin that day. And he nearly lost it all again today because of him. 

He fucking did. If I have to make him suffer, I have all the reasons to do so.

You know what’s going to happen. Yet you do nothing but stare for another minute or so as Jungkook steps towards Jimin. His eyes are burning with anger. If a look could kill, Jimin would be dead so long ago. Jungkook walks up to him slowly. Too slowly for your liking. Like a predator about to charge on his prey. 

You keep watching. Watch and watch. Then Jungkook springs to action and you snap out of your haze. At the same time Jungkook grabs a white vase on a sideboard, you take a step. 

“No!” You scream which falls into deaf ears. Jungkook smashes the vase on the tabletop. Most of the shattered pieces clunk to the floor but one large piece with a sharp edge remains in his hand. You swear you do your best to sprint toward Jungkook and stop him. Apparently it’s not enough, though. 

You stop dead in your tracks when Jungkook lunges at Jimin who’s trying to get up. He pushes Jimin back into the floor with a hand clutching to Jimin’s shirt collar. You don’t know who screamed louder next. You or Jimin. Probably you because what Jimin lets out is a howl in pain as the broken piece of the vase pierced into his shoulder. 

“Fuck!” Jimin grits his teeth, trying to pry away the man on top of him despite the pain. Jungkook doesn’t even budge. He pulls the piece of ceramic away, making Jimin groan again. 

“It’s all because of you.” Jungkook’s mumble is hysterical. “If it weren’t for you, she would’ve been mine long ago. You fucking ruined it. And you had to ruin it now too? You fucking bastard!” He stabs Jimin’s shoulder again. This time a new spot. He pushes the sharp edge deeper into Jimin’s skin and flesh. Twists. The scream Jimin lets out is inhuman. You’ve only heard such an agonizing sound one time in your life. Jungkook pulls his makeshift weapon out. Shakes Jimin’s head by yanking him with his shirt. “You didn’t give a fuck about her all these time and now you want to play hero?” This time Jungkook doesn’t stab Jimin. Instead, he just pierce his skin slightly above his upper arm then starts dragging the pointed end down. Tearing Jimin’s clothing and his skin. 

Jimin’s back arches. He is covered in blood now. His white shirt is almost fully drenched in crimson. His face is the color of ash. 

“You wanted to take her away from me? I’d like to see you try, Park Jimin… I’d like to see you try.” Jungkook cuts Jimin’s arm from his shoulder to his elbow. Pulls the weapon up. Stabs again. And again. 

You don’t hear what else Jungkook says. 

He is going to kill Jimin.

Because of you.

You dragged him into this. 

The fact Jungkook is about to send him to the god is enough proof that Jimin isn’t a part of any of this. He’s an innocent, unfortunate soul that happened to get caught up in this mess.

Because of you. 

You need to do something. Something to save him. 

You let your body decide the next moves. It’s like you’re not living in this moment. Like you’re watching a movie. 

You let your legs carry you to the crazed man twisting his blood covered white piece of glass in one of Jimin’s wounds. You don’t know what Hosoek or Daebi is doing. Have no idea why Hoseok isn’t saving his friend. Maybe Hoseok has no energy. Or maybe he’s a coward. Or an asshole. 

Whatever the answer could be, you don’t even try to see where they are. You make a beeline to Jungkook. Fall to your knees. Then without even you knowing it, you’re doing your best to drag him away from Jimin. Cries after pathetic cries leave your mouth. 

“No, please stop it.” 

Jungkook doesn’t even look at you. 

“Please Jungkook.”

Nothing. Even Jimin's screams have turned into weak whimpers. 

“Jungkook, baby, please…”

That word always worked. Not now. 

It’s not working. No matter how hard you try or how hard you cry. 

You fall back to the floor. Body limp. Tears make your sight blurry. 

You have to do something.

You look around aimlessly. With no purpose. Catch a glimpse of Daebi tending to Hoseok. You pay no attention to them. Scan across the room. Until your eyes land on the remaining pieces of the shattered vase. 

You stare at them emptily for a millisecond before something clicks in your hazy mind. 

You have to do something.

You hurry to crawl across the room toward the broken pieces. Ignore your trembling hands as you pick up a piece big enough. 

You have to stop Jungkook. 

You need to stop this madness. 

The only way to do that is to take the cause of this madness away. 

You push the sharp edge of the ceramic piece to your neck. It feels rough on your skin. Certainly not suitable to hurt someone. You don’t know how Jungkook is doing it. Doesn’t matter. If he can, then you can too. Enough force will make the rough edge sink into your flesh. You press a little harder. It finally stings. 

“I’ll kill myself if you don’t stop!” That voice can’t be yours. It comes from a distance. It sounds too unfamiliar. “Jeon Jungkook! I’ll fucking kill myself.” Yet it’s your voice and the second time it comes even louder. 

And it works. 

Jungkook freezes midway. His head snaps to you. You visibly witness the way the madness in his eyes turns into panic in a flash. 

You don’t know what convinced him that you’d actually do it. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes. Or it’s his instincts. Because you’re going to do it. 

As the rough edge of the porcelain presses harder into your throat and the more it stings, you feel powerful. For the first time after years, you feel as if you have control. And even if it means your death, you’ll hold on to it. In the end, you no longer care. Everything has gone wrong anyway. What’s the point of keeping struggling anymore?

You keep your eyes on Jungkook. Threatening. A silent promise that you’ll do it. 

You can’t believe that you’ve never tried this method before. You know you’re Jungkook’s biggest weakness. You always knew that. Still you never tried anything this way. 

Jungkook won’t survive without you. 

That’d be too much pain. 

Jungkook raises to his feet slowly, finally abandoning the bleeding Jimin. You keep your ground. You want to look smug now that you have the control. You want to smile now that you’re the one who’s playing the game. But you’re doing neither. The only thing you’re doing is tearing up even more. Crying and hurting yourself. 

“Pretty…” Jungkook whispers breathlessly.

“Drop it.” You sob. 

Jungkook wastes no time. He drops the bloodied ceramic down to the floor even before the words leave your mouth properly. 

“There you go. Now put it down.” He raises his arms, as if to show you that he’s surrendered. You don’t listen to him. Why would you when you can play some more. “Pretty? Put it down, baby.” Jungkook repeats. This time more stern. He takes a step towards you. You take a step back, without surrendering. 

You have no intention of complying. You’ve complied with him for far too long. Look where it got you. One of your friends is practically dying on the floor. Your ex has a ruined face. You may hate him with a passion but that doesn’t entitle Jungkook to beat him. No. That’s way too much control. 

You’ll actually kill yourself. 

You press harder. 

This time it actually pierces your skin. A pained gasp escapes your mouth. That’s all it takes for Jungkook. He storms toward you without giving you time to act upon. Before you know it, he has your hand pushed away from your neck. A tight grip on your wrist and a twist makes the piece of shattered vase drop from your hold. 

Like that you’re no longer in control. Again.

“You’re being an ungrateful bitch again (___).” Jungkook hisses. You can smell blood on him. Jimin’s blood. Your stomach sloshes. You might throw up all over him. Jungkook lets go of your hand to grab your face, smearing all the blood on your face. God, you’ll throw up. “You’re ready to kill yourself for him?” Jungkook chuckles. Manic. Hysteric. 

You don’t answer. You stand there boneless in his grip. 

“And after everything I did for you, you still want to leave me?” Jungkook’s voice drops into a whisper. “You think these people want you back in their life?” He rests his forehead against you. For some unexplainable reason, his words sting so bad. A pain raises its head among the fear and disgust you’re feeling. “But I think I might be cursed because I love you even when you’re so stupid and ungrateful.” He sighs heavily. As if he’s revelling in the feeling of being so close to you again.

And you like it. 

Why are you enjoying it? Why does it give you hope? The disgust and fear is still there but deep down, in some sick part, you like that he’s still down for you. 

Why? What’s wrong with you?

“I told you this already, baby. You’ll never escape me.” 

I’ll fucking live inside your head, I’ll fucking burn myself into you. You. Are. Never. Going to escape me.

There goes your answer. He’s already in your head. Etched deep in your skin. Engraved in every cell in your body. He has you where exactly he wants you. It’s already too late. 

You can’t escape him. You’ll go back to him even if he never chases you up. 

You’re such an idiot to try this. All it does is make your friends—or the friend, suffer. 

Jungkook smirks. Like he knows what you’re thinking. 

“You hear me? You’re fucking stuck with me. If you want to end this so badly, I’ll kill you baby. I will kill you. I will. Never again try to harm what’s mine.” With that he pulls away. Beats a second. Then his lips are on yours. You let him. Even when you taste blood on him. You let the taste of him invade your taste buds. You let him deepen the kiss. 

The kiss doesn’t last much long. He pulls away slowly. That manic look back in his eyes. He steps away from you. Slowly. You don’t know what he’ll do next. Go back to finish his job? What will you do to stop him next?

How pathetic are you?

He bends down. Picks up the same ceramic piece you used to hold against your own neck. He doesn’t break eye contact as he does that. 

He’s going to kill Jimin. 

Jungkook takes a step back. Painfully slowly. Another.. And another. Then right at the time you think he lunges back at Jimin, he turns to his right. Just within a quick blink of an eye, he yanks Daebi—who’s standing there helping Hosoek to keep his balance—to him. Daebi’s back pressed against his chest. One arm curled around her neck. Other one pressing the damn ceramic above her chest. 

Daebi lets out a shrill scream. Hoesok takes a hurried step, his attempt of trying to catch his girlfriend turning embarrassingly null. 

“Fucking stay where you are.” Jungkook shouts, making Hoseok stop dead. “Don’t test me.” Still Jungkook adds. 

“Fuck!” Hoseok curses quietly , his arms going up in the air. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He mutters to Daebi who’s the same color as the porcelain Jungkook is pressing against her chest. 

How romantic? 

You want to laugh. Yet you don’t. Because Jungkook’s eyes are back on you. He ignores Hosoek. 

“Do you want this, pretty?” He smirks menacingly. “This bitch stole your boyfriend.” Daebi gasps while Hoseok winces. “And she conspired behind your back to get rid of you. You would want her to suffer, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook starts to slowly take his hand down. The dull end of the ceramic scratches over Daebi’s t-shirt. Stops above her stomach.

She grunts, thrashing on Jungkook’s hold. Obviously not succeeding even a little bit. 

“Say the word, baby. You know I’ll do it. Trust me it’ll feel good. She deserves it.” 

“No. Fuck, no!” Daebi’s panicked eyes land on you. So do Hosoek’s. Hoseok turns them back to Jungkook rather quickly. He takes another stupid step up.

“Listen man—”

“Stay where you are.” Jungkook doesn’t  even spare a glance at him. Only presses his weapon more to his victim and Hoseok has no other choice but to play it cautiously. 

You watch everything without even moving a finger. Suddenly you feel so numb. Probably the effects of crying so much. Yet you haven’t stopped crying. Tears are still flowing over. Among all that, however, you feel strangely numb. Detached. 

“Say the word, pretty.” Jungkook speaks to you again. “Maybe you’ll understand what I’ll do for you then. You’ll finally see how much I love you. Maybe you’ll love me back, pretty.” He suddenly starts to sound dreamy. “Won’t you, pretty? You’ll love me if I kill her for you.” He tilts his head to the side. Waits patiently for your answer. 

Your answer!

He wants you to say yes so he can kill someone. 

Isn’t that crazy? 

Love?

He believes that killing someone would make you love him. 

Isn’t that funny?

Isn’t it funny how Daebi is finally at a place where you used to be? Panicked. Horrified. Tearing up. 

Her thrashing and struggling has turned hysterical. You don’t really hear what she’s saying, though. Hoseok has started talking again too. You can see his mouth moving and the way Jungkook is glaring at him like a wild animal. Yet you don’t hear what Hoseok is saying. 

The poor man is trying to save his girlfriend.

Isn’t it funny he wasn’t there to save you back then?

Isn’t it funny how the tables have turned. 

It’s too funny to be able to keep them all bottled up. You can’t help the way your lips quiver, nor can you help the bubble of laughter build in your throat. You swear you don’t want to laugh. Still despite your struggle, a scary chuckle leaves your mouth. And the room falls into a silence of disbelief. 

Jungkook looks at you in admiration.

Your chuckle blows into a laughter. 

Hosoek looks at you with pure disgust.

You bend down while laughing hard. 

Daebi starts to thrash again after a minute of stunned silence. 

You don’t want to laugh.

Revenge is a sweet word. It gives you comfort. Yet hurting someone isn’t on your list. Not yet at least. Maybe you’re walking toward that. Maybe you’ve finally lost your mind. 

Whatever the reason could be, Jungkook takes that as a yes.

“There you go, princess. Knew you’d want that.” His voice oozes liquid venom. 

“No. Listen…” Hoseok starts but his voice gets drowned by Daebi’s yelling. 

“No… Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook. Fucking psycho. You’re a fucking psycho. You both are…. Let me go… let me…(___)!!” She looks at you. You sober up. “You bitch! I didn’t do anything, you know? You deserve that shit. You always have been a crazy bitch and you were making Hoseok’s life fuckin miserable. I did all of us a favor.” She stops her struggle for a brief second. “You two get along well, don’t you think? You both are fucking psychos after all.” Her words fall into an utterly silent room. Shocked. Not you. Not Jungkook. But Hosoek. He even takes a step back. 

“W-what?” He looks at you, then back at Daebi. 

Daebi realized her mistake but it’s already too late. This time it’s Jungkook who laughs. An honest laugh. From the depth of his heart. 

“No.I—” Daebi starts just to be cut off by Jungkook. 

“That’s on you.” He says to Daebi. “See man,” Turns to Hoseok. “Two faced, lying bitches like your girlfriend deserves to die, anyway. But,” He presses the broken ceramic more to Daebi’s flesh over clothing. “I’ll do it this way. I mean, don’t get me wrong because she’s gonna suffer but I’ll let her live.” Hoseok almost lets out a breath in relief. Almost. “But,” Jungkook returns his gaze to you. “You’ll let us walk away peacefully” 

The words hang heavy in the air. No one says anything. Just Daebi’s whimpers. 

Hoseok waits a moment before taking a slow step back even when he had heard the truth. Through Daebi’s mouth. 

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Not that you expected anything else anyway. 

Honestly, you don’t care about Jungkook taking you away again either. 

Jungkook hums in satisfaction. 

Daebi relaxes. She probably forgot the last few words of Jungkook. Just as she lets her guard down, Jungkook stabs her side. Daebi’s scream pierces your eardrums. 

“No!” Hoseok lunges forward despite his state. Before he can make it toward them, Jungkook manages to stab Daebi’s side once more. Her angry yellings turn into sobs and apologies. 

You know that Hoseok could’ve at least made Jungkook’s task a bit harder. But what stops Jungkook isn’t Hoseok. It’s the sudden bang. All of your heads snap to the direction. The sound has come from the front door. It has collided with the wall. 

Through the now open door emerges a figure. Then two. Three. 

Blue clothing. 

Yellow vests. 

Badges. 

Holding guns in their outstretched hands. 

Pointing them toward Jungkook. 

The police. 

No!

Your head starts throbbing as if it’s about to explode. Panic settles in you like a wildfire, spreading into every nerve. 

No, no, no. 

Jimin promised you.

Did he lie to you?

Then you get your answer. 

Hoseok uses the moment of distraction to pull wounded Daebi away from Jungkook. Or it’s more of Jungkook letting her go willingly. 

“Fuck you, motherfucker.” He curses aloud once his girlfriend is out of the grasp of Jungkook. “Let’s see how you get away with that.” 

And you notice the phone in Hoseok’s hand. He called the police. In another time, you would’ve reeled with fury. Not now. Not when your priorities lay somewhere else. 

You begin to feel everything back again. Anxiety rockets higher through the roof. You break into a sprint. Straight toward Jungkook. Nothing else matters. 

“Freeze.” Someone shouts. 

You ignore that as you stop in front of Jungkook. You’re shaking your head almost furiously. Jungkook returns his attention to you from the intruders. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly. 

“I didn’t–” You stutter. “I didn’t- I swear, I never- I didn’t know–” 

“I know.” Jungkook whispers. You grab his blood covered hands willingly this time. In your peripheral you see someone rushing to Jimin. 

“Drop the weapon.” It’s all one loud noise. 

You squeeze Jungkook’s hands. 

“We-we have to run, right? We’re going to escape and, and…” You look around you frantically. There must be another door. Or you can make it to the door. 

A siren starts blaring in the distance. 

Fuck! Are you being surrounded?

No… this isn’t what you wanted in the slightest. 

Fresh waves of tears break apart from you, leaving you a trembling, sobbing mess. 

“We can fight, right?” You pull at his hands. A movement behind him catches your attention. Someone is nearing him with the metal muzzle pointed at Jungkook. You feel as if the whole world is about to snap in half. “Right?” You urge Jungkook. He’s eerily quiet. And before he can answer you, the person who came behind him yanks his hands away from your grasp. 

“Step away from the suspect, ma’am.”

No way!

You clutch his face in the absence of his hands. “Kook!” The fact he isn’t talking to you is eating you up from inside. “Please, fight!” You feel like your heart is being squeezed by an invisible hand. “God, no.” You turn to the person behind him, who’s now busy handcuffing Jungkook. “He didn’t do anything.” You almost rush to the policeman, so ready to fight him physically when Jungkook finally speaks. 

“It’s okay, Pretty.” He coaxes. 

You stare at him with teary eyes. “No, please… Yo-u c-can fight’em o-off.” Sobs break your voice. 

“Listen to me.” Some urgency leaks into his voice. Probably because the person behind him has started to pull him back. Away from you. You clung to Jungkook even more. As if he’s your breath. 

“No, please… leave him be.” You cry. Nobody gives a fuck. And to your utter horror, you feel a pair of hands wrap around you and start yanking you away from Jungkook as well. “No,no,no…”

“Pretty, listen to me!” Jungkook raises his voice. You stop struggling for a second. Apparently, that’s enough for him. His voice drops down into a whisper again. “Will you ever love me?” 

You still. 

What is he even asking? This isn’t the time for this.

“C’mon, pretty. Give me hope!” For the first time since you ever met him, Jungkook sounds broken. Utterly, Irreparably, distraught. “Give me hope to keep going on for you. Will I ever be enough?” 

It hits you. 

You’ll never escape me. 

He promised you, after all. He’ll find you again. You can’t escape him. All you have to do is give him hope. 

You take a deep breath. Nod. Once. Twice. Then you’re nodding like a broken doll. 

“Good!”

That’s all Jungkook is able to say before the damn policeman succeeds in dragging him away. Your heart wrenching cries do nothing to stop them. Your attempts at going after him come futile due to the hands that are holding you tight. 

No matter how hard you struggle you don’t manage to move an inch. Jungkook keeps looking back at you. His face is still calm. Hurt yes, but calm, nonetheless. He doesn’t put up a fight at all. He keeps his eyes on you until the very last step. Until he disappears through the threshold. 

You fall into your knees. 

And everything turns dark. 

……………..

Five hours ago. 

“Gimme an address, Daebi. You don’t want me as your enemy..” Jungkook bellows into the phone. Even without seeing, he knows Daebi flinches. 

“Fuck you, Jungkook.” Yet she has the guts to yell back. “You weren’t supposed to call me ever again.” She grits. “We had a deal in case you’ve forgotten. I can’t believe you’re making the same mistake all over again. You had her and you let this happen? You let her go? What a fucking loser you are.” 

“For fucks sake!” Jungkook shouts through the top of his lungs before he catches himself. A deep breath and he lowers his voice. You’re in the bathroom. He can’t afford to let you overhear this conversation. “Give me a damn place, D. You know I’m not going to sit back. This is your last fucking chance or you’ll have to explain to you petty boyfriend why you ever had any contact with the person who kidnapped his beloved ex. It’d wreck him, wouldn’t it?” 

A silence. 

He knows he just hit a nerve. A deep insecurity instilled within Daebi. 

“Wow!” She exclaims after a second. “That’s low even for you.” 

“I don’t care about being low. I’d fucking do it.” 

Daebi sighs heavily. Jungkook hears a low curse as well. Something suspiciously sounds like ‘son of a bitch’. 

He doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets the work done, he’s fine. 

“Fine.” At last she agrees, reluctantly. “This is the last time, Jeon. And give me some time. The bastard hasn't mentioned a thing about meeting (___) to us.” She refers to her friend. 

Park fucking Jimin. 

The devil who came to ruin it all for Jungkook. Not once but twice. He should’ve taken care of the sleazy thing a long ago. 

Mistake number one. 

Of course, he hasn't told Daebi anything. But Jungkook knows he told someone. He saw Jimin practically yelling through his phone last week. He told someone who’s not Daebi. Maybe, Hoseok?

Daebi shouldn’t trust them. People shouldn’t trust other people so much. 

Not even the person who they love so much. Like how Hoseok shouldn’t trust Daebi either. Like how Jungkook shouldn’t have trusted you. 

Mistake number two. 

He knew he fucked up the moment he saw you with Jimin the day you went out for the first time. Just staring at each other. What a cruel destiny that the bastard has to be in the same place as you are on the same day? 

Jungkook should’ve dragged you away despite all your protests after he caught you chitchatting with a stranger. 

Mistake number three.

You’re his weakness after all. He can’t help but give the things you want. 

Jungkook has wanted to storm toward you and kill Jimin right then and there. He was milliseconds away from doing it. But then you’ve asked him to trust you. And he had become the idiot who thought he might give it a try. Trusting. He had wanted to know what you’d do. 

Would you choose him?

Would you choose to stay?

So he had turned a blind eye. Had pretend that he didn’t notice a thing. Ever since that day, he’s been watching you like a hawk. You every moment. Anticipating.

Daebi is so right to say that it’s Jungkook’s fault. Even at this moment he can easily stop you from leaving the apartment once again. Cancel the date and keep you all to himself. Easy. 

The thing is, however, after the stunt you pulled, you deserve a good lesson. So does Park Jimin. Jungkook has to make sure this never happens again. Hence his reasons to go along with your stupid plan—whatever it is— like an idiot. 

It’ll pay off. He knows it will. 

“Good. You have an hour.” 

With that Jungkook hangs up.

You’ve always meant to be his. His and his only. Nothing is going to change that. 

You will never escape him.

He will always find a way.

.................................

Whumpee jumped when the door bell rang. They had been more jumpy since that night.

Caretaker walks past and glances at Whumpee.

"I think that is the detective", Caretaker answers Whumpee's thoughts, "stay until I know for sure."

Whumpee nods and lowers to the floor.

"Hello!"

Whumpee listens closely until they hear the detective's voice.

"I'm glad to finally be able to meet with you again", the detective comes in.

"Yes, work has kept me busy" Caretaker nods, "but I now have a few days off. I can finish getting Whumpee comfortable. Is there any news?"

"None of those that we were able to arrest are willing to talk. So unfortunately not", the detective came in and glanced at Whumpee, "we are taking samples from the box. Unfortunately, it's still the beginning of the investigation."

Caretaker nodded in understand, which, Whumpee then nods. Not fully understanding but wanting to be part.

"I have two items that need to be dealt with. The reason for my visit", the detective sighs, "the courts have created a little bit of paperwork for you to be able to read over and sign. This will give you some guidelines on what's expected for Whumpee. You will of course have a copy", the detective begins pulling out a stack of papers, "I also need to collect DNA from the human pet. This will help with cross- contamination, and hopefully the DNA will help track down information on you."

Whumpee nervously backs up.

"That sounds painful", Whumpee winces.

"It's not", the detective frowns.

"I'm right here Whumpee, I won't let anyone hurt you", Caretaker starts looking over the paperwork.

"Uhm, okay", Whumpee looks down at their teddy bear and reaches for it.

"Actually, that bear would be useful as evidence", the detective glances at it, "if it came with you that is."

"You can't take the bear", Caretaker doesn't look up, "it's name is teddy, and they fought hard to keep it. You might be able to take a sample from it if Whumpee agrees, but that bear isn't leaving their hands."

"That's quite a problem though", the detective turns to Caretaker.

"You can't have it", Caretaker looks up, "it stays here... I'm their guardian, and that does mean their property as well. The bear stays here."

"Fine", the detective sighs, "I will take a sample from it."

Caretaker glances at Whumpee, who cuddles the bear tightly.

"Good luck", Caretaker raises a brow at the detective.

"Hair sample, finger nail, skin swab, finger prints, and saliva", the detective read over their checklist, "lastly, the bear."

Whumpee's grip tightens on the plush.

Caretaker looks up from the papers.

"Maybe you should communicate with Whumpee on what you're planning on doing to take a sample. The cold, somber detective isn't helping your case at all with comforting them."

"It's just a plush toy", the detective sighs in defeat.

"Maybe to you, but to Whumpee that plush got them through a lot. That is their friend, their comfort", Caretaker sits up, "you've already asked a lot from them, and now you want them to hand over their safety item, and trust you. I don't blame them for being a little nervous."

The detective turns to Whumpee, "if it will help speed up the process. Whumpee, all I'm going to do is take my little scissors here", the detective held up a tiny set of scissors, "and I'm going to cut a few bits of the fluff from the cloth for DNA. I'm not going to cut into the bear or anything."

Whumpee weakens their grip. A small sniffle escapes them as they shakingly hand over the bear.

"Thankyou", the detective sighs in relief.

"See a little communication goes a long way", Caretaker stacks the papers together neatly, "I guess I'm happy I didn't clean the bear yet. I was going to the other day, but didn't. Oh, do you want the clothes they came in. I have some new clothes for them, their clothes were really worn out."

"That would be great", the detective nods, "lastly, I just need to see the space they are staying at."

"Right now, this has been their area. I have a bedroom I'm getting ready right now, it just has fresh paint on the wall that's drying. Whumpee says they are happy wherever. Plus I didn't get a heads up that I was getting them", Caretaker smiles as Whumpee happily cuddles their bear, "I can show you the room."

"Yes, I'll just take a look, then be out of your hair", the detective finally smiled.

Caretaker came back in after the detective left.

"Let's trim the rest of your nails", Caretaker knelt down, "I noticed last night and again earlier that they were longer. That may make you comfortable."

"My master had plans of amputation in order", Whumpee looked at their hands, "I was a little nervous about that. I'm glad you don't want that."

"Amputation?", Caretaker tried not to let their voice shake, "maybe it was a blessing that you ended up on my porch instead."

Whumpee nodded, "I think so, I'm sure you're a better cook. So yes, definitely a blessing."

"Not just for that reason", Caretaker's thoughts haunted them, "I'm afraid to know anything else that would have happened to you."

"I didn't know much else about my master", Whumpee whispered, "I'm starting to wonder if I was even going to get my cuddles from them."

"Speaking of cuddles, we might try that later today jf you're up to it", Caretaker turned, "let's get your nails trimmed."

"Hey Whumpee, come here please", Caretaker smiled, "a package came for you."

"A package.... for me?", Whumpee hurried, "I-I didn't know I was getting a present."

"You have a few presents coming actually", Caretaker grinned sheepishly, "I may have over done it a little with shopping. But you deserve some nice things so... here is the start of those packages."

Whumpee looked at the box timidly as Caretaker opened it.

"These will go on your bed.... once it gets here", Caretaker pulls out a package of bed sheets, "and a brand new blanket of your own."

"Wow", Whumpee's eye grew, "it looks so soft.... and the sheets. This is all for me?"

"Yes, I just wanted you to have a few nice things. You deserve to have comfort after what you went through, and for being so brave", Caretaker started opening the blanket, "I have no idea what I'm doing with you, but I plan on doing my best to take care of you. Hence, why you are going to be a little spoiled. Though I want to remind you, I don't consider you to be a pet."

"I understand", Whumpee nods, as they watch the blanket unwrap, "it's so big, and looks so soft."

"The better to wrap you with", Caretaker stands.

"Wrap?"

Caretaker nods, "come here."

Whumpee cocks their head to the side in confusion as Caretaker lays the blanket on the floor.

"Lay down right here", Caretaker points.

Whumpee grabs their bear and scurries to the spot.

"Good job, just like that", Caretaker grins, "now hold on."

Caretaker rolls Whumpee once, then twice.

Whumpee looks up at Caretaker with excited eyes.

"Is that fun?", Caretaker chuckles.

Whumpee quickly nods and giggles as Caretaker rolls them again.

"Alright, Whumpee in a blanket", Caretaker stands and takes a deep breath.

"Thankyou for this blanket master- uhm Caretaker. It's so comfy", Whumpee peaks out from a fold.

"I'm glad", Caretaker reaches for something, "I'll be back in a few minutes. I think you'll like this part."

Whumpee wiggles happily to get comfy. 'It would be easy to fall asleep right here', they thought.

Suddenly, and to their surprise, they are being lifted and carried.

"You got a little sleepy", Caretaker sits down and situates Whumpee, so they lay down comfortably in Caretaker's lap and across the couch.

"Wait, are you... are you going to cuddle me?", Whumpee excitedly asks.

"Yes, at least try too", Caretaker lifts Whumpee up to lay their head on Caretaker's chest, "is that alright?"

"Yes, please", Whumpee's eyes sparkle.

Lastly, Caretaker wraps their arms around Whumpee and hugs them.

"Comfy?", Caretaker looks down.

"Yhhmm", Whumpee moans contentedly, their cheek against Caretaker's chest.

"Good", Caretaker rubs along Whumpee's head, "go ahead and relax. I know you have been very stressed. Take this time to rest. You are safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Whumpee slowly blinks, "thankyou, this is what I was wanting."

"And I'm glad to give you it", Caretaker patted Whumpee's head, "we can do this every day if you like. Unless I'm at work, of course."

Whumpee nods, "I would like that."

Caretaker heard a small snore come from the blankets.

"Did you fall asleep?", Caretaker whispered and tried to look.

Whumpee has a sleepy grin with their eyes closed.

"You did", Caretaker smiles.

Caretaker, as gentle as possible, moved to get out from under Whumpee.

Whumpee shifted slightly with the motion but fell back to a peaceful sleep.

Caretaker sat down on the floor and continued rubbing Whumpee's head for a few minutes.

"I'm going to go make dinner", Caretaker whispered lowly, "I'll wake you up when it's done."

Whumpee stretched out and curled up tightly on the couch.

"You poor dear. I don't know if you realize just how close you were", Caretaker feels a tear come to their eye, "I don't even want to say it out loud. Your fate, I can't even imagine. It's only been a few days, but I've already fallen in love with you."

Whumpee sleepily opened their eyes, "wh... matter."

"Nothing dear, I'm going to make dinner, I'll wake you when it's ready", Caretaker moved the blanket slightly.

"Mmm, okay", Whumpee yawned and closed their eyes, "thankyou Caretaker."

"You're welcome", Caretaker smiled and rubbed a gentle finger on Whumpee's cheek, "I've got you", Caretaker whispers a promise, "you're safe."

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