"Hi." The word slipped into the air, echoed softly around me, as if it had been carried on a gentle breeze. I turned slowly, my heart racing with the sudden intrusion of the unknown. My eyes met a pair of striking blue ones that sparkled with an intensity that held my attention captive. Each eye seemed to be exploring my thoughts, searching for something deeper, accompanied by a hint of curiosity that made me wonder what story lay behind them.
"Hi." A smile crept onto my face, almost instinctively, as I met the boy standing before me. His dark, tousled black hair framed his face with a boyish charm, lending him an unassuming air that contrasted with the magnetic pull he exuded. This was the first time I had ever seen him, and an instinctive urge took hold of me to assess him, to unravel the enigma he represented. His crisp, white coat over a simple black shirt painted a picture in my mind. Was he perhaps a doctor or maybe some medical professional? The confidence with which he carried himself suggested an authority that reinforced my theory. He could very well be the doctor of this place, I thought.
"My name is Kim Mingyu," he introduced, his name rolling off his tongue with a natural fluidity. There was a warmth in his voice-rich and inviting-that immediately wrapped around me like a soft blanket, easing the tension I hadn't realized had been coiling tightly within me. In that fleeting moment of introduction, I felt a peculiar connection forming, which both intrigued and confused me.
Yet, just like that, a wave of frustration surged through me. "Great... Another Kim," I thought bitterly, my mind involuntarily drifting to the thought of that obnoxious guy, Taehyung. His antics were a perpetual thorn in my side, and I couldn't fathom why fate would throw me another reminder of his existence at such an inopportune moment.
I inhaled deeply, conscious of my irritation and determined to mask it. "I am Y/N. Can I help you with something?" I asked, forcing a small smile to dance upon my lips even as the unsettling feeling persisted, as though something about this Kim was decidedly different.
He returned my smile, and it was captivating in its own right. There was such warmth in his expression that it transformed my annoyance into genuine curiosity, almost as if he held the power to shift the very atmosphere between us. His eyes sparkled brightly, their intensity suggesting an inner light, and as they locked onto mine, a strange pull ensnared me, urging me to let my guard down.
With each passing moment, I became increasingly mesmerized by him. His charm ignited a fluttering sensation in my chest, sending my thoughts into a whirlwind of confusion. All my defenses crumbled like so much brittle glass, and in an instant, I felt like an obedient little puppy-eager to please and ready to follow wherever this unexpected encounter might lead.
"Yes, I need to speak with you about Jungkook. I am his doctor and the psychotherapist here. Could you please come with me?" he said, the formality of his words crashing into me like a wave, causing my smile to vanish instantly, replaced by an uneasy knot of dread that settled heavily in my stomach. Silently nodding, I felt the weight of his words pressing down as I followed him down the quiet, sterile hallway, the soft click of his shoes reverberating off the pristine walls.
Upon entering his office, I was greeted by an atmosphere that starkly contrasted the tension that had enveloped us moments before. The room was adorned with calming paintings and plush furniture designed to soothe and reassure. Yet, as I stepped inside, the unease remained, shadowing me like a lingering ghost.
"So... what are your thoughts on Jungkook?" he inquired, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity evident in how his brow furrowed. "I was informed that you were late this morning. Was there something significant that occurred?"
When his question registered, a rush of emotions surged within me, swirling and crashing like unruly waves. What could I articulate to convey the turmoil Jungkook and I were both experiencing?
As I closed the door behind me, thoughts tumbled chaotically through my mind, recalling the events of that fateful morning. He pulled a chair across the room and gestured for me to sit. Reluctantly, I complied, my heartbeat quickening as he placed himself directly in front of me. He leaned in, the warmth radiating from his body almost magnetic, and I could feel the warmth of his breath brush against my skin, igniting an unsettling blend of nerves and anticipation.
"You can trust me, Y/N," he murmured, his voice enveloping me like a comforting blanket. "Anything you may say could help Jungkook." His long, delicate fingers reached out, caressing my cheek in a gesture that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. Though it was a simple touch, it felt intensely intimate, as if the world around us had faded into mere whispers.
As I gazed back at him, I noticed a change in his blue eyes-they deepened, shifting to a darker hue as he meticulously examined the contours of my face, his demeanor uncharacteristically serious. My cheeks flushed a vivid crimson under his scrutiny, the warmth radiating from my skin like a beacon.
But then something shifted, and an overwhelming intensity in his touch captivated me entirely. It was as if he had woven a spell around me, leaving my thoughts muddled and my body paralyzed. I sat there, entranced, unable to break free from the hypnotic aura he had created, trapped in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
And then, with a heavy and light heart, I opened up about everything that had transpired that morning.
Flashback
"It's alright," you reassured him, your voice soothing as you held him close. "I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you. I will protect you." You smiled gently, hoping to instill a sense of safety within him, but it seemed to have little effect despite your words. His body was hot and clammy, trembling against yours as you tenderly ran your fingers through his soft, messy hair, wishing for the simple action to provide him some comfort.
"You don't know me," you continued, your tone earnest as you tried to bridge the gap between fear and trust. "I know I'm just a stranger to you, but I am here to keep you safe, to ensure that nothing can hurt you." You could feel his heart racing, breath coming in desperate gasps as he clung to you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body as if you were his lifeline in a stormy sea.
The sight of him-so scared and utterly alone-tugged at your heart. You yearned to be more than just a passing figure in his life; you craved to be an anchor for him, a steadfast presence amidst the chaos he faced. The instinct to protect him surged within you, a deep desire to help him break free from the torment that held him captive. You wanted him to see you as someone reliable, someone he could trust with his fears and vulnerabilities. A part of you felt a profound connection, as if both of you were reaching out for solace in a world that felt so overwhelmingly harsh.
"You have a kind heart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he leaned in closer, resting his forehead gently on your shoulder. There was a vulnerability in his posture that tugged at your heartstrings. After silence, he added, "Just don't get misled by my appearance."
He wrapped his fingers around yours, tightening his grip with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine. With a strange mix of determination and desperation, he guided your hand-still clutching the syringe-towards the delicate skin of his neck. Your heart raced as he applied pressure, forcing the needle into his vein without leaving you the chance to back away.
As the sharp sting of the injection coursed through him, you felt a wave of emotion sweep over you. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, overwhelming you with a bittersweet cocktail of sorrow and helplessness. Your gaze locked with his, and in that moment, you saw not just fear but also a profound sadness radiating from him. It was as if he was silently pleading for deliverance from a pain you couldn't fully understand.
Before the drug could take effect, a flicker of mischief crossed his face, and your breath caught in your throat. His lips began twitching, curving upwards slowly into a smirk that contrasted sharply with the moment's gravity. It was a fleeting smile that held depths of emotion, leaving you even more unsettled.
You found yourself momentarily stunned, the air around you thick with tension as you took in the sight before you. The same piercing, cold gaze that first met yours was now focused intently on you, dissecting every inch of your body with an unsettling fervor. There was something predatory in his stare, as if he were a hawk inspecting its prey.
"Got you," he breathed, his warm breath brushing against your lips, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. Without warning, he seized the back of your head, drawing you closer as he pressed his mouth against yours. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, teasingly slow, kindling a fire deep within you. Then, with a gentle yet deliberate motion, he tugged at your lip ring with his teeth, the sensation electrifying and intimate, causing a shiver to ripple through your body.
"Just like I thought. Sweet."
His voice was low and sultry as he leaned close to whisper in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. A chill ran down your spine, and you felt like time had frozen. You stood there, paralyzed, as an unsettling feeling washed over you.
Everything surged around you in a whirlwind, moving too fast for your mind to comprehend. The sweet boy you had glimpsed just moments ago, with his soft smile and kind eyes, had been swiftly replaced by something darker. The once warm and inviting atmosphere now felt suffocating, charged with an energy that made your skin prickle.
You could sense his transformation-something had shifted within him, which was palpable. The mischievous glint in his eye had morphed into something predatory, sending chills creeping through your being. Your instincts screamed at you to run, to break free from his grasp, yet your body betrayed you; it remained tight and still beneath his lingering, sensual touch.
It was as if every fiber of your being recognized the change, the danger lurking beneath the surface. The air thickened with tension, and the warmth that had once enveloped you turned icy as the realization settled in-this was someone completely different. Someone you'd never expected.
Someone with an undeniable capacity for darkness.
The only thing you could do was close your eyes and silently pray for the drug to kick in swiftly, hoping for relief to wash over you like a gentle tide.
This time, he leaned in, his nose brushing softly against yours, the warmth of his breath grazing your lips as you stared deeply into each other's eyes, caught in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
"What is it?" he whispered, a teasing edge to his voice. "Are you afraid?"
His words danced in the air between you, filled with playful menace. "You better be... baby."
With a slight smirk, he bit his lip, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before closing the gap just enough to give you a quick, unexpected peck on the lips, sending a spark of electricity through your body and leaving you breathless.
Then he passed out.
End of flashback
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"Why was he brought here?" you pondered aloud, your thoughts swirling in confusion and concern. "No, wait. Why did he come here in the first place?" You turned your gaze to the doctor, searching for answers in his unyielding expression. His eyes reflected an understanding that eluded you, sending a shiver down your spine. With an urgent voice, you pressed further, "Do you know why he is so terrified of staying awake?" The weight of your questions hung in the air, thick with unanswered fears and unspoken truths.
"He came here after he burned his entire family."
"His mother was found with her neck slit open.
His father had multiple penetrating knife wounds in his chest.
His little sister was drowned.
Then, after he killed his entire family, he burned them and stayed to watch like the heartless monster he is."
Mingyu's gaze was fixed on you, his eyes betraying a tumult of emotions-concern, disbelief, and perhaps even a hint of sadness. You felt a weight pressing down on you as if his thoughts were palpable, swirling between you.
"He... was only 14 years old. How could someone that young possess such strength? It's beyond comprehension for a child to-" Your voice trailed off, grappling with the unimaginable.
Mingyu interrupted gently, his tone steady yet insistent. "It's not beyond possibility. When someone has multiple personalities, the rules we know are thrown out the window.
Jungkook wasn't the one who did commit that massacre. It was his other persona that took over. You see, Y/N, there are two distinct Jungkooks."
He paused, the gravity of his words hanging heavily in the air. You could hardly process what he was saying, the notion of duality swirling in your mind, challenging everything you thought you understood about Jungkook and the dark reality surrounding him.