It wasn't an enjoyable feeling every time I was passing by those filthy criminals while they were shouting in their cells.
It had been three months, and it was still a pain to hear every time their perverted and dirty thoughts.
"Sweetheart, how much your mouth can take?"
"Come on, baby. Can you come here? Just a short and quick fuck."
"Ah, I would fuck your virgin ass day and night."
"Your little and tight hole should feel nice."
"Can I lick your nipple? "
I carefully covered my ears as I walked briskly toward Jungkook's cell, the echo of my footsteps filling the silence of the dimly lit corridor. The remnants of our morning encounter replayed vividly, a haunting reminder of the boundaries I swore never to cross again. My heart ached for myself and the real Jungkook, who seemed warm and kind beneath the shadow of his torment. I desperately yearned to help him, but the path forward was uncertain.
*Flashback*
Mingyu's voice resonated in my thoughts as I replayed our conversation. "We chose you because your professor, Doctor Namjoon, holds you in high regard. Your academic performance has been exemplary, and he spoke highly of your character."
His following words carried a weight that felt almost suffocating. "When we reviewed your application, there was no hesitation in our decision. Namjoon has high expectations for you, and we urgently need someone dependable with the mental fortitude to assist us with Jungkook. As a medicine student, you're already a step ahead in navigating our complexities. Your background in psychology is a tremendous asset. We need you to observe Jungkook's personality disorder. Despite our attempts to reach him and combat the monstrous side that plagues him, we haven't seen any meaningful change."
I remembered the look of concern in his eyes as he continued. "Jungkook has confided in us that he occasionally hears voices and experiences troubling thoughts. This terror he faces results in frequent distress and agitation, at times leading to aggressive outbursts. The medication we've administered has calmed him and facilitated sleep, but we must also mitigate the risk he poses to himself and others."
I felt my heart clench at the thought of him suffering. "But we're discussing the use of an antipsychotic here. It carries significant side effects-restlessness, tremors, potential heart issues, and fever. The current dosage exceeds the recommended limit."
Mingyu smiled at my response, his eyes lighting up with appreciation. "Smart observation," he remarked. "You are correct. However, we're developing something new-something lethal designed to eradicate his darker tendencies. When the time is right, you will be responsible for administering it, but only when Jungkook's true dark side surfaces."
Mingyu paused, making sure I understood the gravity of the task ahead. "To do this, you must win his trust. Approach him, engage with him, and even manipulate his emotions if necessary. It's crucial for achieving our goal. Remember, this is for his well-being."
As those ominous instructions echoed in my mind, I steeled myself. Today marked the first day of this precarious journey.
With a heavy heart, I clutched my bag tightly, every step closer to Jungkook's cell feeling like a weight upon my chest. The air was thick with anticipation as night enveloped the facility. He was sleeping soundly, his features softened under the pale moonlight. A small smile tugged at my lips as I watched him, his white pillow cradled in his arms, exuding an innocent charm that disarmed me.
I couldn't deny it; this endearing side of him pierced through my defenses, wrapping around my heart. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and shut it quietly behind me. The doctor's words echoed hauntingly in my thoughts, the reminder of the security camera lurking above me providing little comfort. "If anything goes awry, the guards will respond immediately. Just focus on doing your job. It's all part of helping a lost soul."
With determination coursing through my veins, I approached where Jungkook lay peacefully, my heart racing as I climbed into his bed, careful not to wake him. Gently, I took his head and placed it on my lap, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me at the tender intimacy of the moment. As I ran my fingers softly through his tousled hair, a sense of sorrow washed over me, amplifying with every thought of the doctor's ominous final comments.
"Because you're a student, I realize you'll need days off. During those times, Naeun will take your place."
The idea stirred something profound within me that I couldn't quite identify-a pang of jealousy mixed with protectiveness. I found myself frowning at the thought. It was absurd, but I wanted to keep him all to myself as I didn't have trust in anyone else.
Sighing, I chided myself internally. *Come on, Y/N. You're talking about a sick individual, a criminal.* The gravity of his past weighed heavily on my conscience, the stark reality that he had taken the lives of his family in cold blood nagging at me. He was undeniably dangerous even if he hadn't been in his right mind.
As if sensing the turmoil swirling inside me, Jungkook stirred, his warm body moving closer to mine. My pulse quickened as his arms wrapped around my waist in a silent plea for warmth, instinctively seeking solace in my presence. I felt his body tremble for a moment before he buried his face into my stomach, and without thinking, I leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. In that moment, the boundaries of our worlds blurred, leaving behind the chilling reality of our circumstances.