As soon as I walked through the large gates of the prison, a wave of anxiety hit me, leaving me momentarily breathless. I had rushed there from the university, my heart racing with adrenaline and dread. Usually, the walk would take me about thirty minutes, a stroll filled with my thoughts and daydreams. But today, urgency pushed me to cover that distance in ten frantic minutes.
The call I received from Jin, the prison director, had been brief but chilling. His voice was tense, carrying a weight that made shivers run down my spine. "You need to come immediately," he had insisted, barely able to hide his panic. He didn't give me any details, leaving me in a fog of worry and uncertainty, my mind racing with terrifying possibilities about what might have happened while I was away.
As I walked down the bright, sterile hallway toward Mingyu's office, the flickering fluorescent lights overhead only added to the unsettling atmosphere of the prison. When I reached the heavy wooden door, its surface scarred from years of use, my hand trembled slightly as I went for the handle; a sense of dread settled on my chest.
When I pushed the door open, it creaked loudly, announcing my arrival. My eyes fell on a shocking scene. Everything else faded into the background. Sitting in a cold steel chair was Jungkook. He was handcuffed and looked utterly lost, a shadow of the boy I once knew.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat, my heart dropping into my stomach. His hands, pale against the stark color of his skin, were chillingly stained with bright red blood. The damning evidence was clear, an accusation that couldn't be ignored.
He… was a monster, after all.
As the truth hit me, I felt a heavy weight settle in my chest. I had made a grave mistake. The image he projected was misleading. The boy standing before me, with that unsettling grin, was not the kind-hearted individual I had once thought he was.
"Just who I needed to see," he chirped, his smile spreading wider as I hesitantly approached. Mingyu and Jin were nearby, their expressions unreadable, but Jimin stood close behind Jungkook's chair, glaring at him with eyes full of anger as if he could burn a hole through him with just a look.
"What happened?" I managed to ask, though my voice was weak and barely above a whisper. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and the knot in my stomach tightened painfully.
"Come on, everyone. What did I do? It's not like I killed anyone. Why the scary faces? I just taught him a lesson he won't forget," Jungkook laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers through me. How could he find joy in this? How could he take pleasure in the pain he had caused? It felt surreal and disturbing to witness his enjoyment of such cruelty.
"He stabbed Taehyung," Jin said as I sat down next to him, facing Jungkook directly. The weight of those words struck me like lightning, echoing in my mind. "Thank goodness he wasn't fatally injured, but we had to call an ambulance."
Taehyung? My heart raced at the mention of his name, and panic surged through me.
"And why would you do something like that?" I asked, genuinely curious as I looked at Jungkook. He had a sweet smile that unexpectedly sent a chill down my spine. My body reacted without thinking, shivering a bit under the weight of his intense gaze, which felt like it was seeing right through me.
Jungkook leaned in a little closer, the warm lights of the room creating a cozy feel around us. But then his smile faded, turning serious and almost teasing. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just kissed me instead of asking about that weird little rat?" he said, his voice playful and confident.
His unexpected comment left me speechless, and I felt my heart race. I glanced at Mingyu, who looked just as shocked, his eyes wide as he met my gaze. It felt like time had stopped momentarily, and the air was tense.
"And why would I do that?" I shot back, my brow furrowing as we locked eyes again. There was a spark between us, a mix of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to attraction.
"Because you are my baby, of course," Jungkook replied, surprisingly earnest. Each of his words struck a chord, sparking a warmth in my chest that left me momentarily speechless.
I thought his baby was Naeun. Wasn't she the one he fucked for more than 30 minutes?
"Since when did I become your baby, Jungkook? Did I make you think that way?" This time, my voice came out as a whisper, forgetting that we weren't alone and three other people were witnessing our discussion.
"Since I claimed you as my own, of course." Jungkook eyes darkened as he stared at me from across the table.
"Now, can you stop asking me these stupid questions and come here already?
I want to hold you in my arms."
He raised his handcuffed arms, inviting me in. My eyes fixed on his bloody hands.
"What is it? Are you afraid? But it's only blood." Jungkook mocked me, then, to my horror, he licked his bloody forefinger before giving it a quick suck.
After doing it, he had an innocent face, as if it were normal. That gave me chills.
***
For what felt like two endless hours, Jungkook sat there, looking utterly unbothered by nervous questions and worried glances. You had been hoping he would eventually open up and share what was troubling him, hoping it would help everyone understand why he was acting so strangely. Instead, he stayed silent, only giving you the occasional playful smile or cheeky wink as if he found the situation amusing. But when it came to everyone else—especially Jin and Mingyu—he was cold and distant, making it clear that he was bored.
Whenever they asked him something, Jungkook exaggeratedly rolled his eyes and loudly yawned as if he were mocking them. It didn't take long for Jin and Mingyu to look defeated, their efforts to engage him fading away as they shared frustrated looks and eventually gave up.
You were hit by a wave of disappointment mixed with a deep sense of worry that made your heart race. A feeling of disgust twisted in your stomach, growing stronger with every second that passed. The young man before you was starting to feel like someone you couldn't help but resent.
Jungkook noticed the turmoil on your face; how you felt was clear. But he remained unfazed, brushing off your emotions as if they didn't matter. He lived on his terms and didn't care how his behavior affected anyone else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the silence with a casual question aimed at you. "Y/N, aren't you bored?" It was a simple question, but it carried an unspoken challenge that sent a chill through you.
"You have something on your mind?" you shot back, surprised that he had decided to speak after being quiet for so long.
"Yes. How about letting yourself fucked by me already? " Jungkook smirked.
Your whole face was burning in embarrassment. You could feel each of them looking your way, but your eyes were stuck on Jungkook.
He was testing your patience. He was doing it deliberately, and you couldn't understand why. It was like he was provoking you.
You swallowed hard. You wanted... no... needed so bad to go over there and kick his ass, but you didn't do it. Instead, you bit your lower lip this way, drawing his attention to your mouth. Then you licked your lips before smiling sweetly at him. And yes, you had this strong effect on his body. You saw it. Jungkook had to admit it. His hands instantly went down and grabbed the front of his pants.
"What makes you think you can satisfy me?" You innocently asked.
"Oh, baby, trust me. I am sure I can." His eyes were wild, his head tilted slightly, and he was defiantly looking at you.
You glared at the boy in front of you. He started to laugh as he began to unzip his pants slowly under your shocked expressions.
"Should we begin? You must want it. Everyone around here is thirsty for it."
It was the first time you indeed saw Jungkook for the complex person he was. The image of the boy you once admired, with his gentle smile and warm laughter, felt like a distant memory. Instead, before you stood a figure that sent shivers down your spine—a dark manifestation of his inner turmoil, a stark contrast to the innocence you remembered. You were taken aback, your heart racing as you desperately searched for that sweet boy inside this monstrous façade, but all your efforts were in vain. There was no trace of him to be found.
"What is it, Y/N? Do you not like what you see?" Jungkook's voice dripped with sarcasm, laced with a bitterness that cut through the air. He leaned forward, the dim light casting shadows across his features, creating an ominous aura around him. His elbows rested against the desk, fingers intertwining and propping up his chin as if he were savoring your discomfort. "It might have been better if you had injected me with that mighty serum. Everything would be over; this way, you could rid yourself of a little me."
His eyes were piercing, and in those moments, he felt a strange connection to the other Jungkook—the one who knew about hour plans. He was aware of the internal battle within him; every time he appeared, fragments of the other's emotions and experiences lingered in his mind. In that twisted awareness, he comprehended why you were there: to erase him, to make him vanish like a bad dream. And with that realization came a resentment that bubbled beneath the surface—a disappointment that stung because he had genuinely liked you.
You had to admit it; seeing him now was utterly unnerving. With his wild gaze and the eerie grin that danced on his lips, he looked utterly and hopelessly insane. The boy who you thought you knew was now a mere shadow, and you felt a mix of fear and sorrow at the transformation that had taken place.
You felt Jin at the edge of losing his composure, his hands clenching in his lap as he glared in Jungkook's direction.
"I hope you will stop screwing around with my niece, you freak. Or I swear that you will be thrown in your cell without food or water for a week.
Jungkook smirked at that.
" It's not my fault that Naeun is a bitch in heat."
You started to understand why Naeun was still working at the office despite the ongoing scandal. The reason was that she was the director's niece, which gave her some special privileges that others wouldn't have in her situation. Rumors about her involvement with Jungkook spread quickly among the staff, with everyone sharing shocked whispers about the situation.
It was hard to believe how Naeun managed to walk around the office confidently every day, especially after everything that had happened. If you were in her position, you likely would have felt overwhelmed and broken by the whole ordeal.
As you looked at Jin, you could see that he was just as surprised as you were. It was obvious he was trying to deal with the awkwardness of the situation, caught between the ridiculous gossip and the reality of their relationship. The tension in the room was thick as everyone tried to navigate the uncomfortable atmosphere that had settled in the workplace.
Jimin suddenly tightened his grip around Jungkook's arms, his fingers digging into his skin as he held him in place, forcing him to remain still. The urgency in Jimin's demeanor was palpable as he glared at Jungkook, who seemed dazed and bewildered by the situation unfolding around him. Meanwhile, Mingyu was preparing the syringe with careful precision, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"This is just a temporary measure to calm him down. Don't worry. " Mingyu felt the need to reassure you.
Mingyu looked at you intently, his eyes revealing both curiosity and concern. You felt a mix of confusion and unease, especially with the sharpness of his words hanging heavily in the air. An unsettling flutter stirred in your stomach, causing your heart to race unexpectedly. The idea of giving the new medicine to Jungkook loomed over you like a dark cloud, and for a brief moment, a chill of fear ran through you.
In the other corner of the room, Jungkook lay restrained, Jimin holding his wrists more tightly than needed. Despite this, Jungkook didn't pull away; instead, he maintained a calm expression, his gaze riveted on you. Inside, however, he was battling a storm of emotions, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest—a feeling he hated. It was strange and uncomfortable, a reminder of a vulnerability he wasn't ready to accept.
"Why are they treating me this way?" he thought with frustration. Each intense look from the others made him feel more like a trapped animal than a person. After all, I hadn't killed anyone. The label of "monster" was a painful burden, like a thousand tiny needles. Was it so wrong to have a little fun? He was bored as fuck.
He smirked at you. He had to admit it... he wanted you. But he was sure you were like the rest of them and nothing more.
***
In a dim and quiet cell, Jungkook lay sound asleep, wrapped in a thin, worn-out blanket. You sat on the edge of his small bed, feeling a mix of emotions as you watched him. The room was silent except for the gentle sounds of his breathing. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, worry, and a lingering affection for him. It was hard to think about getting closer after everything he had done.
Out of nowhere, as he dreamed, Jungkook stirred. He reached for you, pulling you in closer as he shifted in his sleep. A pained look crossed his face, and he mumbled, "I am so sorry. Don't hate me," his voice filled with emotion and trembling slightly.
Seeing him like this made your heart ache. You instinctively began to run your fingers through his soft, messy hair. This simple act felt so tender and genuine that it broke down your barriers. You couldn't ignore the warmth that spread through you as he leaned into your touch, seeking comfort even while asleep. But a darker part of you reminded you of the fear you felt during waking hours, the anger and doubt that stood between you and your desire to understand him better.
Meanwhile, in contrast, Taehyung sat in a bright hospital room, a satisfied smile on his face. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a cold glow, but they couldn't dim the mischief in his eyes.
"Well… not exactly what I planned," he thought to himself, "but this turned out even better."
What you didn't know was that Taehyung had set all this in motion. He had intentionally pushed Jungkook, knowing it would create a chain of events like this. He believed this strategy would change how you viewed Jungkook, making you see him through a lens of fear and resentment. Taehyung was convinced that instead of growing closer, you would start to hate Jungkook, and any trust you had would vanish amidst your worries.
Taehyung was consumed by a desire to take you away from Jungkook. It wasn't just a simple crush; his feelings ran deeper, intertwined with a thirst for revenge that simmered beneath the surface. He had once loved a girl completely, pouring his heart into their relationship, only to have Jungkook betray him in the most despicable way possible.
In a calculated act of cruelty, Jungkook had slept with Taehyung's ex-girlfriend, an act that felt like a knife to Taehyung's already wounded heart.
The image replayed like a haunting film, Jungkook's confident smirk as he drew closer to her, the way he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, making her giggle and sigh with pleasure. Taehyung felt his anger simmering just beneath the surface when, with an audacious wink, Jungkook acknowledged the camera, fully aware that Taehyung was watching his every move as she moaned his name, lost in the throes of passion. It was a calculated display of arrogance, one that shattered Taehyung's heart.