Jungkook was crying.

Soft sniffles left past his mouth as he remained on the bed, hangs tied with chains instead and tears kept rushing down his eyes.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes close, feeling completely pathetic and useless. The memories invaded his mind like a bug and he couldn't get his mind off that event.

And he knew he could never get off either.

It was a complete nightmare.

A nightmare from where Jungkook wasn't able to wake up.

He remembers clearly how he was kidnapped and put into a cell, and he lost contact with the whole world- just like he was doing right now and in the jail cell, he met a beautiful girl with a pretty shade of pink hair, who was kidnapped as well- just like him. Lacey.

She told him that she had a cellphone from where they could contact somebody to get them out of there and they both agreed to it, but they wanted to wait for the perfect moment since the mafia boss was in some other country and they thought they could the police and arrest the leader, along with the whole gang.

They both were getting starved, beaten, and told that their stupid lame parents wouldn't even spend a single pound to save them, and that made both of them only hope for salvation...

And everything went smoothly- it really went. But one day everything fucked up. Fucked up really bad and that event still seemed surrealistic to Jungkook and his body still trembles when he thinks about it.

He blamed himself for it. He should have done something back then. He felt so fucking absurd, Jungkook wanted to hit his head somewhere and cry and scream until he didn't lose his voice and until his throat didn't become sore.

He- he witnessed Lacey getting raped and then getting murdered afterward, which everyone believed was suicide and god- Jungkook even recorded the whole thing in the cellphone, thinking he might provide this to the police and arrest boss since Lacey was the daughter of the president but that day simply didn't come when the leader found out Jungkook witnessed the scene.

And they started to chase after him instead. And god- Jungkook saw horror. The number of times he was at thr verge of getting killed and raped- and the only thing he could do back then was to run.

Run until his feet didn't bleed and his legs didn't give up. It was so painful... Very painful.

Jungkook wanted do die at an instant but he wanted to survive. He needed to give Lacey justice...

But how the fuck was he supposed to do that when the police were corrupted as well and sold themselves for money?!

That's why he moved into Seoul, still using Lacey's cellphone, hoping one day he might get the opportunity to put that man behind the bars.

But ironically, here Jungkook was, kidnapped once again and being forced to marry his son, what the fuck!

This is very fucked up... very much!

But what was Jungkook supposed to do now? He didn't know. His mind had stopped working.

Ky told him the wedding would be held at the weekend and god- Jungkook sniffed harder, letting out loud and painful sobs. He didn't want it...

Jungkook would rather die than marry that asshole.

But Jungkook didn't want to give up either... At some corner in his heart, he was sure Taehyung was looking for him... and not only Taehyung but his dear friends too, and Jungkook was sure of that.

He simply could not give up now, right? But- but how would they even find him anyway? Jungkook didn't know himself where he was found- and god. His- or rather, Lacey's cellphone- maybe if he had that, the others could have tracked Jungkook, right?

But God. It was nowhere at sight. And what was Jungkook supposed to do now? And Jesus- Jungkook was glad too that the cellphone wasn't here with him- it simply meant he probably had left it in his mansion and it was probably safely right there.

But fuck- Ky knew about it and what if he told his father about the clip? And that Jungkook had evidence of the whole thing recorded? Oh god, no, no, no- Jungkook couldn't let that happen.

It was the only thing that would prove Lacey was a strong girl and she did not fucking commit suicide but got killed instead! She wasn't as weak as people thought her to be. She was a fighter. She was Jungkook's strength- if it wasn't for her who always encouraged him, Jungkook highly doubts he would make out of there alive.

Holy fuck, Jungkook felt stupid. He didn't tell his parents and friends about it- then why the fuck did he tell Ky? The fuck.

I need to come with a plan of getting out of here as fast as possible...