Next day

5:58am

I entered the cell this time with a little more hope today. I now know my patients name, and from what the director has told me he will be completely sober this morning.

He lay there asleep on his bed, body still strapped

down to the bed like a dangerous animal.

Grabbing my chair I take a seat but this time being sure to not make a sound. I didn't wanna wake him. Instead I just wanted a few minutes to watch him sleep, study his face a little more, admire him.

I looked down at that line across the ground. What would actually happen if I crossed it? He's strapped down to a bed after all.

"Wow." I jump from the sudden deep voice that spoke, my eyes now witnessing an awake Jungkook.

"You look nothing like the last ones? No pencil skirt or blouse." He comments without moving a facial muscle.

"W-well this job happened a little quicker then I had expected so I haven't had time to buy any work attire" I tell him before adjusting the hem of my jeans.

"Don't. It has been a while since I've seen anyone dressed casually around here" he says before turning his head back up to the ceiling, eyes shutting. "So tell me. Would you like to have it up the pussy or ass?"

"I'm sorry?" I feel my cheeks flush with heat after he said that and my heart beat quickens when he smirks. "I can still get hard under here. You'll just have to help me out of these chains and then I'll be ready to make your moans echo throughout this cell."

"I don't think thats an appropriate thing to say Mr Jeon"

"Aha Mr" he chuckles before licking his lips and biting.

"Would you rather me call you by name?"

"I don't care what you call me."

"Then I'll go by your name, Jungkook."

"As you wish." he turns to look at me, those dark brown eyes sparkling with some form of...

Excitement.

It makes me shiver in my seat, but I do my best to stay composed despite the constant thumping of my heart reminding of the fact that I am indeed a blushing mess.

"Gotta say seeing you blush like that just makes me wanna drag you out of that chair and fuck you senseless against those bars" he spits, and I'm a little shocked to see him bite his li, almost like he was trying to imagine the erotic scene in his head.

"Jungkook i'd appreciate if—."

"I got such an erection yesterday after you left, seeing your tight little ass in those skinny jeans made my body ache. All the other therapists dressed like lawyers, so dull and boring."

"I'm not a therapist. I'm a psychiatrist, and I'm here to help you with your mental illness" I say before flipping through the boys file. "It says you suffer from Bipolar disorder along with extreme levels of paranoia which tends to lead to...nightmares."

"I don't suffer from anything except boredom in this place." He scoffs.

Tracing my finger down the page I discover a list of other mental disorders.

"It says you're also schizophrenic." I add. This is one of the disorders I was taught about in my psychology class, how a person can act without thinking clearly. Everyone's symptoms are different, but the majority of people never seem to remember certain things they do.

"So I have a question."

"Oh great"

I lightly smile at his sarcasm before preparing myself for the first question. "Do you remember the murders you committed?"

"Do you shower long?" he turns to look at me.

"Pardon?" I furrow my brows in confusion.

"Answer the question my dear." He says, before slowly curving his lips to expose both rows of his perfect white teeth.

"Erm. I guess."

"Then you live alone" he smirks.

"You guessed that due to my shower habits?"

"I did. Studies have proven that people who shower long do so to subconsciously ward off feelings of loneliness or social isolation." He grins proudly to himself before looking back up at the ceiling. "And with that newly found information, i take it that you have no friends?"

"The point of these sessions are for me to learn more about you." I protest.

He shrugs his lip and slowly nods. "Fair enough. Well I'll make it simple for you."

My heart stops when he suddenly shoots his head to face me, his eyes dark as a sickening grin spreads on his lips. "I'm the disgustingly sick bastard who killed 4 people, one of them I raped, and one of them I tortured to death whilst listening to his screams. His sweet sweet screams that played like music to my ears, and I listened to him as he told me all about his daughter to which he loved dearly. I loved not caring about her or how she would feel knowing her sweet little daddy was hurting."

I swallow hard, and do my best to come across un phased by all of that but it's pretty hard.

Yesterday I thought of this boy as sweet and innocent. And now. It's like he's a completely different person. Like a demon has possessed his body.

"And wanna know something Y/n?" he breathes heavily before biting his lip. "I could touch myself so easily to the thought of killing you. To the thought of choking your delicate little neck until you gasped your last breath beneath me shaking until you blacked out."

"...is that true?" I ask him. He goes silent for a moment which turns me to feel on edge, a part of me wanting to get up and leave but I stay. This session has only just begun I can't run away now, I can't let him scare me so easily, a good psychiatrist wouldn't be scared already.

"Tell me about your childhood." I speak, but he can tell still i'm shaken from the words he just spoke. It's all in the sound of my trembling voice. It brings him joy for some reason. Like my fear turns him on.

"T-tell me Jungkook. What do you remember about your childhood?"

"My childhood was spent in a cell. Read your fucking file you dumb bitch."

"Before you came here I mean. Before you were 14."

Rolling his eyes the boy goes back to facing the ceiling. "There will be a 6th girl by the end of this week. I'll make sure of it. You won't be here long."

"Soon you will be just like the rest of them."

"What does that mean?" I question.

"Leave."

"Our session isn't over yet—."

"Leave before I break free from these restraints and smash your pretty little brains against this wall."

"You can't reach me Jungkook. You're tied down to a bed with a straight jacket on. And even if you tried to get to me the security guard outside would inject you with the drug."

Surprisingly he grins. "You sound angry with me."

"Well you assume I'm weak. I can tell from how you talk down to me."

"But you should know Jungkook I'm a very intelligent girl. That's why I was hired here, it's why I've been trusted to talk with you alone and it's also why I will not let you play your little mind tricks on me."

The boys eyes widen when he hears my chair scrape across the ground, and I plonk it less then a meter away from his bed before sitting down, my self leaning close to him before I click my pen ready to take notes. "Now. If I remember I think you were just about to tell me about your childhood."

Lunch

"Wow. You actually got him to talk then??" Jimin looks at me shocked.

"Barely. I still know nothing about him before he came here."

"But you got words out of him, that's a start"

Shrugging my shoulders I start to stir my hot chocolate. I still feels like another worthless session. 2 hours I was in there with him and towards the end he just stopped talking all together, no death threats, no sexual remarks, just pure silence.

It was frustrating. My second day on the job wasn't looking any better then the first. My father always told me I'd be a good psychiatrist one day, said I had a way with the odd ones, that I could make them feel normal and open up to me but maybe he was wrong.

"Hey. Don't do that already"

"Do what?" I ask without looking away from my hot chocolate.

"Doubt yourself. It's only your second day and let's face it, you haven't signed up for an easy job."

"I just don't wanna be like the rest of them Jimin."

"Rest of who?"

"Those women who had my job before me. They all quit and I promised my dad I would never—."

"Wait Y/n. None of those girls quit." Jimins expression tells me the real reason is more concerning then I thought. "Has no one told you what happened?"

"No."

"They all became obsessed with him, started to grow this pure want and hunger to see him out of his straight jacket. The woman before you, she was twice his age, had been working as a psychiatrist for over 20 years and he broke her. She was caught on the security cameras having rough sex with him."

My eyes widen from shock. "H-how did things even get that far?"

"Well have you seen him?" The boy chuckles before suddenly realising what he just said. I watch as his face becomes flustered before he hurries to stuff his mouth with his sandwich.

So that's what he thinks? That I'm gonna be like the rest of them and just give myself to him?

1:02pm

"Y/n you really shouldn't see him twice in the day he doesn't like to be bothered—."

Ignoring Jimin I close the gate, the clashing of the steal bars echoing throughout the cell. "Jungkook" I breathe out but the boy doesn't turn away from the wall, not until he does a slow rotation of his neck and stretches his arms out.

When he finally turns round I see the leather collar around his neck which is chained to the wall. "What do you want now?" He already seems irritated by my presence.

"To tell you you're wrong. This job is important to me, more important than the idea of sleeping with you. And if it ever comes across that I'm starting to truly care about you, just know it's only because you're my patient and your well being is my concern. I'm not gonna be like those other women, I'm here to stay and treat you, care for you and help you improve your mental health. I'm gonna make my dad proud no matter what and stick at this job because I know I can be a good psychiatrist." I finally stop to take a breath.

Tilting his head, Jungkook narrows his eyes at me. "I've really gotten under your skin haven't I? Oh I can tell we're gonna have fun baby girl."

"No." I cross my arms. "I'm too strong to let that happen."

"Really?" He asks before shrugging his lip, nodding. "Alright. Then prove it. Prove how strong intelligent little Y/n is."

I'm confused when the boy start to walk forward, stopping just before the chain would tug him back, leaving him less then a foot away from the divider line on the concrete floor.

"I'm not allowed to cross over onto your side Jungkook."

"Yeah well something tells me you aren't one for always sticking to the rules" he smirks. "Otherwise you wouldn't have crossed it yesterday, and you wouldn't have come in here when you know for a fact you're not supposed to visit me twice in a day."

"After all. These sessions don't put me in the best of moods and I'm sure you heard about what happened the last time I lost my temper."

"You're chained to a wall Jungkook."

"Yes but look."

My heart rate stops when I look down, seeing that the tips of my shoes were touching the centre of the line. Everything freezes, my breathing starts to quicken as I slowly let my eyes travel back up to his smirking face.

And then I'm suddenly yanked back, Jimins arms now wrapped tightly around me just before Jungkook swings to snatch me, our bodies hitting the steal bars with force.

"Come on Y/n you need to get out of here!" Jimin says before pulling me towards the door, but my eyes remain on Jungkook the whole time, seeing him smiling with a sickly evil look on his face.

APoV

Watching Y/n and Jimin practically race out of there in fear was such a beautiful scene to Jungkook. Seeing her petrified excited him. Made him feel powerful.

Stepping backwards he leans back against the wall, gripping onto the rock hard bulge that had formed in his pants, his face becoming all hot as he replays her expression in his head.

Next day

Y/n PoV

How come he doesn't get a window in his cell like the other prisoners?

And he doesn't get to go outside for fresh air or even the chance to stretch his legs, feel the sunlight on his skin, morning breeze through his hair. There are men in this prison who have murdered over 50 people, serial killers, countless numbers of them and yet he's the one locked up in the dark away from everyone else.

All because he's mentally ill? That's a good enough reason. And besides do they seriously think confining him to a life of isolation is gonna help with that?

I ignore the questions that had been picking at my brain all morning and continue down the hallway, my feet not helping me move quick enough to avoid the cat calls and wolf whistles from the cells I cross along the way.

"Damn id take my time when fucking her virgin ass"

"Look at those legs. Like a young Jennifer Beals."

"Hey come over here kitten I'll get those knickers off you within a second."

Finally I reach Jungkooks cell where Jimin was waiting outside for me.

"You seem confident?" He lightly smiles, but I can still see the worry lingering in his eyes. He's so sweet, but just once I wish someone would have confidence in me. I can handle Jeon Jungkook.

"I stayed up all last night studying his case files." I sigh before patting the folder in my hands.

"They let you take those home?" Jimin looks at

"Nope. In fact they don't even know I took them" I smile. No one was giving me any information on Jungkook so I just did a little digging of my own, persuaded one of the guards to give me the keys to the directors office and found and took Jungkooks file home with me.

If I'm to do my job right, I need to know more about his background.

"Be careful Y/n." Jimin stops me just as I was about to go inside. "You we're lucky I sensed something was wrong and went to check on you yesterday. We both know Jungkook would have killed you if he got the chance. Don't let your guard down again."

"I know. Believe me I'm aware of what could have happened."

Stepping inside the cell I'm disappointed to see Jungkook strapped down to his bed again, straight jacket tightly secured so that he couldn't even move his arms.

"It's not right that you're kept in these conditions"

I mutter in what I thought was a quiet voice, but he awakens, eyes fluttering open before looking over at me. "Morning" I say before grabbing my chair and taking a seat. "I hope you're in a better mood then yesterday?"

Nothing.

"I thought we could finally talk about your childhood, I've recently discovered that you were an orphan from the age of 4."

Still no reply.

Somethings not right? He's got that emotionless look in his eyes again, just like the first time I met him.

Wait.

"Jungkook?" I tilt my head at him. He hasn't blinked yet, in fact he hasn't stopped looking at me since I sat down.

Carefully I get up from my chair and cross over onto his side of the room. I hesitantly reach out a hand before gently pushing his head to the side where I see what I was expecting to find, a small dot of blood on his neck, they've drugged him again. But why?

I keep my hand there on his neck, and without thinking I slide my finger tips up to his cheek and caress his face. His eyes are still on me. "You don't deserve to be kept like this. You need help. You need someone to figure you out, figure out why you are the way you are. And that's exactly what I'm going to do, I promise you Jungkook."

I feel myself getting lost in those brown eyes, my own starting to fill with tears. But why am I crying? Why does seeing him in this state make my heart strike with pain?

Maybe because he's only young. Or maybe because he's clearly being mistreated here. I don't know, but something deep within my chore is telling me that he doesn't deserve all of this.

1 minute later

"Wait Y/n where are you going?"

"To the directors office" I reply annoyed.

"Why what happened?"

"Nothing! How could anything happen when he's completely out of it. I don't get why they drugged him again!"

"Well because of what happened yesterday."

I suddenly stop in my tracks before turning to look back at Jimin. "What do you mean?"

"Y/n. He tried to attack you."

"No." I take a slow step towards him. "He went to grab me and failed. There was no attack."

"Are you telling me that they drugged him hours after an incident, to punish him?"

Jimins lack of reply and sudden look of guilt makes my blood boil.

"That's sick I-it's inhumane you can't inject a drug into someone as punishment!!"

"Y/n he's a criminal—."

"He's a person Jimin. Just like you and I!!"

"No he's nothing like us, we didn't kill anyone; we aren't mentally unstable—."

"And how do you expect him to become stable when he's locked up in that dark cell 24 hours a day?! When the only exercise he gets is to walk back and forth whilst chained to a wall!" I snap and I can tell it's shocked Jimin because looking at me, you probably wouldn't expect to hear a voice this loud.

"Jimin these sessions I have with him are supposed to help come up with a solution on how to treat him, it's not just so I can have a casual conversation with him about the weather, and even if that was the case how am I supposed to do that when he's zonked out because of an injection he should have never been given in the first place!!"

Jimin stays quiet, and I leave to head to the directors office. When I get there I knock on the door and wait, but there's no answer.

"He's not in" a voice calls and I turn to look to my left where a young man stands. "He's in a meeting down town." He adds, about to go into another room.

"Do you know when he'll be back. It's kind of urgent."

"Really? Anything I can help with?" The male asks before stepping closer to me. Judging by his white coat and stethoscope around his neck I can only assume he's a Doctor.

"It's in regards to a prisoner here. Jeon—."

"Jeon Jungkook?" He finishes my sentence with a questionable look.

"You know him?"

"Please, everyone at this prison knows him. I was his doctor when he first arrive here, before the head of the department took him on. If you have any questions about him I suggest you ask her, but she's out today."

"Oh. Okay well I'll stop by tomorrow then. Thanks" I say before running my hands through my hair.

"You seem stressed" he smiles.

"You seem happy by that?" I furrow my brows.

"Yes well. Stress means you care about your job. And it's been a long time since anyone has cared about helping Jungkook."

"...oh."

"Anyway I best head in" he nods to the door.

"I'm Y/n by the way" I blurt.

"Well very nice to meet you Y/n. I'm Doctor Kim, but feel free to call me Seok-Jin." He smiles before heading into what I can only assume is his office.

Hmm? Kim Seok-Jin. Why do I have the feeling that we're gonna need to see a lot more of one another.

APoV

Little did Y/n know that Jin was thinking the exact same thing.