Next Morning

5:59am

"Morning lovely, I'm guessing you found the file alright? Doctor Kim said he let you in."

"Yes he did, and Thankyou again" I smile at Doctor Lee as I pass her in the corridor, my face turning back to pissed off as soon as I turn the corner, Jin joining my side.

"Nice. You played that off well" he comments before holding a door open for me.

"Yeah well next time you may wanna stop me from ripping her head off. In fact why hasn't anyone questioned where all these missing tapes have gone? Shouldn't the director be onto it? And who even is the director? I still haven't met him yet."

"He's not around much that's why. I met him once when I first started working here, seemed nice but then again I suppose nice doesn't mean trust worthy."

"You don't trust him?"

"I don't trust anyone besides you Y/n." Jin shoots me a serious look. "And I intend on keeping it that way."

I nod at the male before fist bumping him and walking away. I don't think he was prepared for that kind of gesture but ah well, that's what he got.

When I reach Jungkooks cell I'm happy to see him up and awake. That dumb ass collar is around his neck but I suppose it's better then the straight jacket.

"Good morning" I seat myself down on the chair, not even aware of the fact that Jungkook hadn't moved a muscle yet, his head hung low and his eyes dead without emotion. Somethings not right, he looks to be...shivering?

"Everything okay?" I ask. My heart starts to pound as I approach him, almost warning me to expect the worst. When I touch his cheek he shudders and dodges me. "Kooks it's just me—." Out of no where he throws his weight against me, my body now pinned beneath his. he growls.

"Kooks you're hallucinating!" I say in shock but he's too far gone. Before, I noticed a bruising on his neck, they've injected him again but with something different this time, he's having a bad reaction to it.

"I'll fucking slit your throat you sick bitch!"

"Jungkook whoever you think I am just know it's not real! I'm Y/n remember, I promised I would never hurt you like them—."

"STOP LYING!" he yells right in my face. I can hear his heavy breathing, he's close to going into shock and when that happens he won't be able to stop himself. I have to get out of here.

Acting quick a push him off of me, his body falling to the side as I desperately try to pull my self away. I'm an inch away from the divider line when I feel his hand grip my ankles, pulling me back. I scream in panic, my nails digging into the floor as he drags me back to him. I'm flipped onto my back again, but I can't bring myself to look at him, I'm petrified right now.

"Y/n!" He shouts. "Y/n calm down please just calm down!"

The fear in his voice confuses me. Slowly I lower my hands from my face, now seeing a completely different Jungkook. His eyes are full of panic, a huge contrast to the dark rage they portrayed a moment ago.

"I'm so sorry are you alright?!"

Gulping I prop my self up on my elbows and try to calm down my breathing.

"Y/n please forgive me I don't understand what just happened."

I shake my head at him. "No it's not your fault."

"D-did I hurt you?" He takes me by surprise when caressing my face. It feels so nice, his touch can be so soft and gentle, it's comforting. I smile and close my eyes, my hand cupping over his. "No. You didn't hurt me at all."

"Good. I don't think I could live with myself if I hurt you Y/n."

My eyes flutter open. Every reaction in my body right now is making me feel like a complete idiot but I can't help it. "Do you mean that?"

He nods.

Getting up I find my face inches away from his. I smile. He smiles. He cares about me. I could actually freak out right now but everything inside of me is telling me to keep calm.

"Jungkook I—."

My words get lodged in my throat the second Jungkook starts to dramatically shake all over.

"Get her out of there!" A guard shouts, the other one holding the taser gun that continued to shock Jungkook.

"NO STOP HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Fight for him. That's all I wanna do!! But before I could even check if he was okay by body was pulled away by guards. They think they're saving me from him but they don't realises he's the one that needs saving!

"JUST STOP!" I break free from their hold before racing to Jungkook. I lift his head up onto my lap. His eyelids are opening and closing slowly, he's losing consciousness. "He needs to be taken to hospital!"

"Miss he attacked you—."

"Because he's been injected with a harmful drug!" I spit back at the guards. Anger is filling my body but I can't concentrate on anything but Jungkook. "It's okay I'm here" I gently stroke his face, he's sweating and shivering, he's unwell, how am I the first person to realise this!?

"We'll go get doctor Lee—."

"No!" I shoot my head to look at the guard. "Get me Doctor Kim and call an ambulance whilst you're at it!"

Looking back at Jungkook I see him desperately fighting to stay away. "Just focus on me Jungkook, I'm here I'm not leaving you."

Jungkook PoV

Her voice sounds so muffled that I can't understand a word she's saying. All I can do is focus on her face.

And then everything starts to turn blurry.

I see a man hurry towards us. Doctor Kim is that you? I haven't seen him in so long.

He slips something into my mouth, a pill, probably an antidote or whatever. It's hard to make out Y/N's face now but I can tell she's crying, her soft sniffles are all my ears can pick up on now.

Don't cry Y/n. I'm not worth your tears.

2 hours later

Jungkook PoV

My eyes flutter open. I'm not in my cell but a hospital room, my wrists handcuffed to either sides of the bed. Wonder what it was this time. Perhaps a near overdose, or maybe one of those guards finally had enough of me and attempted to strangle me in my sleep, who knows.

I look down, seeing Y/n asleep with her head on my lap. Gotta say I'd rather her be here then Yerim.

Y/n PoV

I stretch my arms out as I wake up, my vision becoming less blurry as I focus on his face.

"Why did you stay?" He asks pissed off.

"I..I don't know. Leaving you alone just didn't appeal to me."

He breathes through his nostrils, eyes still avoiding mine.

"I'll go if you want? I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine."

"You sure? That panic attack was pretty intense."

"Yeah well it's not like I'm not used to it."

It's always been questioned why people pretend to be fine when they aren't.

Some do it to avoid being a burden.

Others are just more private and don't like to share.

But with Jungkook, he doesn't wanna admit because it makes him feel weak. He likes to feel in control of his own emotions, and admitting to something like depression, stress or paranoia would just send him to spiral.

And that's something I need to help fix.

"Jungkook I don't care how strong you wanna come across to me. Everyone needs someone. Everyone needs a person they can share their thoughts with and trust."

"You think you can be that someone?" He scoffs.

"I don't think, I know."

"You're delusional." He snarks.

"Am I?"

"Yes."

"Am I?"

"Yes!" He finally looks at me.

God he's so frustrating!! Not once have I done anything to misplace his trust and yet he still pushes me away.

Why??

I haven't thrown myself at him like those other woman. I've never caused him physical harm.

What is it??

As my mind begins to whirl with thoughts, one in particular suddenly stands out to me, and it all starts to make a little bit of sense.

"You know nothing about me." I blurt as though I've just had an epiphany moment.

"What?"

"I know everything about you. The schools you went to. Your birthday. I literally have a copy of your health records back at my apartment."

"I know your fears. What triggers you, what angers you, what causes your confusion. Damn it I even know your favourite song."

"And yet. You know nothing about me. Only how my father passed."

"If you're just gonna tell me about your favourite colours and food then save your breath, I'm already bored—."

His words freeze the second I lift up my sweater, exposing my tummy to him. I know he's seen it. The scars. I can tell by his shocked expression.

I stay like that for a while before closing my eyes. I have to breathe for a moment, these scars have only ever been seen by my own eyes so it's petrifying to know I'm exposing my self to him.

I pull the sweater back down. "I was 13."

"My dad was working late one night, and I took a knife from the kitchen."

"Some boys had been giving me a hard time at school. They made comments about me not having a mother, said she probably left because of me. So. I punished myself for it. That's where this scar came." I lift my sweater before pouting to one of the scars on my tummy. "Overtime it became a coping mechanism. I'd cry. Then I'd punish myself."

"Why are you telling me this?" He asks. But he doesn't sound as harsh as before, but genuinely concerned.

"I feel vulnerable at times too Jungkook."

"But you never knew that. It's why you've never trusted me. After all how could you trust someone who has no weaknesses. They aren't relatable."

"But I do have weaknesses Jungkook. My scars are proof of that."

"What are you saying Y/n? That you're just like me?" He mimics, and I smile, shaking my head.

"Not at all. I would never compare my troubles to yours. But what I'm saying is. I'd never use your vulnerability against you. Why?"

"Because I know you wouldn't do the same to me."

His eyes follow me as I get up. I grab my bag and coat from the floor, not saying another word before I leave the room. He needs to rest. He also needs to think about what I've said.

I just hope to god that I've gotten through to him.