32 hours later

Jungkook PoV

She didn't show.

Not today.

Not yesterday.

This isn't like her.

The guard un-locks my collar before handcuffing me.

Wait.

I recognise him.

"You're Jimin. Y/N's friend."

His eyes tell me he's nervous around me still, and yet he chooses to ignore me. Bold.

"Where is she then?"

His eyes glance at me for a second before looking back down as he locks the handcuffs tight. "She's sick."

"Sick?" I raise a brow.

"That's what she said in her text." He shoves me forward and out of my cell. Hmm, wonder if he still holds a grudge after last time?

"Now I'm not un-cuffing you this time"

Yeah he defo still holds a grudge:)

"So Yerim will help you wash."

I almost throw up into my mouth when the girl appears from around the corner, a dumb ass smile on her face which immediately fades when she locks eyes with me.

"Why her of all people?" I roll my eyes before walking past the girl. She hurries to follow beside me.

"You'll need help undressing and no one was willing to volunteer after what you did to Jimin." She sticks to my side closely.

"You should have done the same" I glare at her, god I can't stand the girl. Her smell has even started to knock me sick. Coconut. I fucking hate the smell of coconut.

When Jimin disappears it's just me and Yerim in the shower block. "You gonna undress me or what?" I ask her whilst she just continues to stand there.

"I have something to show you first. Something that will make you happy."

"You shutting up and helping me get un dressed will make me happy."

Her smile grows into a smirk. "Not as happy as this." She takes out her phone before showing me the screen. It's security footage, but the date in the corner says it's old. There's a girl on the screen, her back facing the camera as she sits in the canteen alone. It's Y/n. I can tell by the outfit she has on, black tights and boots always seem to be her go to fashion look, not to mention those ugly ass sweaters.

"Why are you showing me—." I pause my sentence the second I see a man sneak up behind Y/n, and he jabs something into her neck. I almost choke on my tongue when he carries her unconscious body away, my eyes then shooting back to look at Yerim.

"Who was that man?" I ask.

"The director." She smiles. "He's finally helping you Jungkook. He just needs a few people for the plan, and then you'll be fixed."

"What does he need Y/n for?"

"She's just a prop. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is soon it will be just you and I again." She lifts my hands that were still cuffed together before slipping underneath my arms, her tiny ass chipmunk hands landing on my chest. "Y/n will be out of the picture once this is all done."

"The fuck are you on about?"

"The director is testing a new drug kookie. One that will kill off your other personalities."

"It was all Doctor Lees idea. They've been prepping this drug for over a year; and now it's ready to test on people."

This was the plan Y/n warned me about...

"That girl was getting in the way of their research. But now with a little hope she'll drop dead once they inject the drug into her." Yerim giggles before planting a kiss on my lips. "After all, the test Guinea pig never survives the testing."

This is great! This is what we've wanted all along for Y/n to disappear from our lives!

Not like this. We don't want her dead.

No. We don't.

Oh for fuck sake are we really gonna do this?

Yep!

2 minutes later

APoV

Jimin arrived at the shower block after hearing the screams. Looking ahead he sees Yerim sat on the floor, her hands cuffed to the shower pipe as freezing cold water pours down on her.

Jungkook no where to be seen.

Jungkook PoV

"Oh come on now fellas" I continue to twiddle the keys around my finger, two guards pointing guns at me as they're friends surround them on the floor barely breathing. "Just tell me where to find the director and I'll be on my way—."

"Drop the keys and put your hands behind your head son!"

Rolling my eyes I lean back against the door frame. "Such typical cop narrative. You really aught to watch some police series that aren't from the 80's."

"DROP THE KEYS NOW!!"

Ignoring the loud ass guard I flick my eyes to his friend standing beside him. He's holding a gun as well but doesn't seem so confident with his words. In fact my staring seems to be making him...

Blush.

"Like what you see daddy?" I ask, loving how his hands starts to tremble. "So I'm guessing you two want me to surrender my self for other reasons? If you want I'll bend over and we can just get this over with?"

The guard with the big ass mouth slowly lowers his gun. "W-what the fuck did you just say?"

"You want me. Yes?" I smirk, tilting my head. And their shocked expressions make this so much more amusing. "Oh did you think I wasn't awake those nights you came to my cell. The ones where you wanked eachother off on the opposite side of the bars? Cuz I was. I heard how you moaned out my name." I begin to step towards them both. Fuck it I don't have time to flirt with these fat bastards.

APoV

With no second thought Jungkook headbuts the guard, knocking him dizzy on his ass before he swipes the gun from the other one, confidently pressing it against the man's forehead till he got down on his knees. "Now" he grins cutely before adjusting the trigger. "Care to tell me where the director is?"

"I-in the underground!" The guard panics.

"Underground? What underground—."

"T-there's a lift near to your cell y-you would have passed it on your way here!! It takes you to the underground and that's usually where the director goes you can easily get there—."

"Alright chill I asked for a page not the whole fucking novel" Jungkook tuts before leaving, gun now tucked inside the hem of his pants safely.

Jungkook PoV

All this fuss for her. What's the point??

The point is she's not dying for me.

I need her.

I attempt to access the lift but am suddenly pinned back against the wall. "For fuck sake you again?"

"Do not move!" Jimin yells, his gun harshly pressed under my chin. "I will shoot you Jungkook. I have a right to since you've just attacked several people already—."

"Look I'm all up for you having your big moment as the hero today but you're kinda slowing me down in saving Y/n here."

"Y/n?? Why where is she???"

"Underground apparently."

"You're making this up—."

"You know the more you talk the less time she has."

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Well you're still breathing aren't you?" I grin. He looks at me questionably before removing his gun from under my chin, tucking it back away in his little belt.

"Alright. So how do we save Y/n?"

"Well. don't for starters." I grin, ignoring the boys furrowed brow confusion before knocking him unconscious. I can't kill him. Would just piss Y/n off and I'm not gonna lie, her slaps hurt.

"Sleep tight pal" I pat Jimins face before slipping the gun out from his belt. Always prepare your backup peeps. Always prepare your backups.

I head to the lift before pushing the button marked with the letters U.G. As it begins to move, I take a moment to check my reflection in the mirror, and I'm shocked, I haven't seen my face in a long time, this place has no mirrors, not even in the bathroom blocks. I'd almost forgotten what I looked like.

It felt weird. Seeing myself again.

So. This is the face she sees everyday. The one she caresses, kisses, looks deeply at whilst blabbing away about random stories.

This is the face she sees but others don't.

1 hour earlier

Y/n PoV

I wake up with a striking pain in my wrists. I lift my head and see them bound together by rope, a rope which holds my body to stand up. My vision is a little blurry, and my surroundings are unrecognisable to me.

"Ah you're awake" a voice chirps. I try to focus my eyes on the figure walking towards me, a fairly tall man with dark hair. He smiles at me. "Forgive the non consent dear. But I need to do this."

"D-do what?" I scrunch my eyes shut when he attempts to shine a light in my eye.

"Your pupils are still dilated" he sighs. "I'll wait another hour before preparing you for your first dose. Doctor Kim will examine you before hand."

"D-doctor Kim?" I ask, my heart stopping the second Jin walks into the room. He lightly smiles at me, giving a nod to the strange man who proceeds to leave the room.

God this is all making my head ache. Where the hell am I and why does it stink of chemicals in here??

"Glad to see you're awake. I was worried" Jin says before checking my pulse with his finger.

"Jin what's going on?" I ask, confused when I notice his face is slightly swollen and bruised. "D-did he do that to you? That man? Are you being forced into all of this?"

He proceeds to examine me. "Y/n I'm so sorry. Believe me I tried to fight for you. But he threatened to kill my wife and daughter. He knows my address, where my wife works, he could easily destroy my family."

"Who could??"

"The director."

My eyes widen. "That man was the director????"

"Yes Y/n and you're in danger. You're part of an illegal drug testing which is being done to help Jungkook."

"Well. They think they're helping him."

"Whose they?" I ask, and Jins expression makes my stomach churn, the worrying nerves bubbling away and making me wanna vomit.

"Doctor Lee and the director."

"They're Jungkooks parents."

Back to present

Y/n PoV

"Doctor Kim, the needle please"

Hesitantly Jin hands the needle to the director. He hasn't been able to look at me for the past few minutes, guilt no doubt taking over his body.

"Alright my dear, now you're gonna feel a sharp pinch" the man smiles warmly before pushing my hair to the side, exposing my neck area. When he injects the needle into me I don't hiss, I don't even flinch, all I can think about is him. My so called patient.

I wonder how he's coping. Whether he's even concerned over my absence.

"Shouldn't we start to prepare the antidote incase she goes into relapse?" Jin questions.

"We will later. For now I want you to start on her second dose." The man says, his eyes watching me carefully. Analysing me in a way.

"So you're Jungkooks father." I begin to speak. "Are you aware that his mother has been raping him?"

"Yes" the man sighs before turning round to his medical trolley.

"How could you let that happen?"

"What my partner does is only to benefit our son. Sex is healthy, and she always uses protection and knows how to please him—."

"He's your son you sick bastard!"

"And I care for him." The man protests calmly. "That's why I'm doing all of this." He turns around before gently touching my cheek, a smile of sympathy curving onto his lips. "I'm just sorry you're having to play a part in it."

Jin hands him another needle, and he wastes no time before injecting it into my neck. It stings a little this time, like I can actually feel the serum entering into my blood stream.

"It delights me to know someone like you can care for someone like my son. So I sincerely hope you survive this first round my dear."

With heavy eyes I watch the man leave the room again. Whatever he's put in me, it's only gonna get worse I can tell.

"Jin" I call, but the boy doesn't respond and continues to prep on the medical trolley. "Jin please, you have to let me go. Jungkook needs me. Those people don't care about him the way I do, they'll destroy him—."

"Y/n I care for him too. But I'm sorry, when it comes down to a decision, my family comes first."

"Then just call the police they'll arrest those two."

He shakes his head. "He's taken my phone and they'll have a back up plan no doubt. Jungkooks father is the director of a prison Y/n, he'll have his connections and find a way to convince them he did nothing wrong."

Sighing I close my eyes.

Failure.

That's what I am.

All this time my goal was to help Jungkook. But now he's gonna be trapped here, drugged everyday until those sickos get the so called perfect son they're looking for.

The director enters the room again, a bright grin beaming on his face when he locks eyes with me. "You're doing great my dear. You're still conscious and aware which means the drug is safe. All you have to do is make it through 3 more doses and we'll know for sure it's right to test on Jungkook."

"This is illegal what you're doing. It's un safe—."

"Now now my dear don't get yourself all worked up" the man takes the needle from Jin before walking towards me. "You know I'm only doing what's best for my boy—."

"You're destroying who he is!" I attempt to tug my hands free but the rope remains tight around my wrists. It burns a little from the friction, and my legs are starting to feel weak from standing up for so long. "Jungkook is mentally ill, but that doesn't make him any less human then the rest of us."

"My son murdered people." The mans face melts into a shameful expression. "He's nothing like the rest of us."

"You were his parents and you abandoned him when he was young. Students bullied him. His teacher raped him along with other men. He was bound to snap eventually and where were his mother and father?? No where. Why did you leave that poor kid??"

"We were young Y/n. Jungkooks mother was still in college and I was in my senior year at high school. We weren't fit to look after him, but we never forgot about him—."

My scoff cuts him off. I can't accept his bullshit of an excuse.

"Anyway. By doing this I'm making up for lost time. I'm going to see to it that my son gets better."

"This won't help, he needs comfort, trust, guidance. Professional help, not some drug thats being illegally created and tested in the underground of a prison."

At my words the director chuckles. With his index finger his flicks the tip of the new needle. "You're getting worked up, that will only use up more of your energy"

He exposes an area of my neck again, giving me one last glance. "You'll want to be strong for these next doses. Trust me."

Jungkook PoV

The lift doors open.

Whether you like it or not Y/n.

You're coming back with me.