The pain was terrifying, his muscles, body, lungs were burning and screaming as he took a breath. "Mei-Lin!" Jungkook couldn't see anything, the darkness was impenetrable, so thick that he could cut through it with a knife. But it was devouring his Milady's face, and he struggled desperately to reach her, to pull her to him, to hold her above the surface. Try as he might, he could not even touch her, she disappeared and appeared as a vision which for one moment treating his wounds, then leaving him to agonize as punishment for abandoning her.

"I'm sorry little star, forgive me!" he was trying to convince her to stay, struggling to tear his own body apart as evidence of the pain his soul was writhing in. It was so cold without her, without her touch, without her kisses, but his body was burning, hitting the darkness, making him whimper in pain. "Mei-Lin!" something was wrong with his voice, it seemed he didn't want to come out of his chest. He forced himself to his feet, the slashing prong that sapped his strength steadily seemed to be playing a joke on him, allowing him to rise, only to send him into a new abyss of agony.

"Mei-Lin, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think it was unfair!" She looked at Yoongi and Namjoon and shook her head. "I have nothing to do with Jungkook anymore, his fiancee to deal with him and his problems" her heart broke and died every time the word "fiancée" came out of her mouth, but she had to be strong, not just for herself . "He doesn't have a fiancee, for God's sake, everything is molded by his father and that bitch Yuki!" Namjoon stood up and paced back and forth in Lily's living room, who was glaring at them, but at Mei-Lin's request, she didn't interfere.

"Mei-Lin" he knelt before her with his head bowed and took a deep breath. "Can I show you something?" she nodded and Namjoon pulled out his phone. "Namjoon, I don't think you should..." before Yoongi could stop him, Namjoon turned his phone to Mei-Lin. "What the..." her face paled and her hand unconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes filling with tears as she watched the video of Jungkook screaming her name, destroying the bedroom they shared.

"It's been like this for weeks, Mei-Lin, off and on, we got to the point where we had to tie him to the bed to stop him from injuring himself. The doctor said he had no idea what exactly they were giving him, but he'd never seen anything like it something" Namjoon looked at her pleadingly. "He needs you, Mei-Lin, not only to get off the drugs, but also when he goes against his father," she looked at him questioningly. "This is his story to tell, but I can assure you that the moment he finds out what Jeon Tao did and how he tried to separate you, Jungkook will wage war and he will need the support of his girl" Mei-Lin looked up at Lily, then looked at Yoongi, who no longer dared to look her in the eye.

"Mei-Lin, Jungkook loves you, he may still keep secrets from you, but that's because he's afraid he might lose you" Namjoon squeezed her hands in his. "Please, he needs you Mei-Lin, he can't fight alone" Mei-Lin swallowed, her tears dripping down Namjoon's hands, holding his. "And he hasn't cheated on me?" Namjoon shook his head. "He would never do that, Jungkook may be anything but he's not a liar Mei-Lin" his voice was soft but confident.

"He's been tied up, drugged and beaten for two weeks" she looked at Yoongi. "And yet, despite his condition, when we found him, the first thing he asked, his first words, was your name," she bit her lip. For weeks she had been fighting her desire to go and see him, to hold him accountable for his lies, for abandoning her, but the pain was tearing her apart and leaving her without the strength for even the slightest movement. And now, when she had gathered the courage to live again, it turned out that she had gone through hell because of a lie.

"Jungkook doesn't want to fight anymore Mei-Lin, even in delirium, he senses that something is wrong, he senses your absence and surrenders to the drug instead of fighting to get off it" Namjoon was no less desperate and determined to save his friend. He had seen detoxes before, but never one that lasted this long. Not weeks, it had been almost two months since he had been dragged from his father's estate. Since then, they struggled not only with Jungkook's self-destructive behavior, which would regain consciousness and pass out again or show enviable aggression towards everything and everyone around him, but also with his father's and Yuki's constant attempts to get him back.

The apartment had been raided six times already, the building was emptied and full of guards and yet Jeon Tao wouldn't give up, insisting that Jungkook was his son and had the right to take him back, sending his men to attack them. And without Jungkook, their men would lose their courage and the war would be doomed. Jungkook needed Mei-Lin to get him back on his feet. Namjoon hadn't seen anything that resembled their love, but if that was what they needed as their friend, he had to help them in whatever way he could to get them back together.

"Okay, but if there's even an iota of lies in what you're telling me, if I even suspect that he cheated on me..." Namjoon shook his head vigorously. "I swear, he didn't touch her!" Mei-Lin nodded and stood up, stretching the extra baggy sweater she was wearing. "I'll help you with your luggage, and they'll take it down" finally called Lily, who had been watching silently until now. The two entered the bedroom and Lily closed the door behind them. "I hope you know what you're doing?" Mei-Lin looked at her and nodded. "He wouldn't hurt me, at least not physically, I'm not sure about the rest yet" she muttered thoughtfully as Lily took out her suitcase.

Jungkook relaxed, her scent enveloping him, that sweet, soft smell of spring flowers. He tried to touch her, but something stopped him, and yet his mind was bathed in peace. "Fight Jungkook, show me exactly how strong you are, come back to me, to us" he smiled and tried to open his eyes to look at her but her image was blurred and still, this time she didn't pull away ,don't melt like sea foam. "My lady" his voice was a weak whisper, as if it were someone else's, but her touch on his face, on his chest, was palpable and healed his tortured consciousness.