⚠️!WARNING!⚠️
CHAPTER CONTAINS INTENSE SCENES.

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Y/n laid her head on Ajuma's lap, the old woman's fingers gently stroking her hair. She was a crying mess, her sobs echoing through the room. Taehyung had sacrificed everything for her, and now the weight of his actions crushed her. How could she have been so blind to his pain? He bore so much with a smile on his lips, concealing his struggles. All these days, she hadn't even caught a glimpse of his misery. Now, what good could she do when he was already gone? More tears erupted from her eyes, her body shaking with grief and regret.

[A/N: Taehyung is alive is a secret between Irene and Tae only]

Y/n's pov

"Will he never come back?" I sobbed, my voice breaking with the weight of my despair.

"I'm sorry, dear... he probably showered you with all the love he had," Ajuma replied softly, her own tears falling and landing on my cheeks like tiny, sorrowful raindrops.

"It was all my fault! How low of me to think of him like—" I couldn't even finish my sentence. The disgust was choking me. How could I have judged Taehyung? I had loved him for four long years!

"It was not your fault, dear. You loved him too much for him to take this step. He was afraid of crumbling down his world. And you were his world. He was afraid of losing you," Ajuma said, her voice a mixture of sadness and understanding.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear hearing any more. How much goodness will he show? I felt like trash. I never deserved him!

"I should leave now. The boss might come to check on you," she stood up, preparing to leave. In a moment of desperation, I reached out and held her hand.

"What will happen to me?" my voice cracked and trembled. She looked at me with deep sadness in her eyes and shook her head slowly.

"Stay strong, girl. Only you can punish this demon," she said before leaving the room.

I hugged my knees, my chained hands digging into my skin and likely leaving purple bruises. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. I cried for the next hour, my sobs filling the empty room. I wished Jungkook was there with me. I missed him so much. Why does everyone leave me?

"Jungkook, you promised to stay with me... where are you? Why did you break your promise?" I cried harder, the tears burning my eyes and the pain in my throat intensifying. Ajuma said she didn't give me drugs, but that didn't make me any stronger in this moment of despair. Exhausted and broken, I eventually fell into a fitful slumber, my body succumbing to the overwhelming grief.

Jungkook's pov

I suddenly opened my eyes, sweating bottles. It wasn't a nightmare—it was the fear of losing my loved ones. I was afraid to loose Y/n. I had fallen asleep as soon as Jin Hyung and I returned home. I was too exhausted to fight. He decided to stay with me until everything was fine, his presence a small comfort amidst the chaos.

Faint voices drifted from the other side of the door, stirring my curiosity. I pressed my ear against the wood, straining to listen. It was Namjoon Hyung. He probably had some clue. I was about to burst out of the room when I heard his words.

"Is Jungkook asleep?"

"Yes," Jin replied.

"Great. It's better if we don't tell him. He's not himself. He'll act hysterically." What the hell! They were talking about my girlfriend! How could they not tell me? Footsteps approached, and I quickly jumped back into bed, pretending to be asleep. Jin Hyung checked on me before closing the door again. As soon as he left, I was back at the door, eavesdropping.

"Did you find her?" Jin asked.

"Yes. We traced her location. It was difficult to extract the location history from the broken device, but my team did it."

"That's great! Where is she?"

"Taehyung or whoever the kidnapper is has taken her to Ilsan."

"Ilsan? Where in Ilsan?"

"Don't worry, I know the place well. After all, I'm from that city. It's an old warehouse on the outskirts. Some say illegal experiments go on in that area. I could probably kill two birds with one stone by saving her and arresting the criminals."

My heart stopped. What if they were experimenting on her? The thought of Y/n being tortured almost made me cry out loud.

"I need police assistance. We'll go there tomorrow. Preparations are required. Jin, take care of Jungkook. He shouldn't know about this. Assure him Y/n will return safe."

I couldn't trust anyone. I had to find her as soon as possible. I googled the location and waited for the perfect moment to sneak out. Around 4 in the afternoon, I saw Jin sleeping on the couch. He'd had such a hard time dealing with my paranoia. He had some more to come. I chuckled softly, mumbling a 'sorry' before leaving the flat. Y/n, I'm coming. Hang in there!

Y/n's pov

I opened my eyes when someone shook me roughly. Taecyeon's face came into view, and a wave of dread washed over me. I hated this face. It was a cruel reminder of Taehyung and all his sacrifices. I felt like crying a new ocean of tears. Could I rip the skin off his face? He didn't deserve to share the same looks as Taehyung.

"Get up, dessert," he smirked. I felt like puking at the nickname he had given me. he was objectifying me as if I were his sex slave. "You ungrateful pup! I tried to give you a good life in return for your loyalty, but you chose to run away."

I finally looked at him. His head was tightly wrapped in a bandage, and his palms had cuts. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the sight. A twisted sense of satisfaction gave me a fleeting moment of confidence. I was the reason for his pain. "Just go away from here!"

"You've become too arrogant. You need to be taught some manners," he chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with malice.

"Leave me alone—OUCH!" I cried out as he harshly yanked me up by my arm, his nails digging into my skin like claws.

"I will punish you," he spat, his eyes cold and merciless.

"P-punish?" The strong wall I had built around myself began to crumble. Terror seeped into my bones. My legs turned to jelly, and I could barely stand.

"Today's experiment will be you."

"No—please, stop! Don't do this!" My pleas were useless, falling on deaf ears as he half-pulled, half-dragged me to the lab.

He shoved me into a chair with a force that knocked the wind out of me. "Tie her up, David!" The man who had thwarted my escape before grabbed my hands, tying them to the arms of the chair. I wriggled, desperately trying to break free.

"Stay still!" David barked, his grip tightening painfully. 

I struggled harder, defiance flaring in me until a hard slap snapped my head to the side. "I said behave!" Taecyeon cried out in anger, his face twisted in rage. My cheek burned with pain, and I tasted blood on my lips from the cut. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought to hold them back. Lord, where am I stuck? I wept silently, my heart aching with fear and helplessness.

"Bring Ikhun09, dose 3.4 mL," Taecyeon ordered David, who obeyed without hesitation. Other scientists surrounded me, their expressions devoid of empathy, filled only with a cruel curiosity. No one here would show me mercy. They had notepads ready, prepared to document every detail of their vile experiment.

David returned, holding a small yet deadly syringe. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "W-what is that?"

"This?" Taecyeon smirked, enjoying my fear. "This is a special drug made by me. It will make you forget everything in your past. You will forget my idiot brother for good. You will even forget your own name."

"I will never forget him! You are a murderer! You killed him! I will never let you get away with this! You'll be pushied brutally for this" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation and rage.

"You have the wrong perspective, darling. I never killed Taehyung. He jumped on his own," Taecyeon said, his fingers tracing my jawline, sending shivers of revulsion through me.

"Stop your bullshit and let me go!" I demanded, my voice trembling.

"I will... but not before I inject you with this," he replied, bringing the syringe closer.

My eyes widened in horror. I squirmed, thrashing against my restraints, but my body was tied too tightly, my movements restricted. "Please, no! Don't do this to me, Taecyeon! Please don't take my memories away from me! All my loved ones have already left me!" I burst into tears. The fear of losing the last fragments of my happiness overwhelmed me. Each memory was a precious part of my soul, and the idea of losing them felt like a fate worse than death. The thought of forgetting Jungkook and our special memories tore my heart into shreds.

"I am still there for you, darling..."

"Please, I'll do anything you say!" I pleaded, desperation thick in my voice.

"You will do anything?" he asked, dramatically twirling the syringe in his hand. His innocent smile gave me a flicker of hope, but it quickly morphed into a sinister grin. "Then behave like a good girl and let us complete our work."

"NO—" I choked on my words as he plunged the needle into my neck, injecting the liquid. I cried out in pain and fear.

"Note down the observation!" he commanded, stepping back from me.

At first, there was only the sharp sting where the needle had pierced my skin. But soon, my entire body began to itch uncontrollably. It was unbearable, especially with my hands tied, rendering me unable to scratch. "Please, untie my hands!" I begged, as the itching intensified. Red rashes erupted across my skin, and they laughed mockingly at my plight.

The itching quickly turned into a searing burn, like someone sprinkling salt into open wounds. I writhed in agony, feeling like a fish out of water. "P-please let m-me go... I am sorry..." My insides twisted violently, and black spots danced before my eyes. I might faint any moment now, but I couldn't lose consciousness. If I did, I would forget everything and everyone. I couldn't give up!

The rashes grew larger, some bursting open, oozing blood. My stomach contracted painfully, and blood gushed from my mouth. I had no strength left to scream. The poison was draining every ounce of life from my body. "I-it hurts... *breaths* please... *breaths* it is paining... *breaths* I can't bear it..." My eyelids grew heavy, my body trembling violently. The pain was immense, like my heart was being hammered, my lungs clutched in a vise. My head throbbed, on the verge of exploding.

No, Y/n! If you give up now, it's the end. You don't know what your life will be like after this. Fight. Fight for yourself! Fight for your loved ones, fight for Taehyung. He sacrificed everything to keep you safe. You have to be safe for him. Fight for Jungkook, Y/n! He is waiting for you. He needs you. Fight for your love! My own voice echoed in my head. She was right. I had to remember at least one name: Jungkook...

"Jungkook..." I whispered. It felt like I was being thrown into a furnace, the flames consuming my body.

"Jungkook..." I repeated, focusing on his image in my mind. I would not forget him! The world around me turned black. Only Jungkook's image shone brightly in the darkness. My breaths slowed, my movements became sluggish.

"Jungkook..." Blood continued to gush from my mouth. Was I going to die like this?

"Jungkook..." His image began to flicker and fade. Blood pooled beneath me, seeping from my mouth and the ruptured rashes. My skin was a grotesque canvas of raw, bleeding sores. Each breath was a labor, each heartbeat a hammer of agony. My mind was a battleground, struggling to hold onto a single thread of sanity, a single image of Jungkook. But the drug was relentless, stripping away my past, my identity, my very soul. The pain was indescribable, an inferno of suffering that consumed me whole. And then, nothingness. The darkness swallowed me, leaving behind only silence and an unending void. 

"Jungkook..." With this last whisper, my body gave up. No Jungkook, no memories, nothing... only void... extreme darkness...

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Have you watched Squid Game?
Also I recommend Alice in Boderland. Personally its better than Squid Game. Its has plot twists and storyline is also awesome.