Jungkook's pov

I stood in front of an old warehouse, its dilapidated facade blending with the darkening sky. I rechecked the Google map to confirm the location. This was the place. Black smoke billowed from the chimney, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

I moved cautiously, ducking behind a row of old, rusted barrels. "Just sneak in, get your girl, and escape. No violence," I whispered to myself, trying to steady my nerves. The brick walls were shabby and covered in grime.

Ahead, I spotted a bright light. Curiosity piqued, I approached and found myself standing before a room with pristine white marble floors. Empty tables were scattered around, sterile and menacing. This had to be the laboratory Namjoon had mentioned. Could they really be keeping Y/n here?

I hid behind a pillar, peering out cautiously. A man in a white lab coat passed by, carrying a notebook. He walked through a door at the far end of the room. I could hear faint voices coming from inside, indicating the presence of more than one person. The door wasn't transparent, but shadows moved behind the translucent glass.

I was about to leave, convinced Y/n was not in that room, when a faint voice reached my ears."Stop lying and let me go!" My ears perked up. It was faint, but I recognized Y/n's voice instantly.I crept closer to the door, kneeling down to hear more clearly. Her cries were heart-wrenching, filled with pain and fear. What are they doing to her? The thought made my blood boil. I couldn't bear to hear her suffer. I had to act.

I stood up, ready to storm in and rescue her, but before I could take a step, something hard struck the back of my head. Pain exploded in my skull, and everything turned blurry. My ears rang violently as I clutched my head, stumbling forward. The world around me spun, darkness closing in. I tried to fight it, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. The last thing I heard was the sound of Y/n's anguished cries before unconsciousness claimed me.

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I groaned in pain, clutching my head as I sat up. It took me a moment to adjust to the brightness of the white room. There were no windows, only a stark steel door. I noticed someone sitting in the corner, their presence barely registering at first. Probably a prisoner like me? "Hey?" I called out to get her attention.

She sat there in white robes, her head buried between her knees, arms wrapped tightly around her legs, trying to make herself as small as possible. "HEY! I am talking to you, miss," I repeated, my voice louder this time.

Slowly, she lifted her head. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes filled with tears. I was overwhelmed with both joy at finding her and sorrow at her condition. "Y/n...?" To my surprise, she didn't react. She just sat there like a lifeless doll, her eyes vacant and void of any recognition. She only stared blankly in my direction, unseeing.

I crawled over to her and hugged her tightly. Her body was cold to the touch, causing a spike of panic. I quickly checked her pulse and sighed in relief when I found it steady. "Everything will be fine now. I am here with you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"....."

I tried to warm her up, holding her close. The moment I felt her in my arms, my soul seemed to return to my body. My world came to life again. "I am really sorry," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "I shouldn't have shouted at you that night. You were trying to tell me something, and I was too wrapped up in my own anger. *sniffles* I'm the reason for your condition. I am so sorry, love. I swear I will kill that bastard! How dare he!" My tears of guilt turned into tears of rage.

"....."

"Speak to me, Y/n. I know you're angry. You probably hate me right now. You can kick me, punch me, even sue me, but please talk to me! I can't take this silent treatment anymore! Please..." I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. But she remained motionless, her anger or trauma rendering her silent. I ran my fingers through her hair, cradling her head against my chest. She didn't move, only the faint rise and fall of her chest indicating she was still breathing.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n, please..." I gently lifted her face to lock eyes with her. She couldn't deny me while looking into my eyes. She loves me. She has to. "Please, Y/n, I need you to come back to me," I whispered, my voice full of pleading and love.

Her eyes remained distant, unseeing. I felt my heart shatter all over again. "Please, Y/n, I love you," I whispered, my tears falling onto her pale cheeks. "Come back to me, please..." In that moment, holding her close, I vowed to do whatever it took to bring her back, to make things right. The emptiness in her eyes was more than I could bear. I knew I had to be strong for both of us.

Y/n never answered. She kept staring at me as if I were a stranger. No, she herself was behaving like a doppelganger, an empty shell of the woman I loved. "What's wrong with you? Why are you not saying anything?!" I cupped her face, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please speak! If you want me to go away, then say it aloud. For God's sake, Y/n, please speak out!" I shook her, but she didn't respond. She didn't even blink.

"Are you scared—" I was cut off by the sound of a slow, mocking clap resonating in the room.

"Look at those love birds..." Taehyung—or who I thought was Taehyung—entered with a smirk. 

In an instant, I was on him, my grip tight around his collar. "What have you done to her?!"

"Tsk tsk... I just performed a simple experiment."

I lost it. My fist landed hard on his already bandaged cheek. "How dare you?! How can you even think of hurting her? You spent four years with her!!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. After all, he was my best friend. I never expected to see him like this.

"Stop comparing me with my useless brother. He is dead. I am his twin, Taecyeon."

"T-Taehyung is dead?" I loosened my grip, the horror sinking in. "You k-killed him?" Taecyeon only smirked, which boiled my blood. I punched him again, this time on his nose. "I will kill you! I will give you the worst death!!" I kept pounding his bloody face.

Taecyeon punched me back, splitting my lip. I retaliated with another blow. "Why did you kill him?!"

*TY punch* "Because he was just a pain in the ass."

*JK punch* "You're crazy! You killed your own brother?!"

*TY punch* "So what? Besides, she doesn't even remember her own name, poor you."

His words hit me like a freight train. What does he mean by 'not remember anything'? How could my Y/n forget me? What will I do without her? My eyes widened in shock. "You're lying... right? She's just angry at me, RIGHT Y/N???" I turned to her, hoping for any sign of recognition, but she didn't even glance at me. Taecyeon punched me again.

I forgot to fight back. His words echoed in my mind. I stood there, taking hit after hit. He kicked my stomach, and I collapsed, coughing up blood. "Y/n... please prove him wrong..."

"I like you, you know? I might have let you live if you weren't in my way. But alas..." He chuckled and raised his gun. 

I glared at him through hooded eyes, my mouth bloodied. "Let Y/n go."

"Once you are dead, she will be my possession forever. I will enjoy her whenever I want. She will be the best toy in my collection."

"Shut up!" I tried to stand, but pain crippled me. 

Taecyeon almost pulled the trigger but he stopped, "Idea! How about Y/n kills you?"

"No way! She will never!"

"Let's see." he smirked. "Y/n, come here!"

My girlfriend obeyed him like a robot. "NO! Don't listen to him! Get out of here!!" I tried to bring her back t her senses. 

"Give me your hand, darling." Y/n opened her palm to him. He happily placed the gun in her hand. "Shoot your beloved." She pointed the muzzle at my head. Her eyes were blank, devoid of any emotion. She was unaware of her actions.

Will I die at the hands of my love? Is this how fate is justified? At least Y/n killed me, not that psychopath. People say they can die happily in the hands of their loved one. Hardly do they know what it actually feels like to die in their hands... I will never forgive myself for her being in this condition.

Taecyeon traced his hands along her arms, clasping his fingers with hers. It was a disgusting act, taking advantage of her! I closed my eyes, unable to watch any longer. Helplessness ate me alive.

"Point it at his heart," Taecyeon whispered in her ear. "It beats for you. End him once and for all." He stepped back, giving her space to do the job.

Tears streamed down my closed eyes. It was too much. "Get yourself out of here, Y/n! Live a life. And... don't think about me. Your Jungkook will always love you."

"Jung...kook?" I opened my eyes at her whisper. Her hands were shaking, pupils dilated as if she had realized something. Could it be?

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Yes boi! She remembers you! Go get her, JAYKAY!

Suvo bijaya to all Armies..Jeongsri💜