"L-Lucas?"

(Y/N)'s facial expression sank faster than a penny on a fountain, her skin became icy and pale as she tried to keep the stability on her foot.

Thoughts comes and goes, never straying too long for her to decipher the emotions they tried to convey. She was unsure if she should be happy that Lucas, the man who saved her from her abusive boyfriend, or distraught that seeing him again for the first time after that night is when he's laying unconscious on the bed.

(Y/N)'s hands began shaking uncontrollably as she looked at Seokjin straight in the eyes. "Is... is his real name Wong Yuk Hei?"

"Yes— Wait do you know him?" Seokjin questioned.

(Y/N) nodded. "Y-Yes. I know him very well."

Seokjin searched his mind for a way to pierce the heavy and cumbersome atmosphere that strained their lungs to properly breathe. (Y/N) fell mute, her head stuck in her own world as she held Seokjin's hands tightly in comfort. Meanwhile with Hoseok, he left the two right after delivering the news— he couldn't bare seeing (Y/N) with Seokjin far longer; he wanted to pull her away but he knew (Y/N) will only protest against his selfish action.

"(Y/N)-ah..." Seokjin lifted her hand close to his lips, pecking her soft skin as an act of reassurance. He took a breath, thumbs caressing her hands. "Do you want to see him?"

"Ye-yes please. If... if you'll let me."

"Of course I'll let you," he gently smiled. The two parted from his office and headed to the room designated for patients Seokjin brings home to either study or closely monitor. He looked at (Y/N) once in a while discreetly to make sure she was okay, that she's mentally stable to face a man unknown to him.

'What was their past?' Seokjin thought.

And why does (Y/N) look so emotionally attached to this man despite saying so little words regarding him? Perhaps it was her mannerisms that gave away the amount of care she has for Lucas. Seokjin disliked the thought of (Y/N) having a history with his patient. He too desired to mean something great to girl he fancied.

"Wong Yuk Hei, age 20. He was born in January 25, 1999 in Sha Tin, Hong Kong to Chinese parents," Seokjin said as they stopped in front of the door containing Lucas' unconscious body. "3 years ago, the year of 2016, he was found deep in the forest with a severe case of concussion— that's what it was in the beginning but as time grew, his conditioned worsened. It lead him into a state of comatose till this day. All that's written about him is his birthday, parents, and where he was born. The rest— it was wiped out."

The world slowed down. As Seokjin opened the door, it's as of he had reopened an old scar (Y/N) had. She fought the nervous swirls that braided in her weak stomach and the tears that threatened to fall.

"Luc-Lucas..." (Y/N) bent down to her knees next to his bed. "I missed you. I missed you so much. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to see you again."

Seokjin kneeled down behind her to wrap his arms around her chest. "(Y/N) tell me what happened. How did he end up like this? I want to help him, but first, I need to know how he got here."

"Lucas and I were just friends who met at college," she equivocated. The way her voice sounded flat and cold sent chills down Seokjin's spine. "We use to hang out every single day until I met another man who became my boyfriend. My boyfriend was my first love, my first relationship so when he began doing things that were abnormal, I thought it was alright... but things began to escalate. He would often isolate me from my friends and things started to become abusive. He trapped me inside of freezing room without any of my clothes for days because I hang out with Lucas just once."

(Y/N) gulped the lump on her throat, staring into nothing absentmindedly. "Then one night I was dragged into a forest by my hair. I didn't know what was happening. I was starving. And I didn't have any energy in me. Luckily, Lucas followed us because I haven't been answering his texts nor his phone calls. He went to my house but saw no one so of course, he went to my boyfriend's where he saw my boyfriend dragging me into a car."

"A-And," (Y/N) broke out into a wailing sobs as she held Seokjin's arm tightly. "Lucas found me, getting beaten to death. He told me to run and assured to me that he can take care of my boyfriend. I hesitated, but Lucas screamed for me to go. After that night I never saw him again. Please Seokjin. Please make Lucas better. I need him to be alive. Please I beg you."

(Y/N)'s head began throbbing painfully the longer she cried. She felt like someone had shot her straight in the head then breaking her skull piece by piece; she could barely hear Seokjin muttering promising words to her— all she could focus on was the pain of that moment as the world slipped away from her fingers.

"A-And..." she whispered, voice barely audible. "Mrs. Park was there... she helped me. She did something to me."

"(Y/N)?" Seokjin shook her as her eyelids began dropping low. "What's did Mrs. Park do you to? (Y/N)? Answer!"

"I..." her breath was becoming low, her headache now feeling like a glass shattering to pieces, the sharp daggers piercing every inch of her brain. "I remember her saying... she's going to hide the truth away from me."

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June 16, 2019
Sunday
3:00 am

(Y/N)'s eyes shot out wide, finding herself profusely sweating on her own bed she doesn't even remember being in. Her eyes darted at the night stand, seeing a piece of paper containing a hand-written note.

'To my stupid and ungrateful brat,

You suffered a simple fainting spell either by shock of Lucas' arrival or stress. Your vitals and stats are fine. When you wake up, make sure take a shower— you stink. Oh! And eat too. Feel free to come to my office and if I'm not there, go to my room. I'll happily dine with you, no matter how late it could be.

—Seokjin'

"Stuck up narcissistic prince," (Y/N) smiled.

She sauntered towards her private bathroom, stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. God. Her mind is in absolute shreds. (Y/N) turned the dial releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening her hair and trickled down her back. After doing her normal routine, (Y/N) exited the shower and out of her bathroom without a towel around her body. 'God where did I leave my towel?! I swear I left it on the sin—'

"Are you looking for this?" Jimin pointed at the towel on his lap. He licked his lips as he eyed her naked body up and down.

"J-Jimin what are you doing here?!? Get out!!"

"Don't try to cover yourself now," he chuckled ominously as he stood up from his sitting position on her bed, throwing the towel far on the other side where (Y/N) couldn't reach and pinned her hands against the wall with one hand. "You really thought you could leave just like that with Yoonah?! Yes I know that you're leaving for America. News travels fast here (Y/N)."

He leans his head at the crooked of her neck, placing a sinful kiss. "No matter what I fucking do, I can't get you out of my fucking head," he chuckled, his voice vibrating against her skin. "And when I heard that you were leaving, I... I thought I was gonna fuckin insane."

"You're already insane," (Y/N) spat, immediately regretting her words as Jimin gripped her jaw with his free hand harshly.

"We're insane," Jimin said.

"I'm not like you Park Ji Min."

"Not yet babygirl," he whispered to her ears. "Not yet."

Jimin laughed as (Y/N) struggled underneath his grip. He snaked his hand on her throat, slowly descending down in between her chest and stopped at her pelvis. (Y/N) gasped, body shivering as he swirled his fingers on her pelvis in a teasing manner.

(Y/N) kneed him in the stomach without hesitation. Jimin crouched down, letting his hands rest on his knees as he coughed. The female smirked in victory but as the boy stood straight, there was a sickening smile on his face. He used the back of his palm to wipe the saliva dripping from his lips— feeling the familiar static energy pulsing through his veins
when (Y/N) struck him with so much power.

He wanted more.

More of her destruction.

More of her.

"You want me to be insane Park Ji Min?!" She screamed, pushing him to the bed. "Oh I'm going to be fucking insane alright!!"

All that rage, that frustration she bottled up inside came out faster than magma. It consumed all that she was, the girl that was once so delicate. Jimin shriveled before her as she saddled on top of him, her teeth clenching hard as she gripped his jaw, just the way he was doing to her earlier. But as she was about to raise her hand to slap the boy and put him in place, her mind snapped back to its original self— realizing how she became the worst type of person she abhorred. 'W-what am I doing?!? What happened to me?! How could I snap like that?!'

(Y/N) sucked in a breath. She pulled herself away from Jimin. "Get out. Get out now."

"Nope. I'm staying for the night," Jimin made himself comfortable to her bed and smirked.

"Fuck you Park Jimin. At least turn your ass around to let me change in peace." (Y/N) sighed. With all the adrenaline and violence, her being naked for the whole duration slipped from her mind. She was sure Jimin was enjoying every moment of it and that disgusted her.

"Then put them on, I'm not stopping you," the boy smirks as he crosses his arms. (Y/N) glared at him with a shocked pickachu face.

"Ji—"

"The more you stand there naked, the more it's tempting me (Y/N). And I assure you, no matter how much I try to look away, I'm afraid that's not fuckin possible."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of his hyung's voice inside of (Y/N)'s room.

The bunny boy just finished his late-late-late night snack and was going back to his own room, but the screams and loud thuds halted his steps in front of his noona's room, peaking on the slight slit of the door to appease his curiosity. His wide doe eyes widen at the sight of his noona naked in front of Jimin, heart aching terribly from betrayal. Jungkook slapped his hands over his mouth to muffle his gasp as he stepped away, foot missing a few steps.

'He's going to take (Y/N) away from me. She's back and he's going to take her away from me. (Y/N) why are you so acting different around him compared to me? (Y/N) this hurts. Why are you hurting me?!' Tears streams down his cheeks as he bites his lips that blood bled through from the cracks. 'Jimin hyung has to go. He has to go. I'm the only person that (Y/N) needs. She need me. Not him. She won't give in into his temptations.'

The boy pulls a paper and the pen from his pocket. The tension of his muscles worsened, an inability to think clearly soon followed. He smashes the paper and the pen to the floor and began writing aggressively. Suddenly his ability for nuance and emotional generosity disappeared.

Jungkook became alert and fled the scene quickly and went straight to Jimin's room, slipping the piece of paper under the door.

"Hickory dickory dock,
Jimin hyung is on the clock.
I greatly fear
The end is near.
Hickory dicky dock."