After walking to what seems to be hours, (Y/N)—alone, hungry, and cold— knew she needed to rest or her troubled mind will begin turning on itself, clouding her with doubts and fears. She's beginning to feel that she had mistaken her own calmness of the situation for a readiness to take on more, to deal with more. Perhaps, it once was. Though, not anymore. Now it's nothing but exhaustion, silent and somber, her hoping for a rest from the waves caused by the storms.

"Fuck," (Y/N) curses underneath her breath.

She stopped her tracks, then ripped a part of her shirt to wrap around her wounded leg. A wince escaped her mouth as blood continued to pour out. It felt as if a stake is being hammered repeatedly on her injury, the strikes radiating so much pain that she had to stop and sit down, her head thrown back, eyes shut, lips sealed, all in an attempt to ignore this torment.

She lie still, her breathing shallow.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

Panic grows within her.

The veins that once hid underneath her skin began gaining unnatural colors and her complexion turned incredibly pale. (Y/N)'s chest heaved up and down. She found breathing difficult. Her muscles feel as though they are burning from inside out with an acid— sufficient enough to make her feel like her cells have been replaced with a rusting metal that's ready to collapse on itself.

"How does it feel?" She heard a faint of Yoongi's voice.

Her head snaps back, expecting him, but found no one. There's a discomfort in her chest... then it sets in deeper as more voices appeared and images of the boys entered her peripheral vision, but the moment she set her eyes on them, they disappear like no one was there. She had the urge to run, escape, and hide, but she was bounded to the ground.

"Does it hurt?" She hears his voice again.

(Y/N) shakes her head, hands covering her ears. "This isn't real. He isn't here (Y/N), it's just in your head," she reassured herself.

"You know you always have me when what you feel is too much," he says as she stood up, beginning to walk once more. She ignores the male's taunts yet the panic grows stronger into her journey as her mental faculties give way to the emotions she desperately wanted to conceal. "You should know by now Kitten that I have what you need."

"What I need..?" (Y/N) whispers under her breath, her tracks slowing down from hearing his words.

She was confused. Why is her mind constructing an image of the boys, specifically Yoongi? Better yet, how is her mind perfectly replicating his way of thinking?

It doesn't make sense.

After taking her time to understand the situation, despite her difficulties, she somewhat understood the level of her predicament— the reason of her unexplained hallucination of the man she wretchedly wants dead. It all began with her wound. As soon as it bled, her mind went haywire, it's as if it's been reconstructed in a way to stop humanly instincts to survive. She felt like a child under stress.

She thought, maybe these hallucinations was the last straw of her brain attempting to help her before it's destroyed. And she thought that what her brain is trying to tell her is that this is Yoongi's doing— Yoongi's poison. This idea of her's was at first absurd to say the least, yet it made perfect sense. She looked back at Jungkook's sudden illness and the perspicacity of Yoongi's remarks regarding the liquid (Y/N) discovered in the kitchen.

"Are you piecing it all together kitten?" Yoongi asks in a hushed tone. "I have what you need to survive... to live. Come back to me please."

"My brain might be dying, but I'm not dumb enough to go back to you," she hissed maliciously, "but... but I am dumb enough to go back to someone else."

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(Y/N) wake from her slumber. Her heart thumped loudly, acting as an audible warning to keep herself alerted. Sleeping had become a dangerous thing— she hated it. First because it was waste of time. Second, she doesn't know what could happen during her sleep.

After the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving, (Y/N) couldn't bare to start a new day; she knew that this day will pass as if she'd drank the night before and now experiencing a hangover, though not from the alcohol itself, but from the nightmares that demand solutions.

"You're awake."

(Y/N) nearly jumped from the bed. She turned her body to face him, chest heaving up and down.

"How are you feeling?" He inquires in a professional manner, repeating the same words he'd said over and over again throughout the years in his line. Though this time, Seokjin couldn't be more perfect; he attended (Y/N) as if she was his last patient. His eyes checked the color of her skin, if it was lighter or the same, wound she obtain not too long ago, and the overall condition of her body.

"I'm feeling alright..."

It took a great effort for her to sound nonchalant. She pushed the sound of her winces back down to her throat as she sits up. And in doing so, (Y/N) avoided his eyes that demanded answers.

"Don't avoid me, (Y/N)."

He walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge. There was a moment of a chilly silence, one where they didn't speak. (Y/N) hugged herself as her head travels down to her sheets, but before she could fully do so, Seokjin lifted her head with his index finger. He craved her undivided attention— he wanted to see those fearless and indefatigable eyes that exposed her bare soul.

"The chaos you've brought upon the mansion was a sight to see," he snickers, "you should've seen everyone's expressions, including mine."

She didn't want to hear anything, but she also wanted to hear everything.

"I was surprised of course. But my heart didn't plummet down the same way as the others. They were angry and destructive. They cursed at you. Belittled you."

(Y/N) slightly flinched as Seokjin softly caresses her cheeks with his thumb. She releases the tension that suffocated her body, learning to relax herself at his familiar touch.

"And there I was, watching everything. I thought to myself... how you were feeling. I could bare the thought of you leaving me, but not bare the thought of you getting hurt."

He sighed. "Talk to me (Y/N). Please..."

"I... I don't know if I can fully trust you," she quivered.

"I am not them."

"I want to believe that you're not."

"Then why do you keep comparing me to them?!"

"Because I can't fucking relax!" She screamed, her voice scratching the walls of her throat as she vented her fury. "Everywhere I look, I see them, I hear them. They don't leave my mind and my body. You can't blame me. I want to survive. To fucking live. But I have no plans nor allies strong enough to fight those monsters."

"I can be your ally, (Y/N). I can!"

"You really expect me to believe that? You probably just helped me because of your guilt, because of the oath you took when you became a doctor. You're the great Kim Seokjin who saves people's lives so of course you jump to action when someone is in need. I can't trust you, especially because the ones I'm up against are your own blood and friends you consider as family."

"You say that you can't trust me? Then why all this trouble?? You successfully escaped the house, but as you said, you risked it all by calling me. So why do that in the first place? If you're so scared of me becoming like my brothers, then what did you expect of me after I helped you?! Tell me (Y/N), what did you expect after I help you, huh? Did you expect me to leave you here, all by yourself?"

"Yes," her voice croaked. As Seokjin's heart twisted at the sound of her broken voice, he loosens his hold of her wrist. "I expected you to leave me, to tell me that this was the first and last time you're helping me and after that, our connections are severed. It's easier to think that way so it wouldn't hurt as much later on..."

In fact, she didn't want him to leave her.

"I want to survive, Seokjin."

And without him, she didn't know if life is worth all the troubles.

"Do you really want me to be your enemy that bad, (Y/N)?"

No, she doesn't. Even if it was just one night, she found comfort only in him.

"Yes. Your whole family is my enemy."

"Is that all I am to you? Your enemy? Nothing else?"

"Believe me," she was fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "You are nothing else to me, Kim Seokjin."

Of course she was lying and Seokjin knew that.

"You love me," Seokjin said, breathlessly.

Yes, (Y/N) does love him. My god she loves him so much that if the other boys didn't exist and there isn't any eminent danger, she wouldn't hesitate to take him for herself. There are so many things she wants to do to him. From kissing his luscious lips to blinding his eyes so he wouldn't dare spare a glance to other women.

"We both know that we aren't a match made in heaven," she chuckles, "we never mixed like the light wind and soft drizzle in a spring afternoon. You were more like a hurricane and I, a tornado, two different things that never collides, one that spins away from the other."

Seokjin stood up and looked down on her. "But those two things leave something in common. Destruction. And you and I both crave it."

A small curve caressed her lips.

"Rest well (Y/N). I'll check up on you again later."

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Seokjin found himself stuck in a corner as he watched (Y/N)'s body writhe in pain from the poison. He wanted to applaud Yoongi for creating something so complex, so difficult cure. Though, Seokjin wouldn't simply use both his hands to do so, rather he'd only use one and the other is Yoongi's cheek. He'd applaud Yoongi so much so his cheeks would begin to crack and bleed, and teeth would fall from his gums.

"I am gravely thankful for Jimin for once. If he had never tortured that bastard, he'd still be working in the market," Seokjin whispers to himself, "Yoongi would've made my job so much harder with all the patients he could've brought in."

Luckily, the poison wasn't created to mimic a virus that spreads illness. No... this one is designed to kill the host slowly and painfully. A few drops of it and the decay had already spread throughout her leg. The tissue surrounding her wound darkened, as if it's ready to snap off her body. He wasn't so sure if (Y/N) will have the ability to use this legs of her's ever again.

Upon further inspection, the poison made the host docile and emotionally vulnerable. Perhaps that was the reason why (Y/N) was so inclined on calling Seokjin in the first place. In a way, this poison helped Seokjin understand (Y/N)'s innermost thoughts.

"Ugh..." (Y/N) whimpers in her sleep.

Her hands grasps the sheets underneath her as an incessant pain increased in the nook of her head. The small pulses it emitted gave false hope of an end. It went so low that it felt like it's going to stop, but it only bounces back up. She clasps her head, sweat dripping from her temple, with her hands. It's as if though her blood has become acid, one that has the intent of destroying the agonizing female from inside out.

Seokjin felt so helpless.

He could only hope that the remedy he hastily created do it's trick. His whole body shook, bones rattling as the fear of something terrible loomed before him. Seokjin pushes those unwanted thoughts out of his mind, but his heart that pounded so hard against his chest, jerking his veins over and over again kept reminding him of his upcoming failure.

Seokjin knows that what he made wasn't enough.

It was never enough to begin with.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, he felt his phone vibrating inside his pocket. He took it out and read the phone caller's ID.

'Speak of the Devil. Min Yoongi.'

"Hello?" Seokjin answered.

"Where are you?"

"At my office in the hospital," he lied.

"You're working in a time like this?" Yoongi asked, annoyance lacing his tone. He grunted, mouth opening wide as he yawns. Yoongi glides through a hall, dragging his feet behind him and stopped in front of a door. His hand twisted the knob and entered. "Listen here. We're on a time crunch right now and I need to get your ass here."

"I'm not even going to apologize. I'm here saving people's lives instead of taking them like you and the others. And what in the seven hells are you even talking about? Did you find something?"

Yoongi clicks his tongue. He sat himself on a rolling chair and swung his feet on the air before resting them on top of a desk. "Maybe."

"If you're not going to say anything important. I'm going to hang u—"

"I need you to analyze some blood samples we found on the fence. Namjoon being the asshole he is, yelled at my face for creating something like this, but hey I'm just taking extra measures since all of us have enemies that want our heads on a spike. Anyways, I need to know if the blood is either Yoonah's or (Y/N)'s. Let's just hope it's Yoonah's."

"A-And if it's (Y/N)'s?"

Yoongi gnaws the inside of his cheeks. "Then you better hurry your ass up cause we don't have a lot of time. If it is her blood, then she'll be dead in less than a week."

Seokjin's heart dropped.

He was silent for a moment. Then he gathered his courage to say something, anything. "Okay, I'll be right there," he said before hanging up.

In a subconscious gesture of odium, Yoongi's nose wrinkled upwards. He drew his head backwards to rest against the chair and sighed. As he closed his eyes, he let his hands rest on top of the armrest cushion.

"Kim Seokjin," he chuckles as he says his name. "Kim fucking Seokjin."

Yoongi dissolves in a puddle of laughter, his stomach shaking as he fights another round that clawed it's way up his throat. He felt like he was going insane. He needed (Y/N). She owns him. She dominates his every action and thought. And without her, he might as well sleep until he dies.

The male stood up and exited the room with a solemn look on his face.

A woman dressed in a white lab coat brushes his shoulders. "Oh Mr. Min, did you get what needed from Mr. Kim's office?"

Yoongi tilted his head slightly and smirked. "Yes, I got all of it."

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A/N

LONG TIME NO SEE!!! Hi hello how are you guys? It's been two years since I updated (maybe more lol)

Anyways, hope you guys liked the chapter! I haven't written in a fat minute.

See y'all again :))

—France