TRIGGER WARNING: mind control, depression, implied rape.

It's pitch black. There's not a single light in whatever room Hoseok and that demon have put Jungkook in.

This talk consisted mostly of silence, keeping him on edge for the duration he's been holed up in this damn prison. No bathroom privileges, no food, no water. Actually, it's worse than being in a jail cell.

Jungkook half expects Hoseok and the other guy, whoever he is, to leave him be so he can wallow in the darkness with nothing but his thoughts. But he knows they're letting him permeate in his guilt and fear. He's sure he reeks of it, and they obviously love the stench, which is now mixed with his sweat.

The longer he stays in the room, the hotter it gets. There's no ventilation or air conditioning. If there were, he probably wouldn't be as miserable as he currently is.

The heat amplifies everything Jungkook is feeling, not just his body's reaction in an attempt to keep him cool.

Jungkook's shirt is sticking to him like a second skin. His jeans are much tighter too. Even his hair is dripping with sweat. It's like he just got out of the shower, but he's left feeling dirtier than he's ever been. Physically speaking that is.

Nothing trumps what he did to you.

He's given several excuses to explain his behavior, mainly to himself to try and justify his actions, but the truth is, he could've stopped it all before it got out of hand.

Dying put it all in perspective for him, thinking back on all the things he shouldn't have done. The first is how he shouldn't have been looking at an explicit photo of you in such a public and crowded space. He shouldn't have turned up the brightness of the screen, telling himself everyone there was preoccupied with alcohol and their own agendas.

Turns out, obviously, he wasn't alone. Hoseok had been sitting on the bar stool next to him.

"Is that your girlfriend?" He asked, taking a sip of what Jungkook presumed to be whiskey, but he was buzzed himself.

He should've put his phone away right after that and left. Instead, he faced Hoseok with a half-lidded expression and smirked, proud that the girl displayed on the screen was all his.

"Yeah, she is." He brought the phone closer to him, shielding it slightly so that only the two of them could see. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Very," Hoseok hummed in lustful appreciation. "She's spread out nicely, and at that angle? Hmm, must've left a strong impression. I know it is for me. I can only imagine the pretty sounds she makes in bed."

What should've served as a warning only urged Jungkook on, because what harm could there possibly be having a sexually inclined discussion about you to a complete stranger he would never see again?

The next time Jungkook saw Hoseok, he wasn't alone. He didn't know it then, the presence of an otherworldly being, but that unease he felt, that dull fear he blamed on his nerves, was because of the demon he saw tonight was there.

He knows that now more than ever when he felt those same emotions, only ten-fold as the demon had shown himself.

Jungkook can feel it still, just faintly in the room he's locked in.

This is all his fault. He's stupid, naive, and arrogant. If he had been a better person, cared even a little bit more, none of this would've happened.

That night, he should've gone home the moment you had sent that text message, tempting him with a sight too impossible to resist. But what was harder to ignore was the opportunity to obscenely brag about you.

So, he sat there, making crude remarks about your body, drinking in every suggestion Hoseok gave him when you'd have sex. One of which included having a third person involved.

Jungkook didn't know it had all been a ploy for something much more sinister, but anyone in their right mind would've started a bar fight with some of the things Hoseok had said.

You're a fucking asshole, Jungkook.

You yelled that to him the moment you found out, and he finds himself thinking it too at this moment.

Because it's true. Every insult you threw his way after what happened is true.

Jungkook jolts in the corner he put himself in when the door to the room opens. Light from outside spills in, and it feels like it's the first time he's seen it in days.

"You look horrible, Kook." A thrill of terror runs down Jungkook's spine at the soft voice that speaks.

The dark-haired demon crouches to look Jungkook straight in the eye. He inhales deeply and smiles. It's not at all comforting. "It's been a while since I've had this effect on someone. I forgot just how good it feels."

A hand comes up to Jungkook's face and wipes his hair to the side. Because of how drenched it is, it stays put.

"You're due for a bath, Kook. Come."

The last word is spoken differently. It's more commanding, powerful. Whatever magic the demon uses has Jungkook's body comply without a moment's hesitation. Even if he doesn't want to, it's out of his control.

Jungkook follows him out of the room. He has to close his eyes with how bright the light is out in the hallway, and though he can't see, his legs know where to take him.

And that's wherever the demon goes.

He tries to stop walking, but it's useless.

"You're not going anywhere, Kook. I made sure of that."

Jungkook's eyes snap open. Is that why he was in that room for so long?

"Yes," the demon answers his thoughts. "I can't influence your resolve, but the longer you're around me, the more control I have. Ergo, where you go, I go."

So, then he just has to get away from him.

The demon laughs with a sneer. "Try all you'd like, Kook. I love to see you squirm."

Stop calling me that!

"Would it be better if I said it looking like her?"

Within a step, the demon in front of Jungkook reshapes into a familiar figure. When he turns around, Jungkook's eyes meet the warmth of your gaze, except it's not really you.

His blood runs cold.

"I'd like to avoid this method of torture, Kook. I prefer silence. I'd rather not deal with that kind of headache."

Jungkook doesn't even blink before the demon turns back into himself.

"Now," the demon pauses, opening another door, "let's rid you of that awful smell."

Jungkook goes in first. Inside the room, is a bathtub filled to the brim with water. The rest of the space is empty except for the lone chair in front of the tub, on which the demon takes a seat.

If he could, Jungkook would run away right then, but all he does he stand still, awaiting what he's supposed to do next.

"Strip."

His body moves on its own accord, removing all his clothes. Though he's relieved to be out of those jeans, he doesn't like how exposed he currently is.

"Get in and lather yourself."

Jungkook desperately wishes he had control of himself. He doesn't want to be vulnerable in front of the demon, especially not like this, but he can't do anything.

He gets in the tub and starts washing as told, aware that the demon is watching his every move. He feels sick to his stomach, the fear not once leaving him.

When he's almost done, he thinks that maybe this will be it, that this is all the demon will have him do, but the thought stops short.

"I said I wanted silence, Kook. You've been really loud the entire time we've been here. Just can't shut your mind off can you?"

Jungkook becomes acutely aware that the demon can hear his every thought.

Shit.

"We're going to have to do something about that vulgarity."

Jungkook sucks in a shaky breath. It's not good to feel scared for such an extended amount of time. He wonders how long he'll last with this intense feeling of distress.

"How about we test that theory? I am starving."

The demon leans forward on the chair, hungrily licking his lips at a disheveled and fear-stricken Jungkook.

"This should be fun."

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Jungkook curls up into a ball on the bed the demon was merciful enough to give him, along with a new room, but he wants to go back into the darkness of the other one and hide in it.

He thumbs his torn lip that he bit on harshly enough to break the skin. When he pulls his hand away, he catches a glimpse of blood. It hasn't scabbed over yet even though it's been hours. The gash is deep nor has it been treated properly. It likely never will, and there would a scar there as proof.

This isn't what he had in mind when he came to make things right, but he has to admit he's deserving of it, the torture.

If past Jungkook saw him now, he'd look at him in disgust, or maybe, it would serve as a wake-up call.

He knows he shouldn't be thinking. Jimin said, more than once, that he liked the silence, but not having thoughts would be like not existing, which is probably what the demon would want anyway.

But he had said that he didn't want to lose Jungkook, whatever he meant by that.

Figuring out why would be difficult considering Jungkook isn't alone even in his own mind. He hugs his legs to his chest, nuzzling his head between his knees.

Honestly, he doesn't know what to do now that he's here. He should just stay and take the beatings. Maybe they would leave you alone if he surrendered himself, not like he hasn't already done that, but if he said it clearly, they might consider it.

Lying here, thinking of the danger he put you in, hurts a lot. His heart is heavy with guilt and shame. It all weighs on him so much that it feels like he's drowning in an ocean of his assholery.

"Get some rest, Jungkook."

Jungkook bolts into a sitting position and glances at the door that remains closed. That's weird. He swears he heard someone speak. His gaze travels the length of the room, from the door past the empty wall in front of him and to the barred window on the other side.

It's not the demon's voice, but he recognizes it.

-

"Save her. I'm giving you one last chance to."

-

The reaper.

"Hello?" Jungkook looks back to the door, a bit surprised he's able to use his voice right now. He couldn't speak at all when the demon was around.

"I'm not there," she says. He lays back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "It's better if you don't talk, Jungkook. He's created a link between you two. He'll know something isn't right."

Then what should I do? He thinks, but the reaper quickly tells him not to do that either.

"Just listen. He can't hear me, only you can," she trails off.

"It took me a while to find you, Jungkook. He's hidden you quite well, but I also bridged a connection between us when I brought you back to life. That allows me to converse with you. I'm having trouble detecting anyone else in the building you're in, which means either one of two things. He's trying to keep me out, or it's just you and him there."

The reaper sucks in an exasperated breath. "If that's the case, then everyone he was involved with is dead."

Jungkook stills at the information. That would explain why there were no guards in the hallway when the demon came for him. He hadn't really thought too much about it before, and he tries not to think about it now.

He needs to listen.

"I've looked into it, but I can't find any records of anyone in his organization dying. He must have a reaper working for him. They're trying to keep this off the radar. You need to be careful.

"This demon is an incubus. The stronger the link he has with you, the more he's capable of doing. He can make you see things that aren't real. He'll try and do anything to weaken your willpower.

"You need to fight it, Jungkook."

That's easier said than done. He doesn't know the first thing on how to do that. It's disheartening feeling like he's useless, that there's nothing he can do.

The reaper must feel it too. "Jimin's already done something to you, hasn't he?"

All Jungkook does is let out a dejected sigh. Finally learning the demon's name somehow makes the situation worse.

"We have even less time then if he's been physically intimate with you."

Hearing those words makes what happened feel all the more real. Jungkook is about ready to hurl, to which he does. He rushes to the trash by the door, emptying his stomach into the bin.

"The second you entirely give into self-pity is the moment he wins, Jungkook. You're not worthless. You weren't before when you were alive, and you aren't now. Yes, you made mistakes, but you're trying to make things right. If you don't believe me, hold onto the belief that Y/n does, because Jungkook, she still does.

"She still loves you."

He sobs into the bin, letting the tears pool and fall into it. For the first time since he's been here, whether it's been days or weeks, he feels hope.

He hopes he'll make things right in the end. He hopes you and all his friends can live freely and be happy. He hopes that after all this, you won't hate him.

Mostly, he hopes that Jimin can feel his resolve being strengthened. That no matter how badly the demon wants him to give up, he won't.

He's going to save you, even though it'll kill him.

a/n: i know that in a past chapter, i had said there may be some violence and slight gore, but then i thought this route made more sense as jimin is an incubus. yes, i know incubi only have sex with women, but he has gone off the rails and is not following what an incubus would typically do. this ended up taking a much darker route than i had initially planned, and i feel really icky after writing something so upsetting. i'm sorry for any of you that struggled reading through this, know that i struggled writing it too...

the next chapter will be a flashback that will have this chapter make more sense, specifically the part where the reaper is talking to jungkook. what are your thoughts on jungkook now? next chapter will have more character development, so i am excited to get that part out.

also, how are you feeling about the foreshadowing at the end of this chapter, about jungkook dying when this is all over?

lastly, there are about 8 to 10 chapters left of this story. it's strange to think about this book coming to end, especially since i've changed the plot a bit since i first started writing this. i do look forward to going back and editing the chapters for all the plot holes and errors.

i hope you will stay to the end. thank you for reading!