The Path To Paradise With You (JIN BTS FANFICTION)

Ep 2. The Storm In My Head

Seokjin's POV (for now?)

I try to stay positive. "I will find them, they aren't dead. They can't be. I was with them just days before. Hell, we had even met up with Namjoon and Yoongi. This doesn't make sense.." I mumble.

The fragility of my mind slowly crumbles. "I'm starting to lose myself to you.. Sunshine.."

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The food on the table infront of me has gone cold. I stopped eating it a few minutes ago. How could I eat at a time like this? Sunshine, they aren't with me. They aren't around me.

And they tell me lies, about where they are. Making me tell lies... about where they are. I hate it here.
The sound of raindrops pattering on the window next to me snaps me out of my pitiful trance as I look around the deserted 'lunch hall' for the 40th time today.

"It's the same.. its always the same." I mutter under my breath. I stare at the almost untouched food at my disposal infront of me. A spoon is buried deep into a bowl of unrecognisable sludge. The glass of water seems to be cloudy and mirky, like it has been tampered with. I look up. The doctor is sitting across from me.

"You haven't eaten, psychopath. Eat. Or I'll have to make you." It's like she's spitting venom at me with each word she vomits. She makes my life here worse.

"I'll escape. I'll see them again, and I'll make sure you will all pay." I shout.
A sharp pain rattles through my body. I scream in agony. The taser leaves my side as I bring myself upright, swaying on my seat as my handcuffs rattle.

"Do that again Seokjin, I dare you. I urge you to remember that you are here because of the crash. Not for some intervention." She jabs the taser into my chest this time, holding it down so that I can't push it off. I scream in pain, clawing at my chest and shaking uncontrollably.

"FINE, FUCK." I screamed, clutching my chest as I helplessly peer out the window.

The executioner smiled. She ordered the officers to take me to my cell.
My session was about to start. I lose all sense of touch. The minions pull me from my chair and drag me across the hallway.

Their wails and moans never seem to stop. I can hear them clawing at the doors of their prisons, begging and pleading for death. It was soothing, in a way. It reminded me of Sunshine.. my Sunshine.

"Leave him on the floor." She orders. They throw me carelessly onto the stone I called my bed. I curse under my breath as I sit up and back myself into the corner. How pathetic, I thought. What if they saw me like this?

I can feel a paining sensation in my left arm. I look down to see a syringe punctured into my shoulder. I look up once more to see the doctor's pale eyes printing into mine. My surroundings start to change again. My mind follows suit, crumbling into a different state depravity as normal.

"Sir, we can check on you now." The doctor sweetly sings. I'm in my hospital bed. I look down to my torso. The tattoo is still there. The doctor follows my gaze to the tattoo.

"Who's name is that?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. I glare at her.

"Sunshine. My only Sunshine." I say, monotonous look on my face.

"Ah.. I see." She says. She leans closer to my side on the bed. "It's checkup time now" she smiles.

I visualise the memories of me and Sunshine as I space out, ignoring the doctor’s useless rambles.
I can still remember the chair I bound them to. I can still remember claiming you, my love. Where are they? Where have you gone Sunshine?

My daydreams are interrupted by the shouts of the doctor.
"God's Sake listen to me Sir! I can't check on you if you ignore my treatment" she shouts. I swivel my head to her direction.

"Where are they." I blatantly ask. She frowns. She takes a thermometer and checks my head, placing it with a gentle push against my forehead. I want to hit her hand away. The only person who can touch me if my sweetheart. Only them.

As if reading my mind, the doctor looks into my eyes. "I just want to help, nothing more" she retreats her hand away from my face, it landing in her lap.

I look at her with honest hatred. She reminds me of the executioner.
Reality hits fast and hard as I start to mentally panic. I try to move my hands, then realise they have been strapped to the bed. My surroundings drastically change as I struggle against my bindings.

I'm back in my cell. The executioner stares at me with annoyance prevalent in her eyes. I stop struggling, glaring at her.

She sighs. "You didn't even last two minutes this time. When are you going to realise that it's hopeless. You're hopeless, Seokjin." She spits.

I want to die. But I can't. I need to find them first. Then we'll both die together. Maybe.. holding each other. Like before. Just like before.
...God, I miss them.