Deviant

two

~Weird~

How old is he? I remember asking Naeun as I raised my hand and wrapped my fingers tightly around the bars, Jungkook's sleeping form beyond the solid cold steel bringing a smile on my face. He was holding tightly a pillow and it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"20 years old." She responded.

"So, he was 14 when he came all alone here?"

"Yes. It seems that way."

He is younger than me. I said to myself.
The next day, I tightened my grip on the white shirt I was carrying with me.
He seemed so defenseless and lonely.

"What about his family?" I asked Naeun the other day.

"No one came to visit him. I guess he has no one." She answered me.

Or maybe they don't know where he is?

Those piercing eyes, I couldn't get them out of my mind. The way he stared at me the first time we've met, I could have sworn that he actually could read my mind. And I was wondering if he was somehow conscious in that short moment before Naeun gave him his medicine.
She told me clearly to not delay giving it to him more than 30 minutes, or things will get worse.
What did she want to say by that?

"Ready?" The redheaded guard who was assigned to help me on my first day smiled at me warmly before taking the key from my hand and unlocking the cell.

He entered first, then opening the door wider, he waited for me to also step inside.
I had to change his shirt. Because of the serum which was constantly injected into him, he was sweating badly, so he had to be changed twice per day. And as well I had to introduce that weird serum in his blood every night and morning. And... I had mixed feelings about all of this. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Why did I have to have such a weak heart?

"Hi, Jungkook. I came to change your shirt." I forced a smile when I saw him already getting up from the bed. It was like he already knew what will come. And I was wondering if he was aware of what was happening around him. If he was conscious.
Or he was like a little animal trained to act this way and be obedient?

Of course, he couldn't be handcuffed when I had to change his clothes, the only thing the guard could do was to put a collar around his neck with a chain attached to a leather belt around his waist. From the belt were two chains that the guard held on to until the clothing process was coming to an end. For my safety, he had to be cautious and prepared for anything Jungkook may do.
But... Jungkook didn't seem to move an inch or a single muscle. Since we opened the door, the only thing he did was to get out of bed and that was all.

I approached him with unsure steps before hesitantly lifting my hands to grab the bottom hem of his shirt, my eyes never leaving his emotionless features. Making sure that he will not take me by surprise and strangle me or something.
Yes, I was scared. For the first time in my life, I had to do something like this. Being this close to a criminal. I didn't even understand why the heck someone would hire me, a 22-year girl with no experience.
I worked hard and studied my ass off all these years, yes. It's not like I don't deserve the job, but I thought for a job like this, they would hire someone more suited.

My heart was pounding out of my chest, my emotions splitting in all directions when I started to slowly lift his shirt, my fingers brushing his warm skin and defined muscles. I heard that he liked to take care of his body, those few times when he wasn't under drugs. So I wasn't too shocked about the way he looked.
It was my first time being this close to a boy. And that guard's presence made everything even more awkward.

Jungkook lifted his arms as I took his shirt off, his eyes looking through me this whole time. I tried not to start but he was gorgeous. He almost made me forget where we were finding ourselves. I felt suddenly ashamed.

He was dangerous. I shouldn't forget that, or I will lose my head, literally.

I quickly put the white shirt on him, as if wanting to escape from something. But I guess my clumsiness didn't escape the red-headed guard as I heard a soft laugh. And that drew my attention to him.

"The last girl had the same look every time she was coming here." He confessed after he stopped laughing.
Then he smiled seeing my confused expression.

"The look of a bit- girl in heat." He added, a smirk suddenly appearing on his lips as soon as he finished that sentence.

Heat?

And did he just was about to say bitch?
The fuck? I felt my eyes becoming suddenly hot like fire. I was starting to get really pissed.

"It didn't end very well the last time though. Sometimes love can be really scary." He added, his gaze now landing on Jungkook.

My cheeks felt warmer. I was looking like that at him?
But... heat? Who the heck does this shit think he is? I threw him a glare, but his smirk transformed into a grin, his eyes shamelessly analyzing me from head to toe.

You have to be kidding me.

"You..." I started, wanting to give him a piece of my mind, but he beat me to it.

"Kim Taehyung is the name." He winked before running his fingers through his red shining hair.

"Well... Taehyung. After eating shit, can you wash your mouth? Because it still stinks." I mumbled under my breath as I was preparing the syringe.

"And by the way. That collar around his neck is in the way. Can't you release him? I don't see him being here with us. He doesn't seem that dangerous, don't you think the same. So, what's the point of all of this?"

"I am doing my job. You just do yours." He said gritting his teeth in annoyance.

You hissed a curse under your breath, then sighed as your gaze trailed back to Jungkook who was standing there in front of you like a statue.
Your cold fingers touched the side of his neck, then swallowing hard you made another step closer before inserting the needle into his neck a little below the collar. You could feel his steady pulse under your fingers, a slight blush bubbling up your cheeks the moment your eyes stopped on his perfect features. Too close, you thought, and you couldn't help but admire his ravishing brown hair, resisting the urge to lace your fingers through that silky-looking hair.
After you started to analyze every inch of his gorgeous face, your eyes lingered too much on his bottom lip which was full compared with his thin upper lip, forgetting entirely about the needle which was still stuck in his neck.
Again you started to feel bad. It was this feeling that was coming from inside. You felt guilty each time you were looking too much. You bit your lip and concentrated to finish fast.

Of course, you entirely forgot about Taehyung, who was silently watching everything with an eyebrow raised and a shake of his head.
You saw him from the corner of your eye. Now you were staring at him as you pushed the drug into Jungkook's vein.

With a sexy smirk on your face, you bit your lip piercing, your eyes never leaving Taehyung's. "Well it can't be helped, this baby over here is way too hot compared to others." You winked before turning around and leaving.
Leaving Taehyung with his lips parted in awe, his heart racing for some reason.