Only On Paper / JJK

Chapter 29

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.