My Only Sanity ✔️

4. Puppets, Puppets and Puppets

Y/N's POV

I found myself on a huge wooden stage. It was kind of a small auditorium with velvety red chairs in front of the stage. The moment I tried to get up, I realised that my hands and legs were tied to a thin, white string, hanging down the stage's ceiling. I noticed that I was wearing an elegant white frill frock; my eyes went wide when I realised that I was holding a knife in my left hand.
WHAT THE F-
I almost flinched when I saw Jungkook, looking at me down the stage.
His outline started getting bigger as he advanced towards me; and kneeled down at my level, staring straight into my soul, effortlessly burning me with his devilish stare. It was not the first time that I noticed how handsome he was. His doe, chocolate brown orbs; thin, cloud-shaped rosy lips; blade-sharp jawline; caramel-mocha skin; and godly body features made him look like a literal porcelain doll.
He tilted his head at me and cockily smirked noticing my stare; his shimmering silver piercings dangled under his ears as he tilted his head.
I came back to my senses and once again looked at the knife in my hand. But before I could mutter something,

Jungkook: Get ready for the puppet show, sweetheart.

I groaned in pain as my hands and legs stretched with the pull of the string, making me stand immediately. I stared at him in pure disbelief as he was continuously grinning with his usual psychotic smile. Out of nowhere, Jimin appeared on the stage; looking at me helplessly with his red, puffy eyes, he was having difficulty walking since he was shivering from head to toe. He was barefoot, with new and old blood stains on his already dirty clothes.

Y/N: JUST LET HIM GO!
I shrieked, with a shaky voice. I could. not. bear. it. He was my best friend for fuck's sake.
Jungkook: You made me sad. How could you shout at me? Apologise.
He commented, with a pout. What the fuck is he even SAYING RIGHT NOW?!
Y/N: NO I-
Jimin weakly clutched my sleeve, and nodded his head as a no.
Jimin: Don't...
He whispered, so low that only I could hear it.
Y/N: S-Sorry...

He smirked again, and as we know that his duality is insane, he sat on the stage floor, folding both of his legs, and rested his chin on his hands, constantly grinning.
An imaginary light bulb popped up above Jimin's head.
Jimin: Master, your dog Bam might be hungry, and would be missing you, wouldn't he?
Jungkook: Oh yeah! Jimin you're right! Let me just go and check on him. Until then, you guys can have a tiny chit-chat... (smirking)

As soon as he left, Jimin immediately turned towards me.
Jimin: Y/N, I want you to know that he is mentally unstable, just don't make him angry-

JIMIN'S POV

As I was telling her what all she needed to know, she immediately hugged me hard.
Y/N: Where the heck did you even go?!
She asked, sternly.
Jimin: Y/N, I-I-
Y/N: Can we just stay like this? Please? Just for a while?
Jimin: O-Of course...
I replied, flustered. I missed her so. fucking. much.
The awkward silence was insanely heavy for my precious hearteu. I pulled away. Tears were constantly threatening to fall down, but I chose to stay strong, atleast in front of her.
Jimin: Y/N, you really need to be careful. Especially with him. One wrong move, and he will make your life worser that hell.
Y/N: Why is he even doing all this?
Jimin: I really don't know, but he must have had a sane reason about this, atleast for him..
Y/N: Haven't you ever tried to escape?
Jimin: Yes I have, countless times, I tried to gain his trust to get the golden key, but I failed, every single time. He has hidden the key somewhere, probably in his room, I don't know, I tried to find it mutiple times, but got caught right when I was about to get a clue of it. He gives unimaginable punishments, Y/N, if you don't function according to him. You need to gain his trust Y/N, you are his wife, then we can together escape with the help of that golden key..
Y/N: I'll try my best, Chim. I-I missed you so much.. The police was almost hopeless to have you back.. I'm so glad that I found you..

I nervously smiled, thinking of all the experiences, even more monstrous than hell, I've had here.. I really hope Y/N never has to face them.. I wish I could protect you.. I suddenly heard sounds of footsteps, it was him. My hands and legs started shaking automatically, his contact makes me dreadful. The sound was high and piercing, so much that it felt like it could pierce through my chest. I started stepping back, more closer to Y/N, although stumbling.

Jungkook: You think you're cleverer than me, don't you?
Jimin: M-Master I-
Jungkook: Lies. Fucking Lies. The only thing I hate the most. I hope you knew, didn't you, Park Jimin?
Jimin: I-I didn't-
Jungkook: -lie? Oh sure you didn't.
Jungkook: Ah~ This would be so, interesting. Y/N, are you ready?
Jimin: I-I AM SORRY! MASTER, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN-
Jungkook: Let's begin~
He replied, with sparkling eyes. It would be a definite understatement if I would say I was not scared. Not for me, but for her.

Y/N's POV

I again felt that stretch in my body. But this time, it was my left hand. Unwantingly, my left hand swung swiftly towards Jimin in the air; and before I could know it, the knife pierced straight through Jimin's throat, making my hand covered with a thick layer of crimson red. Blood was oozing out uncontrollably, and I could do nothing about it. My legs were shivering constantly, my head went totally blank. It was my best friend's blood, that was all over my body. I couldn't control my unstoppable sobbing, while continuously trying to detach my hand from the knife but my freakin' fingers were being controlled as well, I was continuously pleading him to fucking stop, absolute fear could be seen in my eyes, for the first time, I was looking at Jungkook with a victim look for the first time, I lost...
The strings were controlling me so bady, yet accurately like I was a marionette doll. I looked at Jimin, he was already looking at me, with helpless, hopeless and lifeless eyes.
I was cursing myself for not being able to do any single fucking thing. I tried so hard to free myself from the strings, but it was a foolish try. I gave up, so did Jimin, we shared a love-filled look for the last time, both of us with contrasting feelings. Jungkook was constantly jumping and clapping while giggling like an innocent kid, with no regret, nor any sort of grief in his emotionless heart. Jimin collapsed on the floor, as if life had totally been sucked out of him; he whispered something, only a few octaves high from a whisper, but too many things had happened for me to not hear that. That made me have an instant and obvious breakdown of tears.

Jimin: I love you, and I always will, Y/N-ah...... I-I love you....

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