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3rd Person P.O.V

His eyes narrowed as a small smirk appeared on his face. You gulped looking down at your hands, fiddling with them anxiously.

"Ah, so I see you remember who I am" His voice was deep and intimidating.
"Do you remember what happened that night?"

You kept quiet, only nodding your head ever so slightly indicating, yes, you remembered that night. But that response didn't satisfy Jungguk.

He rolled his eyes, "kitten.." he spoke strictly, as a father would when punishing their children.  "When I ask you a question you answer it, with your voice, looking at me. Ok? Let's try that again, Do you remember what happened that night?"

You gulped again, hard and your cheeks turned a bright red. You were so intimidated by him that you were kind of scared.

   But it's wasn't only that, the use of the pet name 'kitten' shocked you. You were a virgin mary all the way but the way he said it made it seem so sinful, so so sinful. You rarely ever thought of dirty, unholy things, but right now you were starting to get ever so slightly aroused.

"I-um I do re-remember what happened that night"  you managed to stutter out. Jungguk gave a small, tight smile.

"Good" his small smile turned in to a smirk, almost immediately. "Now tell me what you remember of that night"  you stopped to think, what did you remember of that night?

you thought for a moment

Gunshots, blood, sweat, tears and bodies. That was all you could remember right now. Letting out a slight, shaky breath you answered him.

"I-i can't remember much, but I remember s-some things"  he looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if he was waiting for an answer, which he was.

"I remember.. gun shot-ts,um.. blood" you closed your eyes, all the memories coming back, scarring your mind once again. "A lot of blood"

Jungguk just lets out a soft sigh. "Do you remember anybody, like faces and such?"

You thought for a moment, once again, and then answered " Um..no, not really. Other than ... this one person"  Jungguks ears perked at what you had just said. 

"who, who was it?"

" A-a man, he was lean and much shorter than you. He also had a-" you were cut off by what sounded like a..... gunshot? Your eyes widened and you began trembling with fear, while jungguk looks the opposite. He wasn't fearful at all of the booming gunshots that rang through that specific part of the base. Instead, he was pissed, well more than usual at least. His eyes held a slight gleam to them that you had seen before every so slightly, that night at the club. You could remember his eyes, oh his eyes, they were a beautiful deep dark black that pierced your soul. You could remember seeing his eyes deep, dark eyes through the small eye holes of his frightening black mask. And what you could remember the most was the intimidating, scary and... playful glint in his eyes. It was as if he enjoyed causing pain to them as if he enjoyed killing. You looked back at Jungguk as if just realizing who exactly stood in front of you. Your fear only grew when you saw him swiftly grabbing a gun from his side and getting into a shooting position. Though Jungguk wasn't specialised in gun use like Yoongi was, he was still a great sharpshooter. Cautiously he walked to the door, swinging it open only to see the hallway that the door led to, was empty.  Jungguk quickly looked back at you.

" Don't open this door, and I'd tell you not leave it either but I feel in your case, that's quite impossible" he smirked once again. You just looked down back your hands, as if I'd leave the room anyway,  you thought. You were too terrified to, way too terrified to. Y/N nodded and Jungguk existed the room, but not before engaging the lock system and closing the door shut.  

you were all alone now. 

The fact that there was a high-class security system slightly put you to ease but, even though he was just as dangerous or maybe even more, Jungguk in the room with you made you feel safer. You just closed your eyes, breathing in and out slowly, attempting to control your heavy breathing. But you couldn't. Memories flooded your mind again, blood, tears and the faces of innocent, or so you thought, ones dying. Your mind was now officially scarred, replaying violent and gore filled scenes, over and over and over again.  You wanted to scream. You wanted to make it stop. But you knew you couldn't. Tears began flowing, at least once in a person's  life they have to deal with something that might haunt them forever. No matter how small or how big, each person goes through such a moment. But for 19 years, you lived a happy and innocent life, never once having to deal with cops, other than the times you happily waved at them whenever you saw one, and never once going to a hospital. But everything just had to go bad. Just had to.   Y/N was now crying, quietly remembering her wonderful life before this moment. You remembered Minyoung, she was probably worried sick about her right now, you remembered your father, oh how you loved playing silly little games with him, and you remembered your mother, your beautiful, wonderful and amazing mother. You let out a shaky breath, realising a couple drops of tears that landed in the palm of your hand. 

" Oh mom" you sobbed, " oh how I miss you.." you sobbed louder.  

" I WANT TO GO HOME" you whisper-shouted, " home, ah home, I want to go home!" Y/N whispered to her self, constantly. You let your head hang, dropping it while tears trickled down your soft, pale, smooth skin.

"I can't do this"

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Let's do this, Jungguk thought, walking into the empty hallway.Gun in his hand or not, he was confident. I mean he didn't go through all those years of training for nothing.  Walking through the dim-lighted hall, he felt like he was being watched, no, he knew he was being watched. But he kept walking as if he didn't notice anything. And by the time he made his way to the nearest door, he turned around to be faced with 4, soon to be unconscious,  men.  He smirked using his hand to signal "come on" and they did, jumping at him with no order what so ever. He sighed, such idiots, its as if their asking to be killed. He quickly uses the handle of his gun to hit a guy straight in the centre of his forehead causing him to stumble back and forth as if he was drunk. He easily finished off the rest, as if it was nothing to him. 

  Leaving the unconscious, or maybe even dead, men on the floor he continued walking. He snickered at how easy that was but didn't what so ever let his guard down. He knew and was sure that it was only going to get harder, and he couldn't be more than ready for that.