Talk to me, Demon. |JEON JUNGKOOK DEMON AU|

Chapter Twelve: Mother

"Can't you go any faster?!" I exclaim, my anxiety practically blinding me.

"Y/N, I'm already past the speed limit." Jimin says, I can tell he's scared too, but he tries to stay calm.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I put my face in my hands and beg that the boys are okay, that Jungkook is okay.

"How much longer?" I ask.

"We're just pulling up." Jimin says, he's gripping the steering wheel so hard to the point where his fingertips turn white.

My heart beats 100 miles a minute, and as soon as we're parked I fumble the door open and run in, not caring about Jimin calling my name.

I press the button for the elevator ten times at least, and the doors open before I push through the people coming out and click the button to our floor.

I'm praying that it isn't serious, that they're just hungry or something, but my gut tells me it's the complete opposite.

The elevator dings and I dash through the hall to Namjoon and Seokjin's room, before opening the door and almost falling in.

I lift my eyes, and I'm horrified.

The hotel room is completely trashed, things are knocked from the shelves and the table in the centre has fallen over. The cushions on the couch are everywhere, and as I slowly walk in, it just reveals even more of a mess.

"Hello?" I call out.

"In here," I hear Namjoon's voice in the bedroom, and I walk in to find them mending to Taehyung, who's lying shirtless stomach down on the bed, groaning. There's giant bruises all over his back.

"W-what happened?!" I exclaim.

I look around.

"And where's Jungkook?"

The rest of the boys look at each other in slight panic, and Yoongi motions me to come closer to the bed.

"Junghyun came." Hoseok states.

My eyes widen in horror.

"We tried to fight him off, but Taehyung ended up crashing against the wall and..." he stops.

"And..?" I whisper.

"He took Jungkook."

My stomach drops, and every worst possible scenario plays into my head. I sink down to the ground, and Namjoon comes over and sits beside me.

I hear Jimin's footsteps come through the door and they land beside me. I look up at him and he looks terrified.

"Y/N, Jungkook is a strong guy. You know that. I'm sure he'll be fine. And I doubt his father would kill him." Namjoon tries to comfort me, but I'm still in a state of pure fear.

"We need to save him." My voice breaks.

"Oh no no no, we are not going to the Underworld, Jungkook may not get killed, but Junghyun won't hesitate for us. Especially
Y/N." Yoongi argues.

"Do you really think I care right now? Jungkook is in danger. If Jungkook betrayed his father's orders, you don't think he's being held against his will right now? You don't think he's being endlessly tortured?!" I'm standing now, and my ears are ringing.

My nightmare from last night suddenly comes into mind, and my throat feels like it's being squeezed.

I grab my hair and I'm crying, sobbing, the nightmare of him being burned to death is playing over and over, and I feel like boiling hot water is filling up my lungs.

I begin pacing the room, my tears fogging my vision before I run into someone's embrace, and my sobs quiet down a little.

"I say one of us stays with Taehyung and the rest of us go find Jungkook." I hear Jimin's voice against my ear.

"Namjoon, what do you say?" Hoseok asks.

It's silent for a moment.

"We'll have to prepare quickly, but thoroughly." He says.

Jungkook's POV:

When I regain consciousness, my wrists and ankles are chained tight against a cold, stone chair, and the place I'm in terrifies me.

The single, yellow light dangles from the ceiling, and I can only see about two feet out and around me.

It's The Dark Room, where all wrong doing demons get tortured.

I feel beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead, and I'm struggling now, trying to break the chains around my wrists and ankles, but it just brings more stinging pain to them.

I realize that jangling the chains was a bad idea, when I hear footsteps on the hard, stone floor approaching me.

My father comes into view, and I curl my hands into fists subconsciously.

"You've disappointed me, son." His voice booms, and despite the anger he's caused inside of me for the past month, I'm still terrified of him.

"You think I care?" I spit back.

I glare at him as he steps closer, until I can spot the scars on his face and I can see every detail of the markings on his neck.

One.

A stinging pain pulses on my right cheek, as my father smirks with pleasure. He slapped me.

"Now, is that a way to speak to your father?" He asks.

I don't answer.

Two.

My left cheek.

"Answer me Jungkook!" His voice echoes and I flinch.

"No sir." I quietly mumble.

I feel like a child. Being punished for drawing on the walls. Except, I'm being punished for loving someone.

I'm angry at myself. I beg myself to get past the fear, but it doesn't work. It never does.

Why does he scare me so much?

I suddenly remember the times as a kid. When the backs of my legs were whipped for refusing to kill a rabbit as part of our training. My brother watched.

I remembered my small, five year old self, crying softly to myself until a pair of warm arms embraced me, and the smell of my mother's perfume filled my nostrils.

"You have to do as daddy says," she had whispered into my ear.

"But I can't, mommy. They're living too." I quietly sob out.

She strokes my hair before whispering into my ear.

"Mommy's trying her best to change him. Just wait a little longer, okay?" And I nodded into her shoulder, before falling asleep in her arms.

And I snap back into the harsh reality.

"You were such a good boy. And some mortal girl changed you. It saddens me to think about." He slowly walks around me.

I don't say anything.

"Your mother was the same. Hm, mortals are never worth it, wouldn't you agree, son?" He asks, and his steps stop behind me.

I'm squeezing my fists. I can't believe he's talking about mother like this. Did she mean absolutely nothing to him?

"You loved her." I mumble.

Suddenly, a strong surge of excruciating electricity burns on my neck, I'm arching my back and screaming in pain. Everything hurts, I feel my insides burning.

Tears begin streaming down my face and I'm begging him to stop, my legs feeling like jelly and my arms numb.

It ends, and I'm breathing heavily, begging the pain to fade faster.

"What was that you said, Jungkook?" He asks. He holds the electrocuting baton right next to my face. It glows in the corner of my eye.

"Nothing," I choke out.