[ON HOLD] Psycho|| JJK

Chapter 7: Escape

Everything still felt so numb, but yet you're awake. The heavy lids of your eyes struggled to open, taking in the dark surroundings. Widening open once you see the bars ahead of you, sealing any way to escape this unknown place. Your senses kicking in, but just to be met with feeling the cool metal that locked your wrist together.

You just stared at the cuffs, your mind fogged with thoughts that only thought about ways to possibly somehow break them off. If it were possible.

The clicking of shoes began, earning your attention. Lifting up your head, your eyes hardening into a glare as they met amused dark eyes. Lips drawn into a deep grin that made your stomach twist in disgust to his extreme pride that basically radiated off him. Black hair resembling the dark of midnight, parted in two ways, exposing a faint blotch on his fawn color forehead.

"So we meet again, Y/n." He continued to walk towards you, coming to a stop once he was right in front of the bars. Crouching down to get a better look at you with his eyes that should a pleased glint.

"Well you did send someone to get me." You gritted past your teeth as they clamped down hard, your hands clenched into fists as an urge to punch that smirk off his face surged within you.

The smirk he contained on his face faltered. Turning into a moue, bringing his finger up to his lips as if he was questioning something.

"Technically, I was just following my boss's orders to send my friend out to get you." He sneered at that, his eyes landing back on your form with cockiness, "Hopefully you do make yourself comfortable. Boss made it clear that you'll be staying here for a long time."

He finished off, getting up from his crouching position, to only just peer down at you with his dark hooded eyes that are covered with his raven hair. Face emotionless but his bottom lip slightly caught under his teeth.

"What else do you want?" You grumbled, shifting your gaze off to the side as his intense gaze burrowed right on you, "I can tell that you have words to spill."

"It's a shame that your not in the gang." He straight up confessed, no hesitation lingering in his voice as it stayed stable, not quivering to the slightest. "But you chose to be controlled."

He scoffed at the last part that spilled from his lips, shaking his head slightly at the disbelief of the thought. You could just stare at him hard, your lips drawn into a scowl as your brows furrow in irritation of his words.

"I'm not controlled." You simply said, not interested to even continue on arguing with Jungkook, who is fixated on believing that being in the agency makes your controlled. As for you, thinking he wasted his entire life for not choosing the right path and getting rehab while he still can. For that remains the unknown to you.

"Really?" He said in a fake surprised tone, bringing his hands to his mouth in 'shock' before cutting the act. Lifting up his mouth in a snarl as he dropped his hands from his face.

"You'd do anything they'll tell you to do." He began, lifting up his hand to adjust the collar of his shirt. "Simply like a dog following it's masters orders."

He ended like that, turning to head out of the wing of the prison, not sparing to look at you or dismiss himself. Dumbfounded on the words he spoke, you just brushed it off.

Biting your lips as your eyes trailed after his form that turned the corner. You hurried to search your boots, finding it hard to with the cuffs. Unzipping them, you found the knife sheath that you placed in your boot. Sliding the knife out the sheath, your hurried to saw the cuffs you had. You could tell that the cuffs were made out of silver, the worst metal to even cuff anyone in. It could possibly make you laugh at this moment. The knife you have is much more better and could saw through easily. In which happened.