Five weeks have gone by. Five weeks of avoided questions, five weeks of goofing off, and five weeks of attempted flattering that have Jimin blushing half the time.
Jungkook hasn't been cooperating with him and the stress was eating at Jimin. Self-doubt was overwhelming and he didn't think he could do this anymore. Maybe there was no way to change the man they call Joker. Maybe he would be forever damaged and lost in the his insanity. Or maybe...Jimin wasn't the one to save him.
"Dr. Park...the room is ready." He nods at his intern before grabbing his files and heading to his evaluation room. When Jungkook walks in, he sits in the settee instead of plopping like usual.
"I can see you're stressed, Dr. P." He says softly. Jimin looks up at him with a scoff.
"I am, Jungkook. It's because you haven't answered any of my questions and have made no progress." Jungkook leans back and sighs.
"Then lets make a deal. I'll cooperate with you and this hellhole...if I can move freely in this room." One of the guards hadn't left yet, so when he hears the suggestion leave the patient's lips, he turns around.
"Remove the straight jacket? Absolutely not. It's too dangerous. You're keeping it o-" Jimin cuts the Officer off.
"Take it off."
"Doctor..." Jimin glares at him, his glasses tossed onto the desk.
"Look. You know as well as I do that this place is desperate. Just trust me." The guard looks Jimin in the eyes to see that the man was confident. Sighing, the guard takes off the restraints, Jungkook smirking.
"Thanks, beautiful." The guard glares at Jungkook.
"Behave yourself." The guard leaves and Jungkook lays back with a smile, his arms going up before his head. Jimin takes a seat and clears his throat, looking at the psychopath.
"Now...we had a deal. Why did you start killing people, Jungkook? And who was your first victim?" Jungkook stares up at the ceiling, his smile fading. Jungkook frowning was a strange sight to see and it didn't suit the man at all.
"My mother...she was a druggie. She was addicted and lived and breathed for drugs. A child didn't mean shit compared to the stuff she was doing. She was very abusive back then. Burns, cuts, and bruises littered my body and I used to scared that the other kids at schools would tease me for them...but I still loved her." Jimin hadn't started taking notes. He was too lost in the story and the chilling calmness in Jungkook's voice.
"When I was around ten years old, we had hit a financial struggle. With what she was getting paid at work and the constant spending of drugs, we could barely afford to eat and keep the lights on. So she moved to the next best thing." Jimin scoots closer as if a desk wasn't between them.
"What would that be?" Jungkook looks at him and a small smile graces his lips.
"She started to sell my body for drugs." Jimin looks at him in shock as tears begin to well up in his eyes.
"Jungkook..."
"In exchange for money, most men would come to the house and use me for many things. The scars that are scattered across my body have never faded from those times the men and women toyed with me." Jimin doesn't hold back and let's the tears fall down his face.
"When I turned sixteen, I didn't want that life anymore. So I killed her and the men and women who I had played with. It was riveting."
Jimin wipes his face to rid it of tears.
"Jungkook, I'm so sorry for what happened. What she put you through wasn't your f-"
"I told you I didn't want to hear that meaningless shit, Doctor. I won't say it again." Jimin looks up and sees the anger in Jungkook's eyes. Subconsciously, he closes his mouth without another word. After a few seconds of silence, Jungkook smiles again, a chuckle escaping.
