the devil in human form

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jungkook woke up with the bright sun hitting his face, he felt a feeling he'd never felt before.

he slowly began opening his eyes, seeing a cream color wall before his eyes gazed over to a person sitting on a chair beside the hospital bed where he laid. he blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision.

"yoongi?" he spoke in a broken voice before the blurry figure began moving.

"no-" they spoke out.

the boy's heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. all the dreadful memories came back to him. remember the pain and suffering he'd been through.

"FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH THAT I COULD DI-"

"jungkook!" the person raised his voice, causing him to stop crying. by now, jungkook was drowning in his tears. "it's me... jimin.."

the brown haired boy sobbed, trying to remember his name but somehow couldn't. his memories seemed to be blurry, only remembering the times taehyung brainwashed him that he wasn't loved anymore.

a nurse who had heard jungkook's scream and came running into the room where the two men were. jimin hovered over the male laying on the bed before looking at the nurse, bowing softly.

"i think it's time for me to leave. excuse me," the short male spoke before exiting the room, leaving jungkook and the nurse alone.

"darling," the women spoke as she walked toward jungkook and placed her hand on his. "you're safe now.  nobody is gonna hurt you anymore."

one month later
jungkook's pov

it's been exactly one month and two days since i left the hospital. i've been seeing a therapist but it doesn't seem to help me. taehyung survived the six gun shots yoongi shot him with but by the time they got him to the hospital, he was pronounced dead from the amount of blood he lost. i still have nightmares about him. horrible ones. i also see him.. in the distance sometimes..

i ran my hand through my hair as yoongi sat next to me at a park we used to play at when we were younger. i had a banana milk carton on my lap as i played with my fingers, digging at my nail into my skin until blood came out. it dripped down my finger and onto my lap and stained my blue pants.

i miss pain. i've been through so much trauma that sometimes i can't feel anything anymore except pain. i wanna feel pain.

blood dropped onto the grass and as if somebody was painting the ground red, it slowly started moving forward. my eyes widen as i picked up my head and watched as the path of red started painting itself across the park until it stopped in-front of somebody's shoes. i gazed up the long legs and up the torso and to his face. i dropped my banana milk and began screaming, seeing taehyung lifeless blood drenched body standing in the distance.

"HE'S HERE!" i yelled out a bloody scream as i fell onto my knees. all the memories came back to me. my girlfriend. my broken ankles. my mother. it was all coming back and it slowly devoured my brain. "he's here-" i spoke out one last time as yoongi held me in his arms.