Who are you really?

Flashback

Please stop...

Please stop hurting me.

Why are you doing this to me?

I am your child.

_

Jungkook's eyes opened wide, heart racing.

"No. Please, someone, help me!" Jungkook cried out loud as he jumped out of bed and grabbed tightly the bars.

He was yelling and begging for help.

For the first time, he just had a nightmare. For the time he dreamed about his family.  He was shocking wet with sweat and it was hard to breathe no matter how much he was struggling. 

And apart from that, his brain was about to explode.

But no one was there. As much as he cried,  no one was coming and the pain started to intensify in every cell of his body, his chest felt heavy and it burned as he tried to breathe again.

Just give up.

Give up.

So weak and so stupid.

You are nothing.  A nobody

Such a monster.

Kill.

Kill yourself.

Jungkook fell on the floor. Dragging himself in a corner, he covered his ears frightened,  struggling to make the voices in his head to

stop.

Stop it.

Be a good boy and let your daddy play with you.

Stop it.

Mommy doesn't have to find out, either your sister.

Please... Stop.

What are you doing Jungkook?

Put that knife down.

Oppa?

Jungkook started to yell and scream your name. He needed to be drugged. He needed to get rid of those voices and images before losing his mind even more.

"Please come. Please. Y/N..."

Looking down with teary eyes at his pants, in his desperation to make the voices stop, the idea of trying to take his life dangerously crossed his mind... again.

The bars were there after all. It wasn't that hard. It wouldn't have been the first time doing it.

You are real.

Your words came into his mind. Among the other voices, yours was like a breath of fresh air. But it wasn't enough. He was tired feeling this way. Lost.

The idea of being him the one who killed them, it was too painful, unbearable. He was tired.

_

Taehyung and Jimin... They saw Jungkook. They were inside the security room, so they could see how desperate Jungkook was.  How he was crying near the bars of his cell. Jimin wanted to look for the doctor or you, but Taehyung stopped him. Taehyung wanted to see Jungkook struggling. He needed it.

And Jimin understood why.

He understood better than anyone. Even than Taehyung himself.

After all, they were childhood friends.

They "were." Because Taehyung forgot about him a long time ago, the moment he saw Jungkook for the first time. But Jimin didn't forget. Because Taehyung was the only one he ever saw.

"He needs help, or he will do something stupid again."

"I don't care." Taehyung smiled, his gaze never leaving the monitor. "Let him take his life away, who would care?  No one."

"He is sick, Tae. His brain is damaged.

Stop holding a grudge of something that happened a long time ago. Aren't you tired already?  When you will understand that he isn't a normal person?  When will you understand that the boy you see right now, isn't that boy who hurt your feelings? "

"I don't care which one of them is.  It's the same body, so if he dies, then they die too. It's simple? "

"Why? Why he has to die?  Because that slut of your girlfriend cheated on you with a prisoner?  Because of that low person now you are ready to get in trouble and maybe get thrown in prison because you watched someone die in front of your eyes without doing anything?

Or because you are frustrated that he never looked at you?  Please don't tell me that you became such a scumbag.

Those can't be named motives. Everyone out there has their heart broken in a way or another, but that doesn't mean that they have to kill anyone. Not to mention when it's coming to a person with mental problems. "

Jimin was disappointed. Searching Taehyung's face, no matter what he would say, no matter how much he would try, he couldn't change anything. Deep in his heart, he knew that.

Taehyung wasn't the same boy he fell in love with a long time ago.

This Taehyung was lost in his own hell.

_

"Here are the injections, Y/N. Mingyu said while placing a small box in your hands. "You will have to increase the dose it seems, Jungkook's body got used with it and it lost its efficiency."

You nodded quietly as you stared at the box between your hands.

You had a stupid smile on your face since this morning, after spending a few minutes with Jungkook.

Mingyu sharp as he was, he had an idea what was happening, but he preferred to keep silence... for now.

Why you were happy?  Even you didn't fully understand.

Maybe because now you knew something about him?

In that short time you two spent together in his cell, he opened himself up a little in front of you.

Flashback

"Tell me something about you."

"Like what? "

"Anything. How was your life before coming here. What were your hobbies. How did you like to spend your free time."

"I... I guess I liked basketball?

I was the team leader in our school. "

It was the first time seeing him genuinely smiling. You smiled as well as you unknowingly dragged yourself a little closer to him. You were curled up in his arms with your fingers intertwined. It felt so normal. He felt so normal that you completely forgot about his condition.

You felt safe. You felt like you belonged there, in his arms.

"And? What position? "

"I was power forward."

"Did you participate at the nationals? "

"Yes. We won three tournaments in a row."

You smiled disappeared at that.

You played basketball in high school. Mostly just for fun. So you were familiar with the basketball positions and rules.

The power forwards are usually the second tallest players in the team, who are closest to the center in physical attributes and playing style, but with more speed. A forward may play under the hoop or are expected to operate in the wings and corners areas.

They must be strong and comfortable with a lot of physical play and must be an effective rebounder and effective inside shooter, from the center and further.

He had to be smart and with a strong mentality.

At that thought, you felt your chest tighten.

"You weren't always like this. " It slipped out from your mouth. You couldn't help it. You wanted to understand this boy in front of you.  To understand who he really was and not only.  Who he still is.

Jungkook's smile disappeared. Shifting his gaze on your locked fingers, his eyes saddened for some reason.

"I guess I wasn't always crazy? "