Deviant || Jeon Jungkook

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(the lead character it will be y/N and that means (your name) as is a fanfiction. I see that some people here have a problem with this. if it's bothering you then don't read. thank you all ❤)

The first time I encountered Jungkook, Naeun took it upon herself to guide me through the intimidating expanse of the prison, hoping to familiarize me with its eerie facade and help me maintain my composure in this unsettling environment.

As we stepped inside, I was immediately struck by the sheer enormity of the building. The high ceilings and expansive corridors loomed over me like towering giants, amplifying my sense of insignificance. The air was frigid, sending shivers down my spine, and an oppressive stillness hung heavily in the atmosphere.

The sterile, dimly lit walls seemed to close around us, casting long shadows dancing eerily in the flickering fluorescent lights. The thought of being trapped in such a closed, dark space evoked a visceral dread. It was as if the walls themselves whispered tales of despair, and I could feel the weight of countless lost souls pressing down on my chest. The very idea of becoming disoriented and lost in that terrifying labyrinth sent chills racing along my spine, leaving me feeling vulnerable and small.

The air felt heavy and foreboding as we walked through the dimly lit corridor. The sudden screams from the cells pierced the stillness like a siren, each cry filled with desperation and rage. The sharp click of our heels reverberated off the cold, unyielding prison walls, amplifying the tension that enveloped us. I tried to tread softly, each step feeling like an intrusion into a world I was terrified to enter. Fear coursed through me, paralyzing my limbs and tightening my throat. I was acutely aware of the grim realities of the individuals confined in these cells.

Rapists.

Killers.

People with mental problems.

There were so many.

The air was thick with whistling, each note laced with crude words piercing the atmosphere and making my skin crawl. I felt the vibrations of their taunts resonate in my ears, turning my stomach into a tight knot of anxiety. I couldn't bring myself to glance in their direction; the thought sent me a jolt of fear. My body trembled uncontrollably as if trying to flee from an unseen danger. My heart raced in my chest, pounding so violently that it felt like it might shatter my ribs.

Deep down, I understood the gravity of what would happen if I dared to meet their gaze. I feared that their lewd comments were just the tip of the iceberg; once they caught a glimpse of my eyes, the innocence they'd once held would vanish in an instant, replaced by a painful knowing that would haunt me.

I would have bolted for the door without a second thought if I hadn't had a firm grip on my memories of why I was in that unsettling place. The idea of escaping crossed my mind repeatedly, but the hefty paycheck that had lured me into this nightmare kept me rooted in place. I desperately needed the money, so here I was, forcing myself to endure what felt like pure hell.

Naeun, with her calm demeanor, tried to reassure me, saying, "You will get used to it and become immune. Trust me." She patted my back, a gesture meant to comfort me, but it only heightened my anxiety. Without warning, she grabbed my arm firmly, guiding me deeper into the unsettling atmosphere surrounding us.

"What is that for?" I managed to ask in a near whisper, my gaze fixated on the syringe she clenched tight in her hand. Its presence sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that whatever was coming next would change everything.

I cast a tentative smile in her direction, though it felt like an immense effort, as if I were lifting a heavy weight. The oppressive atmosphere of the place was draining, and it had only been a mere ten minutes since we had entered this eerie environment.

"This is for our special prisoner. The one you'll take care of from now on," she said, her tone laced with a teasing undertone. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer, and the wink she directed at me made my heart race. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and anxiety as my head snapped up, my lips parting slightly in awe at her playful demeanor. It was clear she was reveling in this moment.

"Why? What do you mean by 'special'?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly. I felt a shiver run down my spine and struggled to maintain my composure. To steady myself, I pressed my hands against the fabric of my black over-knee skirt, willing the tremors to subside. The atmosphere felt charged, and I couldn't shake the sensation of being on the precipice of something far beyond my understanding.

I wasn't a scaredy cat, alright? That specific moment was an exception. So don't you dare call me names?

She turned slightly toward me as we descended the dimly lit corridor. I followed her gaze to where something-perhaps someone-was isolated at the far end, away from the other prisoners. The air felt thick with tension, a silent understanding passing between us.

Come one Y/N. Get your shit together. I don't recognize you.

I brought a hand over the back of my head and started to massage the area with my fingers, trying to calm my nerves.

"We're in the dark about it all," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one has bothered to explain why he's been brought here. All we know is that he arrived alone six years ago, and there's a warning we've all heard: he will become a danger to himself and others if we discontinue the drug regimen. So, our only course of action is to keep him sedated. His brain is damaged beyond repair."

I couldn't help but wonder if his brain was indeed damaged, then why were they continuing to administer drugs? It seemed paradoxical. Wouldn't exploring other options and trying something different make more sense? My mind raced with questions that remained unanswered in the chilling silence of that place.

She shot me a curious and cautious glance, her eyebrow arching in a way that hinted at suspicion. I sensed her keen observation as if she weighed my actions against uncertainty. The soft shuffle of my footsteps echoed as I walked a few paces behind her, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was gauging the likelihood of my escape. Would I make a break for it the moment her attention wavered? The thought flickered through my mind, but I remained where I was, caught in the charged atmosphere of the moment.

She fell silent, her words evaporating into the air as we stopped in front of the cell. All her attention shifted to it, and mine followed suit, an undeniable gravity pulling my gaze toward the heavy iron door.

It felt like the world around us had reached a complete standstill. My heart raced as I caught sight of him.

He was so impossibly young. Sitting on the edge of a narrow bed, he seemed almost fragile, his slight frame barely visible in the dim light that barely penetrated the gloom of the cell. His gaze was fixed on the cold concrete floor, his expression vacant, as if he were lost in his world, far removed from the reality surrounding him.

But this couldn't be right. How could he have been here since childhood? It was unfathomable. What kind of danger could a child indeed pose? The question lingered in my mind, mixing confusion with an unsettling sense of certainty.

"Jungkook... It's time for your medicine," Naeun said in a steady voice, her tone crisp and authoritative. Then she softened her demethat anor, adding, "Come here."

I stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, my heart racing with confusion. Would she not open the door? My gaze shifted back to the boy behind the bars, and my breath caught in my throat. He stood still there, his dark eyes fixed on me-cold, empty, yet strikingly beautiful. Despite his youth, there was an unsettling depth to his gaze that seemed to pierce through any barriers, reaching straight into my soul.

If I remember that day, I guess your eyes won my heart since that moment. Isn't that something you should be proud of?

He appeared so fragile, almost ethereal, and I felt an overwhelming urge to shield him from whatever darkness surrounded him. But beneath that instinct was a deep-seated terror. Why was he here? How could such a child end up in a place as grim as this, willingly locking himself away? The questions flooded my mind, but the most pressing ones were about his family. Were they? Did he even have parents to speak of?

Naeun was meticulous as she prepared the injection; her movements were practiced and efficient. Under the weight of her presence, I felt paralyzed, my wide eyes and parted lips betraying my astonishment. The boy tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, as she pressed the needle into the soft skin of his neck. Our stares remained locked; it was as if we were two souls desperately trying to connect, to seek answers in each other's eyes.

What was he feeling, I wondered. He felt more like a marionette than a living being. There was no flicker of emotion on his face, not even a blink as the sharp needle pierced his flesh. Then, as if a light had been extinguished, his eyes faded into a vacant stare, leaving only an echo of despair reverberating in my stomach.

"Well done, Kookie. Such a good boy you are," Naeun cooed, her voice dripping with false warmth. As she removed the syringe, her hand grazed his head, fingers weaving through his silken brown hair with an unnerving gentleness.

"Now look here," she continued, her tone shifting slightly to a more instructive one. "This is Y/N. She will take care of you from now on." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially as she added, "You remember what happened with the last girl who cared for you, right? We had to bring someone else to take her place."

A wave of suspicion washed over me, my eyebrows knitting together in concern. I couldn't help but wonder what she meant. What girl? What terrible thing had happened? Did he do something to her? The implications swirled darkly in my mind, and I involuntarily shivered. I was scared-terrified. All I wanted was to escape to the safety of my home, to lock myself away in my room where the world couldn't reach me.

Then Naeun reached out, taking my hand and placing a cold, metallic key into my palm. "This is the key for this cell," she instructed, her voice firm. "You can enter only when you need to clean his cell, change him or give him his medicine. But remember, before you do, you must notify one of the guards. Jungkook will have to be restrained with chains."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. "Don't forget that, Y/N," she warned, a chilling seriousness in her eyes that left no room for error.

Of course I understand, but... Rules are made to be broken in the end.