Y/N.

The figure. The face card. The voice.  It alarmed my head. Needles of ice spike through out my nerves.
The eyes. Where one was bizzare. The nose that was twisted gently and his beard that didnt make a match to his brown fluffy hair which fell as a veil over the frame of his enlarged square shaped spectacles that was biconcave, which seated at the bridge of his mildly twisted nose. And the mouth that was almost completely enclosed inside his thick black beard which resembled dark woods.
"You are... Ja..." I whispered looking at him.

" Jake Carpenter. " His voice sliced off through the  tensed air which was familiar.

" Yeah. Jake. " I nodded as the realization blazed. " Director of NIA."

" We meet again" He stepped forward.  " Glad, you still remember me."

" How could I? You were there sitting and listening to Jungkook's..." I sighed and to took a moment to correct myself." Ian's statment about Paxson and Paxton and their bullshits drug trafficking, while he just confiscated  me as the primary suspect of that asshole Paxson's crime."

" I was watching, Y/N. " His voice cut rough and deep. " Listening. To his every moves. To his every scheme he pulled and lied to his teeth at the NIA."
"You knew? You knew he was lying about himself,been there as a  sincere spy and he pulled it off all the plans just to hunt me down." I wheezed. My breaths trembled.
" Well, his statement was professional though. And yet there were loopholes in his statement he made at NIA. The twenty one men were missing, Roy was missing..." He paused.

I gulped down. As my mind bounced back to my memory where I threw Roy's head to Clark's face and relished the scene when my pets had a feast on him.
" Paxson, and Clark stayed low." He clicked his tongue. Well they are actually inside my pet's stomach. Digested completely. I spoke inside my head.
" I had to dig out and found the fake Rey Paxton Parker." He raised a eyebrow at me.
My body jerked up as my mother's name spilled out of his mouth.

" You knew she was not my mother?" My voice came out with a shudder.

He nodded. " She is Eleanor Bryce. "
" Who is she? Why did Ian hid her in his penthouse.?" My question came out sharp and impatient.
His eyes switched behind me and reached Jungkook. I turned around instantly and caught he was shaking his head to Jake, desperately not to answer him." What is going on? Who is she? I want to know everything. I fucking left behind everything to be here. " I turned to Jake." Tell me what is going on? Why did Ian hid her? Who is she? And why ..."

" Y/N." Jake walked to me. I cocked my head as I gazed him. The next snap moment he took a step back and turned away. He let out a sigh of exasperation. I let go of Jungkook 's pant i clutched and stood up on my feet ,gently stumbling forward as my entire body weight stayed in equilibrium at my right leg. I awaited for Jake to open his mouth and drop down the next words. " Calm down, Y/N. There is something you need to know before I say everything to you."
" What is it?" My heart set forth to hit my ribcage.
He inhaled sharply and oscillated towards me." Just dont freak out about what I am about to say, okay?"
"Spit it out " I snapped. I dont like this man. Because he was the one trying to shove me inside the prison to prove some shit point he had against Ian at NIA. He even dared to Ian to do hypnosis to my head and I precisely fucking remember his words.

Hold on. How did this man even met Jungkook? He hunted down on the lady who pretended as my mother and brought her out of the penthouse only to be captured by Paxson. Something is connecting the dots but its still feel there is a vacuum.

"He is not the Jungkook you think." He swallowed a lump of god knows what. Dismay? Vacillation?
My breath stayed stagnant to my throat." What? What do you mean? ".

" He is not the Jungkook you think. He is ..." He exhaled sharply and switched his eyes once to Jungkook and then me. " He is Ian's twin, Jungkook."
The room commenced to spin around me. I couldn't feel my feet lingering on the floor. My head weighed down. My hands shuddered. My legs teetered. My chest tightened to coil my heart into a contorted fleshes.
I took a breath and paused for longer minutes to aggregate my words to them. " Thats not possible." I mumbled.
" Y/N. He is Ian's twin Jungkook. " He repeated as if to nail it to my head.
" This cant be happening." My patience snapped within a split second. " This cant fucking happen. "
Now I got tangled in the webs of vacillation. Great. For real. What the fuck is going on?
" Y/N..." Jake called me out softly.
" You are telling me, this man here ..." I pointed at Jungkook seated on the wheelchair. " Is not the Jungkook with whom my teenage ass fell for when i was fifteen, fucking ten years ago?"
Jake gave me a firm nod.
" How is that fucking possible? " I intersected my across my chest despite the fact my broken wrist is pressed against my left forearm. " This is the man who sent Travis and eighty one men to snatch me from Ian.? "
Jake gave me another nod.
" This is the man who said he wanted me as his sunflower and wanted to resume the love story that was incomplete ten years ago?" My words came out as a rebuke.
I gained another nod from Jake. I am going to break his neck if he nods again to my next statement.
"The fuck. Travis told , Jungkook was dead. Ian's twin brother was gone, dead and buried. And showed me the photo where Ian was at the graveyard siting beside the grave of Jungkook and mourning.!" I yelled.
"It was a lie, Y/N. It was all a lie to make you come here."he retorted without any tensed budge in his body. " Actually, He was the one who spoke to Travis through phone as the other Jungkook. "
" What? Why?" My brows furrowed.
" To make you believe that the other Jungkook is alive and waiting for you to be his, sunflower and..." He drawled.
"And?" My heart thumped to my skull.
"And to push you over the edge ,so you would storm down to the damn basement and dig up the footage of that terrible night." Jungkook spoke trying to compose himself as his chin wobbled. " I wanted you to know what happened that night, because Ian would never speak about it."
Tears brimmed my eyes. " You knew I would.. i mean me and Ian would listen to your call recordings? "
" Yes. " Jake retorted." Thats why I spoke to Travis and instructed him to keep the phone safe no matter even if he dies. "
" And he exactly did that. Travis was close , he protected me, cared for me like I was his own son. I was not a stranger to him .I was his family." Jungkook whimpered.
" Wha..." I turned to Jungkook. My heart shifted an inch as a realisation swam in that the face behind those stitches and scars was my man's identical face. Ian's.
" Did you find the footage?" Jake asked gaining my gaze away from Jungkook, to him.
" Yes " the tear made its way down my cheeks. " I saw everything. How he made Jungkook..." I swallowed hard. " How he made the other Jungkook to slit his dad's throat while he was crushing his boots at his mom's...." My voice fragmented." And he killed my mom too. " I sobbed. I immersed my fsce to my palm as the dejection took me over.
A beat of tranquility passed coupled with my sobs as my heart shredded down to pieces and bits , as it hung down dejected since the Jungkook I wanted to meet is not the one sitting in front of me. Then what happened to him? Where did he go?
" If this is Ian's twin, where is the other Jungkook? "I mopped off the tears with my finger tips.
" Dead. " Jake reported.
" What?" I wheezed.
" The photo you saw of Jungkook's grave is his. " He confirmed.
" How?"
" Ian killed him." Jungkook's voice cracked into sobs and cries.
I turned to him and marched towards him." That cant be happening , right? "I knelt in front of him again. I held his hand again and placed my other hand to his cheeks almost to caress his every scar with my finger tips. I gazed at his face. The identical face which I fell in love is buried inside the stitches and scars I couldn't grasp out the identical countenance. " He must be somewhere alive, we must look for him." I turned to Jake.
" He is dead ,Y/N. " Jake's jaw clenched tight.
My chest tightness intensified again. I shattered. " This cant be.. why would he kill him? But not his twin brother? "
" Because that Jungkook was also in love with you. Ian kills anyone who gets close to you , Y/N." Jungkook gently removed my hand from his scars and stitches.
" What do you mean, also?" I looked at him. Closely. His tears roamed down only from his right eye? Why not from the left? My eyes shifted into a narrow slits as I gazed at him.
" Why do you think, this Jungkook calls you, sunflower?" Jake's question hurled my gaze from Jungkook 's eyes.
My eyes went wide and I cocked my head to his direction." He was a silhouette too when Ian met you at night in that goddamn house of yours. " Jungkook clasped his fingers around mine. Firmly. As if he was holding back something that he was about to rupture out.
" What?" I panted.
" Why do you think he broke his legs and left scars on him, Y/N?" Jake's voice emerged out more closer to my ears as he took another step forward.
"why? Because you were in ..."
" Right the moment he saw you when you  were six...I guess" Jake paused and awaited for Jungkook to give him a nod. " Ian and this Jungkook met you when you were staying at their neighborhood. "
My head slipped to Ian's words.
You were so pure… so heartbreakingly innocent when you were just six. That bastard never came for you,  Not when you were sobbing on your knees, trembling in the cold, empty dark of those empty and hallow streets and you were tiny, delicate you clung to all three of our hands with that little fist of yours, like we were your only lifeline... like the world would vanish if you let go."
Three hands why was there three hands?
I switched my eyes to Jungkook and gazed at his hands. One was holding mine and the other? I latched my eyes to his other hand. His right hand. It was curled at his waist. I narrowed my eyes.
" What happened to his hand?" I turned to Jake slicing off his words.
" Its crippled and twisted, Y/N. From the day I was born " Jungkook retorted following my gaze. " And may be thats the reason the maid took me and Ian from our parents. Because I was born like this " i gently intertwined my fingers to his other crippled hand that , whose wrist was twisted inwards. " I am sorry..." I Whimpered. He winced gently as I tried to intertwine my fingers as a whole into his crippled hand. The sudden movement of his crippled hand might have hurt him. Inside and out.
" Ian , always insisted me to stay at home and never follow him to our house. But my heart was clung to you " He drawled like he doesnt want to talk about that. " I followed him without his knowledge and learnt that he was visiting you at night. He used to talk to you sweet little things to capture you , Y/N. But I never wanted to capture you .I...."
" He was in love with you, Y/N." Jake cut him off. " This Jungkook was in love with you. Ian did the most brutal thing to him that no other brother could do..He broke him in ways that no one should be broken. Not to punish him but to erase any traces of love he had for you ."
" Fucking monster.."I collapsed on floor glancing at Jungkook. My tears poured down. I couldn't look at Jungkook not because of the scars and stitches that was scary but the pain and hurt he might have gone through, set forth to haunt me. " I did this to you " i sobbed and rest my head to his knees again. " I am sorry. If at all I knew about this sick psycho earlier I would have never allowed this to happen you. " My sobs stiffened to his knees. His hand found my head and stroke it gently. I cried more louder as I felt his hand above my head. The pain of this Jungkook who went through hell just because that sick schmuck was fucking obsessed with me, strangled every ounce of my soul. The pain of not finding the Jungkook I wanted to lingered inside my soul, it was like grieving on some one who was still alive.
At a snap, something blazed up in my head. " How do you know the other Jungkook died? "
" My dad , confirmed his dead body " Jake tilted his head to me.
" Maxwell Carpenter?" I asked softly.
Jake gave me another nod and poked his glasses to seat on the bridge of his nose.
" Wait, isnt he the one who framed the other Jungkook in to the crime scene of his parents murder?  Thats what Jimin said to me. A unknown cop helped Paxson to frame Jungkook in it " I earned for air. As the air set forth to become clog with more tense. " And then later, when you took the lady who was pretending to be my mom, what the fuck was her name..."
" Eleanor Bryce." Jake replied.
" Yes. Eleanor. You took her with you and your dad Maxwell accompanied you " my voice was hoarse as I stated. " Thats when Paxson abducted her and threatened Ian to bring me back to Clark and Paxson. "
Jake sighed loud  " Y/N. My dad worked on the case of Jeon's family murder. He found finger prints of the other Jungkook 's on every corner of the house. The finger prints were found on the knife .." He took a gulp down. " And on the bars of the curtains .." He exhaled sharp." And then later , my dad found the finger prints of Ian was there too. He almost got him "
" And then?" I clenched my fist.
He switched his eyes to Jungkook once and then back to me. " He switched places. "
" What?... what?".  I stammered. " What do you mean, he switched places?"
" Ian switched places with his twin brother, " he pointed to Jungkook." With . This Jungkook. Since they are identical."
My head spun and my heart already crashed to my throat " switched places? where? In the juvenile prison?"
" To asylum. "
" What?"my breaths ceased its way to my lungs.
" Ian sent this Jungkook, his own twin brother,to a goddamn asylum. Just so he could buy himself six months of freedom, sneaking around and dodging the cops like a coward." He scoffed. " He planned it when Paxson and Clark were drawing a scheme to get Ian locked away to asylum since they learnt Ian was twisting something to frame them into the crime scene. "

I swallowed hard. And gently removed my hand from Jungkook and brushed back wards. As my head almost contorted. " So the other Jungkook never went to asylum?"
"No." Jake shook his head.
" Thats worse than brutality. Its inhuman! How could he do this to his own brother! " I bellowed. Yet a wave of relief waved in when I perceived that the other Jungkook never made to asylum.

" He took you and the other Jungkook with him the night he murdered his parents. On the way back, the car crashed,it flipped over. Paxson and Clark managed to pull you out, but they left the other Jungkook and Ian trapped inside.He strolled to me again" Ian let the other Jungkook die in the accident , and never cared about pulling him out from being crushed under the car. .." His voice came out into a whisper.Broken. " and Ian ran behind the car of Paxson like a psychopath."

" Thats how I ended in Paxson's mansion." I nodded my head as realisation hit me.
" I wanted to meet him so badly," I sobbed. "I needed to know every fucking truth that was kept from me. Where am I supposed to go now?"
" So you just wanted to know the truth and you dont care about the other Jungkook that he died?" Jake voice came out sheathed in horror.
" Yes.I..." my voice wobbled. "..he went through hell because of me!" I clutched my hair in a strong grip. " Both of them endured in hell because of me! Because of me! I was the fucking reason . I ruined everything "

" Y/N. No..no no.." Jungkook 's hand inclined forward from his wheel chair and embraced his one hand around my shoulder and shoved my to his chest. " It was not your fault." He rest his chin at the crown of my head. His heart beat thumped to my ears as if it was soothing my inner conflicts . It felt safe. Not lecherous . The connection between his heart beat and my inner conflict was in sync but it was not the same love I had with Ian. It was compassion .It was not the kind of love I felt for Ian. Because love happens only once in my life. Never twice. I felt that was something deeper and something pure with this Jungkook . May be our identical pain. " It was never your fault. You were the reason we were.."

"It was all Ian , Y/N. Dont. Blame yourself " Jake snapped at me. The words run through me like venom. " After you left him, and walked out with Paxson, Ian and his men stormed inside the police station and broke this Jungkook 's legs, so that he could never run away from him."
" From him?" I gently tilted my head from Jungkook 's chest.
" Yeah , since he knows the truth that Ian killed his parents and your mother " Jake shrugged his shoulders. " And he gouged out his left eye, ripped it out like it meant nothing . Ian , then mutilated him. He slashed his face again and again like he was sculpting some monster but not a brother. "

I trembled and pulled back from his chest then gazed  his eyes again. Precisely to his left eye. " Its ok. You dont have to look at me, if its disgusts you ." Jungkook's voice shuddered as he tried to conceal his dismay. My eyes pinned to his glass eye he had plunged in his left eye hollow socket. Tears rolled down my eyes again. It lacerated my heart.

I shoved my face to Jungkook 's chest again. He rubbed my back. " Scars are just. " He whimpered as he ceaselessly rubbed my back. "Scars are just an alluring constellation that talks about your pain, and how strong you were .  I am not scared or not even I feel disgust." I spoke while stifling my sobs which strangled my throat.

" Well, Y/N. Now you have made here, this far. Ian could trace you again.  And if he traces you, he wont come in here knocking but he will come with an army of men and would slaughter anyone who comes his way. You need to be ready, or you wont have a second chance. ." Jake spoke slicing off of our moment.

I gave him a nod.

" We need a plan to kill him, before he comes in here to take you back " His words caught my throat like a wire contorted around.
" You dont..dont.. you dont have to kill him" Jungkook stuttered. His breath hitched. I felt it through me as he was holding me close to his chest." I mean we wanted... " He sighed. " I wanted her safe in my hands. She is safe in here. We have to protect her. We dont ..."

" What if he break your other arm, this time?" Jake whisper concealing his words in a horror." And what if he kills Y/N because she found out every bit of truth "
Jungkook snap shut his mouth the next moment.

" I dont care if I die. "My words came out weakly through my lips. " I lost everything. I have no one .All that remain is just a shattered piece of soul."
" Y/N." Jungkook called me out. Firm and rough." I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise." He glanced to Jake once and then back to me.  " Even if I die. You will be safe. You will..be safe in right hands. My rotting soul will be the price."

The promise was not dark but alleviating.
Not horrifying but was a sanfroid.

I pulled back from his chest and wipped off my tears with the back of my wrist and placed my hand on his. " Tell me everything. I want to know every fucking thing happened in my life. I want to know what he wiped off from my head " his tears dripped down to our intertwined hands. I looked at his tears brimmed eye. A string of vacillation was strangling his words as his adam apple moved up and down in his throat. I perceived that.
" Jake." I turned to him." Can you give us a minute? "
" You can talk to him while I am here Y/N. I know everything happened." He intersected his arms across his chest.
At a stroke, something hit my mind by his credence sunk words. How did Jake even met this Jungkook? How the hell does he know every truth about Ian, this Jungkook and the other Jungkook? " Then I think we should talk ." My tone was stiff.
He gave me a nod.
" Jake," I paused for a beat and took a breath." can you tell me how you met this Jungkook?
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