Y/N.

" You guys are together?" My voice came out softly.

" Yes." Freya gave me a gentle smile ,Yet her entire focus was on treating the bruises on my cheeks and lips. " He asked me out and I said yes. Now we are here." She knelt in front of me, and inspected the dark blotch spread across my cheekbone.

"Hold still," she murmured and pressed a cold pack against the bruise. "No fractures ,just a nasty contusion."

I winced. The chill stung into my skin, but the heat of the swelling was worse.

"Ice it every hour if you can. Don’t touch it, don’t press on it. And if your vision gets blurry or the swelling doesn’t go down by tomorrow, you call me. Got it?"

I gave a tight nod.

"You are going to look like hell for a few days," she spoke softly . "But you will be fine."

I let out a chuckle and stood up.

" Sit down, Y/N,right here," she said firmly and escorted to me onto the bed.Again.

Her hands were already gloved, calm but quick. "Lean forward, not back. We don’t need blood running down your throat."

I stayed subordinate. My jaw clenched from the throbbing pain. My shirt was already stained.

She crouched in front of me, inspecting the damage with her  sharp eyes.  "You took a hard hit... but no displacement. That’s good. Doesn’t look broken."

She gently pinched the soft part of my nose. I yelped. "Hold this like for ten minutes. Don’t let go, no matter what."

Then she grabbed an ice pack and pressed it lightly against the bridge. " Fuck." I rebuked.

"This will help to slow the bleeding and keep the swelling down."

I winced.

"Yeah, I know," she murmured, her voice was soft. "Hurts like hell, but you are  doing fine."

She dabbed at the blood with gauze. "Just don’t blow your nose. Not tonight, maybe not tomorrow either. Let it rest."

After a moment, she added gently, "You are lucky. That fucker's punch could have  shattered it."

"Thanks Freya. " I delivered her a gentle and soft smile.

" Anytime. Let’s get you patched up properly, okay?" She leaned back and stood up.

" Do you have tampons? " I shifted my thighs abnormally.

" Yes I do. " She gave me a nod. "They are in the closet in the bathroom .Go clean yourself up, okay? Take as long as you need. No one is rushing you.”

She paused."My clothes are in the closet. They will fit you. I have got some extra undergarments too,brand new, don’t worry." She chuckled." I want you to feel safe... even if it’s just for a little while."

I gave her a gentle nod. She smiled and stepped outside the room.

Jimin dragged me here, and refused to listen the moment I beseeched him to take me to the cabin. He didn’t care about my protests,not until I was patched up and taken care of. And yes,  I was a wreck, worse than I wanted to admit. Bloodied, broken, barely holding myself together.

Now, I am here, at Jimin's place, somewhere I never expected to be but exactly where I needed to be.

I slowly drew myself into the bathroom. I glanced myself at the mirror and slowly unbuttoned the shirt Jungkook offered me. I unravelled the filthy sheet I wrapped myself around when Jake stripped me naked.

I gazed at myself. The bruises on my cheeks and on my lips were darker and eerie. A reminder of how I stood there hopeless and yet I fought that bastard.

Taking my time leisurely, I washed myself in the warm shower. I winced each and every time the water sprinkle spread through my bruises. After what felt like an eternity standing under the steaming water, I finally stepped out of the shower. The heat had numbed the ache in my bones, but I still moved slowly.I walked over to the closet, searching for a tampon. My fingers found one instantly, and I inserted it through my slits. carefully. The relief was almost overwhelming,it felt like a small piece of comfort in the pandemonium like my body was finally being acknowledged.

That’s when my eyes landed on a black floral-printed dress hanging in the corner. Soft, delicate, with tiny yellow flowers scattered across the fabric.  I reached for the fresh set of undergarments Freya had brought me, pulled them on, and then slipped into the dress. It fit gently, like a softness embraced me. It felt good.

I stepped out of the room and was met with the soft sound of giggles. It was light, untroubled laughter floating in from the living room. Jimin and Freya were sitting close, sharing something quiet and intimate, the kind of moment untouched by blood, loss, or pain.

I stood there paralysed , haunted by the resonation of the memories I didn't want to slip back into my head.

Because I remembered that sound. I remembered that warmth. Like how Ian and I were, before everything shattered. Before the lies, the silence, the violence.

And now, I stood there with damp hair and a bruised face , watching in pain.

It hurts. Not by a sudden sharp pierce ,but in a slow, hollow ache. Relentless. The kind that dawdled and never left.

" Hey .there you are. How do you feel?" Freya asked instantly as she felt my presence there. She walked to me.

" You guys look great together." My chin wobbled as my soul was subjected to sphagettification. My heart was yearning for him. My man. I wish I never left him. Atleast. He would have been alive.

Tears spilled out from my eyes.

" Hey, look at me . Are you ok? " Freya curled her fingers at my chin and uplifted my head. My eyes met hers.

" I am not ok." I whispered and inclined to her chest." I shouldn't have left him. I should have stayed with him. "

" Hey, Y/N. ..." She rubbed my back.

" Y/N." Jimin interrupted. " It's ok ..."

" No its not!! It's fucking not!!!" I roared and clasped my hair into my palm. " It fucking hurts! ." My knees sunk to the floor. " It hurts. I fucking lost him!!!"  I screamed loud. My throat felt shredding and disfiguring by the scream I let out.

I slammed my already fractured wrist against the glass table beside me. The impact was violent and horrifying.  Then I punched it and thrashed it .Again and again,violently, blindly, like some demon has possessed me.

"No! No, no, no! Fucking no!" I howled. I screeched again. "I killed him! I killed him with my own fucking hands!"

My body shuddered with pain. Pain that lingered as I lost him.  "I wish I were dead! I don’t want to live,  don’t,I don’t..."

The scream disfigured my throat like something that was horror, and shredded my words due to a blood gushing scream. My cries were no longer words just the sound of a soul rupturing that cannot be fixed.

Blood sprayed across my knuckles, dripping in thick lines down my hand, blended  with the glass shards embedded into my skin. My wrist twisted wrong, something tearing deeper inside, rupturing with every punch I landed on the glass. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just wanted to end myself. The pain was killing me.

I kept punching the glass until the table shattered, collapsing in a thousand gleaming fragments that sliced at my skin like scythe. But the pain was nothing. It was a background score compared to the yowling thunderstorm dangling inside my head.

I knelt there in the breakage, surrounded by broken glass. It was an evidence of my wrath I had in myself for letting him to get dissolved in the flames.

" Y/N. Stop it. Stop hurting yourself." Jimin hooked his hands to my shoulders as he couldn't me rupturing into millions of shreds and bits. " Dont ...." He sheathed me in his arms and patted my back to calm down my wrath.

" I killed him, Jimin." A violent sob ripped through me. " I killed him with my own hands. I killed my husband." I screeched again and pushed him away. " With these hands ..." I gazed at my blood soaked wrist and thrashed it to the glass shard again.

" Stop it , Y/N!" he roared and  tethered me to his arms more firmly. I writhed in his arms. " I killed him...." I cried again, clinging to his shoulders.

" You ..what?" Freya's wobbling voice invaded while she stood there watching me break in astonishment and distress.

" I killed him with my own hands.  He clung to my arm and begged to me to pull him up..." I sniffled my snots. " But I just pushed him into the flames."

" No . This cant be happening. He can't just die like that. Not when he almost had you..."Freya's words fragmented as something painful struck her soul.

" Y/N. Tell me what the fuck is going on? " Jimin gently hold me in his arm and shook me softly. " How did you even kill him? What the fuck happened?  why didn't you tell me this before?  "

"I...I.. found out he had a twin before he even took me into the cabin. I found everything he did that night. The night he killed his parents and my mom..."  My voice trembled.

" He did ....what?" Jimin 's voice came out as a whisper.

" I couldn't take the betrayal and lies he imparted just to have me for himself and I just ran away from him.  . And ended up in hell with Jake. Thats where I found Jungkook, Ian's twin. " I panted. My words scrapped my throat. " And he followed me, fearing Jake would kill him brutally I pushed him into the flames to end every fucking thing. .. "I whimpered. " Which was imbecile of me ."

" What have you done, Y/N? " Freya's voice sliced in like a searing scythe. " Do you even realize what the fuck you did?" Her voice bifurcated into , half scream and half sob. "You didn’t just kill a man, Y/N… you destroyed the only person who ever truly saw you. The one who loved you without asking for anything back. "

She swallowed hard. Every breath she took was arduous for her. Yet. She gathered her words to speak

"He wanted nothing but you. Just to be yours. To stand beside you, even in the dark. He begged for your love even when he was crawling through his own fucking hell, Y/N. How could you just crush him like that!"

"Freya...I.." my words imprisoned in my chest.

"You killed the one person who saw the worst in you… and still chose to love you."

She swallowed hard.

"He wanted nothing but to be yours. He carried all your worse nightmares like it was his own. He loved you, with every scar, every bruise on his soul, Y/N And now you are just saying he is no more. And lost ."

I looked at her in dismay with tears rolling down from my eyes.

"He carried your pain like it was his own. Loved you through your chaos. Through your silence. Through everything  .. 

She took a moment and she shook her head. " You know , I think you should just ...." She gritted her teeth. "Get up. Get out right now!" She bellowed." Why dont you just die, Y/N?"

My heart contorted into twists and knots of  apprehension.

Why dont you just leave me alone? Why dont you just fucking die?. My mind slipped back to the words I let to lacerate on him before I pushed him into the flames. And now it bounced back to me.

" Freya, where would she go now?" Jimin sliced in.

"I don’t fucking know, okay?!" She snapped. Her eyes ignited with wrath. "She fucking killed my brother, Jimin!"

She paced. "You know how the three of us grew ,how we held on to every damn promise we made to each other like it was the only thing keeping us alive."

Her hands clasped into fists."And now he is gone. He is fucking gone because of her." She pointed her finger against me.

"She couldn’t even hold on to his love. She let it slip like it meant nothing. She doesn’t deserve to be near us,not when he is lying cold in the ground, and she’s still here, still breathing." Her words shook like a thunderstorm while I stood there taking in all the painful words that was thrashing me.

" Baby, where would she go? She has no where..." Jimin gently let go of me from his arms and walked to her.

" No where to go? I know where she have to go!" She grinded her teeth ,trying to hold herself back from murdering me. Which I would gladly take it. Stabbing, burning in fire, falling off from the cliff. Anything. I would take gladly take anything.

"Get out!" She turned to me. " Get the fuck out of here. ! Get the fuck out of my face. If I knew you did this to him, I would have let you die until your nothing but a rotten meat. "

" Freya ." Jimin softly placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down which she swiftly wilted off.

" Freya . " I mewled. " I just wanted to know the truth.. I am hurt more than you. It fucking kills me that I killed Ian..."

" For fuck sake! Why the fuck are you calling him Ian" She yowled loud such that it shuddered the room." Wait. Who the fuck even bestowed that name? No single soul knows that name. "

" Jake.. it was him..." I stammered.

" Jake?" Freya's eyebrows wrinkled.

" Baby , just a minute." Jimin interrupted gently. " Y/N. " He turned to me." How did you even Jake got you , Y/N? How do you even know Jungkook has a twin?"

I sighed in exasperation.

" Wait. Didn't you mention about his vengeance? For the other Jungkook ?"He recalled my statement.

I gave him a nod.

" Y/N, was it because he believes,the other Jungkook died because of you...?" He hoisted up another question to recall his memory lane of the words I said him.

" Yes , and he said Ian killed him " I took a gulp down.

" Thats fucking bullshit!" Freya growled.

" Yes its fucking bullshit. Baby can I?" Jimin drafted a request to invade and speak.

She delivered him a nod.

" Y/N, there’s no fucking way our Jungkook killed the other Jungkook. After the crash,after that car flipped Paxson and Clark dragged you out, along with the other Jungkook. They took both of you. And your man he ran after Paxson’s car, screaming your name, screaming for the other Jungkook. The whole damn thing was caught on the highway surveillance camera."He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. " And I found that out after I received the file from Jake."

I let out a shuddered gasp." Wait. If Paxson and Clark took me to the mansion , then what about the other Jungkook? What did they do to him? "

" They sent him to the asylum." Freya's voice sliced in again.

" Asylum?" My breath caught at my chest. " It wasnt the twin who was pushed to asylum? "

" No.. hold on . What do you mean the twin? You ..you .." Freya stammered. Desperation jotted all over her face." You mean our Jungkook 's twin.?"

" Yes. Thats what Jake said. Ian was the one who sent the twin to the asylum and killed the other Jungkook in car accident." My words came out in pace.

" Thats fucking bullshit. Again. The other Jungkook died right in front of Jungkook 's eyes. He held him in his arms at the police station. He would never hurt him." She roared.

" Then what about the twin? There were several scars on his body which might be done by the ruthless men at the asylum...."my words sliced off as out of nowhere, something stuck my head. " No. Jake was the one who slashed the knife on his face.. , which means." I paused to recollect. " He did the same to his body because the other Jungkook endured in the asylum? To take out his frustration on my man and me.."

" Did you see him? Did you talk to him?" Her words pulled me out of my thoughts. " Is he alive? How does he look?just like our Jungkook?" She whimpered. Tears fell down terrible from her eyes.

" Who?" I asked softly.

" Ian."

" Ian?" I wheezed.

" Yes Ian. Jungkook's twin brother whom he thought was dead " Freya's body trembled.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" Jimin's countenance dipped in perplexity . So was mine.

" Jungkook's twin brother is Ian. For eighteen long years, Jungkook thought he had died in the fire. He carried the grief like a shadow. " Her voice came out with a soft tremble. " Y/N ." She turned to me." Did you see him? Did you talk to Ian? Did he say anything about what happened in your life? What happened to you and Jungkook? "

My breath started to hyperventilate. " Ian? The twin I met, his name is Ian?"

" Yes. Ian. He is Ian. He has this ...." She swallowed hard. " One arm cri .."

" Twisted and crippled." I finished off her words . A tear slipped down from my eyes. She gave me a gentle nod with consternation.

" No no ." I clapped my hand to my mouth. " No. That cant be.. His name is Jungkook. Thats what Jake called him. "

" He is Ian! Jungkook used to pretend as Ian since he cant step out of his cursed room. He was not allowed out of  that room. His parents never allowed that "Freya snapped at me. "And Jungkook,he wore Ian's name like a mask. He made moves in his place, made people believe Ian still ruled, to depict to the people who called Ian as weak "

" What?" I gasped.

" Freya, you knew he had a twin.?" Jimin's eyes went wide and round. She gave him a nod. " Why didnt you mention that before?"

" Jake has hold him captive. Jimin please you need to help him. He did terrible things to him and he would do more..." I trembled. " I saw the scars, I saw the pain he went through. Please..."

" Jimin.. just fucking take her out of my face right now. " Freya snapped back at me " Or I might end up doing something that you might regret. I dont want to hurt her. Even after everything, she is still the girl Jungkook gave his whole damn heart to. "

" Where would she go, Freya?"Jimin whispered.

She turned to me. Her eyes ignited with fury. "Get the fuck  out of this place. You wanted to know truth right?" I swallowed hard." Go. Go to the cabin. Thats where you are supposed to be. You found out what happened that night right?"

I gave her a nod.

" Now get out and find what happened before that night. Get out." She marched to the nearby desk and hurled out the drawer only to pull the first aid box.  She tossed it to my hand ." Treat your hand by yourself, now get out. And one more thing,if anything happens to Ian before your husband gets to him, he won’t just hate you. He will never forgive you. Because it is unforgivable. Not in this life, not in the next. You think he is broken now? Wait until he loses the only blood left that ties him to the past. If Ian dies… you will be the last string he slices. And when he does, there won’t be a single part of you he will ever look at without seeing betrayal."

I swallowed hard.She let out a cruel scoff " I know every bit of truth. I know who you are , who is Ian and who is Jungkook and who is other Jungkook? But i wont spill it out Y/N. Go chase your truth. Wander like a stray animal, sniffing through the dirt, starving for answers. Let the truth rip you apart. Let it feed on you like you are nothing but a fucking rotting meat. Maybe then, when it's too late, you'll see,some truths are not meant to be found. They are meant to bury you. And you will find out why Jungkook tried to so hard to conceal them from you.."

" Baby, just calm down, you dont  know what you are talking. There is a lot you dont know about Jungkook." Jimin chimed in.

" Me? You mean I dont know anything about my brother." She let out a laugh. " Its you. Its you who dont know anything,Jimin. Just go ahead and find everything."

Jimin pulled out a napkin from his pocket and walked to me.  " Lets go to the cabin. " He swirled the napkin around my bleeding wrist." Just tell me where it is. " I gave him a nod.

Hours later:

" So this is the cabin, you were talking about?" Jimin turned his head to me while I was wandering around the cabin looking for my pets.

I gave him a nod , concurrently I was whistling and snapping my fingers to call my pets out . Because the last time I saw them, bullets were tearing through their bodies and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. They tried to protect me but in turn I couldn't protect them.

I clicked my tongue as a command in a pinch of hope they will be still alive or someone helped them. Or may be he.

" Y/N. Come on lets get inside." Jimin sighed as his patience was transforming into thin line.

" Where the fuck are they? They had to be here. Crawling to me. " I murmured and whistled again. There were no sign of them " no no no. Didnt he  find them out? Didnt he take them to hospital or did they..." My breath hitched. " Did they not make it?"

" Y/N. Whats wrong?"Jimin marched to me. " Come on let's go inside.,"

" Jimin, before Jake got me, his shot our pets. ." I Whimpered. " If nothing terrible happened to them, They are supposed to be here, crawling and waiting for me or him.But there is no sign of them . I am scared. What if they ..."

" You guys took your five pets in here?" He raised his brows.

" God no! They were their parents. " I shook my head.

" How many alligators are you going to pet? " He tutted. I shot him a glare. "Alright. I will instruct my team to look for them ok. They will be fine. " Jimin tapped my shoulder gently.

" No. He is dead. I was gone. Who would have even looked after them?" I cried out.

" I will get my team , Y/N." He gave me an assurance to which I could only clung to. " Where was the last place you saw them?"

" By the side of the road. They were shot by him.. " my voice came out in a whimper.

" They will be alive , Y/N. What if Jungkook found them and helped them? " He tilted his head and watched my teary eyes. " They will be fine... "

"It was my fault, I called them out to protect him from being attacked by them. But they..." A sob ripped through me.

" Y/N its not your fault, come on "

He gently escorted me into the cabin. I tried to sweep off the thoughts about my pets. But it still pierced me. The moment I stepped inside I could only feel him. My husband. I recalled the way I stepped out of here sobbing and crying while I literally left him to bleed chained to the bed. I inclined my head down and sobbed relentlessly. My tears slipped down to the floor of the cabin. It smeared the dried blood that was plastered to the wooden floor.

My heart lacerated deep and hard. It was his blood. I crouched down and swiped my fingers at it. My tears blended with his blood tainted my finger tips. A puncturing pain ripped through me. His blood was in my hands. I stood up and instantly marched to the room where I chained him to the bed.

My heart ceased a hit of palpitations. My eyes witnessed his blood dried and smeared all over the floor and the headboard of the bed. My knees plunged down to the floor as I ruputred into sobs.

"I love you… but I don’t want you. Not like this. Not anymore."

" No, baby please. Listen. Listen to me. You cant leave right now. Dont .please listen to me. Everything i did was because I love you . Baby please

His every words rang to my ears and cut through me deep and sharp like a scythe. His every words clutched my heart in a painful grasp. Sunflower please dont leave me.

" No no. I cant. ..." I cried out " I cant go through this without you. Please be alive. Please come back... I dont care what you did. Please.. Please." I ranted like a madwoman holding my hair strands between me fingers.

I promise I will take you with me. I promise I wont hurt you. You dont deserve this pain, sunflower.

His voice drilled my head. But the words. They were peculiar. I never heard him saying that to me.

" Y/N. You have  got to see this. " Jimin's voice ripped me out from my perceptions that I was trying to connect.

I turned around my head to his voice that emerged out from the other room. The room that lead to the basement. The room where the korean scribblings were carved on its wall.

I planted my feet and rushed to the other room. Before my feet left the room where his blood dripped and dried , i gave a glance to the chain tangled to the bed's headboard.

I stormed into the other room and glanced at Jimin who was drowning into the  scribbling carved on the wooden wall.

" Anything?" I asked him softly and mopped off my tears with the back of my hand.

" Something terrible happened here… something so vile it clings to the silence. The scribbling on the walls was like it was holding its breath, waiting for someone to uncover the horror buried beneath." His eyes imparted shades of disamay and distress.

" What is it? Read it for me." My words set in a soft command.

He took a moment to set himself stable as if he would collapse by any minute .

" Jungkook, me, and Eomma,we were a happy family. Eomma always gave us food. She always loved us. She never hurt us like the other Eomma does." He paused as he read the lines aloud.

"And Appa... Appa never talks to us. He's always angry. He always yells at Eomma. Sometimes he hits her. Eomma hides us in the closet when he's mad. But Jungkook... he wanted to know why Appa hates us." His voice softened.

"Jungkook took me with him. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. And the best thing that happened to Jungkook... was Y/N. Our little flower. Jungkook’s sunflower. He met her at the neighbor’s house. She was tiny and scared when we found her crying on the street."

Jimin glanced at me. I nodded, showing I was listening."Jungkook really likes her. He talks about her all the time. I think... I think we’d be a good family. A happy family. Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Y/N, Jeon Ian... and Eomma."

"One day, Appa and the other Eomma came in all of a sudden. They took me and Jungkook apart. Appa ripped us away from each other. I was always with Jungkook… always. But he tore me away."

Jimin gave me another glance as we both couldn't sort out what we were reading.

"It felt like Appa cut pieces of me. My skin, my flesh ,just to keep us apart. Like I am not whole anymore without Jungkook. He didn’t just take him… he cut me from him."

" What does that supposed to mean? " I mumbled.

" From that day on, Jungkook started standing up to Appa. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Not when it came to me." Jimin read out softly.

"And Eomma… she lied. She told Appa she did what he asked. That she killed me. She said it like it meant nothing. Like I was just something to get rid of. But Jungkook knew. He always knew I was still out there, hiding in the closet . And he never stopped fighting for me. And I promised him I will save his sunflower always. Jungkook loves his sunflower so much. He always says she’s the prettiest and kindest person ever. He calls her his sunflower .He visits her all the time and tells me about the happy things she says and does. Like how she smiles when he brings her strawberry… or how she crushes sunflowers in her tiny hand so that they dont hurt Jungkook 's hand and said it meant they were forever.

Teara roamed down from my eyes. My chest clenched in pain and hurt. Jimin took a gaze at me. His eyes were crimson in disbelief.

"Jungkook says he’s going to marry her one day" He continued". He says we will all live together,me, him, little flower, and Eomma. A real family. A happy one. No yelling. No hiding in closets. Just peace, and smiles, and love. I hope that happens soon. Because I really want to be part of that family too. "

A few moment painful silence lingered.

" Closet? " I mumbled and turned around rushing inside the closet. I clasped the lock affixed at the basement door. " Jimin ,can you help me open this.."

" Step aside " he stormed in, and pulled out his gun from his waist. In a beat, he hit the bullet to the lock. It shattered and opened. I flung my leg to the basement door. It swung opened. I descended down the stairs and crouched down where I found the scribbling carved on the wooden stairs. ' Save Jungkook'. I ran my fingers across it.

" Y/N what is it?"Jimin followed me.

" Jimin…" I whispered, my voice wobbled as my eyes lingered on the faded scribbles scrawled across the cracked stairs. "Can you… " I gulped down."can you read the name written at the end? Right there… at the bottom?"I pointed at the wall where the scribbling carved.

My throat tightened and my chest knotted in several contortion. My heartbeat thundered in my ears like it would explode by any second.

"What does it say?"

I watched Jimin stepped closer to the wall, his brows furrowed . His fingers gently traced the last few letters, lingered and splintered.

He didn’t answer right away. He stood there like something strangled his throat.

"Jimin… please." My voice shuddered. "What name is  written there?"

The tranquility strangled me and ripped me.

He turned his eyes to me. His lips quivered.

" Freya was right." His voice came out in a whisper.

" What?" I wheezed. " Jimin tell me what the fuck is written there? Tell me the fucking name!" My patience was spiralling thin." Tell me who wrote that on the wall?"

" Ian. Jeon Ian " He whispered.

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