Y/N

"Ian..." I whispered to myself. "Hang in there. I am coming for you."

A single tear escaped, slicing down my cheek like a blazing fire. My throat clenched as I swallowed hard. A dry pain travelled down my throat like shards of glass. " I won't stop... not until I save you," I promised, to him and to myself. I turned on my heel, ready to face whatever hell awaited.

But I never got the chance.

A sharp metal crack resonated through the air. Pain exploded at the side of my head like a lightning bolt made of iron. My knees teetered. The world spun. My vision blurred. My vision doubled and then started to fade like a dying light.

My eyes caught the vague outline of someone standing over me, an iron rod gripped tightly in their hand. I tried to blink the fog away, to focus, to fight but my body didn't respond. The last thing I saw before I slipped into blackout was that shadowed figure watching me fall.

And everything went black and dark.

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Hours later.

"Y/N..! Y/N!!"

A familiar voice bounced inside the darkness of my mind, and shuddered me from the void like thunder crashing through a storm.

"Please, God! Wake up! Come on, Y/N!"

My eye lids gradually uplifted coupled with a groan rumbled through my throat. A throbbing pain stabbed at my temple. I reached for my head, and when my fingers came back slick with blood, a sharp gasp ripped from my lips.

"Fuck..."I breathed.

My vision swam, the world spun and tilted. I blinked against the blurriness, trying to focus, trying to anchor myself.

"Y/N. Look at me.. hey, hey, look at me!" The voice came again, more urgent now and it was closer.

I blinked twice, and the fog began to lift. A face slowly came into focus.

"Jungkook...?" I whimpered, disoriented.

But the voice that answered wasn't his. It was softer. Trembling. Familiar. "Y/N! Wake up!" it cried again, and suddenly the blurred image of the figure sharpened, and I saw him.

"|Ian.." I gasped. His name broke from my lips like a prayer, and I crawled toward him, my limbs trembled and dragged across the cracked, cold floor like I was no longer human but something like a mammal and desperate.

His wrist was chained. A rusted iron chain bound him to a window rod. His skin scraped raw where he would have fought to break free. His eyes were gleaming with tears and filled with something that shattered me, fear.

"Oh my God, Ian... are you okay?" I choked and tried reaching for him,

"Y/N, please... run."

His voice wobbled. Each word sounded like it was torn from his throat. "Get out of this place... please..."

"No," I shook my head, refusing to accept it. "I am not leaving you."

"For God's sake, Y/N. Leave! leave!" he beseeched. "Before he comes back! Please. Please I am begging you."

But I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe." NO, Ian. I am not leaving you, we are lea..." The realization was just beginning to dawn. My eyes lifted slowly, and wandered around the room.

The walls.

Those old, crumbling walls. Stained with age and blood.

Then the floor.

My gaze dropped and I saw it.

The dried up blood. Dark and rust colored, soaked into the wood where Jungkook's father had died, where my Jungkook had slit his throat.

My stomach turned.

I glanced to Ian again, his body was trembling, hand still bound, and saw the floor beneath him. And it hit me like a lightning bolt. He was chained to the very place where his mother had been strangled, with curtain cloth by my Jungkook and crushed his boots at her throat.

And just beyond him, against the opposite wall, my eyes locked on a hollow and haunting spot. That was where my mother had fallen. That was where she had died. The spot where my Jungkook sliced her head off and rolled it on the floor.

Terror coiled in my chest like a contorted twig.

"He brought you here," Ian whispered. "Y/N... he brought us here. Back to where it all started. Right where he wants us."

My blood turned cold." what?"

"Please..." Ian begged. He couldn't even breathe. "Turn around. Run. Before it's too late."

"Y/N, please..." Ian's voice was a rasp now, raw and broken. "Please... you have to get out of here. He never wanted me, he wanted you. Go now! He wont kill me until he have you for himself. leave."

I shook my head and crawled closer until my hands cupped his trembling face. His skin was cold, plastered with fear and exhaustion.

"I am not leaving you" I whispered. "Not again." I took a sharp inhale.." I FUCKING REMEMBER EVERYTHING, IAN. You, me and your brother, that asshole hid every pain within him."

"Little flower, please. .no.." He whimpered.

I set my forehead to his." I fucking remember everything. Its my fault he lost you for years. He lost his mom.."

"God, No! its not..."

" Why did you walk me back alone, Ian? that's why your dad found about you and came for you.." I leaned to his chest and sobbed against his chest.

" how can I not protect my little flower who was the reason we both survived. ." He gently stroke my hair at my back.

" what?" I looked at him.

"You were the one who saved me and Jungkook when we thought we weren't even worth saving. How could I not come back for you, my precious little flower? To make sure you are safe from the monsters..." He paused, eyes dark and unreadable. "You will understand what I mean... when the time comes."

Tears welled in Ian's eyes as he clenched his jaw. "Y/N... listen to me."

He looked around , his cuffed wrist tugged at the chain. "You don't understand. He is coming back. He brought us here for a reason, this place... it's sacred to him. It's where everything started. He wants blood to end where it began. Yours. Mine."

"I know what this place is," I said quietly. "I remember what happened here. And that's why I won't let it happen again."

Ian squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head desperately. "You think you can stop him? You think this ends if you stay?" His voice cracked. "Y/N, I am begging you. He doesn't want me. He never did. He wants you. You are the one he has been after all this time."

"I know," I took a gulp down . "And that's exactly why I can't run."

Ian's breathing quickened. "He will kill you. Do you understand that? He will make you watch me die first just to break you. That's what he does. He breaks people. He twists them."

I reached for his hand, the one not chained, and clutched it tightly. "Then let him try. I came here to save you. And if that means standing between you and him, I will do it."

His hand gripped mine back, hard, like he was trying to stop me with a force. "Y/N, Please. Don't do this for me. You don't have to prove anything. You have already saved me, just by showing up. Now go. Live. That's how you fight him."

But I didn't move.

My eyes blazed with tears, but I didn't let them fall. "No, Ian. Family doesn't run."

He sobbed once, hopelessly and shook his head against the wall. "He is going to tear you apart..."

I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. "Then I will make sure he bleeds trying."

Just then, a sound echoed through the room, a metallic scrape. Footsteps. Getting closer.

Ian's eyes widened in panic. "Y/N..please! RUN!"

But I didn't move. I turned toward the sound, standing between Ian and the door like a shield.

Let him come.

The metallic clinking grew louder. Each steps echoed. Then, silence. My breath caught in my throat. A figure appeared at the doorway, shadows peeled back like a cloak to reveal him.

Aron Silver.

Dressed in black, his coat still dusted with dried leaves from the woods he leaned casually against the doorframe with a sinister smirk carved deep into his face.

"Well, well..." His voice sheathed with mockery. "Looks like someone is too loyal to her dead lover's brother. "

I tensed, and stepped in front of Ian as Aron sauntered in slowly. He intersected his arms at his chest.

"So stubborn," he snickered. "Coming all this way, dragging your little heart along like some pathetic woman who lost her love of her life" His eyes narrowed on me. "All to save your... what is he now? Brother-in-law? Ex? An old souvenir from your guilt collection?"

"Shut up." I snapped.

He chuckled. He glanced at Ian, chained, and still bleeding from his wrist and shook his head with faux pity. "You know what I see when I look at him? A wasted effort, by the Jeons . Poor Ian, always trying to crawl on the floor like a pathetic living being."

"Don't talk about him like that, "I growled.

Aron tilted his head. "Oh, sweetheart... I know why you are here. You think this is redemption. You think standing here makes you a savior. But you are not." He stepped closer. "You are just late."

I didn't flinch. "Then I will still bleed trying to be on time."

Aron's countenance darkened. " But I know what makes you tick. You don't want Ian to die because he wanted him alive. Because your sweet Jungkook saw something in this pathetic boy, and now you are playing immolate to his ghost."

My fists clenched.

Aron leaned in." And guess what? I did love playing with your head. Played around with your head, made me fell fucking good." He let out a dramatic moan." If you think you love him... it's just muscle memory. You are not even sure who he is to you anymore, are you?"

I stared into his eyes, without one blink.

Then I took a slow breath. "I don't need memories to know evil when I see it. And my Jungkook... he still lives inside me. In every breath, in every ache. He lives in the way I love him, like he never left, like he is still mine."

He blinked, once. His jaw twitched.

A snarl Ian behind me. "Touch her... and I will rip your throat out."

Aron chuckled again. "Still got bite, huh?" He drew out a knife from his coat pocket. "Then let's see who breaks first."

"I am not leaving without Ian," I snarled, my voice ruptured with fury and fear. "And I swear to God, if you lay another finger on him..."

He chuckled darkly. "fucking threatening..." Then he threw his body over me.

I didn't wait. I launched forward, ducked his arm, slammed my elbow into his ribs. He grunted and stumbled back, but not far. The knife slipped out of his hand. He recovered too fast, swung a wild punch that grazed my shoulder.

I twisted, using the force to spin and kick low, nailing his thigh. He staggered, but grabbed me by the wrist before I could strike again. I slammed my forehead into his nose. Blood spattered across his shirt, but he didn't let go.

He roared and shoved me into the wall.

"Come on!" I screamed, dragging in a breath as I escalated back with everything I had.

We grappled, fists, elbows, knees. Raw and vicious. Like two animals fighting for breath.

I threw a punch, he ducked. He swung and I caught his arm and drove my knee into his gut. He bent forward, and wheezed.

"You fight like hell, Y/N," he panted and laughed. "But you are not him. You are not your Jungkook. You would let the whole world burn if it meant dragging his corpse through the ashes with you."

I didn't respond. My heart was too loud. My fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palm.

"Let Ian go," I growled.

"Come take him," Aron whispered and smiled ,spreading his arms wide like welcoming me into his hell.

That was all it took.

I charged again. Pure rage pumped through me. My shoulder collided into his ribs, and sent us crashing against the table behind him. Its contents clattered to the floor.

He grabbed a wrench, and swung it towards me. I ducked, pivoted, and slammed my knee into his thigh, then a palm strike to his throat. He choked, staggered. I didn't wait. I spun, elbowed him in the temple, and shoved him hard against the wall. Dust shook loose from the ceiling.

He grinned but thrilled. "You think you are a fighter now, huh?"

He headbutted me.

Stars exploded behind my eyes. The sting blurred my vision for a second, but I clenched my teeth and bit through the pain. I grabbed a rusted pipe from the floor and swung, He caught it mid air.

With a growl, Aron yanked it from my hands and threw it. Before I could react, he grabbed the collar of my dress, yanked me forward, and threw me over his shoulder onto the ground.

I hit the concrete hard. Breath knocked from my lungs.

Before he could pin me, I rolled to the side, kicked my heel up into his ribs,once. Twice. He snarled, coughed, but grabbed my ankle.

In a desperate surge, I flipped backward, using his grip for momentum and landed behind him. I threw my arms around his throat and yanked him into a chokehold.

He thrashed, slammed me into the wall, but I held on.

"You will never get away with this," I fizzled in his ear.

"I already did, "he spat.

Then, he dropped to the ground, rolling his entire weight onto me. My grip broke with a cry.

He spun, and in one fluid move, straddled me, slammed my wrists to the floor with his knees. I hit the floor with a sharp thud, my breath knocked out. Pain ripped through my spine.

I thrashed, kicked, but he straddled me, pinning my wrists to the floor. His grin sheathed in sinister as blood ran from his nose, painting his teeth red.

I screamed, thrashed, but he was heavier, faster. Blood ran from my scalp into my eye. My vision blurred again, and his face swam above me.

"Look at you," Aron panted, hair stuck to his forehead, a smear of blood over his cheek. "Crawling, bleeding... for a brother who isn't even yours."

"Ian is mine," I growled through gritted teeth. "He is family. You wouldn't know what that means."

He leaned in. "I know exactly what it means. That's why I am destroying yours."

And then, a sudden vibration.

We both froze.

Jimin's phone buzzed inside my pocket. It was persistent, and shuddered rhythm against my ribs.

Aron's lips curled into a wicked smile. His eyes glinted like knives.

He inclined down. His nose nearly touching mine. "Pick it up."His ruffled hair brushed against my forehead. His brown eyes were visible though his glass, The scar at his cheeks which I left after I stabbed him with splinter of wood was visible and his prosthetic eye haunted me.

I shook my head, panted and trembled beneath him.

I didn't care to answer the call.

"I know who you are, asshole," I spat, blood and sweat blended on my lips. "Stop pretending to be someone taking revenge for his dear friend, Jungkook. The other Jungkook."

Aron's eyes squinted.

"Yeah. That's right," I snarled. "I know who you are. You don't belong to him, you never did. You are not Jake Carpenter. You are not avenging anyone. You are just another twisted product of that pathetic bloodline... Silver."

For a second, silence hung in the air and charged like the moment before lightning strikes.

Then Aron laughed. A cruel one, like it belonged to something inhuman.

"What the hell are you even talking about?" he mocked, He shook his head like I was delusional. But there was something off in his voice. A crack.

The phone shuddered again against my hip. The vibration pulsed into my skin. He glanced at my pocket, then smirked.

"Go on," He tilted his head. "Pick it up. Probably your sweet little brother, Jimin."

Before I could react, he leaned down, too close, and dragged his tongue across the side of my neck, tasting the sweat on my skin.

My entire body shuddered in disgust.

I writhed beneath him, and tried to twist away from him. "You are sick!" I screeched. "Fucking disgusting!"

He chuckled again, leisurely, like he was savoring my reaction.

"You think you have got it all figured out, don't you?" he whispered into my ear. "But you are still beneath me. Just like him. Just like them all."

He slipped the phone from my pocket like it was a game to him, swiped to answer and held it against my ear with a mocking grin.

"Y/N!!" Jimin's voice burst through the speaker. "Y/N, for God's sake! I told you not to go! I told you!"

I gasped for air. "Jimin..."I panted. "Are you okay?"

"Where are you?!" he shouted. "Tell me right now, Y/N. Right now."

I didn't answer fast enough.

Aron inclined in, he whispered into the phone. "Oh, she is beneath me, right where she belongs... fighting, squirming. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

His hand brushed along my neck again, slow and disgusting, until I slapped it away with a growl. And he set the phone to my ears. "NO! NO! NO!" Jimin screeched. "Y/N, get out of there. Get the fuck out.. PLEASE!"

"Mr. Park, please make it quick, someone might walk in," a woman's voice trembled on the other end of the line. "The doctors could come any second."

I realized he must have borrowed a phone from one of the hospital staff, just to reach me.

"Just one minute. Please," he panted." Y/N..PLEASE." He spoke to me in a shuddering cry.

"I can't!" I croaked, pain sliced through my throat. "I won't leave Ian."

The other end of the call fell quiet for half a second, long enough for the horror to settle in Jimin's tone. "He doesn't want Ian." Jimin's voice plummeted to a deadly whisper. "Y/N... he never cared about Ian. This whole thing,this setup..it was never about him."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

"It's YOU he wanted, Y/N. You were the bait. The goal." Jimin sounded like he could barely breathe. "He used Ian to get to you. You walked into the fucking hell"

"No..." I blinked.

"Tell me where you are!" Jimin roared again.

I turned my face from Aron's grip and trembled, "Paxton residence..."

A tranquility plummeted.

"FUCK!" Jimin's rage shattered through the line. "Y/N, GET OUT OF THERE! RIGHT NOW.RUN!"

"I am not leaving him!" I screamed back.

"Y/N..." Jimin's voice concealed into something agonizing. "You don't understand. Aron Silver... he is not just anyone."

My breath caught and clawed at my throat.

"He is the other Jungkook."

The world split open into shreds and pieces. The world didn't just shift ,it ruptured. Like glass hit with a hammer, reality splintered around me in wrenching silence.

The room stood frozen. I felt the time itself was gasping.

A sharp, high pitched buzzing screamed in my ears, louder than my own heartbeat, louder than my thoughts. Like an explosives had gone off ,not in the air, but in my chest. And then his words echoed again , like scythe slicing through the every dimensions of truth of everything I thought I knew.

Jimin didn't just speak.

He detonated truth.

"What?" I whispered, my body went numb.

"Aron Silver is the OTHER Jungkook, Y/N! After birth, he was taken from the Silver family and handed to the Jeons. He never died in prison. Maxwell hid him. Raised him like a weapon. He was not dead. He is right in front of you."

I looked up, into Aron's face. That smile. That scar. That dark, dead stare that never left me from the moment we met. "He was born a Silver, Y/N," Jimin growled.

It was him.

"Welcome to my hell, sunflower," he whispered to my ear ,and licked my earlobe. I writhed in disgust.

"No... no..." I choked on my sob and stumbled backward on all fours. My voice barely escaped my throat. "How did you...?" The words staggered in my mouth like ash.

He tilted his head slightly. A cruel curiosity dangled in his eyes. "How did I?" he resonated mockingly, and hoisted up a brow. Then his voice enclosed in a rancor.

"Look at me, sunflower..."

Before I could react, he lunged. His hand clamped around my ankle and yanked me across the dusty floor. I screamed, clawed at the ground, but he was stronger and relentless. My back hit the floor hard.

He stood over me and breathed heavily. His jaw clenched. And then, slowly, he lifted both hands and brushed his messy hair backward, slicking it out of his face.

My breath caught.

Then he reached for his glasses,those thin rimmed, carefully worn glasses that had hidden half his identity and slid them off.

And that's when I saw it.

Again.

His eyes... weren't level.

One socket hollow and glassy. A prosthetic. The other one gleamed, that was real, blazing with rage.

His face, slightly lopsided. His upper lip twitched on one side, his beard covering the rigid structure of a face that had once been shattered.

He stooped down in front of me with the poise of a monster admiring his kill and then his fingers curled around the knife he had dropped earlier.

I didn't even have time to scream.

With terrifying calmness, he turned the blade, not toward me, but toward himself. He dragged the knife across his jawline. Not to harm, no, not yet, but to shave.

He shaved off his beard with a hunting knife.

"What are you doing..." I whimpered, my voice trembled as I pressed my back against the floor.

He didn't respond. Just kept dragging the blade across his skin in slow, deliberate strokes. Every slice of the blade peeled away another layer of his disguise, his beard fell in coarse clumps onto my dress, my thighs, my stomach. I sat paralyzed, too shocked to even brush them off.

And then I saw it.

The twitch.

His upper lip jerked with each motion, almost like a nervous tic that had fused into him. His mouth was crooked, twisted, as if he was always halfway to a sneer. As the beard cleared, his chin revealed faint scars, some old, some fresh, some still red. His nose bridge had a disturbing crook, like it had been broken and healed wrong. And then came the worst of it,his eyes.

One real. One dead.

One burned with something dark and deranged. The other, glassy, artificial, was like staring into my soul.

Every few strokes, the knife slipped, cutting his cheek open. He didn't even flinch. Blood trickled down his jawline and smeared into the shaving foam of his own skin, but he continued, obsessed, relentless.

"Do you remember this face, sunflower?" he rasped, and lifted his chin in the dim light, soaked in sweat and blood.

I shook my head. My breath hitched. My stomach churned.

"No... no, it can't be," I whispered.

"Look closer." He leaned in. "Look at what your precious Jungkook did to me."

His breath smelled like iron and madness. His skin, half-shaved, half-slashed was glistening red. The symmetry of his old features was gone, replaced with pandemonium, a map of pain carved right into his bone.

"Look at me closer, sunflower, "he whispered to, me, his chin tilted as he studied my shock. "Don't you recognize my face... at all?" He asked softly.

I stared. The disbelief curdled in my chest.

And then, like lightning striking through ten years of memories,I saw it.

The boy. The haunted eyes. The distorted smile that trembled under pain.

crush the sunflowers, like you do when you give him

that guy is dangerous Y/N

I am sorry I ruined your flowers.

Its ok you can make me another one.

why do you give me sunflowers?

she loves me. not you. she fucking loves me , brother. you can never have her.

"Jungkook..." I gasped. "You are... him."

I gasped, trying to crawl backward on my elbows, blood rushed in my ears. "No... no, this can't be..." My heart was splitting open, confused and twisted. "I thought you were dead. I thought.. how is this even real..?"

He smiled weakly, lips barely moved.

"Face palsy," he murmured, and tapped the left side of his face. "A parting gift... from your precious Jungkook."

He laughed then ,like he couldn't sort it if it was funny or tragic.

And I just loitered there, frozen, staring into the face of the boy buried by Paxson and Clark.

I felt sick.

His breath was shuddered. His blood smeared face hovered inches from mine, the twisted remnants of what once might have been love now warped into something monstrous.

"Do you like seeing me like this, sunflower?" he growled through clenched teeth, his blood dripped down to my neck and chin. "Huh?"

I couldn't speak. My throat locked. My chest seized. Tears poured uncontrollably down my cheeks as I stared at the distorted face in front of me, one that I once knew, or thought I did.

He didn't wait for my answer.

"This is the face you once wanted to kiss." He snarled. "Before that sick bastard came in and ruined everything. Before he turned you against me."

No. I never wanted to kiss him, I wanted my Jungkook, always.

His chuckle ruptured but not from weakness. From the abundant pressure of the rage inside him.

I tried to crawl back, but he nudged his knees to my wrists.

"Don't look away.!!" He grabbed my chin roughly, smeared his own blood onto my skin. "Don't fucking look away from me." He clasped his teeth together. "I know you don't like what you see now. Because you were in love with him, weren't you?"

I whimpered.

"Y/N! run!" Ian beseeched with desperation.

" shut up!" The other Jungkook roared to him.

"You loved him," he spat, his face inclined down to mine, his twisted lips trembled. "And then you just ran off with him, after he killed my parents. After he took everything from me!"

His voice shattered into a scream.

"How could you, Sunflower? Huh? How could you?" His hand thrashed to my cheeks. I yelped.

Blood from a fresh cut on his cheek dripped onto my dress. He didn't even notice. Or maybe he liked it. Maybe he wanted me to wear his pain.

I sobbed, and yearned for breath as his face hovered above mine, that was unforgiving and inescapable.

"I did everything for you. Just like he did. Fuck! I did it better!" He slammed his hand beside my head, the sound blared like a gunshot. "Sunflowers. Strawberries. Letters. Everything you ever loved, I gave it to you. I bled for you!"

His eyes, widened in insanity.

"And still you chose him!" he roared.

I flinched violently. My body trembled beneath his shadow. He was shaking too, but from a storm inside him I couldn't begin to understand. A fire that had been burning for too long. A fire that had turned his love into hatred. "Was he better than me, huh?" he roared, spit flew from his mouth, voice broke under the weight of fury and madness. "How the fuck was he better than me?! You said you liked me! You said you would love me, Sunflower!"

The name, that name, stabbed into my chest like a knife.

"No! No, I didn't!" I screamed, the words clawed out of my throat. "Stop calling me that!" It wasn't just a word. It was a phantom, his phantom. The one I truly loved. The one who used to whisper Sunflower like it was sacred. My Jungkook. And now, it was being used like venom to kill me. "Only he gets to call me that..." I whispered through gritted teeth, my eyes welling. "Only my Jungkook."

His face twisted. Something terrible gleamed in his mismatched eyes.

"You know what I detest the most?" he growled ."Calling you that fucking name!'

Then out of the blue, his hand swung viciously across my face. A flash of white pain burst behind my eyes. My head whipped sideways. The sting burned deep across my cheek.

"Fucking bitch," he snarled coupled with a weak chuckle. And stood up from me.

He raised his boot and with insane pleasure, he stomped down hard on my fingers. I screamed. The bones in my hand screamed louder.

"Jungkook, please. Listen to me!" I cried out, my voice shattered like glass as his boot pressed down harder on my fingers.

He sneered down at me, teeth gritted. "Listen to what, huh? To your pathetic lies? That you and that piece of shit Jungkook didn't destroy everything I had? That you didn't kill your own mother just so you could keep fucking him?!Did his dick felt so good when he shoved in your pussy? huh? " He twisted the boots to my knuckles. I wailed in pain. " was he a good fuck? or did you spread legs for him on the same night he promised you he would take you away from your mom? Did his dick felt so fucking good , you planned to kill my parents and your mom, to elope with him to be his fucking whore!"

"No! That's not true!" I yowled. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blended with the blood and sweat clung to my skin. "Please, just listen.."

"Jungkook, please!" Ian's voice rang out from behind. "Let her go! She is not part of this, she has nothing to do with what happened to you!"

But that only made it worse.

"Nothing?" Jungkook snarled, his voice shattered under the weight of rage. He turned toward Ian, his face twitched. "She was everything in it! She was the fucking reason everything went to hell!"

He pointed at me and trembled with fury. "She took my parents from me. And her precious Jungkook, that bastard she chose over me, he threw me into hell!"

He took a gulp down.

"He left me in a fucking asylum like I was nothing. NOTHING! And when I clawed my way out of that place, you know what he did?"

His eye sheathed with dark cloak. "He came to the fucking police station and smashed my face in with a baton. Look at me! LOOK at me!" He pulled my chin up with brutal fingers, and forced me to look into his contorted and scarred face.

"See this?" he spat. "My face.. disfigured. My eye? Gone. The bones shifted under my skin, twisted into this... thing!" His words were shuddered and lips quivered as blood trickled from his cheek again.

"This isn't a face. It's fucking filthy.!"

My mind reeled and spun violently.

But that footage. The one I had seen, the one where Paxson and Clark were the ones thrashing him, not my Jungkook.

The truth began to crack through the chaos.

Something didn't add up. Someone had twisted everything.

"No..." I whispered. "It wasn't him. Jungkook didn't do that to you...someone made you believe it was him."

His laugh came out as a sob. "Bullshit!"

"I got face palsy because of him! No one wanted me, not even you. No one. But they did. Paxson and Clark... they were the only ones who cared. They got me out. Took me to doctors. Helped me remember." His words crumbled into something helpless.

He clutched his own skull, eyes darted as if the memories themselves were torturing him. "And what I remembered... was your Jungkook.. he destroyed my world! He murdered my parents. And fucking framed me in the crime which I never did. He left me for dead."

"They lied to you, Jungkook." My voice trembled out of pain. "They twisted everything. They used you."

"Shut the fuck up!" he roared and another slap cracked across my face, which snapped my head sideways.

My mouth filled with the taste of copper. My ears rang. But even as the pain clawed through me, I saw it, the pain in his eyes. The boy I once knew, lost behind the monster they made. And I cried, not just from fear, but for what they had done to him. If at all they didn't do this to him, I could have saved him.

"Stop it! Let her go!" Ian's voice uproared as he thrashed against the iron rod, the cuffs bit into his wrists. Blood smeared his skin, but he didn't care. "Let her go, Jungkook! Please!"

"No. Not when I finally have her where I want her." His finger tip leisurely, traced my neckline. I writhed in disgust. " I am the Jungkook you should have been tangled up with. The one you should have chosen. But instead..." he gritted his teeth. "you ruined me, Y/N. So I decided, I will ruin you."

He exhaled like he had carried those words for years. He then paced backwards.

"After Mom and Dad were gone, I had no one. Nothing. Just a scarred body and a shattered mind." His voice broke for a second, but he masked it with venom. "Uncle Paxson and Clark told me I was in a coma for six months. Six fucking months. And when I opened my eyes, guess whose name I screamed first?". He paused, pointed a trembling, blood smeared finger at me. "Yours. Only yours."

My breath caught.

He chuckled . "They said I was broken. But they could fix me. And they did. They reminded me of everything, how you were obsessed with that bastard. How he wormed his way into your heart while I was left to rot in an asylum. They showed me what I had forgotten. They showed me who you truly were."

He stepped forward again. I backed up and crawled until my back hit the wall.

"I followed you, Y/N. I watched you both. I studied you. Every smile. Every time you touched him. Every time you whispered his name like a prayer. It burned me alive. So I made a plan. And they helped me. Uncle Paxson said he had you, safe in his mansion, treated like his own daughter. And I loved that. It was perfect."

He knelt beside me, His eyes were were both fury and madness.

"He wanted revenge, too. You took his beloved Mrs. Rey, didn't you? Just like you took my parents. Just like you took everything from me."

Tears stung my eyes. "No, I didn't.."

"SHUT UP!" he roared. His face twitched, blood from his self inflicted cuts dripped down his chin as his twisted lips curled into something between a smirk and a sob.

"You destroyed me. And now I will destroy you. Not just your body, Y/N. No. I will shatter your soul. Slowly. Painfully. The way you did to me. The way your Jungkook did to me." He whispered. "I wanted to ruin you completely, Y/N. So I started my plan ten years ago." His voice was calm. "Mr. Maxwell adopted me. Gave me his son's name, Jake Carpenter. Raised me like his own. He trained me, pushed me, helped me get into the NIA. Just like I promised my father... I swore I would take down everyone who did terrible things him."

My skin went numb.

"But what I didn't expect," he went on. "was your precious Jungkook joining the NIA too, alongside your brother, Jimin. That little twist of fate? I hated it. I knew the only reason he was there was to destroy the file on him. To erase his sins."

He leaned in. "And when he took over the mission to capture Paxson and Clark, when he dared to lead the case against them.. I lost it. Paxson... he's like a father to me. And your Jungkook wanted him dead."

My stomach dropped. He saw Paxson as a father? The same man who had tortured him... had warped his memories? I felt nauseous.

"I watched him, Y/N," He growled. "Your Jungkook. I watched him watching you. Following you around like a stray mutt. And the day he brushed past you on the street , you didn't even recognize him,I knew."

He paused," That's when I realized... Paxson had messed with your head. He had made you forget. Brilliant, wasn't it?"

My lips trembled. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to scream.

"But instead of being mad, I got excited. You know why?" He tilted his head. "Because I wanted you to fall for him. So I could rip him away from you. Ruin you. Break you so deeply, you would never crawl out of it."

He sneered. "I watched you crawl into his lap at that club... kiss him like his whore. I watched him sneak into your house at night, again and again. The more you loved him, the more beautiful your downfall would be."

A single tear slipped down my cheek.

"Y/N..Please dont listen to him. just Run." Ian wailed.

"I told Paxson to marry you off to Roy." He brushed off Ian's wails. "I needed to crush you slowly. But then he made a better offer. He said there was a man, Enzo.. who wanted you untouched, pure. He would pay Paxson a fortune. But I didn't care about money. I only wanted to see you suffer."

His tone turned cold.

"So I gave the nod. Take her to Enzo, I said. Do what you want. Paxson and Clark... they were working for me, Y/N. The whole time."

My breath caught. I felt my lungs freeze." Oh and since you spread legs for that dipshit , Jungkook ,I had to tell them to stitch your filthy hole." He chuckled.

"Enzo?" I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. That sick fuck who wanted you as virgin or should I say tight as fuck!"." He chuckled like it was all a joke.

"Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!" Ian yelled again and the other Jungkook didn't give a damn to him.

"Ian, wait.." I said gently to Ian and then I glanced at the other Jungkook. "You mean... Enzo, your uncle?"

He dawdled at the spot.

"Uncle?" His brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Enzo Silver," I swallowed hard.

He guffawed at me. "The fuck he is not my uncle. I don't even know the guy's full name. I have never met him before Paxson made the deal."

My whole world tilted. I stared at him. My heart pounded to my ears. "Wait... your real name is Aron. You know that, right?" I asked, breathless.

He scoffed. "Aron?" He looked confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

And that's when it hit me. The missing piece. The lie he had been living his entire life. Jimin's words echoed in my head, Aron was adopted by the Jeons the second he was born. Maxwell gave him to them.

" Your name is not even Jungkook... its Aron Silver and you didn't even know who you really are." I mumbled to myself. "The Jeons adopted you to replace my Jungkook" . I shook my head in realization. "They named you Jungkook on purpose Because they needed someone to stand in my Jungkook's place. Someone to smile like him. walk like him and Exist like he and Ian were never tossed away like trash. They wanted to erase my Jungkook so they found you. They asked for help from Maxwell, and he helped them. He brought you from Silver family and placed you at Jeons.. And made the world believe you were their only son and used you to bury the existence of My Jungkook."

"What?" he snapped, his head jerked toward like he was sensing a threat.

"You don't even know who you are," I murmured. "They are not even your real parents. They only.."

SLAP.

The sharp sting cracked across my cheek.

"Say one more fucking word about my parents and I swear, I will slit Ian's throat" he roared. "Just like your Romeo did to my dad!"

I clutched my stinging face, my ears rang with his wrath.

"Ten fucking years!" he spat. "Ten years I lived in hell, watching you smile, watching you laugh, living so damn peacefully while I was drowning. You had no clue you took everything from me. I waited, every second, for the moment I would tear it all away."

His voice lowered, almost like a snarl. "I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted your Jungkook to come crawling back to you just in time to watch your whole world collapse. And guess what? He did."

He smirked with insane pride.

"He showed up right on cue. Just when I leaked news of your marriage to Roy, he reappeared like some heroic bastard. Just like I planned. And watching it unfold...God, it was perfect."

He walked towards me. "Your first kiss at the club. Your engagement with Roy. His dramatic little invasion at your wedding. And then.. boom!!Paxson gets you again. Right after your precious Jungkook tries to rescue you like a goddamn knight in shining armor."

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Oh, Y/N... I watched. All of it. Fourteen fucking videos. Every tear, every scream. You crying. Every time Roy fucked you, I watched all of it. "

I gasped. The name Roy, almost plunged me into the scene of the horrifying nights I was with Roy.

"Y/N.. Please , Run little flower, don't listen to the bullshit he is talking. go please." Ian's whimpers coupled with the chain being tugged.

The other Jungkook thrashed his hand to my face again." keep talking and I will do the same what Roy did to her for fourteen nights." he snarled to Ian. I felt bile rising in my throat. "Just let her go.." Ian sobbed. The other Jungkook ignored him.

"But you know what really pissed me off?" He continued. "When you tried to save him. From Enzo. With Jimin. You."

His fist slammed into the wall beside my head, and I flinched.

"And then... when Jungkook lied to you.. told you he didn't love you, told you he used you, just to keep you out of this revenge mess? That was my limit. Because Jimin, fed you the same bullshit story your Jungkook made up. My story. My fucking pain."

He laughed again, but it was hollow.

"He stole my past. He repackaged it into some tragic tale and handed it over to you and Jimin like some fabled truth. So that no one would suspect he was the real kingpin, the head of the global syndicate. And when you found out the truth, about his lies, you ran straight into fire to save him."

His face twisted with disgust.

"You lured Enzo and Paxson to you, hoping your Jungkook would swoop in again. Goddamn it, how cute. Two lovers saving each other like it's some tragic love story."

My chest tightened with pain. He was poisoning every memory I had fought to protect.

"Oh, and I almost forgot..." he sneered. "I always knew that bitch Eleanor wasn't your real mom. That Mrs. Rey? She was nothing. So I snatched her. Tossed her over to Paxson like garbage. And still, your fucking Jungkook came for you. He fought Paxson and Clark. He fed them to those little monsters of yours. He saved you. Saved her. And you two? You thought it was your happily ever after."

He paused.

"I couldn't allow that.'

His eyes gleamed like broken glass.

"So I decided to ruin it all again. Drop a thunderstorm on your little fairytale. And I did. I gave everything to Jimin, your Jungkook's identity, his file, the truth behind the Silver bloodline assassination."

My body went numb.

He smiled.

"And then he tried to save you again," he said casually, as if he were narrating a story that didn't belong to him. "Pulled you out, flew in like a goddamn hero on that helicopter and landed by that pathetic little cabin in the woods."

He chuckled darkly, and paced a few steps before turning to face me. "I had my men plant a GPS on the chopper. Of course, he didn't notice. He was too busy playing savior. So, I sent Travis. Sweet, loyal Travis."

He sighed like it genuinely hurt him.

"I made him mess with your head. Told him to mention about Ian. That Jungkook had a twin. And made him push you to perplexity that your Jungkook 's real name was Ian." He giggled like a evil. "Oh and I hated that face of Ian's..." he muttered, and pointed Ian.

"You know why?" He leaned closer. I crawled back to the wall as if it could swallow me.

"Because every time I looked at face of Ian.. I saw your Jungkook." He stiffened his jaw such that a nerve would explode by any second.

"So I ruined it. I sliced it." His eyes burned with twisted satisfaction." Oh fuck.." He let out a dramatic moan." It was such an amusement to watch his face being sliced and stitched back in. Every time he screamed, I imagined it was your Jungkook who was screaming. I pretended it was him, begging and breaking."

"You sick fuck..' I choked on my sob.

"Because no one gets to wear his face... not after what he took from me."

Tears spilled from my eyes . "How could you do this to him? because he looked like my Jungkook?" I thrashed my fist to the floor. I gazed at Ian. My heart tore into shreds and pieces." All this time.. all this suffering, just because he reminded you of someone you couldn't destroy! you sick fuck!"

He snickered and let out a sharp exhale. "And after my dad set fire to that pathetic little cabin, after he found out about Ian.." He clicked his tongue. " Well, my dad wanted to get rid of Ian and Jungkook. Said they were a curse, an embarrassment he needed to erase. So he set fire to the cabin."

He laughed under his breath. "He really thought Ian died in that blaze. But guess what? The fire didn't finish the job. It was his surrogate mother, the nameless woman who was never meant to matter, she ran into that inferno to pull Ian out. She gave her life for him."

I looked at Ian.

"They never knew who their real father was. Who their mother was. Just abandoned... just forgotten... just failed experiments that no one wanted to claim.

Ian let out a quiet, broken sob, the sound so fragile it barely reached the air. I flew my fist to his cheeks." Say one more word about them like that and I swear to every holy and unholy things in this world I will rip your fucking tongue out."

"Oh, Sunflower..." he murmured, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand." You will find out soon enough what I am going to rip from you."

He slowly, dragged the tip of his finger along the neckline of my dress, a cruel smile tugged at his lips. I flinched, my whole body recoiled, the implication was loud that he meant about my dress.

He stood up.

"Dad..My other dad who raised me, I mean,Maxwell found Ian. He was lying there in the woods, barely breathing... unconscious... broken."

He paused.

"Maxwell took him in. Hid him from the world. Because my father... he told him to. He said..' Keep the boy safe. Someday, he will be useful.' And Maxwell listened."

I felt my stomach twist as his voice deepened.

"So Maxwell raised him like a ghost in his own house. A pawn... a trap. Waiting."

He stepped toward me.

"Then, when the time was right, he tossed Ian to me like a bone and said, 'Use him. Lure her.' And guess what?"

He guffawed. It was hollow and sharp. "It worked."

"Fucking monster..." I trembled, barely able to hold my body up.

He didn't flinch, just tilted his head, smiling like he was enjoying every second of my fear.

"I needed to push you, break you down until you started digging that basement. I spoke to Travis and I meant every fucking word because I am the master, Y/N .." The corner of his twitched lips curved. "who created an entire army to take you down. I am the master who sent every eighty one men to the cabin, to drag you to my hell. "

His voice sharpened like a blade.

"Because he stole from me. My name. My identity. My life. So I wanted you to see it for yourself. And you did, didn't you? You dug. You saw the footage. My father. My mother. What your Jungkook did to them and me.. You saw me."

He snickered. I whimpered.

"And still... you didn't recognize me." He bellowed. "You and your pathetic Jungkook didn't even know my face...because he fucking ruined it!"

His scream bounced off the walls like a thunderclap.

"Then what did you do?" He sneered. "You crawled out of there, filthy and broken, looking for truth like a stray fucking animal. You wandered through those woods like some lost soul."

He leaned closer, eyes gleamed with cruel delight.

"I had men stationed all around the perimeter. You came crawling along the damn road, those alligators ..." He snickered. " They followed you to protect you.I didn't have a choice but to shoot them." He shrugged, like their lives meant nothing.

"You fucking moron!" I screamed, and slammed my fist against his leg.

He kicked me,hard. I yelped, and crashed sideways.

He scoffed. "God knows if those 'pets' of yours are still alive. Jungkook even trained them to protect you. To save you. And yet... you still came to me."

He stretched his arms wide, like welcoming a guest.

"And now here you are, Y/N. " He chortled. "And ever wondered why your Jungkook's men never found where you are until now.." A smirk tugged to his lips." Because my men are hunting them down and slicing them off like a dead meat.. just like he sliced off the arms , legs and heads of my men. And I know, you and him relished fucking and pounding on the piled up bodies of my men,"

I trembled.

"Do you really think you came here by accident?" He chortled. "I lured you. I wanted you here." He smirked.

"I know you snuck into Maxwell's house," he growled with pride. "So I followed. And now... I finally have what I want."

"Let Ian go!" I snapped. "You wanted me, right? Well, I am here. Take me. Let Ian go. Let Eleanor look after him!"

My voice ruptured, remembering Jungkook's letter... the one he carved into the wooden wall. My chest burned with the memory.

But he just shook his head slowly. "Oh no. Ian's not a hostage. He is a pawn. And I am going to use him to control you."

"Just fucking let him go!" I shouted. "You want me? Take me, asshole! You coward!"

He laughed out loud, mockingly, like I was amusing to him.

"You really think I am scared of you?" He snarled. "Do you know what I am going to do to you, sunflower?"

I stared at him, breathing hard. "I know exactly what you are planning. But if you think that tossing me to multiple men gonna break me, you are wrong. Only cowards do what you are about to do. And you.. "I spit the word out, "you are a fucking coward. Wrecking a woman's body doesn't make you powerful, to wreck a woman you need to fight her back ,fucking face me .. You want to use my body to wreck me , make me feel weak , then fight me like a man..you fucking coward!"

His fist crashed into my cheek.

Pain exploded in my head. I fell hard, tasting blood.

"You are going to Bliss Mental Asylum," he spoke through his clenched teeth and, gripped my hair to jerk my head back. "And you will stay there, permanently. But first, you will get a taste of my hell."

He inclined closer. "Before Bliss... you are going to Flem Asylum. That abandoned shithole where I lost everything. You will get your training there. You will understand what I went through. What Wilson did to me..."

His grin widened as I struggled beneath his grip. " You will know what they did to me..You will know how they stripped me naked and used me, raped me multiple times, you will know how Wilson hit the potato socks on my back, you will know how they passed electric shock to my head every time I denied I didn't kill my parents..."

My body quivered. " Every time I screamed to Wilson, he would just throw me to men and they would use me like a some dead meat to pleasure themselves. And you know when I gave up, and agreed to him, that I killed my parents and I would agree the same in the police station,..." He paused and then added. " when Wilson mentioned that he would bring you to this asylum and do the same to you. And I gave up, I said , and nodded I will just take the false accusation...of killing my parents because I was obsessed with you and they were against me.. Because that's what your Jungkook framed me in. And instructed Wilson to show me hell.."

"No..." I shook my head. " Thats not true. It was Paxson..."

"shut up!" He slapped me.

" You are out of your fucking mind, Jungkook. stop this bullshit. fucking wake up to the truth." I yelped. " Or face me, you fucking coward!" I screamed. "Face me like a man! Fight me and if you win, I will do whatever the hell you want!"

My chest heaved as the words tore out of me. But deep down, I knew the truth.

Before he ever got the chance to win, I would end him. I would tear him down with my bare hands if I had to. Because Ian's life meant more than mine ever could. And if saving him meant burning myself to ash, then so be it.

"Face me, coward!" I roared, the fury in my voice loud enough to rattle the house.

He let go of my hair and slapped me hard across the cheek. My head snapped to the side with a sickening crack, blood pooled on my tongue.

"Let's fight then," he growled, and stepped back, cracking his neck, and balling his fists with a grin carved straight from hell.

I staggered to my feet. My legs trembled, blood dripped from my lip, heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to tear through my ribs. Every part of me screamed to run, but I wouldn't, couldn't. Not when Ian was still out there.

The moment he lunged, I barely ducked. His fist grazed the side of my head and slammed into the cracked wall behind me, sending plaster splintering like bone. I rammed my elbow into his stomach and he barely flinched. He grinned wider, like he liked the pain.

"Wow, sunflower. That was good hit." he sneered and pushed me to the window. My back thrashed to he window and it cracked the wooden sill.

I screamed, grabbing a broken piece of the window sill that imitated like knife from the floor and sliced toward him. He grabbed my wrist mid air and twisted it until I cried out, the broken piece fell to the floor. Then he kneed me in the stomach, and I collapsed forward, breath stolen, vision swimming in red.

But I wasn't done.

I hoisted up and clawed at his face, dug my nails in so hard they tore his skin. He grunted , blood bloomed under my fingers, and punched me across the jaw so violently I spun and crashed the floor. My side screamed, something cracked, but I pushed off and lunged again, shrieked. We tumbled together onto the floor, our fists flew. He pinned me once, I smashed my forehead into his nose. He screamed, blood spurted. I used the moment to flip him beneath me.

I punched him.

Once.

Twice.

Over and over.

Blood splattered up my arm, slick and warm. His face was barely recognizable, purple and red. My knuckles tore.

Still I kept going.

"Let Ian go" I screamed. " Let him go! you want me?take me, you fucking monster!"

He laughed and choked, blood bubbled on his lips. " oh I want to take you rough Y/N, but guess what you disgust me."

He reached up and grabbed me by the throat, and flipped me off him again. My head smacked the floor hard, stars blasted behind my eyes. He straddled me and his were eyes wild, face bloodied and gleamed like something undead.

"You want horror?" he fizzled, wiping blood from his mouth and smeared it across his face like war paint. "Then scream, sunflower."

I prodded my fingers into his prosthetic eye. He howled, reeling back, and I pushed up, and hit my elbow to the window's glass. The glass shards splattered to the floor . I clasped the middle wooden piece of the window , hauled it with a force and swung it at his back with everything I had. It connected with a disgusting crack. He dropped to his knees, coughing. I straddled him this time, my entire body trembling, drenched in sweat and blood.

I raised the wooden piece again, he caught it. He twisted violently and drove his elbow into my ribs. I gasped, thrown off balance, and before I could react, he reached for the broken glass scattered near the floor.

I didn't see it coming.

A sharp, blinding pain ripped through my side. I screamed as he buried a glass shard into me, deep, just beneath my ribs. My blood poured warm and fast. The pain was terrible, my vision went hazy for a second. My legs teetered, and I fell backward, clutching the wound. He crawled toward me, bloodied, unhinged, lips pulled into a red stained smile.

"Bleed for me, Y/N," he croaked. "You look so fucking beautiful when you bleed. "

But he moved too slowly.

I yanked the shard out, howling as I did, and just as he tried to straddle me again, I drove it into his shoulder, deep and hard just like I stuck on my Jungkook's shoulder because of this lies this monster scattered around me. He screamed, a gurgled, animal sound, and I tackled him down with every bit of strength I had left, pressing my full weight on the glass until it twisted in his flesh. I grasped another glass shard and stabbed to his wrist. He screeched. And took another one to stab on his other wrist. " I only bleed for my Jungkook. And when I bleed, I make sure he devours."

I twisted the glass hard on his shoulder violently. He yowled in pain. Blood drenched to my hands " It did hurt my Jungkook the same when you made me stab him..."

" Fucking..." He cried out.

"Stay down!" I spat, blood coated my teeth, eyes were wild. "Don't you fucking move."

I looked toward Ian, his face pale, slumped near the far wall, chains still wrapped around his wrist. "Ian!" I shouted through shuddering breaths. "Watch him. Don't let him up. If he moves.. scream."

Ian nodded, barely, tears streaked down his face. "Y/N, please... just kill him. Just end it..."

I didn't answer. My limbs shook from pain, my side throbbed, but I forced myself to stand. I stumbled through the hall, crashed into walls, half blind from blood and pain. I tapped my hands on the walls to move towards the kitchen trying to hold myself stable.

I found the kitchen. Ripped open every drawer until I saw the glistening of steel. Knives. Three of them sheathed with few rusts. I gripped them tight, the handles slippery with sweat, and turned back, dragging one foot behind me. When I reached the monster again, he was still breathing, barely moving but his eyes tracked me.

"You are done," I panted

I dropped to my knees and pinned both his wrists to the floor with the knives, one by one, stabbing through flesh, wood and bone. He howled in agony, writhing, but there was no escape this time.

I stood and backed away slowly, blood dripped from my abdomen, in a trail, and stepped out of the house and my way to the garage. " Y/N..no.." Ian wailed. I corned off his yowls and walked further until I reached the garage. Everything inside was reeked of metal and old oil.

I scrambled on every boxes and racks, ignoring the pounding in my ears and the scream of every nerve in my side. I wandered my eyes across the room until my eyes landed on red canisters.

Gasoline.

I grabbed one. Then another. And another. My arms burned, but I hauled them back into the house. The other Jungkook was still on the floor, pinned, twitching like an insect trapped under glass.

I didn't look at him.

I just opened the canister and began to pour. First around him. Then all across the wooden floors. I splashed the gasoline across the walls. Then into the kitchen. And moved into the room where my Jungkook hauled me out to save me from monsters. I scrambled up the stairs and then splashed across my room. The room where me and my Jungkook had warm nights, the room where I wrapped myself around him fearing my mom . I glanced at my room once.

its ok sunflower, I am here for you, baby.

Tears spilled down my eyes my Jungkook's voice waved inside my head.

Trying to brush off his thoughts I descended down the stairs and spilled the rest of the gasoline all over him. " No.. No.." He writhed. " Don't , sunflower.." He tried drag me into his trap ,by calling me by he name my Jungkook calls.

I scoffed and doused the place in silence, the sharp scent filled my lungs, stung my eyes. I walked to Jimin's phone which clattered down when I was thrashing him. I picked it and plunged into the my pocket. Then I returned to Ian, in a swift motion.

He looked up at me, weak, exhausted, his lips cracked and trembling. I kicked the window rod until it went bent, broke from the window and untangled the chain from the window rod. I clasped my wound for a second, the pain tore me , every time I moved.

" Its ok. Everything is going to be over soon," I whispered. "I have got you." I dropped to my knees beside him, slipped my arms under his shoulders, and hooked it. I pulled him ." Fuck!!!" I shrieked in pain as the wound at my abdomen ripped me.

Every inch hurt. My wound tore more as I pulled him. But I didn't stop.

"Y/N.. Pease.. listen to me , little flower, just leave me here and run, I will end him... go.." Ian beseeched as I pulled him and dragged him. I didn't listen to him. The front door creaked open as I yanked him across the threshold. Then through the overgrown lawn. I dragged him through blood soaked soil and inclined him to the old Oak tree where my Jungkook used to stand watching my window.

I collapsed beside him, both of us panted under the open sky.

He stared at me like I was a phantom.

"Y/N," he whispered.

I brushed his hair back with my trembling and blood soaked fingers.

"You are safe now," I whispered. "You are safe."

Behind us, the house stood still, breathing its last. And I was ready to set it on fire.

"Y/N... please," he whispered again, his voice frizzled at the edges, barely holding on.

He gripped me like a drowning child clinging to driftwood, his crippled hand trembled against my bloodied skin, nails dug in, not with wrath but with desperation. His eyes, were swollen and red, locked into mine for mercy. For hope. For anything.

But there was nothing left to give him, except a goodbye.

"Ian," I breathed, kneeling beside him, my voice splintered as the pain in my wound tore me every time I moved an inch, "If I leave him like this... he will come back."

He immediately shook his head, no no no, like a child refusing the end of a story. His body trembled, his shoulders shook as silent sobs began to well up again. "No.. Y/N, no, please don't say that, don't do this..."

"He will crawl out of the fire," I yelped on pain and clutched my wound gently. "He will. He is like rot in the bones. If I just walk away... he will survive it. And then he will find me. He will find you."

His bottom lip quivered, his jaw clenched like he was trying to hold back a scream. His stiches and scars on his face shrunk.

"He won't die," I whispered. "Not until he takes everything from me." His eyes widened as my words sank in. "Then let me stay," he choked out. "Let me make sure.. let me do it!"

"No," I said, my voice suddenly firm, though the inside of me was already in pieces. "Everything started because of me, Ian. So it should end with me."

I swallowed the scream rising in my throat and touched his face, gently, reverently. My thumb brushed away the tear streaks from his dirt smeared cheeks. I bristled my thumb on his stitches and scars, like I want to feel them one last time before I leave, forever.

"I already lost your brother," I whispered. "I lost the man I loved... the man I married. I can't lose you too. I won't survive it." Tears poured down from my eyes. He grabbed my arms with his other hand with more strength than I thought he had left. "Then don't do this, please, I am begging you, I can't watch you die too!"

I smiled through the pain, a broken, tearless smile that didn't stretched to my eyes. "Maybe he is waiting for me in heaven," I whispered. "Maybe he is up there... still carrying the pain I put on him when I shoved him into the fire."

Ian was shaking his head, his body shuddered with sobs. "Don't. Don't say it like that, he forgave you. You didn't know what you were doing.. he forgave you.."

"But I didn't," I said. "I never did. I cant forgive myself for what I have done to him."

My voice trembled, and split open like an old wound. "And you know what would make me feel peace?.." I sniffled. "I will finally feel the pain he did... when his skin burned and I wasn't there to pull him out. I will feel it now. I will meet him with the same scars. And maybe then... he will take me in his arms again."

"NO!" Ian screamed, his cry was raw ,more animal than human. "No, please don't leave me! You are all I have left.."

I leaned in, forehead pressed to his.

"I am so sorry,". I breathed, pressing my forehead to his, more firm. "If the universe allows... if the stars are kind, if heaven hears me, I will be born again someday. And I will find my Jungkook again."

Ian's sobs wracked his chest , his fingers clawed into my arm like a child refusing to let go of his mother.

"But not just him," I whispered. "I will find you, too."

He blinked through tears, not understanding.

"And when I do," I smiled faintly, "I will ask God for just one thing."

"What?" he croaked.

"That you are born not as his twin again. But as my son." My voice broke as the words left me. "So I can hold you from the very beginning. So I can love you like a mother would. And no one..no one.. can ever take that away. I will ask to be born not just as your brother's wife. But as your mother ."

Ian's chest hoisted under the weight of his sobs. He could barely speak, but I continued.

"I will raise you. Hold you. Teach you to laugh. Love you from the start. And maybe this time, no one will hurt you. No one will take your brother from you. And no one...no one...will have to burn."

He broke completely. "Y/N...please..." He clutched on me tighter.

"I will tell Jungkook I saved you," I whispered, my lips trembled . "I will tell him you lived. That you will go on."

My fingers slid into my pocket and pulled out Jimin's cracked phone. I placed it on Ian's chest, his hands trembling beneath it.

"Call for help. Tell them to take you to Eleanor, Yaze's mom,she will protect you like her own, son. Jimin will come. He will fix what he can. You are not alone, Ian."

He tried to speak, but no words came. Just sobs.

"Freya, Jimin, Eleanor... Yaze. They will be your family now."

I leaned in again, one final time, brushing his hair back, like I already saw him as the child I would never get to raise. "And when you are ready... when your bones stop aching... find someone to love. Marry her. Build a life. Let it be yours."

"No," he sobbed, barely able to breathe. "I don't want any of that if it means losing you..."

My heart shattered then. If it hadn't already. "I have to go." My chest tightened. "I have to let the fire swallow me... just like your Eomma once did. Just like she let the flames take her...just to save you."

Heart split.

"So think of this as her doing it again." My fingers gently tucked his blood, matted hair back from his face.

"This time, through me."

He shook his head, tears pouring. "No..no, Y/N, please, don't say that. Don't do this..don't you dare..."

I cupped his cheeks with trembling hands, forcing him to look at me. "Ian, listen to me. This isn't just sacrifice... this is love. This is what mothers do. Even if I was never truly yours, I wish I had been. And if I can give you one last thing... if I can keep that monster from ever touching you again, then I will do it. Even if it means walking straight into the flames."

I pressed my forehead to his.

"Live, Ian. Live like both your mothers died hoping you would. And if there is any heaven at all... I will find your brother there. I promise. And I will tell him everything. I will tell him I saved you."

"NO.." He choked in his sobs.

"I love you," I whispered. "I love you like the son I never had. And I am sorry it took this long to say it." I pulled back.

He screamed.. screeched.., when I began to pull away. His fingers clutched mine so hard it hurt.

But I couldn't stay.

I stood up.

With a heart that no longer beat for itself, I slowly peeled his hand away from mine, one trembling finger at a time. Each release felt like tearing a piece of my soul apart, but I had to do it. I had to be strong, even if it meant breaking in silence. His fingers tried to cling, desperate and shaking, but I kept going. I couldn't look at him. If I did, I would fall apart too.

He reached for me again. "Y/N... Please..."

But I didn't turn around. I couldn't.

Because if I did, I knew I would run back into his arms and stay. And that would mean letting the nightmare survive.

I stood there for a moment, letting the harsh tranquility between us scream louder than any goodbye. My back to him. My breath shuddered. My chest ached.

Then, I walked. One step... then another... toward my hell, away from the only piece of love I had left.

And I didn't look back.

I stepped inside. I shut the door behind me, locking it with a hollow click that echoed through the burning silence. Ian's screams roared the other side of the door, but I forced myself to shut it all out. My hands trembled, my ribs ached, and every breath I took felt like I was inhaling glass. But I kept walking.

Because this had to end.

I wiped the tears and blood across my cheeks. My eyes found him, the other Jungkook, writhing on the floor, the knife still embedded near his shoulder, blood pooled out like ink. His once countenance was now twisted in something close to fear.

"Let's end this," I growled. "Let it fucking end here."

"Y/N...Y/N, please," he stammered. "Sunflower... listen to me, okay? Let's fix this. I...I swear I won't hurt Ian. Okay?"

Lies. I saw it in the way his eyes flickered, not in love or fear of hurting me, but fear of dying.

I let out a laugh through my teeth. "Oh really? Now you want to fix this?"

I clutched my bleeding side, my hand warm and slick with blood, and crouched beside him. "You said it yourself...you wanted the end of me. So let's end together."

He squirmed, trying to inch away, but the pain pinned him down. He fizzled.

"Sunflower, please," he whimpered again, the nickname scraped against my skin like sandpaper. "Let's just forget everything. Okay? You don't have to do this. We can start over. We can..."

I ignored the plea and tapped at the pocket of his jeans. He flinched. That was all the confirmation I needed. My fingers slipped inside, brushed against something metallic.

A lighter.

I pulled it out slowly and stepped back, turning it in my fingers. I flicked it once. A flame bloomed instantly.

"You smoke now?" I chuckled. "Figures."

"No. No.. don't," he screeched. "Don't do this. Y/N, please, don't."

But it was too late. Not for him but for me.

"I had nothing in this life," I said, my voice trembled, my vision swam. "Nothing but my Jungkook. My husband. And you...you....made me to kill him with my own fucking hands!. You made me push him into that fire."

Tears streamed down. My throat clenched with every word, but I had to say it. I had to say it all.

"Do you know how much he wanted a family?" I sobbed. "A house. Kids. A future. He used to tell me every fucking time, I fought with him for the fucking truth and I never listened. He want me. Only me. but nothing. We were entangled into much love that no living being could ever felt. And you... you took it from us."

I shook my head, rage and grief exploded together inside me.

"I never loved you," I snapped. "Not once. I tried to protect you once, back when my mom was trying to ruin you...but you used my head like a weapon. And now... your head is so far gone, I don't even think there is anything left of you. Of yourself. The Jungkook I knew ten years ago!"

His face crumpled.

"Y/N, please...don't...don't..."

But I was already smiling. A broken, hollow smile.

I flicked the lighter again, holding the flame steady, and let it dangle between us.

"Fucking Bitch!!!" He bellowed.

"You want to call me a bitch?" I said. "Fine. But I am a bitch who loved him, not you. Never you."

He screamed , but I didn't hear it. I was already slipping away from this moment. Back to a softer one.

"Jungkook..." I whispered his name like a prayer, like a final breath.

I saw him again in my mind. His warm eyes. His playful smirk. His hands running through my hair as we laid together in bed. Our first kiss under the neon light of that club. The first time we made love like mammals. The first time we fought and ended up laughing through tears. The way he whispered " I LOVE YOU, SUNFLOWER." against my collarbone, when he worshipped me.

All of it played behind my eyes like a final film reel.

please sunflower, pull me up baby, you cant exist without me baby please I am begging you, I want to live my life with you.

The words of my Jungkook rang inside my head before I pushed him into the flames.

"I am sorry, baby," I whispered.

I love you, sunflower.

"I love you too, Jungkook. Always.."

And then...

I let the lighter fall.

The flame hit the gasoline soaked floor with a hiss. The flame set forth to lick the floor.The fire crawled to my feet. The sizzling heat brushed against my skin , I didn't wince.

I was in cloud nine, Finally, I can be with my Jungkook.

Forever and Ever.

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