Y/N.

Warnings ⚠️ mention of goric scenes ahead.

Few hours before

" How many Y/N's do you want?"

I squinted my eyes as my mind was rolling to the question, the imposter Jungkook in the video asked to my mother.

" How...?" My mom yearned for breathing as he was slicing up her fingers with his switchblade, spontaneously." How did you know that?"

My eyes broadened slightly.

" Ever since I met my sunflower, I found about it and about ..." He inclined to her ears and whispered something that made my mother's face to contort into astonishment.

"About what? What did he murmur to her ears that made her eyes to pop out of the socket " i clenched my teeth at the crown of my nail and hauled it.

" Does she know?" My mother asked him as her body trembled. " Does Y/N know about..." As her words were about to skid out of her mouth ,he punctured her cheeks with the switch blade that ran through her one cheek and leaped out through the other cheek. She wailed and screamed. " Dont. Fucking dont even think about talking about that in front of my sunflower. She cant know about it. Never." He nudged the switchblade harder and she whined again. " I have the files with me. Dont worry , the cops will never find about what you did to all the Y/N's. Not even my father." He chuckled and guffawed at her as blood splattered out of her mouth to the floor. And he pulled out the switchblade from her cheeks, which made her to shudder violently. He then commenced to slice of the rest of her fingers one by one.

Her screeches quaked the speaker of PC system ,that perforated my ear drums and hurled my heart up to my throat,while tears were flowing down my cheeks.

" Alright . Now ." He snapped his fingers. " Yaze!"

A butcher knife flew through his direction from the camera's angle and landed on his palm." The second best part of this night " he flared his teeth to my mother as she was screaming and shaking her head.

" No no. Mom.."my ingenuous sobs interupted him. " please dont do this. "I beseeched to him.  " Why are you hurting her? Is this why you came here. ? You said you wanted your brother back! You said you wanted Jungkook. " I was bellowing at him." Thats why I let you inside my house and gave you all the security password s!"

What the hell? I was the one who let him inside the house. i know him earlier?

He walked to the juvenile me,as i was throwing my vexation in form of rebukes at him. " You said you wanted him since you lost him eight years ago and came back to take him with you. " I sobbed and looked at him as he inclined towards my sweat and tears soaked face " you said you wanted my help, to take your brother Jungkook with you."I whimpered. " Then why..."

" I lied." His face leaped at inches from my face."its you I want" he licked my tears "And him?" He pointed to Jungkook lying insensible on floor." He have better place to go, while you will stay with me forever. "

I swallowed hard gazing at the scene that was uncurling through the footage.

" And as for the death of my father,mother and your mother. " He set the butcher knife on the floor and he aggregated all of my hair strands to his hands, gently. He eyed me to come forward so that he could pull my hair strands gently that was sandwiching between my back and the wall. He aggregated  them in his hands and brought them in pony tail at the crown of my head. He swirled it alike a messy bun .He held my messy bun in his one palm and swiftly took out a hair tie  from his hoodie pocket and tangled to my messy bun at the crown of my head " there. Your hair wont hurt anymore now "

My heart pooled into a puddle as I watched the scene displaying in the video ,how gently he hauled my hair from my back and put them into the messy bun. For a second, something stroke my mind. I rewinded the footage a ten seconds back and paused it. I condensed my eyelids into narrow slits gazing at the hair tie he pulled out of his hoodie pocket.

" Its his, mother's " i mumbled as i recalled the same hair tie he used to tie my hair immediately after landing from the helicopter. Nope. Sorry. Strike that out. After crash landing to the sea's shore through parachute while I was hanging for my dear life to his chest and shoulders.

" Wait. He has been keeping that single hair tie of his mother safe for ten years?" I gasped mildly yet fell for him hard for a split second.

I pressed the play button once again to resume the video.

" You lied?" The ingenuous me trembled in the video." So Jungkook is not your brother?"

" Yes he is. But when my eyes fell on you." He traced his finger tip at my jaw line. " I became ravenous that I wanted you to myself. " He brought his finger tip to his mouth and sucked it as if tasting the honey that dripped from the honey comb." Keep your eyes open while I take her head off , she deserves to die for what she did" he commanded and stood up from me. he walked to my mother. She shook her head and wailed. she screeched. She beseeched.

" No no...no..mom." I banged my hands on the table it joggled the PC system." No No! Stop it! Dont hurt her. Please No!" I yowled as if the imposter Jungkook in the video could hear me and  alter the past.

Meanwhile, the juvenile me in the video was sobbing ,pressing my palms to my ears as my mother cried for help. Yet. He flipped the butcher knife and flew it against her neck in one snap second, her head sliced off from the fleshes and tissues of the neck silencing her screeches and wails forever. The squelching sound roared through the speakers of the PC system.The head rolled down the floor.

" Mom !mom!" I yowled looking at the unravelling scene in the video. I thrashed my hands to the table joggling the entire PC system. " Oh god oh god oh god." I wheezed. I picturized the head I found in the jar he preserved. He has been preserving it for ten fucking years!

Tears poured down from my eyes as I sobbed relentlessly. The snots drooled down from my nose as I wailed in pain watching my mother's head being ripped off from her body.

The blood oozed and splattered out of the sliced neck.

I rubbed my hands to my face to mop off the snot and tears that drenched my entire face. I wheezed and huffed and puffed for breath to focus on what he is going to do next in the video.

The juvenile me, was trembling and whining ,crying out for my mom. " No..no..why did you .."

" Sh shs..." He walked towards the juvenile me and incurvated his blood drenched palms to my face." Sunflower,she doesnt deserve to be alive at all. Dont cry for that bitch. " I wriggled and squiremed " let us go. Let me and Jungkook go.."

"Dont. Fucking dont talk like that. Like you want to walk away from me with that shit face." He gripped my face with his palm and compressed in between his hands. " Listen, sunflower. After I slit my father's throat and his mother, I will dump this Jungkook to where he has to be and then we can be together."

" Dump him ? Where?" I blinked my eyes several times to process what he was talking about. And then out of the blue it stroke my mind. " Asylum? " I gasped gently. " He meant about the Asylum? " I scrubbed my face with my palm "fucking shit! ".

" No..no.." the juvenile me squirmed.

" Hey.hey hey look at me." He uplifted my face to look at his gaze. " I wont hurt you I promise. Just you and Me. " His thumb found my lips smearing the blood. I was writhing in distaste. " I promise I won't touch you until you want me to .." His lips curved into a smirk. A perfect impression of maneuvering. " Lets seal the deal, shall we?"

He inclined his face to plant a kiss.I tilted my head to other side to dodge his kiss. " Sunflower, dont do that " i tilted to the other side as he chased my lips with his. " No please dont." I was shaking my head to either side.

I swallowed hard witnessing  at the possession in his eyes through the screen.

" Just one kiss, sunflower" I shuddered ." No no. Dont. "

" Stop fucking moving!" His veins at his wrists popped depicting that he was pressing his palm to my face." Stop fucking moving like my touch disgusts you..."As I was crying with my eyelids close shut, he slackened the hold from my face " i am sorry, baby. I didnt mean to scare you. I won't touch you until you want me to. " He let go of my face , and then stood up. " What the fuck am I doing?" He slid down his hoodie. He scrambled his hair with his fingers and put up the hoodie to his head.

He took a moment before speaking .      " Once you are eighteen, I am not holding back myself,I will haunt you, sunflower. No matter how much you run." He sat in squat and pulled down the hem of my night gown,down to my knees. I flinched." Relax,baby. Its just I am making your dress to set in place, because the morons will be here by any minute. " He hauled the collar of my night gown and hauled it upwards to conceal my neckline though my cleavage was not in display yet he pulled it up to conceal my collarbones. " When your uncle, Paxson and his friend comes , i want you to run upstairs and lock the door. Alright. "

I lingered at the spot ,sobbing and gazing at my mother's head lying on floor.

" Sunflower?" He snapped his fingers.

The juvenile me in the video ,flinched by the snap of his fingers. " Am I understood?" I nodded desperately." Stop crying." He inclined to me again and brought his thumb to my cheeks and  moved it back and forth to wipe my tears. " The night will be over soon ok."

Before his lips was about to meet my forehead, a wrathful voice roared from no where." Holy. Shi .. " the voice choked and gagged.

The imposter Jungkook 's head cocked towards the voice. " Oh Dad Here you are." He stood up and spread his arms dramatically.

" Put the weapon down and hands behind your head!" A gun cocking sound blared through the speakers.

" Yaze. Fix the Camera and get out." The imposter Jungkook's face twisted into a wrath and concern.

" Ian, i am not leaving .." The voice behind the camera insisted. " Get out right now or you want a bullet at your ass!" The imposter Jungkook snarled.

" I said put the weapon down!" His father's voice, probably, growled. The camera angle dangles for few seconds and stood still focussing on him and his father's back. " Oh no no.. kookie.." His father knelt beside the other Jungkook who was lying insensible on the floor and held him close to his chest". oh my god mrs Rey!" His father yowled and gagged by the gruesome scene.

" Relax, your son is not dead. "The imposter Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. "And as for that bitch, she is dead because I sliced off her head with my butcher knife. Cool isnt it?" He flipped the knife and caught it with his other hand.

" Get on your fucking knees!" His father hoisted the gun barrel at his face. " y/n. Honey, get behind me." He spoke when his eyes shifted to the juvenile me sitting plastered to the wall. " Uh uh, dad.She is mine.. she has nothing to do with the war between you and me."

" Get out" his father's feet stumbled to be firm on the floor.After a moment of pause he spoke again.  " You?.. why?" He swallowed hard." How?"

" Why?" The imposter Jungkook mocked at him." Because it was not Jungkook, Its Ian. "

" Ian?" His father panted and took a step back , completely banished from the thought that my mother's head was on the floor while her headless body was on the chair drenched in her blood.

" Yes , Ian." His face streaked with anger and he hoisted his leg and thrashed on his father's chest. He crash landed on floor while he withdrew the other Jungkook from his chest. He instantly picked up the gun that slipped out of his father's hand. " Get the fuck up or your son dies!" He shot a bullet at a sniffling distance from the other Jungkook 's insensible body.

" No no no..." He beseeched.

Instantly the Juvenile me let out a loud screech. His head snapped to me. " What was that sunflower? You care for this dumb shit, baby? "

I was trembling and whimpering, while my back was glued hard to the wall. " Baby, you should care about me not him." He shot another bullet at his father's abdomen affixing his gaze at me as he sensed that his father was trying to stand up. The juvenile me in the video flinched. So did I.

" Stay on your fucking knees, , bastard."the imposter Jungkook bellowed to his father and inclined to me." Sunflower,close your eyes. Alright? You dont have to watch this. He and that whore are going to die in utmost savagery ."

I was gazing at him more than ten seconds. " Close your eyes. ." He took my two hands and pressed it to my eyes. He pulled out a teeny weeny portable music player that had wired earphones and stuck them to my ears.He then operated the portable music player. Probably increasing the volume of my headphones" There. Stay here. After ,i am done with them, we can leave from here."

" Honey!no no no....oh my..." A woman's voice stomped out of the blue. " Fuck. This bitch! " The imposter Jungkook quaked gently and stood up from me and gazed at the woman. " What did you do? What the hell did you do to my son!"

" No no.. Rey.  Rey.." she wailed glancing at my mother's dead head.

" Is that his mom?" I muttered watching at the screen.

" You. Why are you here.! No no no...' The woman collpased on floor and held his fatheir upper body to her lap. " how is this possible? You are supposed to be dead. i fucking burnt you alive in that shit hole! " She screeched glancing at the imposter Jungkook.

The imposter Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically and strolled towards her only to pull her away from his father towards the window and jostled her hands as she crash landed on floor " its Ian, bitch. Its Jeon Ian! !" He bellowed and shouted at her while she shrunk into a ball.

" No no how is this possible?" She shook her head while gazing at his father." Why dont you leave us alone?" She panted and failed to notice that he was tugging the curtains and collected them into strips.

"You can ask her, when you meet her after you die." He curled the strip of curtain around her neck and held the hem into a tight grip ,still holding the gun in his palm,as she writhed,gasping and yearning for air.

" No no...una...unaa.." his father beseeched clutching his bullet wound. " Please i am begging you, let her go.  Its me you want ." He fisted his blood soaked hands to the floor. " Let her go! "His mother was writhing and wiggling on the floor hitting her arms and legs as he was crushing her throat with the curtain sheets.

" Oh god " i whimpered watching the scene. While the ingenuous me was sitting with earphones at  ears unaware of the ghastly happening around me.

" Please please. I am begging you. Let her go. " His father whined.

" Didn't I beg you the same. Hhuh?Didnt I?" He yelled as he was tightening the strips around her neck.

" Please.  Please. " His Father crawled to his feet and he flung his boots to his face and he thrashed to floor. " please. Let her go. Take me instead, son."

The imposter Jungkook ceased his actions for a moment. " What did you just call me?"

" Son. Son....i called you son..you are my son.. I loved you all the time." His father's eyes pleaded as tears rolled down from his eyes.

" Really?" He slackened the hold of the strips of the curtain around his mother. She gasped and choked for air relentlessly.

She breathed hard and wheezed , inhaling and exhaling. " Stop fucking fighting for your breath! I am try to have a conversation here. " He barked at her. She held her throat and gagged.

" Yes. I loved you all the time, son. Please. Listen to me." His father looked up at him holding his bullet wound at his abdomen.

" Then what about Jungkook?" He shot up the question swirling the gun in between his fingers.

" He is... He is.. just nothing,but you.. " his father stammered.

" Then why do you need this Jungkook alive?" He pointed the other Jungkook. " Dont you think he should die." He cocked the gun and uplifted the corner of his lips to his father.

" No no dont dont. I mean...he.. "

" You think you can manipulate me again,Mr. Jeon?" He snarled ." You motherfucking liar!" He flung his leg to his chest. His father thumped to floor again.

I gasped." How could he?monster." I whispered to myself watching his father and mother whining in pain. my finger almost hovered over thw forward button. But, no I cant. I want to witness every fucking thing happened that night.

He then marched to the desk beside the window and hauled a vase that contained few sunflowers. He aggregated them in his palm together and walked towards me , who was shuddering with earphones stuck to my ears with palms pressed to my eyes.He set the vase down to floor " Here baby, i bought this for you." He slowly removed my one palm from my eyes and escorted the other palm in horizontal position to cover my eyes. He shoved the sunflowers to my other hand. " Hold on to them,tighter. " He again stood up and marched towards the other Jungkook and streamed the remaining water in the vase by slanting it gently. The water poured down on his face.

"Please let him go..dont hurt him." His father whined.

" Brother,wake up .  Wake  up ." He dragged the butcher knife that he dropped down moments back and then slightly sliced through the other Jungkook's cheek. He groaned gently. " Up ..up.. its showtime, brother." The imposter Jungkook chuckled with a growl.

" Dad,  no no no...." The other Jungkook crawled to him instantly his eyes shot up. He gently pressed his palm to his father's bullet wound that was embedded on his left abdomen.

" Fucking dramatic. " The imposter Jungkook scoffed. " Take the knife." He tossed the butcher knife at a mere distance from the other Jungkook. He then marched towards his mother." Breathed enough? Take a breath how much ever you can because once I pull this cloth around that filthy neck of yours ,you wont be able to breathe anymore. " He coiled the curtain sheets around her neck and hauled her down to floor. Her head thrashed to the floor. She yelped and wailed.

"No. No.,please dont ." The other Jungkook wailed.

I clamped my mouth with my hands as i watched him crying.His cries blared through PC system.

"Take the knife!" The imposter Jungkook yelled. " Take the knife or i will crush her throat!" He stiffened the grip of the curtain around his mother's throat. The other Jungkook trembled and clutched on the handle of the butcher knife. " Slit his throat  " he commanded to the other Jungkook.

" No " the other Jungkook shook his head.

" No?' he mounted an eyebrow at him and pressed his feet seated in boots to his mother's neck. She yelped.

" No no..please please i am begging you. Leave her. Take her with you." The other Jungkook sniffled before he spoke again." Take her with you. Just let them go."

" Take who?"he smirked.

" Y/N. " The other Jungkook whimpered." Take her with you. You can have her all you want..let my mom and dad go. "

" Whoa baby, did you listen to your romeo what he just said, he is giving up on you for his parents " He guffawed gazing at me, while I was lingering at the spot sobbing with earphones at ears and  one hand to my eyes and the other hand was crushing the sunflowers he shoved at my hands. " Oh my bad. My sunflower is held up in listening to bass beats. "

He chuckled. " She is coming with me ,no matter what. And i dont need your fucking concern about that!" He gritted his teeth." But that doesn't change the fact what they did to my little sunflower and me!"

He pressed his feet to his mother's throat. " Take the knife,slit his throat." He threatened. The other Jungkook took the knife with his shivering hands.

" Kookie,its ok. Do it " his father swallowed hard.

" No dad ,no." The other Jungkook beseeched. " Do it son .do it . Take care of your mom"

"Done cuddling?" The imposter Jungkook pressed his feet firm at her throat. She writhed.

" Give me your word, You will put everyone who did the national crimes, behind the bars under respective law. Give me your word, you will punish them for what they did to us. Promise me, Jungkook. Promise me you will get them and would never fail like I did" his father wide spread his blood drenched fingers to the other Jungkook. " I promise dad.  I promise. "

" Are  you done in exchanging words of honours ? " The imposter Jungkook mocked at them. " Fucking slit his throat!" He crushed his feet to his mother's throat , she shuddered and hit her hands to his ankles.

" Please..please ." The other Jungkook crawled and swirled to his other leg. " Please let her go. Please dont make me do this.  please please. Please dont do this .." he clutched to his feet. He swung his feet harder making the other Jungkook to fall back.

" Sick monster." I whispered to myself as I gave a prolonged to glance to the other Jungkook wailing and crying at his feet to let go of his mother. His cries rang to my ears. I wanted to crash down the PC system.

" Take the knife slit his throat, i will let her go. " He growled. Without halting for a second the other Jungkook crawled back to his father and set the knife to his father's throat. " I am sorry ,dad." He whimpered and commenced to slit his throat slightly. He sobbed . He cried. he wailed. he whined. He writhed and ceased to slit his father's throat for second as the imposter Jungkook hoisted his feet from his mother's neck.

" Mom." The other Jungkook called out gently,while she gagged.." ko..kkie."

One moment of tranquility.

I panted and glued my eyes firmly to the screen. " Please dont.." i spoke under my breath as tears was falling down from my eyes." Please dont. No no." I mewled as if he could hear me from through the screen.

" Say good-bye to your mommy, Jungkook! " He thrashed his feet seated in boots to her throat violently that let out a resonation of cracking through the PC system.

Her throat cracked beneath his boots, yet he was still thrashing his feet to her throat like a madman. Her windpipe leaped out of her throat as he crushed it over and over, repeatedly with his boots.

I hit the pause button before vomit climbed up my throat, and i belched,throwing up my bile juices on the floor.

" Oh god..oh god. I cant do this ." I panted. " Fucking psychopath. I was in love with a freaking psycho!." I cried out and screamed." No no..."

I took a breath. i rubbed my chest, my abdomen to calm down the distress, thinking it might help.

I wheezed and hit the play button again

" No!!Mom! "Mom! Mom! mom!" The other Jungkook collapsed to floor while his father was writhing and wiggling as the blood was splattering from his throat. 

" Dad ! Dad!"he wailed and rushed to his dad by crawling.

It was heart wrenching to watch him crawling around begging to the sick psychopath not to hurt his parents. He endured a lot. An unwelcomed sob left through my lips.

" Enough already, stay back. " The imposter Jungkook,snatched the butcher knife from the other Jungkook and flipped it in his hands, while the other Jungkook wandered to his mother again holding her gently as her trachea was leaping out of her throat. " Mom look at me." He sobbed.

The imposter Jungkook then inclined to his Father "look at me. I want to see your eyes while your life fades from your body, just like I felt your wife's life leaving her body through my my feet."

His father gurgled and spat out the blood from his mouth. He then moved closer to his ears and whispered something to his ears and leaned back. " Aron ." He chuckled and flared his teeth alike a maniac.

Aron? I squinted my eyes.

He clasp the hair at his father's head and slit his throat inch by inch as if he was relishing the fleshes being cut layer by layer. The blood splattered to his face. His eyes transformed into a pitch black shade leaving him to  appear as a demon slicing its prey's throat. The sound of fleshes being cut was roaring through the PC system.

I covered my ears and pressed my palm to my ears.My eyes broadened in trepidation.I shuddered .Scythes of fear and fright crawled all over my body. Scythes of fear lingered ,that I was in love with a psychopath. The psycho who killed his parents.

It took me a moment to hold back my bile juice at my throat before i threw up again and collapsed from the chair to the floor.

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