Y/N

My breaths held up at my throat when he offered me a hint about who did the optogenetics to my head. However, a  patch of my heart grasped the fact from video was that killing my mother , and his parents was just a part of his plan. He had other plan. What was that?

"Killing my dad and mom was just a part of my plan , the thing is I dont want anyone tailing behind me when I take her with me. "

His words from the video rang to my head. Which means, everything he did was to have me? Just to claim his possession?

" Where did you go , sunflower?" He spoke concurrently sucking my finger tips blatantly.

My head commenced to fog with things he just blurted out. Specifications at its peak point lingered at the optogenetics shit did to my head. How should I lure out the truth from his mouth? All these fucking days , i was thinking Paxson did the gene therapy to my head to conceal his wrong doings but it turned out it was this motherfucker. I earned for air , trying to neutralize my abnormal breathing.

Hold on.

Thats why he was carrying the optogenetics sessions CD's in his bag? But why? Why did he keep them with him, even though he could just wreck them into pieces and bits and conceal it from me. My mind started to pace up in a race of thoughts.

" Sunflower."

His voice called me out from distant, as the thoughts were clogging my head, my ears slipped out to listen his voice.

"Baby?" His voice was vague and pellucid now.

" Y/N!" He growled. This time his voice became clear with high pitch. I quaked gently.

" Y/N, look at me." His voice waved in transition from a resonance to perfect pitch of his voice.

I looked at him. " You should eat , baby." He let go of my hand from his tight grip. He poked the chopsticks to the gimbap as if he didn't drop a thunderstorm on my head.

My mind was still clung to the fact that there were CD's of my optogenetics sessions. And he carried them all the way to the cabin in his bag. Why is it so predominant to him?what memories was actually planted on my head? And why was it done by this moron? Why would he keep them in stock pile at the basement while he could even build an opportunity to wreck them all , make them unsubstantiated?

Why is he hiding them from me ? Because he doesn't want me to find what memories he planted on my head? Was that so?

I need to go to the basement. Again. For that to occur, i need to execute my scheme according to the sketch , i constructed in my head.

He collected the gimbap in between the chopsticks and brought it to my lips. " Eat. No spitting this time." His eyes glued to my lips. I took a gulp down and gazed at his eyes. His eyebrows hoisted up and eyed me into a glare to open my mouth. I partially opened my mouth gently to engulf the gimbap because the way the chopsticks stood against my mouth was threatening me to open my mouth. If I spit this one again, he would certainly shove the gimbap down my throat, forcefully. That would lead to choking , crying and suffocating. However it won't be due to the gimbap but because of his possession sheathed words. Hence. I have to eat them all, until the plate contains only the chopsticks placed across the plate without any bits of the leftover.

Reason one: I have to crawl through his way to scrape out the truth.
Reason two: I am starving.

" Baby, wider." His voice remained commanding.

" Huh.?" A moment, my heart pounced.

" Open your mouth, wider. You cannot eat gimbap with multiple bites. It could break and fall off. The taste lingers in one bite " he traced the gimbap to my lips.

I opened my mouth wider. He instantly shoved the gimbap into my mouth past through the lips and seated it into my tongue. Once it got affixed there, he pulled out the chopsticks. I commenced to chew and the flavours savoured on my taste buds. I gave him a gentle nod.

"You like it?" He aggregated another gimbap.

I nodded.

" Alright,chew slowly and eat. I know you are famished. " He waited for me to chew them down slowly and gradually by relishing each flavours and savours of the gimbap. No wonder why he loved this.

I took a breath to compose myself to let out my courageous words. As I opened the mouth, suddenly the next gimbap rolled into my mouth.

" Eat and then we can talk." He commanded.

" Why?.  Wh . " i spoke through the chewing movement of the food in my mouth that led to my words to come through muffled sound.

" Eat, slowly baby. You might choke on your food." He drew another command. It was gentle yet firm to make me obey.

My eyes rolled down to his other hand which was bleeding with my teeth marks embedded on it. He didn't care to treat his hand ,yet holding the box of the gimbap firm so that it won't spill down. My eyes then glued to his face. He didn't mop off the food particles i spat on his face. There were few stuck to his face as rest of them, he mopped off with my hand.

He took another one and brought it to my lips. " One more " i part opened my lips and rolled it inside my mouth. My eyes were fixed on him for the entire moment he was shoving the gimbap to my mouth.

" One more, baby " he awaited for me to finish off chewing the one he shoved a moment back. Then , I part opened my mouth again, this time without his command.  I didn't remove my eyes from his face , I was staring with the paced up thoughts in my head.

" Are you going to keep looking at me like that, sunflower? " He questioned poking the last gimbap with the chopsticks. I gazed away instantly. " Because if you keep looking at me like that, we might end up pounding and wrecking this bed. "

" I am full. " I reported, utterly ignoring his words.

" The last one and it's done " He brought the last piece of gimbap to my mouth. " Come on, be a good girl and open your mouth wide. "

I shot him a glare with his distasteful words yet, my core pulsated by his dominant and double entendre words. I opened my mouth and engulfed the last gimbap. " Good " . He tossed the box aside and inclined down to his bag to slid out the water bottle.

The bottle contained water only by its half length. It looked translucent mildly indicating that it might have blended with his saliva as he might have drunk a little bit.

He twisted the cap of the bottle and set it on my lips. He inclined the bottle and I slurped them with large gulp downs. The water did taste like him. His cigarette. His saliva flavour. His scent at his lips. His tongue flavour. Everything was blended in it . I wish I felt distasteful of it but every inch of my tongue relished it. I detest myself for that.

As I was taking relentless gulp down my throat, his finger tips gently stroke my throat. Probably to feel the way my throat worked up and down. " Slowly baby." He ordered again. This time his voice was deep . Before the thought of being in submission to his touch struck within me , I smacked away the bottle from my mouth.

He instantly set the bottle to the floor and looked at me. " Now shall we talk, baby?" His thumb gently caressed my throat.

" Why? Why are you doing this?" The words came out rushing from my mouth , trying to corner up his touch on my throat.

" Why? " He smiled gently , fixing his eyes to his thumb caressing my throat. He took a sharp inhale and his other hand found my nape. The blood from his hand dripped down to my throat and took a voyage through the valley of my breasts. My breaths shortened. His blood smeared to the valley of my breasts , intensified the pulsing rate at my core. He curled his fingers around my throat. More blood rushed down to the valley of my breasts. That one split moment i wished it  would go down and reach my throbbing slits.

Hold on. What the hell am I even thinking? craving for his blood now?

" Because, you are my possession,sunflower. I want to be under your skin, tangled with your soul and fuck up your mind with only my face on it. " His face inclined towards mine. My eyes latched to his eyes. " I want to possess you, own you and wreck you, and give you nothing but pain. A pain you love, A pain you would beg, A pain you would submit yourself on your knees to me."

" Pain?" His lips drifted above mine.

" Yes the pain I endure when I couldn't just bury myself into your skin, into your flesh into your bones, into your blood,A pain you wish it never abandoned you. A pain that will drag you to my hell , no matter how much..." He stuck out his tongue and gave a lick to my lips. I didn't shrink to move away from him as his words had me in hyperventilation. " You fucking run from me , sunflower, your pain will be only me. Your affliction will only be entangled with me. " His thumb found my lips." Your mind will ache to frame only my face, your soul will drain down only to be tangled with mine, and your body baby." He gently planted a kiss to my jaw , concurrently stroking his thumb at my lips in circle. " It will only remember soreness but nothing by my ravaging and disfiguring of your body."

I shivered.I didn't move my hands to stop him.

" Cold baby? Is your blood running cold?" He planted another kiss to my chin. I trembled. " It hurts , sunflower. It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts I couldn't just blend my soul into every ounce of yours. It hurts i couldn't dig deep into your skin, it hurts I couldn't blend my blood with yours, it hurts I couldnt be the only one crowding your head. And do you think i would allow that dickhead's face to be lingered on your head? Do you think I would let your head to recall every inch of his fucking face!" He roared. I quaked.

I took a moment to stack up myself from the shrunk form he just pushed me in." So thats it. Because you wanted to erase of his face from my head?"

The next snap moment he leaned back from me concurrently removing his hand around my throat and his thumb from my lips. His face , twisted into something i couldn't sort it out. Wrath? Fear? Distress? Affliction?

" And every single day with him.I fucking hate the way you smiled when you were with him. So i had to haunt you day and night , and the only thing you could remember is me." He pressed his teeth together that lead to stiffness of his jaw.

Lie. Not just that. His words were not firm. He had something camouflaged in those words. It's not the only thing he wanted to erase off, there is something else.

" Did you record them? "My question was calm. Because at any time my patience would explode.

" Baby, what was written on the CD you broke before you stabbed my wrist to wake me up while..." He paused to recall his phrase. " What was his name again?" He paused again." Yeah. Travis. While he tried to drag you from me?"

" What?" I gasped gently. He knows. He knows i found about the CD of my optogenetics sessions.

" You heard me." He tilted his head to study my face countenance. And he exactly know the answer from me.

" Y/N OG session three."I murmured.

" Louder , sunflower." He inclined down and picked the bottle again . He twisted the cap and set the rim of the bottle at his acute lips. He tilted the bottle up and gulped down the water. His adam apple bounced up and down. I gazed at it. Famished.

God no. Dont. Y/N. I rebuked myself.

" Sweet." He commented probably by the taste of the left out water I drank. He set down the bottle from his mouth to the floor.

" Y/N OG session three." I repeated , a little bit loud.

" What does that mean , sunflower?" He gazed at my lips and then back to my eyes.

Focus. Y/N. He is a murderer.

" You have them in CD's " i spoke softly. " Why do you have them recorded? " My heart palpitations commenced to pace up as the truth unravelled slowly.

" Reference." He retorted and stood up from me and marched towards the dressing table at corner of the room.

" Reference?"

" Yeah. Reference." He nodded and pulled the drawer to plunge his hand inside it and scrambled the things inside. " Reference to do the next sessions. I use each recorded session for reference to do the next session. " He took out a cotton and some antiseptic ointment.

Freaking psychopath. How could he record me when my head is literally getting wiped off with memories?

" Your teeth impression looks good on my hands, baby." He let out a giggle while dabbing the cotton on my bite mark to clot out his blood in it. " I think I should get a tattoo of your teeth's impression." He abruptly moved his feet to me to show my teeth imprint embedded on the side of his palm.

I gave him a gentle nod. He sat on the bed again , facing me and opened the ointment's  cap to squeeze out the antiseptic lotion. He bristled his right hand's index finger's tip at the lotion and placed them on my bite parks. He fizzled gently. Then, he set the cotton on them and tried to forage for something.

"You need a bandage or a cloth?" I asked him, ensuring that my words did dip in a concerned tone, so that I could drag him into my scheme's trench. " You can take a strip of my t shirt "

His eyes immediately took a turn to my eyes. I took his hand and placed on the hem of my t shirt. " Pull." I ordered. Fixing his eyes on me he pulled the hem of t shirt and I pulled the other end. He gave a hard tug and my shirt tore untill my chest. Yet. His eyes didn't roll down to my bare abdomen but still lingered on my eyes.

He slid out the strip of my Tshirt and curled it around the cotton he set on the side of his left palm, fixing his eyes on it.  He struggled to set the strip on place as they were falling off from his palm. " Let me help you. " I brought my one hand , which he didn't break, to the strip and held them in place for him to swirl and twist it to a knot.

" There. " 

" My blood looks good on you, sunflower." His other hand found my bare abdomen and toyed with his blood to smear them all over.

I shuddered. " Can I ask you something?"

" Anything , baby . You will get the same answer from me , no matter whatever you ask in most twitched way possible " his fingers curled on my curves of my waist line. All the hair at my nape stood erect.

With so much arduous struggle not to liquefy myself in his arms, i aggregated my words to speak." Can I see them? The recorded session of my optogenetics."

" No." His answer was non complicated and plausible.

" Why?" I licked my lips.

" Because you can't. " His thumb stroke my curves.i shifted as it was drenching my slits.

Alright. Certainly I need another visit to the basement. Very soon.

" What do you mean, I cant? I want to know what you did ?" My voice came out in utter impatience which is not good for my scheme to implement.

He untethered his hands from my waist and curled around my nape. " You have beautiful hair, sunflower. Do you know I am obsessed with it too.? Do you know how I love it when I curl them around my wrist when i take you from behind? Do you know I..." He leaned to my ears and bristled his lips to the arc of my neck to my earlobe. i squirmed." I used to collect your hair? Fuck I love that. "

Collecting my hair? What kind of psychopath is this sick moron?

I gasped. My chest hoisted up and down by abnormal breathing by his words. " Collecting my hair?why do you collect my hair? I never knew that "

" Oh sunflower, you don't know a lot of things going on." He chortled and leaned back. " I have been collecting them for ten years. In a jar. " He tutted and clicked his tongue." It degrade too fast I had to do a regular collection." He tangled his fingers gently to my hair and brought to his nose only to sniff it. " I am fucking addicted to this smell."

My heart started to pound at my throat, I could feel it's beating at my head. Why would he collect my hair in a fucking jar?

I squirmed. He let my hair to slip out of his fingers. And slid his hand to his pocket. He took out the bunch of keys from his pant pocket and placed beside me. My heart rate switched to gradual pace.

"Dont think about digging into the basement. I have locked it . The keys are with me. Love you Sunflower.- yours only Jungkook. "

My mind slipped into the letter he set near me before he left the cabin which of no use because i already shoved my ass into the basement. Alright. Facts. That is. The keys. He still have the keys with him in his pant pocket. I have to take them out, because I won't be able to make any other way possible with a broken wrist.

He plunged his hand again into his pocket to pull out a hair tie. He leaned closer to me and brought his two hand at the back of my head. He collected them gently into his two palms and worked his hands to twist it gently into a messy bun.

" Is that a habit of yours?" I asked him out of the blue because he did the same in the video when I was fifteen, while I was crying and glued my back to the wall ,watching the most gruesome murder.

" Tying your hair? Yes. " He replied and gave a firm admiration with his eyes to my messy bun and switched his eyes to me.

" Can I ask you another question?" I licked my lips to wet them as they were parched due to gasping.

He nodded.

" Why did you kill my mother? And your parents.? And did you frame Jungkook in it?"i tugged my lower lip in between my teeth awaiting for his answer.

" Baby, thats literally three questions." He let out a dramatic sigh. And it annoyed me. But. I didn't flashed it to my face.

" I just wanna know. I just wanna know what you did is right. I don't wanna hate you. I want to love you." Lie.  I tried to lie but I don't feel I was lying it was like my heart just poured down the words. Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?

His eyes softened in a split second. His countenance became fragile like crystal glass." Because.." his two palms found my cheek. My mind slid into pulling the keys into my palm without his knowledge. "  They wear a barrier for me to get you ,baby. Your mother she never liked me and never liked you, too."

"What?"

" I mean she never liked you being with me. So you know I had to..." He shrugged his shoulders.

I nodded. The fucking audacity of him to explain the murder of my mother in most plausible way possible. Asshole.

He won't. He won't speak a word why he did that. He fucking knows , i would completely hate him when I find out the truth. .

Running. Running from here is the only way. Running to other Jungkook is the only way I have now in my hands. For that, I need to divert him.

" You love me so much , dont you?" My fingers gently stroke the keys, while his palms were still affixed to my cheeks.

" Indubitably , baby." His eyes brimmed with tears that were swinging at his eyelashes. " i fucking love you so much."

" I love you too." I crashed my lips to his. He kissed me back. He sucked my mouth like a starved and deranged man. I thrusted my face to sink deep into the kiss. While my fingers were already clutched on the keys. However, one wrong move or one sound of the gentle jiggling of keys I would be fucking screwed.

He thrusted his tongue through my lips. Without waiting for another snap second, I sucked on his tongue blatantly. It did mollify me. The kiss fucking mollified me. Yet . I didn't let all of my wedges to mollify and pool down into a puddle.

I sucked his tongue more harder tearing apart a moan from his mouth which got muffled inside my mouth. He didn't pause for a second to pull back. The kiss became intense. He started to eat out my face now.  My entire mouth was inside his. His lips piercing was raking my lips. He moved his fingers at the back of my head to entangle his fingers with my hair and hold me closer to his lips. It suffocated me.

After a long moment of sucking my mouth and tongue he pulled back gently to ensure I could earn some air as he felt I was squirming due to lack of air. But that's not the case. I want to clutch the keys to the basement.

" Wait dont stop. I want you. Now." I panted.

He took a glimpse of my swollen lips." Baby, you mean?"his breath almost stuck to his chest.

" Yes. I want you inside me. Right now. I don't know what the fuck you are doing to me....."i took a moment to speak.

Come on Y/N, got any better Idea? I spoke inside my head.

" What is it , sunflower?" His thumb drew circles to my lower lips.

" Fuck." I panted." Jungkook, i want you inside me. I dont fucking care what you did but I know you did it for me. Kiss me and claim me as yours, Jungkook. Will you.?" I voluntarily compressed his name in each sentence. No strike that out. Not his name. His brother's name. Jungkook. The name that make him weak or should I say melt into a puddle.

And yeah. A perfect fucking Lie.

The next snap moment he kissed me in a wrathful way. And pushed me to bed and I landed softly on my back. He drifted above me without rupturing the kiss and made sure he didn't hurt my broken wrist which he seated into the splint. I took the opportunity, and clasped the keys about which he totally slipped out of his mind because of my drooling kiss to his lips.

" Jungkook, wait." I pulled back. " The chain. It hurts. "

" I am sorry,baby." He crawled down to my feet and curled his fingers to untangle the chain from my feet. I gripped the keys into my hand and set it's tip to protruding out, such that I can stab anywhere at his body.

I gazed at him as he worked to untangle the heavy chain clung around my feet and lower body. I waited. I lingered. The clinging sound of the chain as he removed was pushing me to the edge to stab him. Sweat beads sheathed around my body. A wedge of me felt a pinch of hurt. A hurt not to hurt him. But I can't make it latch on me.

The moment he completely unravelled the chain from my lower body and feet, I sat up swiftly with a jolt and stabbed the keys right at his chest and pulled it out. The tip of the key did pierce his flesh as my eyes captured the blood at keys tip.

He yelped." Y/N..." I flung my leg to his chest and pushed him to the floor by a forceful kick. His head hit the floor and he fell into unconsciousness. The force of impact that is the force of my push with my leg did hit his head into unconsciousness. May be a mild concussion.

Good.

I looked at him for longer minutes. His eyes were shut. His lips were still swollen from our kiss. His body was immovable. A hint of pain was swirling around me. I took a breath to conceal it because one more minute i let it immerse into me i would curl up and cry or I would help to wake him up by myself.

I gradually set my feet to the floor and stood up without moving my broken wrist. I took a glance at him and then walked out of the room with the keys in my hand.

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