Part : 5
Tittle : I am not jungkook, I am JK
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The atmosphere in Jungkook's penthouse was thick with tension. Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok stood around him, their faces etched with concern. Jungkook, however, was a rigid statue, his eyes darting around the room, a flicker of fear and anger battling within them.
"Jungkook, please," Taehyung pleaded, his voice soft but firm. "We need to go. It's for your own good."
Jungkook's jaw clenched. "No," he hissed, his voice a low growl. "I'm not going."
"Jungkook, you're scaring us," Jimin said, his voice trembling slightly. "We just want to help."
"Help?" Jungkook scoffed, his voice laced with a dark amusement that sent a shiver down their spines. "You call this help? You want to lock me away, pump me full of drugs, tell me I'm insane?"
"We want you to get better," Namjoon said, his voice calm and steady. "We want to understand what's happening."
Suddenly, Jungkook's demeanor shifted. His eyes, usually dark and intense, seemed to glow with an unnatural light. His voice, when he spoke, was deeper, more guttural, a chilling echo of his own.
"You think you can help him?" the voice snarled, its tone laced with a dark menace. "You think you can fix what you don't understand? He belongs to me. This body, this mind... it's mine."
Hoseok flinched, his eyes wide with fear. "Jungkook, stop it. You're scaring us."
"Scaring you?" the voice chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. "That's just the beginning. I'll show you what fear truly is."
Jungkook's body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring. He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Seokjin, who stood closest. "You think you can heal him? You think you can stitch together the pieces of his shattered mind?"
"Jungkook, please," Seokjin said, his voice trembling slightly. "We're your friends. We're trying to help."
"Friends?" the voice echoed, its tone laced with contempt. "He has no friends. He has me."
Jungkook's hand shot out, grabbing Seokjin's arm with an unnatural strength. Seokjin gasped, his eyes widening in alarm.
"Don't touch him!" Taehyung shouted, stepping forward.
"Stay back!" the voice snarled, its grip tightening on Seokjin's arm. "He's mine! And you won't take him away from me."
Yoongi, his face pale but determined, stepped forward. "Jungkook, this isn't you. Let him go."
"He's not here," the voice hissed, its eyes glowing with a dark intensity. "He's gone. And I'm not letting him come back."
The room was charged with tension, the air thick with fear and desperation. The six friends stood frozen, their eyes fixed on Jungkook, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew, deep down, that they were facing something they didn't understand, something dark and powerful.
Jungkook, or rather, the entity that had taken hold, moved with an unsettling fluidity, his movements unpredictable and violent. He lashed out, his strength amplified, sending a lamp crashing to the floor.
"Stay away from him!" the voice snarled, its eyes glowing with a dark, predatory light. "He's mine! You won't take him!"
Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok moved cautiously, their faces grim, their hearts pounding. They knew they had to subdue him, but they were reluctant to hurt their friend.
"Jungkook, please, listen to us," Namjoon pleaded, his voice strained. "We don't want to hurt you."
"Hurt him?" the voice echoed, a chilling laugh reverberating through the room. "You can't hurt him. He's already dead inside."
Jungkook lunged, his hand reaching for Jimin, who barely managed to dodge. Jimin stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear.
"We have to do something," Hoseok whispered, his voice trembling. "He's going to hurt someone."
Seokjin, his medical training kicking in, tried to reason with him, but the voice only responded with snarls and threats. The air was thick with the scent of adrenaline and fear.
"He's not listening," Yoongi said, his voice low and determined. "We have to stop him."
A chaotic struggle ensued. They tried to restrain him, but the entity within Jungkook fought with a ferocity that surprised them all. He was strong, unpredictable, and driven by a dark, primal rage.
"Get him!" Taehyung shouted, his voice hoarse.
In the midst of the chaos, Namjoon, seizing an opportunity, grabbed a heavy, decorative vase. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with regret, then, with a swift, decisive motion, he struck Jungkook on the back of the head.
Jungkook crumpled to the floor, his body limp, the glowing light in his eyes fading into darkness. A heavy silence fell over the room, broken only by the ragged breaths of the six friends.
They stood, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, their eyes fixed on the unconscious form of their friend.
The emergency ward buzzed with the frantic energy of a night shift. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh, sterile glow over the scene, illuminating the hurried movements of nurses and doctors. Raj, his face grim, barked orders, his voice cutting through the beeping of monitors and the hushed urgency of the staff. Luca, his surgical mask pulled down, prepped the surgical instruments, his movements precise and efficient. Antonio, his brow furrowed, studied the scans, his eyes tracing the delicate pathways of the brain. Hazel, her expression a mix of concern and focused calm, prepared homeopathic remedies, her movements gentle and deliberate.
Then, they arrived. Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, their faces pale and drawn, carried Jungkook in on a gurney. He was unconscious, his head bandaged, a dark stain seeping through the white gauze.
"Head trauma, possible concussion," Taehyung said, his voice strained. "He... he fell."
Sarah, who had been assisting another patient, rushed over, her eyes widening in concern. She took in the scene, her gaze lingering on Jungkook's still form. "What happened?" she asked, her voice calm but urgent.
"We... we had to subdue him," Namjoon said, his voice heavy with guilt. "He was... out of control."
Raj, his expression grim, took charge. "We need to stabilize him. Sarah, you'll assist with the head wound. Luca, prep for a possible craniotomy. Antonio, keep an eye on his neurological status."
Sarah nodded, her focus shifting to Jungkook. She gently removed the bloodied bandage, her touch surprisingly soft, almost tender. She examined the wound, her fingers tracing the delicate contours of his skull. A flicker of something, an unfamiliar warmth, stirred within her.
As she cleaned the wound, her touch was light and careful, a stark contrast to the urgency of the situation. It was a touch that Jungkook, even in his unconscious state, had never experienced before. Not from his friends, not from his family. There was a delicate, almost reverent quality to it, a sense of deep compassion that resonated in the sterile environment.
She stitched the wound with practiced precision, her movements smooth and efficient.
Jungkook's eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. A collective breath hitched in the emergency ward. But his eyes, when they focused, were not the familiar dark brown. They were a chilling, luminous grey, radiating an unsettling intensity.
A tense silence fell over the room. His friends exchanged worried glances, their faces pale. Sarah, unaware of the internal struggle raging within him, maintained a professional composure. She'd seen patients disoriented after head trauma, but this was different.
She offered a gentle, polite smile, her voice soft and reassuring. "Hello, sir. Can you tell me your name?" She picked up the clipboard containing his medical reports, hoping to confirm his identity and assess his cognitive function.
The grey eyes fixed on her, cold and unwavering. A low, guttural voice, a chilling echo of Jungkook's, filled the room. "JK."
The single syllable hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. It was not Jungkook's usual response. It was sharp, clipped, and devoid of any warmth.
A ripple of unease spread through the room. His friends exchanged bewildered glances. "JK?" Taehyung asked, his voice strained. "Jungkook, what are you talking about?"
The grey eyes shifted to Taehyung, their gaze distant, almost predatory. "I am not Jungkook."
Sarah's professional demeanor faltered slightly. She glanced at the monitors, checking his vitals, searching for a medical explanation. But the readings were normal.
"Sir," she said, her voice calm but firm, "can you tell me your full name?"
The grey eyes returned to her, their gaze piercing. "I am JK. The knight."
The words sent a chill through the room. His friends gasped, their faces etched with horror. Sarah's brow furrowed. "The knight?" she repeated, her voice laced with confusion.
"He's not Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. "It's… it's the other one."
The grey eyes flickered, a hint of dark amusement in their depths. "They understand," JK said, his voice a low growl. "They know who I am."
The tension in the emergency ward was palpable. The beeping of the monitors seemed to amplify the silence, highlighting the unsettling shift in Jungkook's personality. The knight, JK, had arrived, and he was making his presence known.
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To be continued~