Chapter 2

The air inside the asylum room was heavy, filled with the scent of sterile metal and forgotten echoes. The only light came from the small, dim bulb flickering above them, casting long shadows on the cold, cracked walls. Y/N stood in the center of the room, their breath quickening, unsure of how they had ended up here.

Across from her, Jungkook sat, his back straight against the wall, his eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity. His smile was twisted, though there was something strangely captivating about it—something that sent chills down Y/N’s spine yet drew her in closer.

"You’re not scared, are you?" Jungkook's voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried a dark weight that hung between them like smoke. He tilted his head, studying her with a kind of fascination that made Y/N feel exposed, vulnerable.

Y/N’s heart raced, but she couldn’t look away. It was like a magnet, pulling them in against their better judgment. "You’re… not like them," Y/N managed to say, their voice barely above a whisper. The others in the asylum, they were lost, but Jungkook? There was something raw and real about him, something Y/N couldn’t quite understand.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, and he stood up slowly, his movements almost predatory. "Not like them? No… I’m far worse." His eyes locked onto Y/N’s, his gaze sharp and hungry. He took a step closer, his presence overpowering, and yet Y/N felt an undeniable pull toward him, like a moth to a flame.

"You think I’m a psychopath, don’t you?" Jungkook’s smile widened, and he reached out, brushing his fingers against Y/N’s cheek. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but there was something dangerous behind it. "I’m not the monster they say I am," he murmured. "But maybe, just maybe, you’re the one who’s meant to understand me."

Y/N's breath hitched as Jungkook's hand moved down, grazing their neck, sending a shiver through her body. There was a wildness in his eyes, a chaotic beauty, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. The walls of the asylum faded into the background, and it was just the two of them—locked in a moment that felt like something between danger and desire.

"You could leave," Jungkook whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "But would you really want to?"

Y/N’s pulse quickened, torn between the fear of his unpredictability and the strange magnetism drawing her in. What was this pull? Why did she want to stay, despite everything that told her to run?

Before she could answer, Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and haunting. "Maybe I’m the only one who sees you for who you really are."

Y/N’s mind was racing, trying to understand the twisted emotions running through her veins. Was this love, or something far darker? Jungkook's fingers tightened around her wrist, and they couldn’t tell if they were being pulled into something beautiful or broken. All they knew was that they couldn’t pull away. Not yet.

In that asylum room, in the madness of it all, something between them was brewing—something dangerous, addictive, and electric. And it was only a matter of time before it consumed them both.

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