When I woke up I was laying on the comfiest couch I had ever been on, in front of a roaring fire. I looked up to see Jungkook sitting in a chair across from me, watching me.

It was then that I noticed that I was wrapped in a giant plush blanket and that underneath the blanket my clothes were gone and my now bandaged hands were still cuffed together.

I looked up at the man sitting across from me, wide-eyed. " W-What happened, where are my clothes?" He just chuckled and took a sip from the teacup in front of him before speaking.

"Believe me, had I done anything to you, you would know it. When you fainted you were a little too close to the water. Your clothes got wet, had I left you like that you would have gotten pneumonia."

"Why did you bring me here Jungkook, why am I handcuffed?" At my words, his smile slowly faded. "I told you that I do not know who that person is. I do not know why you have mistaken me for this other man but I am not him. My name is Erik, I will not tell you that again."

Unsure of what else to do and given the situation I decided to play along until I could figure out what to do. "Ok...Erik. Why did you bring me here?"

"I brought you here because up until recently you had been making a very good impression on Monsieur Lavigne and he was beginning to trust you and rely on you and I wanted us to discuss a few things, and… get to know each other better."

He laughed at the look on my face. "Platonically I mean. If I had meant to hurt you or rape you, which is what you are thinking I'm sure, I would have done it when you were unconscious and completely at my mercy."

The word rape even coming out of Jungkook's mouth sent pain shooting right through me. What was happening, how was this the same man that I had watched grow and come into his own for 6 years. How had he gone from being in that SUV to here, to this?

I sat up a little on the couch, and awkwardly adjusted the blanket so that it was wrapped around me underneath my arms like a towel. I reached for the teacup in front of me, taking a sip from it and savoring the feel of the warm tea running down my throat. I winced at the pain the movement was bringing to my wrists, Jungkook (Erik?) must have noticed this because he said "I suppose I can take those cuffs off you now. But, I should warn you that I have lowered the portcullis so even if you dared go into the lake you wouldn't be able to get out. And believe me, even if you managed to find my hidden passageways, you would either get lost or wander into one of my many traps and trust me you don't want that. So if I were you I would stick around and relax, as long as you are here, anything in my home is yours… except for the organ, no one touches that but me. So, can I take those off you now or will you throw caution to the wind and attempt to escape?"

I laid back down thinking, contemplating my options. My mind was still reeling from this ludicrous discovery. But the hope that I had stamped down for the last two years was finally starting to take over. Even if he was clearly suffering from some kind of mental breakdown, there was no way that I could leave Jungkook now.

Jungkook and the rest of the members of BTS had literally changed my life, shaping the way that I saw myself and everyone else around me. They and their music had gotten me through so much, not to mention the millions of other ARMYS out there and I couldn't just abandon JK now when I was quite possibly the only person in the world who knew what had happened to him. I made a silent promise to him at that moment, "I will figure this out and get you back home Kookie. I promise."

I let out the breath I had been holding and sat up looking into those familiar brown eyes. "Fine... Erik. I'll stick around for now… but if you try to hurt me, I will fight back." It hurt me to have to say such a thing, but if he truly didn't know that he was actually Jeon Jungkook, then I couldn't treat him like he was.

At this Erik stood up, smiling that devilish smile once more, walked over to the couch, and bent down to unlock the handcuffs but instead of unlocking them he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head so that they were hanging over the arm of the couch behind me. "I would love for you to try to fight me back, I love a feisty woman." He said placing a soft kiss on my neck just where my shoulder began. I squirmed but he was too strong there was nothing I could do. But, he stopped and finally unlocked the handcuffs, taking them and sitting back down on the couch across from me.

At that moment, I realized the implications and consequences of what was happening. I was way in over my head. This Erik, was not Jungkook, no matter what my eyes showed me. He was not going to act in any manner that I could expect or anticipate. Despite the familiar physical body, I had no idea who the person inside was. If I was going to get through this I needed to somehow figure out how to separate the two.

I sat back up, making sure that the blanket stayed up around me. "You said you had things you wanted to discuss, what are they?"

"I brought you here in part so that we could discuss the running of the theater. Before things started to fall apart for you I saw the way you looked at this place, the appreciation you had, the passion. I, for obvious reasons, cannot have a say in how theater is run. So I want us to have a mutual partnership. You will be my eyes and ears up above and be the liaison between myself and that great oaf running things up there. So... what do you think my dear?" Erik sat back, taking a sip of his tea, and watched me waiting for my answer.