"it's you, it's you, it's all for you."

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My ears ring because of my loud heartbeat as I enter the very place from where this situation started. My head feels like it is about to burst open with the overflowing anger through my system.

The lawn of the apartment is shimmering with lights with people here partying, enjoying their night away. The names of those guys who did that to Hana must be enjoying too right now, but when i'll find them they'll regret ever crossing paths with her.

I knew about those guys when Michael told me their names. I remember them being part of Blue Stones only. They didn't know who they were messing with when they did that an hour ago. Not only i'll destroy their faces beyond recognition, i'll also make their life a living hell if they stay in this country on whole.

My hold on the baseball bat tightens as i pass through drunk college students, many of them being part of the gang only, which is obvious because the gang was the one to organize the party only.

Michael told me that those guys are still at the party, by the swimming pool. The same place they almost drowned Hana. Every last piece of patience fly out of my body as i stride towards the area they are at.

As soon as i turn the corner to the back of the place, i immediately recognize those five guys standing there, laughing like nothing happened here, like they didn't turn the situation into a train wreck of tears and blood. They have red cups in their hands with alcohol in them. Almost all of them look drunk. It's for better.

As i march towards them, i don't think anything even once, before i swing my baseball bat in the air. Two of the guys who are facing me sees me, as their eyes widen, but before they could speak anything, i swing my bat forward as it collides with the head  of one of the guys whose back was towards me.

A loud thwak follows with even louder grunt as the guy holds his head with both his hands, falling down on the grassy floor. Loud curses flow around from the other guys as they launch themselves at me after seeing the grunting man on the floor with pain.

"What the fuck, dude?" some guy is red t shirt curses.

"Should've kept your hands off her," i growl out and don't wait for them to attack me as i swing my bat in the air and hit another one of them who was nearing me. I hit the side of his head but he ducked before it could hit him, resulting in it colliding with his shoulder.

The collision was strong enough to make him grunt out in pain, giving another ones the opportunity to strike me. A punch lands on my right cheek and i strike the person with the bat, but other person kicked the bat out of my hold, striking with his foot straight to my wrist.

My heart pounded with fury. Of course, they've trained with me. They almost have same fighting skills as mine. Almost.

I know how to fight with fists. I've been man of the month several times. I don't care about the fact that they're five against me. They're nothing in front of my aggression especially after what they did. If i have to, i'd do this with bare hands. Have their filthy blood on my hands to show them their place.

"Jungkook?!" i hear from behind me and i know it's Michael, probably here to stop me. But i won't stop until they're almost lifeless. He can't stop me today.

I throw a punch on some guy's face, then throw other one inside the pool. Two of them are already on the floor with loud smacks on their heads because of my bat.

"I'm not stopping today until they're dead," i mumble underneath my breathe as i grab the collar of the guy wearing red t shirt.

I throw punches on his face over and over again. Blood oozes out from his nose as his face dangles to the side, with his groans growing shallower with every fast punch.

I feel a presence on my back, and in less than a second, i turn around while still holding the already limp guy by his collar. I see the one in denim jacket  ready with my baseball bat in his hands, that fell down a few minutes ago, to strike me with it.

I push him away with help of the guy i was holding tightly. Both of them fall down on the floor, the man under grunts loudly. He loses the bat in his hold as he tries to get the body off his.

I walk towards him when Michael stopped me.

"Jungkook, stop this. They-"

"No! Get aside or i'll end up doing something to you," i push him aside and near the groaning guy on the floor.

As soon as he throws the body of the other guy off his body, i reach him. Before he could get off the floor, i tackle him again down. I immediately start delivering loud, powerful punches on his face, my anger fuels the force of each of my punches. 

I don't see anything rational in front of me as i  keep on ruining his face till the point, i think, not even his mother would be able to recognize him. 

Michael tries to stop me but then one of the guys who was once on the floor because of my single punch tried to hit me from nearly killing their group's member to death. Michael took the opportunity to tackle him to ground, protecting me like a teamwork that we show when we are on missions.

"G-Get off me, you traitor!" the man under me grunts in pain. So, i'm a traitor for not letting them go.

"You dared to mess with her," i grab his collar to lift his upper torso off the floor to make him come near my face, "Any fucking one but her, the only woman i will burn this world down for. And you think i'll let you go?"

"I'll draw the blood out of you to offer it at her alter as a sacrifice showing my devotion for her. And you would just be the first one," i tell him and punch him again.

As i'm  punching his almost dead body, Michael behind me is doing the same thing with someone else, i see other people gather around to see everything happening. I'm not listening to anything, it's like i'm deaf at the moment.

All i can see is Hana's crying face in pain. All i can hear is her battling with herself, telling me to kill her. I don't know what caused it, but these people triggered it. They hurt her, personally getting a death invite.

Blinded with anger and ringing ears, i see a few people is uniform nearing me from the crowd of people gathering around. I hear someone calling my name but it feels so hazy, it looks so hazy as i don't stop punching the life out of the unconscious guy under me. 

My fists are bloody, blood is on my clothes, some of Hana and now of these guys too. Sweat is rolling down my back, forehead and my fist starts paining.

And just before i could punch this man under me again, i feel some force pulling me backwards. No, it's not just one person. It looks like there are three four people pulling me away from killing him.

My mouth is passing constant grunts as i try to free myself from them. I try it like a madman with blood washed through his brain. 

I feel someone pull my wrists behind my back, and then feel cold metal on my wrists. They're putting cuffs on me.

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We're at the police station.

My heart is still roaring inside me, but i feel like my blood has cooled down a little. I'm trying my best to regulate my breathing to normal, and i could've done it if it wasn't for my running brain.

All the guys that i beat up are in the hospital now. Along with the police (we don't know who called police), an ambulance came too. 

The guy i beat to death is in critical condition. He would survive, but it'll take him days before he can actually get up from that hospital bed. Other few guys have minor injuries.

My side of lip is busted, a darkening bruise on the same side of the cheek and the knuckles are scratched too, paining. Michael is here too, he has a few scratches here and there too. On whole we would be in a very complex situation. Unless we aren't.

The party was basically raided. The police personals caught a few other people from the party too for drugs that were going on in there. All of them are angry, shouting at the police, making the station a fucking bus station. But i'm calm, at least from outside

The place where the party happened was of Jae Sung's. He has connections with police, he is on his way. There's no chance media can know about this either. I'm not worried about being in jail. That wouldn't happen.

Though, right now sitting here on the waiting benches of the station, all i can think about is this situation. Nothing feels right. Why was Hana there? Is it a coincidence that she was there and those guys started harassing her? Or was this all already planned out?

I do have Hana's phone with me. I got it from Michael, who took it from the police people who were catching people from the apartment. It's currently turned off, probably ran out of battery. There has to be something in there. 

I need to see what's in her phone, because apparently as her phone is turned off, i can't hack into it through mine. 

But there is another thing. The more important thing, or a possible suspect, is circling in my mind. 

Jae Sung.

He was way too much coerced about the meeting being today only. He has been bugging me about it for a week. Him stretching the meeting to take so much of my time, then giving me that sly smirk while leaving was enough suspicious.

I think he just wanted to scare her away, wanted to be proven fucking right about what he told me a few days ago.

"You'll regret it when she'll see the dirty side of this all and will leave you."

He was warning me to stay away from her, for the sake of this gang- which wasn't happening. And that's why he did that. To scare her away. He might not have known what type of episodes she has. But if he did, and still did what he did, he's a gone game. I don't care who he is. I'm going to lead next anyway.

But for now, i want to know what bait might he might have given to her for her to recklessly go there. 

"Jungkook," i hear my name being called out and see up.

I see Michael reaching me, panting with blood smears on his face.

"Jae Sung is here, "he tells me, his tone worried, "And he's calling you."

My lips twitch in anger, but i try to keep it in. I don't speak anything, as i poke my right cheek from inside before standing up. My posture looks tough, my muscles scream to punch Jae Sung to death too, but i need to control. At least for now.

"Are you ok?" Michael asks me, seeing my angered up frame.

I don't answer him, just pass by him to reach the main counter. I see Jae Sung standing there with his hands in the pockets of his same suit pants he was wearing almost two hours ago when we parted ways. He didn't even change out of it, confirming my suspicion.

As i walk towards him talking to the police head of here, Jae Sung looks up at me. He looks calm like he always does. He's the real snake. My blood turns hot again , as i try my best to not let my intrusive thoughts win, to not create a scene here. at least not yet.

But When i reach him, he faces me and just when i stop in front of him, in a flash of second he lands a punch on my cheek, making my  face swing to other direction. The gasps of people around echoes. 

"Didn't I warn you to stop being so reckless?" he hisses out. He has never punched me before.

My skin throbs there. This side of my cheek was already bruised, now it's gonna bruise even worse. My mouth twitches again in anger, and every last bit of control dissipates as I ball my hand into a tight fist.

Without any second thought, my arm swings and I punch Jae Sung on his face. Even louder gasps follow around. Police officers step near me to stop me from start fighting here. But I won't fight. I can't fight with him right now.

"And I warned you to stay away from her," I say through gritted teeth, trying not to make some loud voice.

Jae Sung's creased eyebrows relax slightly as he looks at me. He clicks his jaw where I punched him. His face doesn't show any emotion for me to read. He's calm, like always but then I see his lips slightly curve up to scoff softly. Oh, he knows.

Jae Sung straightens up and adjusts his suit while looking into my furious eyes. I just need to have a concrete evidence before actually doing something. I'll throw him out of the gang for fucking ever. I haven't done with my masters degree yet. I still need a year and a half to be there, but I'll make sure to make this miserable for him once I know it's him for sure.

"Let them all leave," Jae Sung tells the police and they all nod, like puppets of his hands to let the caught party people leave back to their homes or wherever they live.

One by one, I see them leave the station. Some boys and girls whisper stuff to each other, while looking at us. Michael is standing behind me, accompanying me just in case.

“Where's Jungkook?” I hear a familiar male voice and see behind Jae Sung to see someone entering inside.

I recognize a very familiar face of my dad and get confused. Who the fuck called him? And why?

He is talking to some guard here, but when he sees me, his face relaxes as if I was laying on death bed and finally woke up.

But dad shouldn't be here. It makes me feel miserable. He has never been to the police station because of my irresponsibility. He has a big image to maintain as CEO of the leading enterprises in the country, being here is like a black spot on his godly reputation.

“Dad, where are you here?” I ask him, walking past Jae Sung.

“I called him. He should know how irresponsible you've become. It's not my responsibility to take you out of these situations all the time,” Jae Sung answers, instead of my dad.

As if you're not the one who actually created this situation.

I ignore him. My talk is with my Dad, not this monster who only thinks of his interest. I'm not letting him piss me off further with his stupid tactics. I'll deal with him later properly.

“Come with me,” dad luckily jumps in and gestures to me outside.

I turn around to see Jae Sung's back and then at Michael who looks worried about the situation, before following my dad outside.

It's almost midnight. The weather is chilly, making goosebumps rise on my hot skin. The cold breeze courses through my hair and I suddenly wish I was wearing my leather jacket.

Dad looks at my face with an angry and disappointed reaction. I get him, but I don't regret what I did. The situation turned messy but those guys deserve it. As we are wasting time here, I've already made plans on how to send those motherfuckers out of the country.

“What explanation do you have for this?” dad asks me.

Of course, he knows that fights breaking out is a normal thing when one person is part of a gang. But police being involved, and beating people to almost death is not Normal. And so not me.

I don't even kill people. But I literally feel zero fear for the situation where I might've killed any of those guys.

“They deserved it, dad,” that's the best explanation I could give.

“What wrong did they do to you for you to almost beat them to death?” he squints his eyes, nearing me, standing tall with the same height as mine.

“They messed up with someone who's mine,” I answer, honestly as I rake my hand through my dirty, messed up hair.

His eyebrows pinches, “Is it about some girl?”

There's no point in not admitting.

“Yes.”

“You know you're not supposed to get involved with someone this… deeply that you go on to kill people,” he scolds me.

“I don't care, dad. For all I know, they could've died and I wouldn't even have gone to put flowers on their graves. When I said they deserved it, I meant it.”

“Whatever it is, Jungkook. This impulsiveness is not good for your future in the gang. You're the leader to be and you don't know how big this is. You shouldn't let this all go in vain for some girl's fight. There's-”

“What would you have done if some guys harassed mom and almost ended up killing her?” I cut him in between.

“Jungkook!” he scolds me.

I look into his eyes fiercely. I know what he would have done. I was just beating those guys with my hands, but he would have killed them straight away with his gun, no second thoughts of what that would lead to in future.

I see as the mere thought of what I said courses through his mind. His fists tight and nostrils flare for a second.

“That's it, dad,” I say and he sighs, regulating his harsh breathing.

“Is she that important?” he asks me and I think.

I mean she is important to me. If I almost killed someone to death for her, that means she is important. But is she more important than my leadership in the gang?

“Important enough,” I answer.

Dad looks into my eyes as if he's searching for something in them. My eyes suddenly feel droopy and I have the sudden urge to go back to Hana. I want to clean up, hug her tight to myself and sleep with her in my arms in relief that she's there with me. Safe.

Dad hums.

“You should stay with us tonight,” he slaps my shoulder to pinch my biceps in a tight hold with his hand. He usually does that when he's proud of me. Is he?

“No dad, I need to be with her,” I refuse.

His lips twitch up into a smile for a fraction of a second. Anyone could've missed it but as I'm looking at his face from time to time, I caught it.

Dad nods, “Take care, son. Don't disappoint me.”

“Yes dad,” I sigh, tired.

“And take care of her,” he says and relief flushes through me.

“I will. Always.”

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I get into my G Wagon whose keys I got back from the police. They took them off me after cuffing my hands in the apartment. My dad did help me to drive to the apartment of the party so that I can get my car back. As soon as I found my car, I sprinted towards it.

Now sitting inside, I start the engine and the interior of my car comes to life. Immediately, I put Hana's phone on charge. I'm impatient to look inside it. It's the only way I can see what actually happened. Otherwise I'd have to wait till Hana wakes up which will make me go paranoid.

As it charges, I drive my car out of the apartment parking to The highway. It's a fairly busy road at this time. My mind feels numb.

If I stayed with Hana for tonight, giving zero fucks about this game of busying me into an important meeting of Jae Sung, none of this would've happened. I should've seen it in her eyes, shouldn't have ignored when she was looking tense in the day.

My grip on steering wheel turns harder, my veins popping out of the skin. My head hurts, and the cheek throbs because of the bruising punch. I'll need to use an ice pack on it and some ointment from the first aid kit I keep in my car.

I can do it all later, for now I need to switch Hana's phone on to see any activity. Any call from someone, any chat with someone suspicious. I just need to know who did it. If there's nothing in her phone, then I'd have no choice but to wait for her to wake up in the morning.

Fuck, I hope there isn't any major injury she got because of the glass and didn't lose more than normal blood. Unease spreads in my chest as I pass through moving cars around me.

In around half an hour, I reach Hana's apartment. The lights are on. Her friends must be there still. I want to just get out of this car and enter inside there right now. But before that I need to look into her phone.

I stop the car right in front of her house. It stops with a screech and I plunge forward a little. Taking Hana's phone in my hold, I switch it on. It takes a few seconds to load the system properly as I impatiently look at the bright screen.

As soon as it starts, I open it through the password. I scroll through her phone. Social media, phone calls, messages, emails. I see everywhere. But I don't see something suspicious. There are few work and uni related emails. Call from her parents, friends and message chats with her friends. There's nothing that can prove my suspicion.

Maybe there's nothing in here.

I sigh. I guess I'll have to wait till she wakes up.

I yawn and stretch. My muscles scream with pain and eyes droop with sleep. But then my mind races.

What if it's some message or email which is deleted by her or the sender?

Fuck. That's possible.

For that, I need to use my phone. I abruptly scramble to take my phone out. The hack I've put in her phone through mine makes it easier to scan through the deleted history. I can track it easily even if it's deleted by her or someone else.

After finding for a few minutes, I see something. An email which was sent a few hours ago. Almost an hour before Hana had her episode. This can be the one which might lead me to somewhere.

I tried opening it, but I can't do it. I think whoever sent her this was also someone who's good in hacking, erasing their digital footprint. It almost looks like spam. But it's too coincidental to be just a spam.

I may be expert in many things, but hacking is not one of them. I can do it but to some certain extent but this level of hacking needs someone more professional, more trained.

And I know who can help me.

I have friends outside uni, kept for purpose like these. They're like my personal espionages. When you're in a deadly gang, you need to survive and for that you don't need to trust on everyone in the gang. Sometimes you need help of outsider, like I do right now. And one of them can definitely help me.

I call a friend of mine from high school who studies in some other university for now. He's excellent in computer stuff. For all I know, he can actually break some code to hack into some governmental information. It's not exaggeration, it's literally the truth.

The ringing inside the call makes me anxious with every second. It's midnight. He might be asleep. But he needs to pick up right now. It is an emergency.

I tap my finger on the steering wheel, waiting and waiting. And just when I felt that he wouldn't pick up, I hear his voice from other side.

"What the fuck do you want, dude?" his raspy voice, probably because he was actually sleeping, sounds annoyed.

"Seokjin, I need your help. It's urgent," I answer.

"I swear if it's because of that chick you're obsessed with, I'm going to kill your ass," he groans.

"Well, it kinda is."

Seokjin was the one who actually helped me with hacking into Hana's phone at first. I've never done anything like that before, which was an obvious surprise for him. But anyhow, he helped me. He needs to help me now too.

He groans again, maybe sitting up, "You're whipped."

"It's a bad situation, Seokjin. Is there a way we can look into deleted stuff in the phone?"

"Deleted by her or someone else?"

"Have no idea. But probably by the sender."

In next few minutes, Seokjin tries to help me with instructions to get into it. According to him, the person who sent her whatever this email holds is a professional in it too. It was difficult to open it in. So I sent the whole file of deleted stuff to Seokjin. He might do something on his own.

I wait. I did tell Seokjin to not open whatever is in that email. Who knows what it might be? I've seen many cases where innocent girls are messed with by giving them threats about leaking their nudes which might be deep fake or real. Girls usually fall for this, wanting to save their reputation and dignity but then end up being victims to such assholes.

The email might contain anything but I'm sure that it'll lead me to something considering how carefully it is deleted. It was sent to make things like what it is right now. I just need to know what's in it as soon as possible.

In a few minutes, my phone pinged with a notification from Seokjin. It reads 'Done. Don't disturb me now.' with an attached pdf of the email.

I don't waste another second and open the file. The email comes into my view. There's no subject in it. The email ID looks like a spam. But the content in it isn't.

It's a photo attached with the address of the apartment where the party was happening. I click on the photo and my eyes squintes.

It's my photo with Mia. It isn't a fake one, but I'm not sure. It can be fake too, but the possibility is low. This photo is actually of us, but it's an old one. Almost one and half a year old.

My eyebrows pinch together. Did they send her this photo to show me as a cheater? Fuck. There's nothing Hana would hate more than me cheating on her. Considering her past, and her fucked up voice, she might've believed this.

I throw the phone in my lap and rake both my hands through my hair to pull on the strands. This is fucking ridiculous.

Who would someone click my photo at that time to use it today? This doesn't make sense.

And more importantly who would send this to her? And why?

Is it actually Jae Sung? He is my most probable suspect after this realisation. Only he has reasons and resources to do that. He has stalked her enough to know about her personal life too. And considering the fact that I'm the next leader, he keeps an eye on me. It must be easier for him to get these photos than anyone else.

"Fuck," I whisper, my head hurting.

Is it really him? Or someone else?

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Fuck everyone who hates Kim Hana. This Jungkook would probably kill you for that.

^Jungkook to Jae Sung.

~Aster🌸