Byeol POV

What are you doing to me Jeon Jungkook? Ever since I met him my dreams started again, the butterflies started again.

Love, started again.

I am not a lover. I don't deserve love nor to want or need it. Love is weakness, and I cannot afford to be weak. Not when the world I live in is this cruel.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, the maids found your phone in my room while cleaning," he said, pulling out my phone from his pocket.

"I haven't seen this in a long time."

*67 missed calls from work*

"Oh shit," I mumbled, hundreds of thoughts were dancing rapidly through my mind, tiring me mentally. How could I get so carried away?

"Are you still alive or have I lost you?" Jungkook clicked his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. Noticing my expression change wasn't difficult, my entire mood had dropped out of nowhere. "What's wrong?" He asked making me shut my phone, sliding it into the hospital gown.

"Nothing," I faked a genuine smile making him raise his eyebrows in suspicion, placing his index finger under my chin to lift my face, analysing me. "What are you doing?" I asked, unfazed by this random interrogation, he took a deep breath and removed his finger from under my chin.

"Nothing."

Time skip - home.

I slowly stepped out the cab, Jungkook decided the motorbike wouldn't be the most comfortable for my wound. It was about 5am, and we decided there was no point in sleeping anymore, Jungkook went to the kitchen to make some coffee for the both of us.

I could see dark circles form under his eyes, pushing a wave of guilt through my body. "Jungkook-ah, I think you should get some rest-"

"Say that again," he cut me off, I stood confused as he walked towards me with a smirk on his face, cornering me against the wall.

"Call my name softly again," he whispered, intentionally acted like that thinking I was going to get shy, after staring into my eyes for 2 seconds he turned his head.

"You mean like this?"

"Kook-ah," I tiptoed to whisper back in his ear, I laughed internally seeing the hairs on his back stand up. He swivelled around and walked even closer, using his height to tower over me.

"Hey, I'm injured remember?" I spoke, slightly fearing getting trapped between his arms again. I turned around, taking steps away from him. "You don't think I'm going to be lenient on you just because of that wound do you? For being so confident you deserve a punishment my love," he said, hands in his pockets, slowly taking steps closer.

His steps sped up, making me turn around to run as fast as I could with the injury I had. Although it failed since he grabbed my hand, "caught you," he twirled me around, smiling down at me.

"OUCH!" I yelled, covering my face, pretending I was in pain. He quickly let go of my hand to cup my face with his hands in worry..

"Are you ok? Should we go back to the hospital-"

"You scared me," he shut his eyes in frustration, realising I was only joking. "Do you, perhaps, worry for me?" I tilted my head, watching him become speechless. So much for a heartless mafia.

He leaned in close to my face, pausing my laughter. I gulped at his closeness, closing my eyes as I expected a kiss to come my way. Talking with him these past days I realised there was no point in resisting.

He's someone who will always get what he wants.

I could feel his breath, it was addicting, it made me want him, a deadly and forbidden desire. His lips felt so close yet so far, and at a time like this I wish our lips were magnets, connecting firmly, and for eternity.

"That's your punishment," he muttered, walking away with his hands in his pockets, leaving me with want. The want for his lips to be on mine. I could literally see the smirk on his face even with his back turned.

"One day I'm gonna fucking murder you-"

That thunderbolt of pain struck my heart, throwing me into a helpless looking state. I placed my hand on my heart, now that fucking hurt.

"Look, we're on the news," he called out for me. Confused, I slowly headed to where he was, in front of the TV.

*Heroic man saves woman from potential death*

"Wow, I looked that pathetic?" I mumbled, sitting down on the sofa next to him. The news channel decided to barely blur our faces, which could possibly create problems in the future. "Those fucking idiots put my name there," I face-palmed. How did they even find out my name?

"Why are you complaining, you're famous now," Jungkook replied.

"Have you forgotten who I am? I have thousands people wanting to kill me, and now they even know how I look like, UGH," I whined.

"Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you," he told me, laying down on the sofa to relax.

"How can you be so sure? I'm one person against them," I said.

"Wrong."

"Now it's 2 people against them. You're MY secretary, I don't like it when people touch my things. I won't let anyone lay a finger on you," he said mindlessly, not realising what he was saying was slightly sweet.

"Now get rest, you can't come with me on missions injured now can you?" He told me. Right. That's why he cares. Why would he give a shit about me unless he needed me?

He helped me up, taking me to a room I'd rest in. "Consider yourself lucky, I don't let anyone sleep in my bedroom," he spoke.

"I've already slept here, don't you remember?" I winked, smiling at the same time. I went in and began fixing his bed for my own liking.

"Uh, Byeol?" I heard his voice again, I turned around to see him lean against the door frame, seemingly having something to say. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"You know it suits you, your smile."

As soon as he finished his sentence he slammed the door shut, making me slightly flinch. He probably cringed at his own words, wondering what on earth made him say that. After fixing his bedsheet, I sat on the edge of the bed. His compliment replayed in my head, pushing a small smile upon my lips every time I remembered it.

I felt forced to head to the mirror, his words acted as motivation.

"My smile suits me?" I thought, I tried smiling to see what I looked like.

"Suits me my foot, I look so stupid." I muttered, stomping my foot in disappointment, putting the mirror flat down with a childish pout on my face.

I headed back to bed, laying flat as I looked up at the ceiling. I didn't want to fall asleep, every time I did, he would show up. My dreams were happening in order, from when we first met, to becoming friends. But this was only the start, when it was puppy love as kids, what if I start seeing what happened when we grew up?

Did I really want to see that again?

Did I wish to experience that horror? That heartbreak? That betrayal all over again?

I decided the answer was no, pulling out my phone to pass time. Panic skid down my back when I saw the notifications.

I forgot all about-

Jungkook POV

"Mr Jeon!" A maid screamed, forcing me awake from the short nap I was having on the sofa. I was just watching TV when it felt like buildings were placed onto my eyelids, forcing them to shut just for a bit, but when I'd woken up it had been hours.

"Miss Kim, she's uhm, gone," the maid spoke, slightly fearful of my reaction.

"What do you mean, gone?" I asked, my words forcing her gaze to drop to the floor.

"She isn't in her room, and we've been trying to find her for hours now," she replied. I ran my hands through my hair, it was already 1pm, where could she even go? Had I said something to upset her? Does she even know she'll get hurt if she stays away from me for too long?

So many thoughts and only she held the answers to them.

"Whoever finds Byeol gets a pay raise, spread the fucking word," I scrunched my fists, annoyed that too much was happening in such a short period of time.

I sat in the control room of the house where I could see everything from the cameras that were planted in almost every room.

"Is that..."

I squinted my eyes to see Byeol walk out one of the toilets. "Why would she change her clothes to go to the toilet?" I thought, noticing her different attire while gesturing the guard next to me to go get her.

She walked into the control room, following behind the guard, confused at what was going on. "Where have you been?" I crossed my arms.

"The garden," she shortly replied, as if she'd been prepared for this interrogation. Not convinced I checked the cameras in the garden, she was indeed caught on them, but only walking in. She headed towards the blind spot, where the cameras lens couldn't reach.

I fast fowarded the clip to see her walk back inside 5 hours later, and to present, where I had just seen her come out the toilet.

"See? I was in the garden," she shrugged as if I was the only in the wrong for not trusting her. She turned around about to leave when I stood in front of her as an obstruction.

"Not so fast missy, who said I believed you?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Don't believe me then, there's a whole camera clip showing me going into the garden-"

"And sitting in the blind spot of it for 5 hours doing absolutely nothing? Would you believe yourself if you were me?" I cut her off in awe of her shamelessness even when I'd caught her being suspicious.

"Don't think I didn't notice your expression drop after seeing your phone in the hospital. If I have to place a bug in your phone, I will. Don't test me Byeol, you don't know the least of what I can do," I glared down at her.

She glared back up at me, except her eyes blinked tears away, holding them back.

"You know what's funny? I don't even know if those tears are real, after all, you're con-artist, it's your job to deceive others isn't it?" I spoke coldly.

"Kill me then, it's your job to take lives isn't it?" She snapped back, tears of anger filling up her eyes, but she wouldn't let them drop. I got angry and snatched the gun off of the guard standing next to me. I pointed it at her, not knowing myself what I was doing.

"Shoot me, go on, pull the trigger, it's not like my life could get any fucking worse," she spat, not fearing death in the slightest. I kept firm in my position to show her I wasn't joking, I pressed the gun on her forehead, but her expression remained. I sighed and dropped the gun feeling weak.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" I muttered under my breath.

"Let's just, stop arguing. I haven't slept properly so I'm getting irritated for no reason, I'm sorry." I said, falling down onto my chair, not being able to process how our 'friendship' had gone downhill before it even started properly.

"Why? Why are you acting like this? The Euphoria everyone knows is a heartless beast, who murders for joy, out of boredom, so why is it so hard for you to take the life out of someone as useless as me?" She furrowed her eyebrows, venting out all her questions.

"Answer me Jeon-"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE DIFFERENT," I erupted.

"Because you remind me of her..."