"You think I'm a psycho now don't you?" I sighed at Jungkook who was staring at me in deep thought. "No, you just got sexier," he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head while his eyes didn't detach from mine even once.

"So I was wrong, you're the psycho," I laughed. "What, I find it attractive that you can tell me things like that. At least now it feels like I know you, as a person, and that sounds like an extremely badass story," he said, giving me a small smile.

"I talked about my love life, your turn, what do you know about love?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm not a fan of emotions. And love? In a world like ours? You're more likely to carry a planet than find true love," he said, almost disgusted with the thought. "I think the poet's would disagree," I replied.

"Well I'm not a poet, and life isn't literature. The love written in books, and the love seen in the movies differs largely from reality. It's a weakness bound to be the cause of your downfall. Isn't that the entire moral of Romeo and Juliet? That love is foul?" Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's about dying for love as you cannot see any reason to live without it, as your other half gone strips the quality of life from you. It's not about love being foul Mr Euphoria, it's about the beauty of death do us part," I responded, beginning a debate.

"Really now? They were kids blinded by puppy love, children died. There's no beauty in death, love, as a killer of thousands I can tell you that," he told me. "Then why do you do it?" I tilted my head. "Because, beautiful, it's fun," he uttered with the straightest face, meaning every word of it.

"You have a lot to say about love for someone who doesn't believe in it," I said. "Well it's an interesting concept," he shrugged.

"Don't do that, don't step on the true meaning of love by deeming it as a mere concept," I shook my head slightly, irked with his words.

"Is it really anything more than that? It's a fragile thing, easily breakable unlike how it's described in books. It's not forever, nothing is, it's not real, it's pointless time pass. So don't sit there and try to tell me that love is anything more than just a fairytale because it is, it's a lie that people indulge themselves in in hopes to find happiness in their pathetic lives," he released a breath at the end of his long sentence.

"Is this attitude fuelled by what happened with your parents? Because of how tragically their love story ended-"

"Don't. Don't bring them up," he cut me off. "Why? It's the reason isn't it? The reason you've ceased to believe in love," I spoke. "Listen, Kim Byeol, I've told you a very short bit about my life, don't be mistaken and think you know me, because even I don't," he shot a cold glare through me.

"Do you still think of that boy?" Jungkook asked out of the blue.

"Not purposely no. But our memories are rebuilding themselves in my brain, I dream of everything that happened there," I replied. We sat in silence for a minute, overcoming the little squabble.

"You stayed here for those hours, right?" He looked at me, his eyes on their knees, begging for a positive response although seemingly already knowing the answer. I felt like telling him the truth, but I can't.

"Yes Jungkook, I was here, can't you feel the peace?" I spoke, admiring the nature. "I guess it is," he replied, not entirely convinced but too tired to ask more. He let himself fall back onto the grass as I followed this action.

"You know, this was her favourite place in the house too," he told me.

"Whose?" I asked.

"My mum's. She said this place was wonderful, that the greenery helped her escape," the corners of his lips naturally lifting with her in his thoughts.

"Look Byeol it's you," he said pointing up at all the stars.

*In Korean Byeol means star.*

"You know my parents named me Byeol because they thought stars were wishes made by people, that's why there's so many of them. They wanted me to become something that would fulfill all the wishes, spreading happiness, so that one by one the stars would disappear," I explained. "But that would leave the moon so lonely," Jungkook responded.

"It would feel free, it would finally be free of all those desires suffocating it beautifully," I told him. "And of course, in the end there would still be a singular star left," I continued.

"Why one?" He raised an eyebrow.

"They wanted the last one left to be my wish, and they wanted my wish to be fulfilled by my soulmate," I replied, releasing a laugh at the stupid thought of stars disappearing.

"Do you truly believe in soulmates?" He questioned, putting me to thought.

"I mean idea of it's terrifying in a way, but yeah, there must be someone I'm written to marry, to spend my entire life with, don't you?" I turned my head to him.

"I guess we'll have to find out,"

He smiled before yawning. "These types of days are hard to find, I haven't felt so good in so long," he spoke, smiling while closing his eyes.

"Mr Jeon!" A guard rushed in. "And I spoke too soon," Jungkook sighed, sitting up to see what the guard wanted to say.

"There's a old couple outside begging to come in, they say they think they know someone here," he spoke, Jungkook let himself fall back onto the grass, closing his eyes again.

"Tell them to leave. Scare them with your guns but don't shoot, they're probably nearing their expiry date anyways," Jungkook tiredly ordered.

"You might know them, it won't hurt to check who it is," I advised. "But I don't even know anyone other than my hyungs," he stretched his arms while pouting.

It was the first time I had seen him act so cute, god this boy must be exhausted. I twisted his ear to make him stand up, hurting him, and forgetting that I was still under the affects of the drug. "Shit," I groaned, letting go of his ear due to the intense pain that had just stabbed my heart.

"I'm sorry, but you know I can't give you the antidote," his face slightly cringed in pity seeing my state.

"Smart choice, work is still work, don't forget I've been ordered to kill you for a generous amount of money, and the only thing stopping me is the drug." I told him, standing up straight. I followed him up to the control room where we could see a couple with their hands clasped, begging to be let in.

"Yeah, I don't know them, tell them to go-"

"Wait, why do they look so, familiar?" I cut Jungkook off, squinting my eyes at the screen. After realisation, suffocation trapped me even with all the air around me. I had lost all energy in my legs, but I maintained my position.

"Let them in," I ordered.

"But Mr Jeon said-"

"LET THEM FUCKING IN," I commanded, glaring at him to listen to me.

"Y-yes ma'am," he lowered his gaze, touching his earpiece to talk to the guards at the gate.

"Woah, you have my people listening to you-"

I walked out the room before he finished his sentence, leaving him in confusion. I headed down the stairs slowly, preparing myself with every step. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Hi, we saw the news this morning, and there was this girls name, we searched around and the people at her home gave us this address, is she here?" They asked, eyes full of the expectation a child has when they want something.

"She, does live here, w-why do you need to uhm, uh, see her," I stuttered, trying hard to keep my position, I felt like I could collapse right then and there.

"Well, we aren't sure if it's the Byeol we know, but the name is exactly the same, so could we possibly see her? If we see her face we'll recognise her immediately," they said.

"She isn't h-home, at the moment," I lied. The woman grabbed my hand gently, "dear, why are you stuttering so much, are you ok?" She asked me, I nodded quickly, pulling away because of the amount of discomfort it caused me.

"But if you give me your number, I could ask her to give you a call," I suggested, finally managing to not fucking stutter like a weak bitch. They wrote their number down on my hand, because neither of us had paper. I bowed as they turned to leave. I closed the door, resting on it with sighs constantly leaving my mouth.

"Why did you lie?" Jungkook asked, he was listening to the whole conversation by the looks of it.

"I had to, I- I'm not ready yet, I couldn't," I let a tear fall down, he looked surprised at it, running to wipe it with his thumb.

"What happened? Why are you suddenly-"

"Shush," I cut him by putting my finger on his lip. I didn't want to talk about it, it would make me cry and looking weak wasn't a hobby of mine.

"Let's eat, I'm hungry," I said, escaping the situation. The maids cooked us food, calling the rest of the boys down to sit with us, I hadn't seen them all day.

"How was the mission kids?" Namjoon asked.

"I mean, Jinyoung's dead, but I wanted to finish the mission nicely," Jungkook said, taking a bite of the food.

"Why? Did something happen?" Jimin questioned.

"Yeah, Jinyoung fucking stabbed Byeol," he replied, hands forming into fists.

"Jungkook you're supposed to keep her safe!" Taehyung screamed, making everyone on the table look at him in confusion.

"Well I saved her, and you've never cared about our secretaries so why are you getting so defensive?" Jungkook asked.

"Because, she's the only bearable secretary we've had. She isn't pestering me for my number or doing the bullshit aegyo the other girls do," Taehyung said, quickly coming up with a defence.

"Girls pester you for your number?" I raised my eyebrow in uncertainty of his statement.

"Of course, have you seen my face? Girls fall on the floor after a single glance," he cockily ran his hands through his hair.

"Did you just, laugh at me?" Taehyung glared, halting my laughter.

"No, who was laughing?" I quickly changed my expression to eat the food. Jungkook nudged me holding in his own laughter too.

"You think I'm more handsome don't you?" He winked.

"I think Jimin's better looking than both of you," I teased him purposely, giving Jungkook a wink back.

"You really prefer our 5cm hyung over me?" He asked disappointedly.

"5cm?"

"It's Jimin's nickname, his pinky's 5cm long," Yoongi chuckled.

"ACTUALLY it's 5.7cm," Jimin corrected them in offence. "Why are we even talking about me?" Jimin questioned.

"It's nothing-"

"Byeol thinks Jimin's the best looking," Jungkook cut me off, sending me a fake smile, this kid is never gonna grow up.

"I think you're mistaken Byeol, my name isn't Jimin, it's Jin."

He stood up, doing a little curtesy, making me chuckle.

"What's that on your hand?" Hoseok asked suspiciously. He's never gonna stop thinking I'm up to something is he.

"It's just a phone number," I replied, realising spending time with these boys made me forget about everything. I tugged on Jungkook's sleeve under the table trying to get his attention.

"Mm?" He hummed in response.

"Can I go for a walk outside? I have something to do," I asked, hoping for a positive answer.

He nodded in response so I got up quickly, excusing myself from the table. I headed outside the gate, just walking down the streets. I felt someone following me, I turned around to see one of Jungkook's guards tailing me from afar.

"I knew he wouldn't trust me that easily," I thought, but it wasn't like I was going to do anything bad. I walked up to a phone booth, dialling the number written on my wrist with shaking hands.

"Hello?" The woman's voice spoke.

"You're a liar," I spat.

"Excuse me?"

"You said that you'd recognise me if you saw me, but you lied and left with dad... again," my voice cracked on the verge of tears.

"It's been a long time... mum."