Byeol POV

When my gun ran out of ammo I knew the only option was to fight with my bare hands, and that wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't gotten stabbed a couple days prior.

The bandage around my stomach was more than visible, they purposely attacked the sensitive area. Just when I thought everything was fine with only one person from that gang left standing, that man swung a powerful punch right to the wound.

"Fucking bitch," I cursed, clearly in a lot of pain since I could feel the stitches open up. He took that as an opportunity to grab me and strangle me on the floor, I tried to get Jungkook's attention who had his back facing me.

I watched him fight the other men not noticing me yet. Maybe he didn't have the smartest brains, but when it came to fighting and taking action, he was definitely one the best I've ever seen.

After finishing up with the other man he was fighting, he finally turned around to see me. He shot the man dead and at last I could breathe.

"That was a cool line wasn't it," Jungkook chuckled, helping me off the floor. "Yeah yeah you were so cool," I reassured him sarcastically. We walked towards our poor car with a busted wheel.

"How far are we from the house?" I asked.

"Not that far, like, a 20 minute walk?" He estimated before we began the journey home. I treaded slowly because I knew the wound was full of blood due to being opened up again.

"Why are you limping?" Jungkook asked, finally noticing how slow I was walking. He looked down to see blood drip down my stomach since my jacket hadn't covered it very well. He stood in front of me and lowered himself.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Get on my back, do it willingly or I'll force you on," he said, I hesitated before jumping onto his back.

I heard him groan so I quickly got off.

"I'm heavy, leave it," I cleared my throat, pretty embarrassed that me getting on his back gave him physical pain.

"You're not heavy," he spoke, trying not to laugh.

"Why did you groan when I got on then?" I asked.

"When me and Jinyoung fought the other day, he gave me a bruise on my back, and your hand squeezed it, dumbass," he shook his head, bending down once again so I could get back on. We continued walking towards the house slowly.

"You've got to eat more, I can't afford to have a weak partner, and you're fairly weak my love," he tutted, "when did I go from your secretary to your partner? Is this promotion?" I sarcastically responded. "I mean you were a shitty secretary so I didn't have much of a choice but to change your role," he shrugged.

"HEY I was a bloody great secretary, do you know how difficult it is to sort that many files?" I snapped, quite offended. "That was your only job and you're still complaining?" He teased, making me throw a small punch on his back, purposely on the place I knew he had a bruise.

"Byeol, it hurts!" He complained.

"What do you mean? I'm wEaK," I imitated him innocently.

We finally reached the house after the time that probably felt like hours to Jungkook having to carry me all that way.

The boys were still up in the planning room, we had guessed that they hadn't eaten, so we had the maids cook food that would later be sent up to them. I met the personal doctor that Jungkook had arranged, he fixed my stitches and changed my bandages to a clean one. Once I was done I headed back, I went inside to see them all looking tired.

"Did you find out anything new?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah, we got a sketch of him," Jimin spoke, Jungkook eyes lit up like they never had before, quickly taking the paper off of him.

"I thought you actually figured out what he looked like," Jungkook complained.

"Even his co workers have never seen his face, and we aren't magic Jungkook, we won't be able to find out so quickly," Jimin replied.

"I still don't see why it can't be a woman, those eyes could belong to a female too you know, maybe she just has a manly physique, don't judge kids." I spoke, taking a seat on a chair nearby, they didn't even say anything, their sighs just filled the room, not taking me seriously.

"Feminists these days," Jin shook his head.

We continued to talk about how it would be unlikely to find the agent if no one had ever survived to tell the story of how they looked.

"I mean there is one person who's come face to face with Agent 001 without dying," Yoongi muttered, making me quickly walk over to him in curiosity.

"Lee Taeyong. The CIS were after him for a while after they found out he was the heir to such a huge mafia. Agent 001 got to him, and although he didn't manage to kill Yong, the damage he had already done to Yong, made him land into hospital for over 4 months," he replied.

"But if Agent 001 is so powerful how come they didn't kill Taeyong?" I asked.

"According to Taeyong, while they were fighting, 2 gunshots went off outside and the agent ran. I'm guessing it was code for something, but god knows what really went down that day," Taehyung said.

"But after that day, Taeyong stopped with the crime, I mean he's still a dickhead and all, but him and his men would cause a riot every where they went, he doesn't do that anymore, he's just secretive about everything he does," Jungkook spoke.

*knock knock*

"Come in," they said. The door opened to reveal maids with plates full of food, making the boys drool. They all ran for the food, really hungry. I excused myself out the room, not having an appetite. I wondered around the house to stumble into a piano room, it was probably the most normal room they had in the entire house.

For fun I sat down to play, although I was more than just bad at playing it. A chuckle escaped my lips as the wind from the open window blew my hair off my face.

*click*

I heard the sound of a camera as a flash came from a creak open in the door. Jungkook revealed himself with his camera that he seemed to always have, from the time we went to the wedding, to the mall, it was always with him.

"Seems like someone's interested in music," he spoke, walking towards me.

"Seems like someone's interested in me," I teased, trying to grab the camera off of him, he held it up high to his advantage, not letting me reach it. I sat back down onto the chair in front of the piano, giving up. Bored, I tried to play again.

"You've got it all wrong Byeol. Look, this is how you do it."

I froze as the warmth of his hands filled my body, he helped my hands play a beautiful melody, which he started to hum to soon after. It was like candy to the ears, it was so sweet.

"I think you've got the hang of it now," he spoke, letting go, as soon as his hands detached from mine I felt sort of, empty, like someone had given me the world and taken it from me just moments after. He sat by my side, playing his own song, his quiet singing got louder eventually. A smile naturally built itself on my lips listening to him. It was crazy how one person could fill me with so many feelings, crazy how a person could feel like home.

How ironic that a mafia who's hands have always held guns, could also know how to use those hands the play something so beautiful.

The song seemed to come to an end, as me and Jungkook finally looked at each other. It was neverending, that'd what we wished it to be deep down, eternal. Neither of us wanted to break the eye contact, it was all so nerve-wrecking.

He seemed to be leaning closer, staring deeply inside my eyes. Feeling too guilty, I couldn't let him kiss me, even though I knew I wanted exactly what he did.

"Do you like me?" I asked, snapping him out of what he wanted to do. He sat back into his original position.

"Maybe," he replied, avoiding a proper answer. "But I thought you despised love, isn't it just a lie to you?" I raised an eyebrow, "this isn't love, it's time pass," he chuckled.

"I'm time pass? That's right, you gave me that drug in the first place because you were bored, how could I forget I was nothing more than a token for your entertainment," I scoffed. "That's not what I meant-"

"That's exactly what you meant, so if I mean such little to you, don't act like this. Don't act so kind because I haven't forgotten the fact that you're a murderous psychopath and this kindness you show towards me feels like a mere act. Don't be so likeable, stop acting like Jeon Jungkook and act like Euphoria, because at least then, at least then it'll be easier to hate you," I let out a hitched breath.

"Why do you want to hate me?" He questioned.

"Because, even underneath the effects of this drug I've begun to be fond of you, this likeness towards you is growing, and it needs to be stopped. Because I'll start loving you for real, and if that happens," I paused.

"If that happens?"

"Then history would have to repeat itself."