3rd persons pov.

"You're literally the worst driver ever, they're probably already done with what they needed to do," Taehyung complained to Jin who was driving.

"It's not my fault I can't see properly, I told you to get the wiper fixed, the rain is all I can see, if I drive faster than this we'll all die." Jin replied, trying his best to keep up the speed of the van. Once they arrived they ran all the way to the top, expecting them to be there.

"We're here- oh no," Namjoon cut himself off, letting out a slight gasp at the horror lying in front of him. The rain poured down on an emotionless Jungkook holding a lifeless Byeol.

Taeyong and Mr Lee were still present, unable to move. The scream Jungkook had let out just moments prior to the boys' arrival, was so excruciating, so heartbreaking, that the father and son pair felt obligated to stay.

Their presence confused the boys but they later realised that the unknown number who they had thought to be someone extremely powerful, was actually just Jungkook's very jealous 'cousin.'

"Taeyong follow me home right this instant," Mr Lee ordered, leaving the scene with his son, feeling they shouldn't be there. Jimin quickly ran to the lovers, reaching for Byeol's wrist.

"She still has a pulse, it's weak but she has a chance, we need to take her to the hospital NOW," Jimin said. The boys were so busy carefully picking up Byeol's petite body, that Yoongi was the only one who managed to notice Jungkook looking like he forgot how to breathe.

"She'll be fine-"

Yoongi's words were cut off by his younger walking past him, ignoring him with no facial expression whatsoever.

Jungkook walked down with the boys to the van and sat in the very back seat. "How's he holding up?" Hoseok whispered to Yoongi who sighed while shrugging, concerned about his brother's condition.

"He hasn't said a word," he replied. They drove to a hospital as fast as they could, quickly carrying her in. The doctors immediately put her in a hospital bed and pushed her into the ER.

"The doctors will do their best," Taehyung attempted to rest his arm on Jungkook's shoulder, but without a word Jungkook roughly brushed his arm off, not in the mood for socialising in the slightest as he headed off to the toilets.

"I haven't seen him like that since..."

"Since his mum passed away."

The boys were really worried about him. Jungkook wasn't the type to catch feelings, or date, or get attached to anyone other than the boys who he considered his own brothers even if not by blood. The only woman he ever loved was his mother, and she left the world far too early. He would always tell them love was horrible, about how it's the true villain in every story. But underneath it all, underneath this veil of coldness, the only person he was truly trying to convince, was himself.

In honesty he was scared.

Scared that anyone he loved would leave him just like his mother did. And this fear let him go his entire life without loving, quite miserable, but he kept his heart safe from pain. And alas, he let himself have a chance at happiness, what a fool, he had to watch that chance be revoked from him the moment he attained it.

Jungkook returned from the toilets, dropping onto the floor tiredly. The doctors came out the room with sullen faces, heads dropping down lower by the second.

"Time of death, 7:13pm KST 6th May."

Taeyong POV

It had been 2 days since I did what I did. Jungkook had been called to see my dad at his work complex, my own dad was worried about him, instead of thinking what the fuck Jungkook might do to me.

I stood confidently at the door where Jungkook entered alone, when he moved his hand I immediately moved to the side in attempt to dodge what I thought would be a punch. But I ended up getting embarrassed after I realised he was only trying to take off his shoes before entering.

"What the fuck," I thought, he walked past me like I didn't even exist, stone faced like he didn't have the ability to show expression.

I followed him up to my dads office, leaning against the door frame to hear their conversation. "You called," Jungkook spoke, it sounded like he hadn't said a word in days hearing how hoarse his voice had gone.

"I just wanted to check if you were doing fine. I'm sorry for what that fool of my son did," my dad apologised. He didn't reply, he just stood there with a cold face.

"I'll take my leave now."

He slightly bowed his head, leaving the room, not acknowledging my existence. He's so calm, so unlike him, it's scary. He's bloody Euphoria. He spent some time with some girl and what? The psycho in him magically disappeared? Bullshit I tell you, it's pretence, he thinks I'll let down my guard, sure as hell I won't fall for that act.

"Dad did you see his eyes? You need to listen to me, Jungkook's going to kill me, you should order our men to kill him-"

*slap*

"Sometimes I get ashamed that you're my son. You just killed the girl he loved and you think you'll even be on his mind? I'm not ordering my men to do anything. I don't know what the people at the CIS taught you, but stop it, we may be mafias, but we're most definitely not monsters," my father replied.

I grabbed my cheek in anger, feeling it sting. Of course I wanted protection, I knew how much Byeol meant to Jungkook, and that bullet didn't hit her just anywhere, it went straight through her heart. Jungkook was gonna go fucking crazy soon, a full on beast and I'd be killed.

"I'm sorry but I didn't ask to be alive, I didn't ask to be your son, believe me I wish everyday that Jungkook was your blood instead of me. Because at least then, you'd be happy," I looked down, trying to make my dad feel guilty.

"Why don't you understand what I'm trying to say instead of trying to emotionally blackmail me?" He tilted his head, spotting the intention of my words because of how well he knew me.

"What is there to understand? We both know how powerful Jungkook is, I'm just trying to stay alive for fuck sake. That night, when she died, I looked into his eyes for a split second, and saw nothing but death. My death," I spat.

"He doesn't want to do anything right now, looking at his face, hearing his voice. Don't you get it? The day you killed that girl."

"He died with her."

His words ran deep, but Mr Choi had always taught me to never feel sympathy, or else it'd make me weak. And I can't be weak, not while Jungkook could be planning to kill me.

"If you're so scared of being killed, take one of my hideouts, leave him alone and just vanish."

Jungkook POV

My brother's had eyes on the CIS' actions, they knew that they'd be going crazy after the death of the chairman. We had bought a hidden house in the middle of the woods where we set up all the equipment we had in the old house.

It wasn't hard to notice Taeyong's men purposely getting in my way to try and instigate me into fighting them. And I would, but it seems I can't.

Sometimes I think, enough is enough, Byeol would want me to fight and not stand for such bullshit. But then flashbacks of her running into my embrace play in my head like a movie, making me weak and unable to do anything.

Taeyong himself had gone into hiding, absolutely no one knew of his whereabouts.

We hadn't even held a funeral yet because the doctors said they needed the body for a bit longer for medical purposes, but the doctor who operated on Byeol that day, Dr Byun I think his name was, contacted me today and asked to see all of us.

I wore a full black suit, and had already dyed my hair back to it's natural dark brown colour.

"I guess you look, ok."

I smiled remembering Byeol's words when she saw my dyed her for the first time, the way she tried her best not to compliment me while she was flustered. I would've taken more pictures if I knew our time together would've been so short. Losing her turned my entire world upside down, leaving me hanging on barely with the will to continue holding on decreasing, day by day.

Me and my brother's went to the hospital morgue together, we had made a distraction for the CIS to think we were somewhere else, so today, at least today, would be peaceful.

"We're here to collect the body of a deceased friend. Kim Byeol." Jin hyung said to the receptionist. I stood right at the back with my head down, still not wanting to speak a word unless necessary.

She showed us the way to a room where we met Dr Byun. "Oh right, I almost forgot I had called you," he greeted us with a slight bow.

"So where exactly is, her body being kept?" Taehyung asked, struggling to say the words.

"Actually, that was what I called you guys here for, we've been encountered with, a problem."

I looked up finally and made eye contact with the doctor, waiting for him to say what he wanted to, wondering how much worse my life could get. He sighed, looking like he was thinking of how to say what he wanted to. "She's sort of, kind of,"

"Missing."