"Byeol-ah. Mommy and daddy are going to hide ok? Don't open your eyes until you count to 100."

"Ok! Hide good today, I found you so easily last time."

"Search well Byeol. Don't stop until you find us..."

Their footsteps faded away, as I covered my eyes and counted excitedly.

"97, 98, 99 and 100!"

"I'm coming guys!"

A couple of hours later.

"This game isn't fun anymore... You guys can come out now," I said, breathing heavily.

"Another 2 escaped. What do you think he's gonna do to us today?" A pair of soldiers walking past me shivered in fear. "Who escaped sir?" My 7 year old self bravely questioned the 6ft tall soldiers. They looked down, laughing at my ripped attire, barely sewn together by the help of my dad.

"Speak of the fucking devil, can't believe they left their only daughter behind," one of them spoke, tutting in pity.

"You can't blame them, who wouldn't want to escape North Korea?" The other shrugged. "Watch yourself, if you get caught saying like that he'll behead you and serve you as a meal to the birds," the other slapped the back of his head.

"Oh and you, your parents are gone. They left you behind to escape, they probably thought you'd become a burden. Guess now you can join the other orphans in the factories," they spoke while trying to grab me as if that was a bright side of all this.

"LET ME GO! Why would I go to a place for orphans when my parents are alive?" I screamed, resisting as hard as I could.

"Your parents are alive to you. But to them, you're as good as dead. And that makes you an orphan. Take her!"

"NO-"

I wiped my tears, waking up from that horrid dream drenched in sweat. Not only could I not forget about my past, but my dreams wouldn't let me. I would always have to suffer during my sleep, it felt so real.

Like I was being a burden all over again.

"Oh you're awake?" I heard the maid say, before I could even say anything she ran outside. Shortly after, a knock was heard at the door and a face poked his head through.

"Yoongi?" I thought in confusion, that wasn't a face I expected to see.

"Jungkook told me to check on you once you woke up. Before you ask, yes, he's gone on another mission," he said, practically reading my mind.

"Is it... a dangerous one?" I asked hesitantly. "Nope, he went to find the people who had seen the information on the USB after I tracked them, we can't let any of them stay alive," he replied.

"And you, are you... Ok? Yesterday you kind of, passed out in Jungkook's arms after saying, something," he spoke.

Jungkook was the one who hugged me? Why did it feel like... him? The him who I no longer had the heart to mention. The him who had made the hell that is in the north, into a heaven for me. The him who no longer... Lives.

"My memories were just triggered because of something that man said... I'm completely fine," I said, trying to avoid giving details about my past. "It's fine if you don't wanna talk about it. I'll be going now," he gave a short smile before walking out the door, obviously not really caring in the first place.

I thought back to yesterday, realising how weak hearted I actually was. My wounds never really healed, they bled at the slightest word. Everyone saw the real me... The weak piece of shit that I've pretended not to be.

'Escape North Korea,' they said. 'Life on the other side is better,' they said.

Lies.

I lost him. And lost myself after escaping. I realised how scary the world was, evil wasn't just North Korea, evil was everywhere. In the form of man, in the form of a powerful tsunami with the capability to consume you. To make you do horrible things. I'd done many.

My soul is stained with sins.

*Knock knock*

"Who's there?" I spoke out as a knock interrupted my thoughts. I heard someone cough on the other side. "It's... Me," a familiar voice spoke, opening the door.

"What do you want Taehyung?" I asked coldly, giving him the attitude he'd shown me since the moment I'd arrived in this bloody house.

"You should've showed this rudeness to the pedophile yesterday, what's the point in showing attitude to the person who saved you?" He replied. The room filled with an empty silence.

"I-"

We both spoke in unison, making awkward eye contact.

"You say it first."

"No you."

"It's ladies first."

"That's why I'm asking you to go first."

We both obviously had big egos, not wanting to listen to eachother.

"At the same time?" He suggested, raising his eyebrow, thinking it was a good idea. "Together in 3, 2, 1."

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" I asked, I didn't expect someone like him to apologise in a million years. "I didn't know something like that happened to you, I shouldn't have touched you without consent. Why are you sorry?" He furrowed his eyebrows, more confused than me.

"Like you said, you didn't know anything about me. I feel bad for screaming in your face," I replied.

"Well, this is the nicest I've been in years, bye," he escaped the awkwardness in the atmosphere. He turned around and left as a small smile crept up my lips, realising I was thinking the same thing. I got up and saw a couple of clothes ironed and neatly folded on a chair.

I grabbed a towel and headed towards the showers. Satisfaction only came to me when the water was boiling hot, it felt like I was in hell, and for some reason, that felt amazing. It felt like I was finally where I deserved to be. The things I've done, the things people have made me do, they're unimaginable.

While pouring out some shampoo onto my hand, Jungkook crossed my mind.

I'm in love with him because of the drug, and because of the drug and I can't kill him, which means...

I CAN'T GET MY FUCKING 3MILLION DOLLARS.

I washed my hair more roughly in anger. Oh how I can't wait for this bullshit of a drug to wear off so I can take the life out of that-

"OUCH."

I grabbed my chest in pain, guess I can't even imagine kill- doing anything to him.

I got out and wore this:

I walked out of the toilet with my hair still soaking wet. "Wow," I turned around to see Jungkook leaning against the door frame.

"What?" I asked, throwing the towel on the door. "You look kinda sexy with wet hair," he spoke, his eyes hadn't left me for a second. "I look kinda sexy all the time Mr Euphoria," I winked jokingly.

He handed me a paper to get straight to the point, it was a wedding invitation. I gave him a questionable expression before opening the envelope.

*Dear Mr and Mrs Kim, this wedding won't be complete without your presence, we hope you can attend.

Date: 15th November
Venue: Boulevard hall.

"Who's Mr and Mrs Kim?" I asked as I slipped the invite back into the envelope. He walked out the door, I assumed he wanted me to follow him since he hadn't given me an answer to my question yet. We headed down to the basement. I slightly jumped at the sight of 2 people covered with a cloth completely.

"That's who they are. You and me will be attending the wedding instead of them to find and kill someone," he crossed his arms.

"Are you stupid? If they sent such a specific invitation to them won't they notice if they aren't there? And that 2 strangers are at their wedding?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

"There are over 500 people invited, notice they aren't there my foot. We can just, blend in," he shrugged, walking back out so we wouldn't have to hear the screams, the begs of them pleading to be spared.

"What are you planning on doing with them after?" I asked him, following behind again. "What do you think a mafia does to useless people?" He raised an eyebrow at my seemingly stupid question.

"A mafia will obviously kill them. But, what is Jeon Jungkook going to do to them?" I questioned him curiously, putting him to thought.

"There's no difference," he faked a smile, completely dodging my question while walking away once again. I rolled my eyes, going to the dinner table where all of them were sat.

"Jungkook, why are you so set on going to that wedding? Do you want to instigate Yong?" Jin asked him. "Who said he has anything to do with the mission? I'm just trying to kill someone who's seen our info," Jungkook replied.

"So no ones gonna explain anything to me?" I spoke, it's like they half-ass everything they say and leave it up to my brain to figure out the rest.

"Yong is Jungkook's cousin, but they're enemies who belong to different gangs. They would've killed eachother by now if it wasn't for Yong's father, who won't let him lay a finger on Jungkook unless Jungkook harms him first, and we all know Kook isn't stupid enough to do that," Namjoon explained.

"Yong's allies with the people who are having the wedding. He'll very obviously get mad but our Jungkook here doesn't care," Yoongi finished.

"So if Jungkook harms him, this Yong guy can do anything he wants? But why can't Jungkook just fight back-"

"Yong's dad raised him when Jungkook had no one else. He took care of him and put him into safety, Jungkook shouldn't, and has no right to fight against that man's only son," Taehyung said, cutting me off.

"Can we stop talking about that bullshit of a person? In the end he's just jealous his dad cares about my life," Jungkook spoke, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"In the end Yong is still his son, and your uncle is powerful enough to have you killed in a matter of seconds if you lay a finger on him. Be careful kid," Jimin spoke, twisting Jungkook's ear playfully.

"Completely correct."

All our heads turned towards the unfamiliar voice. "What are you doing here?" Jungkook got up immediately, not so fond of the presence of this person.

"That's no way to greet your cousin is it?" The man mockingly spoke, putting his hands in his pocket.

"Who," I muttered under my breath, Jungkook beside me gritted his teeth while mumbling. "Lee Taeyong."

"Long time no see cuzzy."