jungkook pov.

"YOU DID WHAT?" I grabbed the man's neck and threw him against the wall. "How dare you put her in danger?" I was full of an anger I wasn't allowed to feel.

We'd broken up yesterday leaving me with a weird emptiness. When I deceived her and lied it must've been because I didn't love her enough to tell the truth, right? If I truly loved her I wouldn't have been able to lie for so long, to go behind her back and do the one thing she wished me not to do. So why this anger at the thought of her hurt? We're over. Love is over.

"You said she was an enemy," the man who was slowly losing air because of how hard I was choking him said. She is. An enemy. One I need to kill and rid myself of.

"Doesn't matter what I said. How dare you make a decision without asking me? Have you forgotten your place?" I spat, dropping him to the floor, allowing him to breathe. "Would you have let me? If we asked you, would you have let us blow up the CIS building?" The man asked making me pause.

"Exactly," he rolled his eyes.

"You've gone soft Euphoria, a fake year and she's become your weak spot, look at you hesitate to answer." He mocked me, spreading anger in my veins. I had to lie to the men and say I was fake dating Byeol so they wouldn't be on my ass for dating someone of another world, someone who's literal job was to wipe people like us off of the face of the earth. "I paused because my brothers were in there," I lied.

"No you didn't. It's Thursday, you know your brothers have an off day, just admit you feel for her."

"I DO NOT!"

"Prove it."

"I have nothing to prove to you." I shot him square in the face, his blood splattering on my hand. "No one, and I repeat no one orders me," I told the rest of the men in the room.

"You want proof that I couldn't care less about her? Fine, watch me." I stomped out the room and to the room. The room with everything I had found so far on my mum. I have to bring her justice, it's the least I can do for failing to be what she wanted. It's not my fault goodness isn't in me. Not my fault violence is the only thing that brings me peace.

To be honest.

The room was fairly empty.

I gave up along with the others when we closed up the case again, but used it as an excuse to return to being Euphoria. My mother's murder as an excuse to not stop murdering, disgusting I know. The only thing I had was my own memory of the day, but it's been how many years now. How could I possibly remember things vividly? I relied on my memory and her words from that day. No camera evidence, it was all wiped. No touchable physical proof of anything. Just that she was mercilessly stabbed, 7 times. No knife found either.

It was a case with so many loopholes that you could pin it on anyone.

-flashback-

"I'm going to get you that keyboard I promised you, I didn't know you were so interested in playing piano. I like it I like it. My boy using those precious hands to play beautiful things," she said, black hair flying as her eyes twinkled with a million stars settled in them.

-

That's where she was going on the day she died, a fucking music shop because she wanted my hands to play the piano, something so innocent. Those same hands now embedded with an indelible mark of murder. How a trip to a music shop ended so badly I'll never know.

I visited every music shop around the area we used to live in, not a single person saw my mother on that day. So she never really did get to buy that keyboard. Makes you think, maybe it was a sign that my hands were meant for murder, not something beautiful. How dare I have the ability to play the piano? And then use the same hands to take lives. Shameless.

That blast at the CIS marked the start of the war, Byeol must be preparing something huge. I wonder if she'll be able to hurt me, I wonder if a year of a bullshit love would stop her. It wouldn't stop me so it shouldn't stop her. Dating for a year and we didn't have any proper memories together, I was too busy lying and she was busy working for the country. Polar opposites we are. It was never going to work.

-knockknock-

"Fuck off," I cursed as one of my men entered the room. "Sir it's time for the meeting," he told me making me face palm. I had forgotten all about it. There was a dealership with another gang, we were buying weapons whilst selling the other gang drugs. Goddamn addicts. It was hard doing things without the boys, I was smart alright but things like dealing which used to be Jimin hyungs job, or hacking which was Taehyung hyungs job was too much. In general it was just difficult to manage everything. I had people hired but they were all amateurs, just not the same.

I was going to get them back though. My brothers would join me against Byeol, at least some of them would.

I got ready, wearing a navy suit to look professional, act like an angel people start to think you actually fell from heaven. I'm fucking Euphoria. The one and only. People should know to take me seriously. We set off in a black van with me being handed the video from the camera these idiots placed in the CIS building to catch Byeol's reaction. I watched her glare, eyes that used to be full of a now lost love, were dying to rip me apart. No point in explaining it wasn't me who ordered the blast, point is she's probably planning something huge.

I started thinking what I should do to Byeol. I have to hurt her, my men need to know I'm still as I was. Love didn't change a thing, I am still capable of the heartless things I used to do.

Maybe I should stab her.

She's had her fair share of being shot. Or I could break one of her bones, ah but then the fight won't be fun, she'll take like 6 weeks to recover. Maybe give her some brain damage? That's too extreme the wars only begun, OOOO I could cut her hair, that'll really set her off-

"Mr Jeon?" A hand waved in front of me, snapping me out of my absurd thoughts. If someone heard them they'd think I was a psycho, which isn't exactly wrong. "Uh yes yeah what?" I tilted my head, "we're here?" The man replied making me look out the window and realise our whereabouts. The site was near a fake construction site, people would stay out and it was the perfect place for illegal deals like this.

I exited the van, the door being opened for me as I unbuttoned my blazer, making direct eye contact with the other gang. "Long time no see JK, I almost thought you were serious about the whole CIS thing," the man mocked. We weren't friends but weren't exactly enemies either, but I couldn't stand his guts, his name was Vin. "I assume you're on the run now? Your little girl- sorry, ex-girlfriend must be itching to put you behind bars," he continued, he has his ways of finding out everything.

"I'll kill her before she even tries." I replied simply, gesturing my men to give over our bag full of drugs. "Can you? Do you truly think you'll be able to hurt her? I mean it was a recent break up and she was your first love," he spoke again. "You know Vin, I get you wanna talk to me because let's be honest, who doesn't? But I have no time for this chit chat, take your shit, give me my shit, and leave," I glared.

"Easy boy, anyone would think that talking about her still does something to your heart, I don't blame you. Only a day since you've lost her, I understand. Must pain you to know you lost her because you couldn't let go of being a psychotic killer. Was it really such a hard choice? I mean she practically risked becoming a fugitive to the country when she didn't kill you, and you? You chose blood over love, what kind of idiot does that. You didn't deserve her, you should've given her to me I would've enjoyed her-"

In a split second I threw out my gun and pointed it towards him, my action causing both our gangs to be on edge, all of them holding their weapons at the ready.

"Choose your next words very wisely."

I coldly spoke as he chuckled, ordering his men to put down their guns, as my men did the same. I sighed before putting mine back in my pocket, "relax, I'm just saying. Can't blame me for pointing out the obvious. You know, her-"

"Having an appalling taste in men?"

A voice cut him off, coming from above? We all looked up to see a figure gracefully flip off of one of the cranes of the construction site. They relaxed, wearing a smile like a loaded gun, which it was. Black hair flying as her eyes twinkled with a million stars settled in them.

Kim Byeol.

"Hey fellas."