"You know, my life is so fucked up I would've believed you if your breath didn't stink of weed, are you seriously high right now?" She asked him in disbelief.

She had frozen momentarily when he'd uttered those words, both of us had. But then we came to the realisation of how he was purposely trying to mess with our heads. He bursted into laughter, "you should've seen the look on your faces!" He held his stomach in pain from how hard he was laughing which aggravated me.

I once again gripped his throat, lifting him off his feet as he struggled to breathe. "You seem to find this awfully entertaining, and it's ticking me off, it's giving me devilish thoughts," I cracked my neck, enjoying his face changing colours as it lost oxygen.

"Jungkook that's enough," I was pulled back by Byeol before the man fell to the floor, coughing painfully. "There's no point in threatening him, he won't give up a slight clue let alone a clear description of what happened that day. That's why we threaten his lover, Mrs Lim I can hear your heavy breathing from up the stairs, now be a darling and come down here before I drag you by your second hand cheap wig," Byeol smiled, looking up the stairs to see a woman timidly walk down.

"No, no not her," the man suddenly felt fear, "sobered up have you?" I rolled my eyes, walking towards his wife. "I have a newly sharpened knife in my pocket, and I'm very tempted to use it on your lovely wife. You have 2 options, tell me whatever you know about that day, or watch me gut your wife. I'd prefer the latter, but let's be fair I think you'd wanna keep your woman alive," I said making him look at me questionably.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He had sass in his tone as if he didn't have to look at THAT in the mirror every morning. "Well look at yourself, I don't- I really don't think you'll find anyone else," I scrunched my nose mockingly. "Anyways back to the point," I faced his wife with a smile, "it really is quite sad that not only have you married a moron but that your fate lies in his hands, I'm truly sorry but there's no other way," I patted her on the shoulder as if that'd change absolutely anything.

"TELL THEM EVERYTHING!" She yelled, already scared although I hadn't started my torturing yet. I pulled out the knife, it was disguised as a pen and the blade would open at the click. I admired it's sharpness, "look how pretty it is," I turned around to show it off to Byeol who sat on the sofa yawning.

"Can we go home now?" She asked, rubbing her eyes in boredom, I decided I'd have to spice things up. I gripped the knife, dragging it gently down the woman's face as she quaked under my control. "Honey, please just tell them everything, no amount of money can amount to our love right?" She said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than her husband.

"Y-yah, Euphoria, knives? Really? I mean c'mon that's not even your thing," the man stuttered, "you're right," I said, making both of them release a sigh of relief. "It's her's."

I threw the knife at Byeol who caught it thanks to her fast reflex, she slightly tilted her head, grinning at the enjoyment she was about to get out of the upcoming events. She got up, walking towards the husband, "should I throw it and demonstrate my perfect aim or just, go to her and stab her again and again? We're respectful out here, the choice is yours," she smiled.

"You wouldn't,"

"Should we test that out?" She strolled towards the wife, I moved out the way, grandly gesturing her to come forward. She dramatically cracked her fingers, trying to build fear in both their hearts, then her hand ran to drive the knife into the woman's heart.

"CLEVELAND AVENUE! That's where the person you're looking for lives, the murderer," the man blurted, the knife pausing 2cm away from the woman's chest. Byeol chuckled, clicking the pen as the knife went back in.

"Now was that really so hard?"

Hearing the address, the actual fucking place where the murderer of my mother resided, it turned my legs into jelly. She would finally get closure. My years of being Euphoria, being a psychopathic killer, wouldn't be meaningless.

"Let's go," I tried to grab Byeol's wrist and leave impatiently but she resisted. "You're just going to let this one go?" She furrowed her eyebrows, "Jungkook haven't you noticed? He has no burn scars," she pointed out.

"His entire shop was blown to bits yet not a single scar of it is on his body, he knew what was going to happen, he was part of the murder. Get your revenge, I'm not going to stop you," she told me, making me glare at the man. The way I slowly headed towards him, the way my cold aura oozed off of me was enough to make him shit himself.

"That was my mother you son of a bitch," I punched him so hard across the face one of his teeth chipped. "I apologise, I must've given you some awful memories so I feel slightly obligated to warn you of the impending... boom," he uttered a split second before chaos struck.

byeol pov.

Screams.

Inside my head.

I grabbed my head in pain, but it wasn't pain given from the blast. It was internal, it was the pain of memories. An excruciating yell of pure torture escaped the gap in my lips. While the others struggled underneath the rubble, I cried out in my own agony.

"Byeol! Are you ok?" Jungkook managed to make it to me even with all the obstacles. "I'm so sorry," words released from my mouth naturally, confusing him. "If you're ok, we have to go," he helped me up. We'd both been lucky with the positioning of our stances when the missile hit, minor wounds were all we received.

"Someone must've known we were coming here, the man was just stalling time for the missile to arrive," he spoke, his words going through one ear and out the other. As per usual, I was stuck in my thoughts, but what was different this time was the fact that I knew there was no coming out.

I sat in the drivers seat, putting in the location we were given by the man into the GPS. "I called Taehyung hyung, if anyone knows my hatred for that murderer it's him, he'd wanna be there." Jungkook uttered as I began to drive.

Gosh. What am I gonna do? What's going to happen to me? How do I explain anything? How can I apologise-

"BYEOL THE TRUCK!"

Jungkook suddenly put his hand over mine, quickly steering the wheel away from the huge vehicle I didn't even notice coming. "And you call me a bad driver," he tutted as I couldn't even manage to say anything. I kept driving till I reached the destination, Jungkook was jumpy, quite hyper.

As he should be I mean, finding his mum's killer after all these years? Must be a relieving feeling.

He barged inside the door, veins rushing with adrenaline. "You fucking murderer," he spat, surprising a man who was casually watching television in his house. "Jeon Jungkook I presume? Gosh I've been waiting for this day," he replied, switching off the t.v as I was attentive to his every move.

"You have? I have. I became a person my mother would have DESPISED, because I didn't see any other way. 8 years of searching for closure and now we'll finally get it. But before I send you to the depths of hell, tell me. Why?"

Jungkook's ability to keep his stance, to breathe out all the deadly ways to take the life out of that man, was an improvement. "I was paid a fairly good amount, she was a single woman, it really was such a simple task and with the amount of money offered, I didn't bother to ask why. She escaped death once, bitch should've blown up with that music shop. I had no choice but to get my hands dirty, I stabbed her over, and over again."

*smack*

Well deserved.

I took a step back as I watched Jungkook practically leap on top of the man, beating him blue. I closed my eyes, biting my tongue to keep my mouth shut. I could hear the groans of the man nearing his death.

"STOP GOSH PLEASE STOP."

I screamed, bursting out into tears of guilt. Jungkook's blood shot eyes of anger paused hearing my voice, turning around in confusion. "You promised you'd let me get my revenge," he said breathlessly.

"Jungkook. I understand that you're happy to get your mum justice but please don't let that happiness blind you. Don't ignore what I know you've noticed too, something that changes everything. My love that man is left handed." I smiled sadly with the information I had to spew, killing that man wouldn't give any real closure if he wasn't the actual killer.

"What does the hand he use change anything? He's literally admitted to killing my mum Byeol," Jungkook's voice cracked slightly, he was on the verge of tears and you could tell he was trying to turn the sadness into anger.

"I've seen the pictures of your mother's body, I've seen the shape of the stab wounds Jungkook. If the killer was left handed the angles of the cuts would be completely different," I explained to him as he lost it, punching the floor so hard he left a dent in the wood.

"THEN WHO IS IT BYEOL? WHO DO I TAKE MY ANGER OUT ON? HOW DO I GO ON WITH LIFE KNOWING THERE'S NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT I'VE DONE...? There's only so much hurt a man can take," he let a tear slip out, and that was the last straw. My life really is the fucking worst.

I clasped my hands together respectfully before going down into a full bow. "W-what are you doing?" Jungkook immediately knelt down with me, seeing my impassive expression as I lifted my head. "You wanted to know who killed your mum didn't you?"

"Well yeah of course-"

"You wanted to kill them didn't you?"

"Yeah,"

"Then loosen up your body my love, get ready to take a life."

"Who's life? Who killed her?"

"I did."