Author's POV

Jungkook joined back in bed after "shutting up" the loan providers. As he proceeds to fall on the bed, still sleepy, Misun jerks him up by pulling his hand preventing him to sleep anymore.

"Why ?" he whined.

"Freshen up and wake yourself up. I have to go to work." said Misun, making him turn towards her and pull her in a hug, not wanting her to go to work on a weekend.

"No.." his voice, childlike, pleaded her, as he simultaneously looked at her with a cute, convincing expression. But, Misun was hard to convince.

"Please Jungkookie. Today is important. Please ?"

"One condition. You'll come to a date with me tomorrow."

"Is that even a condition ? I would love to. Whatever makes you happy."

"Go now, take a bath. I'll prepare some breakfast."

Misun stood up and rushed to the bathroom after checking the time and realizing that she was going to be late, but before that, she didn't forget to kiss her husband's cheek that had him burning with shyness and throwing his hands and legs as a sign that he was electrified by his love's warm touch.

Jungkook's POV

With a huge smile on my face, I looked at her leave to the bathroom. She is so cute- Ehem.

I look outside the window at the pleasing sight, slowly stretching and cracking my joints. I stand up, make up the bed, walk to the cupboard to take out a t-shirt and wear it whilst making my way to the kitchen to make breakfast as promised. Opening the fridge, I find some bread and cheese. Sandwich ? Hell yeah. I pull out a few more ingredients like lettuce, ham, tomatoes, sausages and some eggs to make a wholesome breakfast.

I put two slices of bread into the toaster and start working on washing and cutting up the greens and tomatoes. As I proceed over to prepare the eggs and sausages, my mind drifts away into nostalgia. Those days, when we used to meet by sneaking out of our homes at night, spending evenings together having a Starbucks in hand, the way we whined out our problems to each other after getting drunk. Haha, she looks funny when she is drunk.

Pouring oil into the pan, I crack open the eggs to make some fried eggs and simultaneously lightly cook the scored sausages. After that, I reached over for the cheese and-

"Boo !"

"Yah ! You !"

You probably figured it out. I was so engrossed in making the breakfast that I didn't notice my cupcake walk into the kitchen to scare me. I ran behind her, making it a chase catch competition until the toaster interrupted it. Well, I don't want her to eat burnt bread but...

Damn you, you toaster !

I get back to complete the breakfast task because there is a whole lot more work.

"What are you making today ?"

"What does it look like ?"

"I don't think I know but, I don't care anyway because everything you make is a chef's kiss."

"Uff... I told you I ain't that great. Anyways what's on your to-do list today ?"

"Two review meetings, two inspections, a couple of files and my boss' habit of making me run errands which is quite literal. You ?" she asked while brewing a cup of coffee.

"Don't brew mine. I haven't brushed yet. It'll be cold by the time I'll drink it. Well, today is laundry day, vacuum cleaner day, window cleaning day and since your list for today seems pretty tiring and long, it's 'dinner from me' day as well."

"You could win every week on Mr Househusband."

I placed the dishes in my hand on the dining table and approached her with a mischievous smile on my face. Seems like she was so much aware of my intentions, that she neither flinched nor moved, moreover, she had a mischievous glint in her eyes as well. As my gaze locked with hers, my consciousness was seized by her enthralling beauty, not only out of love but admiration and respect as well. I just wish that our bond would stay immortal, getting stronger every day. Everything that I did was subconscious as if my roguish acts and sincerity were already engraved in me.

Trapping her between my arms as she rested over the kitchen counter, I leaned in, bopping our noses and sharing a small, warm, intimate moment.

"I don't know about Mr Househusband, but I can and do win your heart every morning."

She slightly pushed me away by placing a finger at my chest and what could I do ?! Move away. That's it.

"Idiot."

"Yup ! Your Idiot, drunk in love. Now, go-go and eat. Imma go and sort out the clothes for laundry."

"Ok !" she shouted back as I ran to the laundry area to get the work done. I made sure to check and sort every piece of garment for stray papers or currency or anything that could be hidden here and there-

Tickets ?

To an amusement park ?

Wait a damn minute- Yongma Land ?

Why in the world do her jeans have four tickets to an amusement park ? That too dated last Thursday ?

I looked at the tickets trying to recall going to any carnivals or parks with her and even without her. She might have gone with her friends ? But, she had an inspection that day ? No way, she would have time for an amusement park-

Hadn't it -

"Jungkook ? I am leaving ! Please lock the door."

Damn these tickets. And without a second thought, I shoved them through the pocket of my joggers and rushed to the door. There, a sight of a Misun hurrying to wear her shoes, while struggling to keep the strap of her bag on her shoulder and have her hair behind her ear had me in awe.

"Yo ? I am going." she said, breaking my stance.

I escorted her to the doorstep, gave a peck on her lips and waved a bye whilst seeing her go to work by car. I closed the door, sighing in content and looking around a little messy, empty house that awaited my maintenance. Another thought of those tickets crossed my mind and I placed my hand over the pocket, thinking...

Seems like it's "browsing the net" day as well. 

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Ugh... I am tired. And wow it's past 8. Cleaning all windows took a little longer than I expected. But finally, everything is done. Should we go to browse ? 

I stood up from the sofa, making my way to our bedroom where the computer was. Turning it on, I open naver's search engine and type the amusement park's name. 

Yongma Land.

I read past the reviews and information that I already knew like the timings, ticket fees and even a few articles about how it was closed down, nine years ago, because of low profit business. Until... 

...the last article dated five years back on the page caught my eye. 

A man and a child killed brutally in Yongma Land's restroom. Was this an hint to the Handong serial murders ? Was the same person behind every brutal death ?

I read the entire article, not at all shocked and traumatized by the details, because I had heard about it so many times and how it remains unsolved even after nine years , but this was written in an interesting manner. At the end of the article, another headline dated last Thursday, from the same journalist caught my eye.

A woman's dead body was recovered from Yongma Land. A comeback to the nine year old serial murder ?

I hovered my cursor over the link to click it-

Ding Dong.

Shit.

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An update, a eternity later. But, don't blame me. 🥺 

Blame my exams, the festive season, my assignments and my fever.

And c'mon forgive me. This is like the longest chapter I have ever written. 

So ! Meet you in the next update. Soon. 

(proofreading not done)