⚠️ Warning : This chapter might contain scenes or words which might be triggering for certain readers. Please read with caution.⚠️

(A/n : Please turn on dark mode to experience the chapter even better. Play the above music video to enjoy the vibes.)

11 years later :

" Have you been well father?"

Jimin sat down on the chair beside his father's bed. He had been out of the country for almost a decade.

The once adorable kid had turned into a fine and dashing young man. He wore his coat and had several rings. His hair was parted in the latest style. His expensive cologne could be speak about his sense of class. His chiseled features and well built figure made him stand out wherever he went.

His father kept quiet as he looked towards the window's direction. He had been paralysed the year his wife died. Jimin left for England to study after a few months.

(A/n: *whisper* Karma dude.)

" I guess you won't speak to me. Anyway take your medicines on time. Your arrogance has reached its peak as it seems."

" Who do you think you are raising your voice at? Do you know me? " attacked his father.

" It's you obviously. I hope you don't have amnesia or something. I remember you but you don't seem to remember yourself."

His father looked at him in disbelief.

" You are not even my biological son you fool. "

" Huh? How many times do you need to remind me that I really am not your child? I would have been glad if I were not yours, you monster. "

" Park Jimin!"

" Please. But it's not the truth anyway. I have already gone through a DNA test. "

His father quietened down. He understood that arguing with him won't take him anywhere. His behaviour towards him had changed. He was not that frightened and respectful child anymore. He had the audacity to raise his voice against him.

Jimin left the room. The corpse bride ,Saia was not found after his mother died. Only the news of girls dying surfaced. She was taking away their beauty to change herself.

He had ran away to be honest. He didn't want to risk himself by staying here. His eyesight wasn't that great too. He had to take glasses.

(A/n : Let me remind you how good Jimin looks with glasses

Let's get back to the topic.)

" Young Master!" exclaimed Nancy , now an old woman. She still worked for his house.

Jimin bowed. He still had not forgotten how she took money to forget about the incident. It burned in his heart still now.

" How big you have gotten! Oh my.... Why are you so thin? Have you been well? Do you want something to eat? Should I go make something?" She showered him with questions.

"No." He replied and went towards the garden.

" He must still be angry with me. He's still that angry guy. I hope he changes his mind."Nancy muttered to herself." I haven't done anything wrong. It's tough for me to live a servant's life."

Jimin strolled in the garden. It had been a really long time since he enjoyed being in the open air. It felt a little stuffy here though. It must because he was surrounded with people he hated from the bottom of his heart. He plucked some flowers from the bushes.

Red roses that were redder than blood. He picked a couple of them. He was going to visit his mother.

He missed her. Like a dutiful son , he set out to meet her since he had completed his studies. She must be proud of him. He had accomplished what she wanted. He made sure to pack his certificate.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky.

(A/n: The sun never shows its face in a horror movie. It annoys me you know. It's either raining all day or the weather is far from being called nice.)

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Jimin was plucking out the weeds and other useless mosses that had covered his mother's grave. He cleaned the stone with his handkerchief. He carefully placed the roses on the grave. Getting up he closed his eyes and prayed.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin was greeted by whirls of smoke.

" What is this!" He exclaimed as he coughed a little.

A lady in black stood beside him smoking her cigarette. She had an unique appearance. Her brown hair was free. She had a beret on her head. Her lace dress was shorter than the usual length.

Her eyes were fascinating. It seemed like one could drown into them. She had red lipstick on and it didn't look like she was mourning.

" Seems like that this abandoned grave has someone as a visiter. Interesting. " She replied as she took the cigarette in her mouth and let out the smoke again.

Seeing him cough , she smirked and threw away the cigarette after putting it off.

" Haven't seen you around. Who are you ?"

" Shouldn't I be asking that?" questioned Jimin raising his eyes.

" Miranda Miller. Nice to meet you..... Mr. Park Jimin!"

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