Yoo Ri's P.O.V

"He'll be back to normal soon... Right?" I asked Jungkook, and he looked at Jimin who was stoning in his room.

The room for a person who has gone insane.

Jungkook sighed, then shrugged.

"I don't know if I'll forgive my parents for doing this to Jimin..." I softly said, then shrugged slightly, folding my hands across my chest.

And I heard a loud gulp from Jungkook.

I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, curious.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He shook his head, then looked down.

Maybe it was just nothing.

"Mdm Kwon should be here soon, right?" I asked, and Jungkook looked down.

"I... I don't think so." He stuttered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He looked up at me, his eyes showed pain.

"She isn't working for you anymore. She's... Sort of fired." Jungkook said, then stood up straight.

"Did my parents fire her? Why?" I scrunched my eyebrows together.

Jungkook sighed once again.

Something was bothering him.

"Yoo Ri..." Jungkook started, "Can you promise me not to cry after I talk to you about what I'm gonna say next."

That question made me curious. Crazy curious.

"Promise," I said, "No matter what."

"You sure?" He asked, and I nodded confidently.

I thought it was simple and easy.

Turns out I was wrong.

"Your parents are dead."

A day later

"Once you have checked everything and it's all in order, you can sign here and then here." The lawyer said, showing me a bunch of forms.

We were in the middle of the funeral for my parents.

And the lawyer had to come at this timing.

It was how I was inheriting all my parents money.

All their filthy money.

Jungkook who was next to me patted my shoulder.

I sighed, but eventually took the pen into my hands.

That's alot of money.

Probably more than enough to keep me alive forever.

I signed on the blanks where I was told to, and the lawyer faintly smiled.

Jungkook held me closer to him, comforting me once again, because he knew that I was about to burst into tears for the 10th time today.

"It's alright. I'm still here for you." He whispered into my ears as I tried to keep my tears in.

(SKIP)

"Thank you for taking your time out..." I told Hyunwoo, who just came from his work.

He shook his head and smiled, "I know it means alot to you."

Hyunwoo brought a bouquet of flowers, and he walked to the pile.

Slowly.

I followed him, and he kneeled down.

"I would have never forgiven you all if it weren't for Yoo Ri..." He muttered under his breath, before putting the flowers down.

He didn't know I was listening.

But what did he mean...?

I stared at him from a distance, wondering. What was his relation to my parents?

Or, what did they do to him?

"Hey."

I jumped as soon as I heard that voice.

"Calm down, it's just me." Jungkook chuckled, smiling, "What were you staring at?"

I looked at Hyunwoo, and sighed.

I thought he had told me all his secrets...

"Him." I blatantly said.

Jungkook frowned slightly when he realised that I was staring at Hyunwoo.

"Just because I might have just found out something I wasn't meant to know." I continued, and Jungkook sighed.

"Anyways, your brother is finally back. He just came." Jungkook said and my eyes widened.

He's finally back from the US.

He was in the United States for work, but he instantly got a plane back when he found out what happened.

I looked across Jungkook's shoulders and saw Hoseok walking, his face was expressionless.

He was in a black suit, slowly making his way to the front.

I instantly went to him, and once he saw me his hands opened up for a hug.

So I ran towards him, and wrapped my arms around him like a koala bear.

His eyes were glimmering, because of the tears that were forming.

Even though he didn't have much memories with our parents, they're still his parents.

Just there, we had a sibling moment, just holding each other and sobbing quietly.

(SKIP)

"They would've already been caught. And they would have been sent to life sentence. There would be no difference." The policeman said, "So tell me, what do you know?"

I rolled my eyes once again.

There were 3 cases going on.

1, why Jimin was put in a situatuon like that.

2, who and how my parents died.

3, the business my parents had.

I didn't know anything at all. The police thought that I would've known.

"Okay, fine." The policeman said, "Are there any other relatives you know of that may know about these cases?"

I looked down, not wanting to say anything.

Hoseok. I'm sure he knew.

"Nope. Can't remember anything." I said.

The police knew about how I was brought up, so they believed me.

"Okay, for now you can go until we contact you again. Thank you Miss Jung." The man said, and I stood up, slightly bowing.

And I left the room, where Jungkook was waiting for me.

The first thing he asked, "What did they ask?"

I shrugged, "Just if I knew anything about my parents."

He nodded, and we continued to walk out.

What can I do now?

Everything is a mess.

Once we were out, I took a deep breath.

"Where do you want to go now?" Jungkook asked.

I looked at him, slightly upset.

"Jungkook-ah, you know you don't have to do this, right?" I said, and he looked at me, confused, "You don't have to spend so much time with me. I can cope."

When he figured out what I meant, he shook his head.

"I'm not here because I feel bad. You need to know that I'm here because I want to and not because I have to. And you know exactly why, I want to." Jungkook sternly said, looking straight into my eyes and not looking away.

I was the first one to break the eye contact, because I knew the more I looked, the more I would feel flustered, and fall for his charm.

And that wasn't what I wanted at the moment.

It was the wrong time to fall in love.

My parents are dead.

And I don't know why.

Worst thing is that, it could be Jimin who did it.

The man I used to be head over heels for.

Yet, how can I blame him? My parents caused him misery.

But, that doesn't mean he can go to the extent of getting rid of them.

And, after all, he's a man I used to love, so I obviously will always have a soft spot for him. You will never forget your first love. It's a fact that I never wanted to face.

He's still in the hospital, one which I've never been to before because it's so high tech and it's linked to a science laboratory.

This was because only the most unusual and supernatural happenings are reported there.

I felt so bad, knowing that everything is possibly caused by me.

"Hello? Yoo Ri?" Jungkook tried to get my attention.

Finally I was snapped back into reality.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

Then he realised, my lips were quivering and my eyes formed a layer of glimmer.

He's expression turned soft, and he frowned.

"Oh no, don't cry, you're gonna make me want to too." Jungkook said and he pulled me into his embrace.

What I loved about him was that he would do anything to cheer me up.

The tears came out, and my sobs became louder and louder.

How can I stop now?

My hands formed into a fist onto his back as I clinged onto him tightly.

"Shh... It'll all be okay soon. After this, we can go get ice cream. And then I'll spoil you with new clothes, even if you don't want to. Because I know you'll still end up loving them." Jungkook tried to joke around, and I couldn't help but smile a little.

He patted my back and cooed me more, until my sobs became softer and softer.

I couldn't stop thinking about how I lost so many people. My parents.

And of course, Jimin. The Jimin I knew is gone.

"Please. Don't go." I muttered, my head digging into his chest.

It was just, so natural for me to want to say that.

I knew I needed him at the moment.

He caressed my head softly, and nodded.

"I won't. Trust me, I'll always be with you." Jungkook said, and I held him tighter.

"If you don't stop in the next minute, I might actually cry with you. I don't want to see you crying. It really, hurts me." He softly said into my ear, and I quickly loosened my grip on his shirt.

I broke the hug, and wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but Jungkook stopped me.

"Don't stain your hands." Jungkook pouted, before bringing out a napkin from his pocket.

A boy thing, they always bring around a napkin.

Before I could take his napkin, he wiped my tears for me instead.

There and then, I smiled at him, showing him that I really was thankful.

"There, you look better now." He chuckled.

I hate to say it, but,

I can't stop thinking about the real Jimin.

Thoughts of him still stayed in my head.

Thoughts of how well he used to treat me, was still in my head.

"Thank you," I said, looking down, "I don't know what I'll be doing now if it weren't for you."

I would've fell on my own.

And would've never been able to stand up again.

He saved me from when I was falling.

(Anyways, book 2 may end soon because I've thought of a book 3)