1981

Vengeance.

It was pure vengeance directed towards the dragon eyed man who seemed to be the concrete cause for the endless nightmares that left Jungkook pondering with many questions.

His face was creased with tiny lines running from one end of his forehead to the other, accentuating the inner battles and stress he wished to eradicate. With lips puckered, his breathing became erratic and unstable, his chest rising up and down.

All this thoughts had moulded with his overpowering emotions now. It never seemed to leave him, instead, morphed with his vulnerability and the unverbalized voices in his heart.

When you get what you want but not what you need,

He had everything, yet nothing. It was as though everything was destined; yet it was not his destiny. He had everything what he wanted, yet nothing he needed. He needed a heart, for his was broken.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep,

Jungkook tossed and turned in his bed, unable to put himself to deep slumber. The sleek rain which fell on the sheets mirrored his emotions, piercing daggers through his heart. He was a shattered window, with no reflection to guide him through his darkest fears and illusions.

Stuck in reverse,

He was stuck in reverse; in the clock that seemed to tick slowly through his heart and mind. The slow echoing that reverberated through the walls and reverted back to the enveloped past that slowly seemed to unfurl.

And the tears come streaming down your face,

Like an arrow piercing the ocean, the waves trickled down from his eyes. The inky darkness did nothing but conceal the white tears that carried the agonizing pain. It was a twisted past, yet it was the same past that brought this tears, crushing the tranquility that failed to protect him.

When you lose something you can't replace,

He had already lost his loved one; Jimin. He was irreplaceable and when he went, he took away everything with him. Jimin took away his eyes that helped Jungkook to see in the darkness that encompassed him now. The truth was sedimented under layers of blanketed lies, and he yearned to bring them out, for they held the key to the burnt past.

When you love someone but it goes to waste,

He loved himself, but it had gone to waste. He was left with no reasons to love himself; rather a thousand excuses. Everything was broken and futile and it was the mere thought of not knowing the truth which pained him even more.

But then, he saw Byeol.

The high cheekbones and the bright eyes which had now dimmed into the dark tears. The curvy smile which was upturned once and the cute yet gloomy pout which formed on her face whenever she was sad.

But why was she there? She was already dead.

Or did God give her another chance to rectify her blunders?

Again, nothing seemed to match. It remained as a puzzle in his mind, the blurred images as enveloped memories unfurling slowly. Though it made no sense, his contradictions still proved to be the only way of bringing out the truth.

"Why did you kill Taehyung, Jimin?"

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"Follow the music; the siren and feel the beats at the tip of your fingers," Jimin instructed his disciple. Though he was abhorrent to the idea of teaching someone at first, he finally surrendered to Namjoon's pleas which had surfaced after endless altercations.

"Try to balance yourself," Jimin's eyes grazed her immaculate figure. She had all the colours of wind in her. From high cheekbones that accentuated her elegance, to a curvy
smile which was always implanted on her face, Jimin found himself sympathizing with her for some reason.

"Sync your heart and the music,"he continued. Their movements were synchronised, as if they had practiced for many days. It was perfect, with the music slowly teaching the way out of the mazes they were stuck in. It was dance that bloomed the wilted flower and made their colour blind heart come to life.

"Step to your right and stop," Jimin instructed but she continued, not adhering to Jimin's commands.

"Why are you teaching me? Why did you accept the offer?" Jimin was taken aback by the question.

"How did you know I never teach anyone?"he queried, his voice soft and melodic.

"Your teaching gave away that,"she pointed out to his rustic teaching skills.

"What's wrong with my teaching? Aren't you satisfied?"he moved towards the end of the room.

"I am. I am satisfied with your teaching but you seem to be disturbed,"her voice came out in a velvety rush.

"Look, I'm here as your teacher and you're here we my student. Let's try to maintain that relationship, shall we? We don't talk about personal life here," Jimin turned away from her, shaking his head in disapproval. He was beginning to loathe teaching.

"Rude,"she muttered under her breath between gasps. She halted her dance for a second, taking a good look at Jimin who stood at the far end of room, glaring at her.

"Nosy," Jimin retorted, maintaining the same flat tone. He leaned on the wall, gasping for breath.

"I was curious. There's a difference between both,"she glared at him. This sentence is familiar.

"Why are you so curious about me? It's not even been a day since we've met and you're already too nosy. I seriously have no idea why I chose to teach you," Jimin murmured under his breath, cursing slightly.

"I know you don't regret it at all,"she smiled at him.

"I regret my entire life existence. Why wouldn't I regret teaching you?" Jimin snarled, his voice octaves lower. He absolutely resented talking with people and her constant chattering was only giving Jimin a headache.

"Why would you regret your life? You have immense talent in dancing. You could have become famous if you wanted to,"she chattered continuously, oblivious to Jimin's anger.

"Look, you even have some-"

"Your time is up. You can leave now," Jimin cut her off, looking down. He gritted his teeth and spoke with great difficulty, trying to control his emotions.

"You don't like me here, with you, right?"her voice was soft. Jimin's heart broke into a thousand pieces after hearing her voice so fragile.

"It's not that I don't like you here. You keep talking too much and seriously, it's kind of a nuisance. I don't like to hear people talking,"he tried to maintain the same tone which carried dominance.

"So you don't like me talking with you?"

"In other words, yes. And now, I would prefer if you leave after you tell me your name," Jimin knitted his eyebrows together.

"My name? You want to know my name?"her voice showed signs of perplexion.

"Yes... What's wrong with that?" Jimin raised his eyebrows.

"You don't have to know it though,"she said, dabbing the white cloth on her neck.

"Why? It's just your name," Jimin whined.

"Some things have to be concealed. Remember, you are just my teacher and I'm just your student,"she smirked slightly, getting back at him.

"That's unfair," Jimin whispered.

"Just so you know, I have an identity,"she began.

"And what's that?" Jimin queried, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Masked swan."

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Drinking blood like perspiration is my passion.

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A/n's note: Are you enjoying it so far?