You were respiring erratically as you held the backrest of the dining chair to prevent yourself from stumbling as Jungkook scurried to your frail body because it was yearning for rest, you haven’t eaten anything since last lunch. Jungkook stood before you to take in your visage if you were alright. 

You breathing became heavy as your eyes were drowsy with the restless night and day as you were whispering something with your heavy breaths, “You are a murderer… I hate you… I trusted you… but you… but you killed him.” Your hand propped on your chest as you were having difficulty respiring, trying to conform yourself. Letting his anger on one side, Jungkook took a glass of water from the dining as he was trying to make you drink it but you shoved his hand away from nigh your face while rubbing your chest while bobbing your hand over your chest. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook shouted at your intolerable practices, “Drink it up.” He placed the rim of the glass against your petals while he held your hand from his other one so that you won’t thrust his hand again this time. You gulped down the water while clutching onto the burgundy velvety backrest of the dining chair, clenching your eyes shut. 

Your panic disorder ceased after some moments, you were breathing periodically, It was the first time you have ever got a panic attack and it was the worst. Propping the glass on the dining, Jungkook let go of your hand, pulling out a chair for you to get comfortable on but your prioritize standing rather than sitting. 

“The marriage papers will be ready by tomorrow.” Your head whipped in his direction but before you could say anything he made it loud and clear, “Before objecting anything, remember the promise Mr. Lee took from you. It was his last heart set on and I won’t let you go lavishly. It’s my first priority and doesn't make it hard for me to bring off his dying wish.'' You heard his words clearly and he was stern with his words, there was no way you could turn a deaf ear to his sayings. 

“Mrs. Lucy!” Jungkook called out for the caretaker of the manor as the lass rushed in the scene, “Take Y/N to her room. Provide her a pair of new clothes from the wardrobe. Brew up and send it to her room. We will meet for dinner.” Jungkook spoke the last sentence gazing at your visage acknowledging your dewy eyes. 

Mrs. Lucy ecorted you to your room, “This way, Miss.” A sole salty hot liquid escaped your eyes which was accompanied by another one which glided from your chin and dropped on Jungkook’s hand. You ambled with Mrs. Lucy as Jungkook ascended his hand nigh his face gazing at your salty teardrop, he whispered, “I am sorry.” 

Mrs. Lucy accompanied you to your room which was the second from the end of the staircase, leading the hallways furthermore with more chambers but yours was the second door. 

Mrs. Lucy halted in front of the black wooden door, secured with the silver metal knob as she twisted it open. Your view was already bleary because of the teary eyes and you weren't intrigued by the room which you just stepped inside. 

The dark furniture was accompanied by the dark furniture propped inside that room, the inky ceramica bed was situated in the middle of the room with the walls painted, Anchor, as the lamps were placed elegantly on the bed side table which were also inky just like the theme of the room.

You raised your orbs to gaze at the room as to your right you could see a Fog color couch deposited against the wall and at a distance there was another sliding glass door, guessing it as a Wardrobe. You moved your eyes to the left, you saw a balcony from where you can discern the sight of the backyard. 

Cloud color material hung from the periphery of the sliding doors of the balcony and was stern in place. 

Mrs. Lucy sauntered towards the sliding door near the fog couch as she slid it open while saying, "You can change your clothes here, Miss. And if you need anything, You can call me anytime." 

You didn't have anything to say so you just ambled inside the wardrobe and closed the sliding door without even taking a glance at Mrs. Lucy. She smiled sadly as she sauntered out of your room and walked down the stairs where she saw Jungkook still standing at the prior position, gazing at the mess you've made by throwing the antiques on the floor. 

Scrutinizing the place his eyes laid on the silver metal which was deposited near the broken pieces of vase. Lucy watched Jungkook ambling towards the broken vase and crouching down before it. 

Trying to take hold of the silver metal hindered by the edged fragments of the flower holder, his index finger glided alongside the edged vase, marking a small gash on the tip of his finger. He instantly retreated his hand away, letting out a curse, "F*ck!"  Bobbing his hand in the air.

Lucy scurried to his crouched down physique, "Sir-" Jungkook showed her his palm to halt right at her place as she stopped. Jungkook took a hold of the silver metal bracelet, with shiny diamonds embedded on its upper surface. Lucy gazed at the bracelet while Jungkook did the same as the memories recurred when you were donning this bracelet on your wrist. He raised his feet to stand up as Lucy was about to scurry to get the first aid kit but before she could Jungkook said, "It's okay." She started, "But sir, it will get infected." Jungkook gazed at your bracelet saying, "Some wounds are better untreated." 

"My heart was the one which was hurting and the only cure was you." 

Concurrently, You slid down against the door of the wardrobe as you wept while placing your palm on your face, the teardrops were falling down one after another and you couldn't do anything. You lost your beloved one in just a short span of time and the one who hurted you the most was Jungkook. The hatred you have grown for him was only exceeding by the passing time. 

Getting a hold on yourself, you wiped away the tears with your palms, but it was surely getting heavy inside there but getting another panic attack wasn't what you wanted. 

You raise your feet to stand up as you look at your resemblance in the huge mirror deposited on the wall in front of you. This wasn't you, the old you were lost somewhere in just a day and you don't think that the old self of you will be able to come back in any manner. 

You gazed at your grubby clothes which were grubby from when you fell in the graveyard. The reminisce of that jiff recurred in your mind. You heard the gunshot just as Jungkook leaped over towards you just to save you from the hired guns. 

"He didn't care for his own life. He was ready to sacrifice himself just to save me. But why would someone try to kill me?" 

You ambled inside the bathroom where you saw a huge bathtub placed at the corners of the room, opposite to it was the shower with the translucent sliding doors. Again the theme was dark just like your life has been since you came back. 

Slipping out of the heels you entered inside the shower as you turn the knob and let the cold water drench your already wet clothes as you let out another wave of tears which were already deposited on the brim of your eyes. 

Jungkook was pacing through the hallways when he got a call from Jimin.

"Jungkook, I have got the CCTV footage of Mr. Lee's accident." Jungkook hung up waiting for Jimin to approach his mansion. 

You trudged out of the bathroom with a ash bathrobe hindering your body as you approached the wardrobe before you before sliding the translucent door open as you gazed at your clothes which you brought from California. 

You discerned the clothes which you shopped along with Neil, remembering how you came out of the trial room with the elegant navy blue dress embedded in pearly stones along the V neckline ceasing at the back with a beautiful symmetrical pattern, the dress was body tight reaching up to your mid thighs. 

A mild smile hindered your sad one remembering that went with Neil as your eyes brimmed with tears but this time you didn't let any of them fall from your eyes because you knew if you did, they won't stop any time soon. 

You donned yourself in a hoodie owned by Neil which you once stole from Neil's wardrobe and slid inside grayish pajamas, the weather was already not in a good mood these days. 

Not wanting to set your drench tresses dry you came out of your walking closet meeting the amber gleam illuminating by the modern lamps deposited on the bedside table, the sun has already set down producing a murky night while the curtains were still hindering the view but inky atmosphere let you know that the night already came. 

You heard a knock on your wooden as your head twitched in it's direction as you ambled towards the door taking a couple of seconds to open it, knowing it could be Jungkook but it wasn't. 

Mrs. Lucy was standing at the threshold holding a tray in her hands with a tea cup as the scent of the hot tea filled your nostrils just in a nick of seconds. 

You gazed in her eyes as she half smiled looking at your visage, acknowledging your puffy and ruddy eyes while you blinked a few times as your eyes were itchy after weeping for so long. 

"Here is your tea, Ms. Y/N. Please drink it hot." He deciphered forwarding the tray near your frame.You weren't willing to have tea but remembering Jungkook's stern order of giving you a cup of hot tea, you took the tray with your hands. 

Mrs. Lucy smiled as you didn't protest, you closed the door behind you as you placed the tray on the coffee table propped in front of the fog coloured couch. 

Jungkook discerned Mrs. Lucy, stepping down the stairs as she bowed to him after standing on the floor from the last stair. 

"Did Y/N do something again?" Jungkook asked as Mrs. Lucy shook her head no, "She took the tray willingly by herself." 

"She won't drink it." Jungkook murmured to himself as he nodded to Mrs. Lucy before sauntering upstairs to your room as he knocked on the wooden door. 

You sauntered towards the door as you opened it discerning Jungkook's figure. You gazed into his eyes with ruddy eyes and lachrymose. Scrutinizing your visage with his quietened orbs. He wanted to caress your cheeks to make you feel ameliorate but he couldn't. 

He eradicated gazing at your visage because the more he will gaze, the more he would feel guilty within himself about your circumstances surrounding you. 

You wanted to question him about why he was here but chose not to, it was his manor he can go anywhere he wants. 

His eyes halted at the empty cup placed on the coffee table afore the couch, you traced his gaze and directed it to the empty cup. He tilted his head a few degrees before gazing back at you trying to form an excuse as to why he came to meet you, he couldn't just tell you that he came to check if you had the tea or not. 

Jungkook opened his mouth when you both heard the ringing of his phone which was vibrating in his Jean's pocket. He pulled it out looking at you as he picked up as he asked, "Yes, Jimin?" Jimin stated from another side, "I am here." Jungkook answered, "I am coming." Taking a last glance at you, Jungkook strode downstairs while you looked back at the empty cup after shutting the door close.