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Her nails scratched against the back of her neck till it started leaving marks and most probably drew a bleed. Her toes curled, muscles tensed giving everything they could to keep the body from shaking miserably. However,

All went to vain.

She couldn't, for the life of it, hide her anxiety. The chills of fear that crawled against her back slowly devouring her whole in its self. Her blurred vision took in the polished mahagony surface in front of her. The chocolate milk spilled over it giving her a reflection of her messed up state.

Hair a mess, almost half of them pulled out of the pony tail in a brutal manner. Brown sticky Liquid dripping down her features till it reached her chin and drop by drop cascaded down on her lap. Shirt pulled off her shoulder and the several marks so visible on every part of her skin that was bare to naked eye. If not going to the parts that are covered.

It was blazing hot in the season of July, but her body temperature dropped furiously to the point of freezing cold.

"I won't give in." The low murmurs escaped her lips like a tape left on loop "I won't give in." They were so low she could barely hear it herself. The old school, the dark red colored curtains covering the windows leaving no signs of the sin taking place inside the four walls. The girl left there-a target of extreme bullying and harassment, unattended.

"I won't give in!" She yelled. Miserably shaking hands going around the back of her neck pushing her head down against the table regardless of the chocolate juice getting all on her face. She dug herself further and further in to the wood. Eyes screwed shut as she felt the panic attack kicking in.

She wouldn't ever fight back those bullies. She wouldn't give that one certain person a chance to laugh at her for giving up and following his tracks.

Even if it meant her death.

Her foot stomped against the floor furiously over and over again as she let out a loud scream pulling on to her hair. The attack swallowing each of her senses drowning her in a black hole with no return or destination.

She heard a laugh, a loud piercing laugh that torn the sensitive walls of her brain. The laugh she dreaded the most. The voice she's so desperate to mute forever. It killed her.

The sweat trickled down her forehead as her eyes shot open. She found herself laying in a bed, so soft underneath her weight. So warm around her frame. Her breaths stable yet her heart drumming furiously against her chest.

Her eyes dark, so intense, so evil- one could die having a single look at them. They could slaughter you alive, skin your bones and feed them off to the lions.

It took her a few minutes to get herself out of that suffocating nightmare and get herself into reality. Her body finally moved and her senses returned. Jungkook was gone. His side of sheets wrinkled leaving traces of his presence.

"I gave in" She said, her fist curling against the sheets where he once slept. "but no one's ever going to hurt you."

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Jungkook got out of the bed as soon as he saw Suga's last night texts about wanting to tell him something. It had to be something important knowing the man he wouldn't disturb as long as the clue he got wasn't worth it.

Suga had given him the address of the home where Hari was kept in. This was it

The first step.

After years of research, he was finally nearing it. His aderline pumped with every stride he took towards his destination. Dressed as a gentleman knowing the people who live there has nothing to do with the ones who were there before.

He wouldn't have to come here, had Suga found him who used to live in that house before the current residents. But the information was wiped out. There were no traces left in the digital form so he needed to come here himself. Find someone, anyone who could've even accidently seen the faces of the filthy shits living there.

"They don't go by their names anymore. I might've stayed the small thug I was but they didn't. They grew, in a way that's unimaginable. Infact-Infact, You may know them, might be close to them. Can you handle it?"

The burning sensation appeared in his chest once again as he remembered the deceased words. Just to think they might be close to him alone could drive him towards the edge.

His feet stopped a few feet away from his destination. It was a friendly neighbourhood in one of the streets of the Seoul. He saw a few people going back and forth. The area over all was peaceful.

Something told him, he'd been here before. But he couldn't pinpoint when.

He saw a truck parked in front of the house he was supposed to stop by. The gates of the house open and two men moved in and out of it taking the furniture in. Someone probably shifted residences or were having their old stuff replaced.

Whatever it was, it was reducing his chances of getting his information. He tugged the phone back in his pocket after second assuring the place and headed towards the home.

"Excuse me?" He cleared his throat gaining the attention of one of the two men. "Where is the owner of this home?" The guy looked at him for a moment before pointing inside towards a lady. Jungkook thanked him before shifting his gaze inside. Passed the porch he saw a girl standing in front of the door of her home. She was on her tip toes trying to hang a decoration piece by the hook that was above her reach.

Jungkook quietly took in her appearance, The sky blue shirt tugged in her white colored skirt. Her hair tied in a messy bun and a tattoo near her ankle.

The moon tattoo he recognised so well.

Why do I find you everywhere I go, Maya.

He stepped in till he stopped behind the girl, she felt a presence behind her and before she could turn around a hand came around hers, taking the piece out of her hand and hanging it in the hook for her. One look at the tattooed skin and she knew who the man was. The distance between them made her skin crawl and heartbeat skyrocketting out of her control.

Pull yourself together.

She instantly stepped away turning towards him. Jungkook slipped his hands in his pockets looking as calculated as he always did.

Calm and collected.

Maya :"Jungkook, I... Didn't expect you here." He ignored the presence of the two uninvited men disturbing his peace by the loud sounds of furniture being placed and shifted inside the home.

JK :" I had some work around here. Have you shifted residences?"

Maya :" Ah that... "She scratched the back of her neck having a look around."I had been looking for a new place for sometime. I didn't like the old area. It was too noisy."

JK :"You should've told me. I could help. May I come in?" Maya instantly opened the door for him letting him in. She didn't understand how the man was calm in every situation. His words were always clear with a stable voice or maybe it was only her who easily gets flustered. Moves clumsy and cheeks red.

Or maybe it was only him who turned her into a mess.

The two coughed when the dude inside suddenly threw the rolled up carpet on the floor and the dust flew everywhere. Jungkook was sensitive to smell. It took him everything to maintain his expressions. With a clenched jaw and balled fists he ignored the raising desire within him to murder the man there and then.

Maya appologized to him several times, he eased his expressions telling her it was not a big deal. "It needs time to get ready. It's all dust and messed up things all around." She was embarrassed and Jungkook simply walked past her while ruffling her hair once on his way towards one of the room to have a look around probably.

Again! Her heart stilled again. Her breath getting caught in her throat, feet unmoving.

Why are you playing with my heart Jungkook?

She softly touched her head where his hand was once as her eyes shifted towards the man dressed in nothing but black from head to toe - disappearing in the room.

Jungkook took in the appearance of the lounge that looked exactly like it did in the video YN gave him except for the change of color of the walls. Once he stepped inside the room where he remembered the unconscious Hari was taken in, it made his skin crawl and blood boil considering every scenerio that took place within these four walls.

A million voices inside his head screamed at him for his worthlessness. He couldn't protect that one person in his life he loved the most. The hollowing silence of the room didn't match the loud piercing yells inside his brain. His blood roared in his ears, eyes turning darker. He felt sweat forming against his temples. Cold fucking sweat along with the shake of his hands.

All he could think about at that moment- how he was going to skin those fuckers alive and burn them till their bones won't melt.

"Jungkook. "

The honey tuned voice brought him back to reality. From the horrifying visions toward the girl nothing less than an angel.

Maya: "Are you okay?" She seemed concerned. Eyes reflecting worry and hand holding a mug bigger than the size of her palm.

JK :"Ofcourse." He said and repeated to himself "ofcourse."

JK :"You didn't have to do that. You hardly had anything in the kitchen for now." He tsked getting back in his casual mood as the two stepped out of the room. He was so good on pulling out his persona after all.

Maya :"That's really fine. It's the instant coffee. I hope it's fine. I didn't have anything else for now."

JK :"Ofcourse, thank you for this. " He reflected his handsome smile which drove her crazy every time. It messed with her heart and sent shivers down her spine.

JK :"Let me help you with the setting."

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