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Jungkook and YN laid in bed. It was morning yet the curtains covering the windows provided the room with low contrast. The two were cuddled against each other. Devoid of clothes, the skin to skin contact provided their heart with warmth they were deprived off otherwise.

Jungkook watched how her skin was glowing, the dark hickeys and marks of abuse from last night only provided him with satisfaction. The look in her eyes screamed she enjoyed all of it and that's what he fucking loved about her. His precious little doll, he could love and ruin all he wanted.

"What are you drawing?" She asked. The caramel tone dripping her tongue sent a shiver down his spine. The intensity in his eyes only turned darker.

"You will know soon." Jungkook said as he drew a few lines here and there with a pen under her collar bone right above her chest.

"Mhmmm, have you thought over what my brother said last night?" She twirled her fingers against the locks of his hair. He seemed so focused, so close. Allowing her to admire his breathtaking features all over again. All the talk never once drew his attention away from the art he was stroking against her skin.

JK : "He said a lot of things, which one of it?"YN leant in, leaving her sloppy butterfly kisses against his jaw and cheek and the mole under his lips which was the most attracting part of his body according to her.

"The one about wedding." She licked her lips and Jungkook's hand stopped for the first time. The movements getting sloppier as his eyes narrowed before making an eye contact with hers.

JK :"What about the wedding?" She was quiet, contemplating what to answer or most probably how to answer. But it was YN and she never started a convo before having thought over it already.

YN :"Your phone is vibrating." The muscle in his jaw jumped. He knew it for god damn sake. Wrong talk, wrong timing, wrong fucking phone call.

He slipped away from her and grabbed his phone picking it up.

"I got your work done. Come get it personally."

This was all he heard from Suga before the call hung up. It was the need to slam his phone against the wall but the information was important and he would let it slide this one time.

When he turned around he saw YN standing in front of mirror admiring the art. He walked towards her wrapping his arms around her waist watching her through the mirror.

"I need to go." His finger tips grazed against her skin raising goosebumps. They were no lesser than a rod ablazed. Burning her skin with minimal touches. "Don't cover the marks. I admire you like this." He kissed her neck before dissappearing in the closet and soon enough he was out of the home leaving her alone.

Her eyes fell on the art again. A few words and a little drawing. YN believed he could pass for an amazing artist with his artistic skills if not getting involved in this fucked up side of the world.

It said "My beautiful little liar." and drawing of butterfly that was as perfect as one would be to drew the attention of every creature it passed by. Getting admiration for it's colors and liveliness filled in it. Except for the crooked part at one corner.

YN knew it resembled her. The most beautiful creature yet filled in scars of abuse from past. The past she never told Jungkook about except for that she was bullied but he knew it was not all to It.

The words specifically drew her breaths away 'my beautiful little liar' What did he mean by it. Was he referring to past where she hid things from him. Or he found out something he was not supposed to?

YN :"Did you finally realize when I told you not to trust me. Jihan was right. You will be the death of us and it only makes me submit to you even more."

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Maya pressed the button to the intercom as a door bell interrupted her peaceful afternoon. She found a man standing outside the door. It didn't take her a moment to recognize him from that night when he offered her a dance. It was the devil himself standing in front of her door already engulfing her in it's wrath from such distance.

The hair on her skin rose and shivers ran down her spine. The flashbacks of the night ran through her mind. The sinful touch and the painfully deep voice. The blazing eyes and dominating moves.

A part of her was scared of him but a bigger part was excited to see him personally visiting her.

She opened the door and as much as she wanted to pretend to not recognize him. It was her body who refused to act. Staying in his radar drew her breaths away. He radiated such heat that was hotter than the sun.

A true Devil indeed.

Suga : "Did I disturb you? "

My peaceful writing time, yes damnit.

Maya :"No, it's surprising to see you here."

Suga : "We have something to discuss." He didn't mind waiting for the permission. He was already walking inside. She hurriedly closed the door and rushed after him.

Rude! She was supposed to question him or probably call the cops on him. But she knew she'd be down at one stare blessed by him.

Maya "Um take a seat, I guess?" Now that you are already in. She meant to say but the words never left past her lips. She brought a glass of juice and served him taking a seat on the couch opposite to him. The painting missing from the wall since Jungkook, that night really despised it.

Suga simply took the glass, he had his legs slight spreaded. One of his hand rested over his thigh. The rolex shining around his wrist. The rest of his body was covered under the formal-casual fit he was cladded in.

The black colored half turtleneck hugged his muscles so well to her jealousy, which disappeared under his matching colored pants. The coat now placed on the arm rest of the couch and not providing an extra coverage to his body to her discomfort.

How was she supposed to focus?

Maya : " How did you find my home?"

Suga : "Stalked you, does that count?" Disbelief reflected her face as her eyes turned wide in horror. She whisper-yelled a "What" probably hating letting him inside her home.

Suga :"You're in danger."

Maya :"That.... I can tell." She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck trying to figure out her cool in front of her stalker - according to him.

Suga : "Not from me. I won't hurt you."

Maya :"Sure, I believed that Mr stalker." She muttered under her breath. Pretty positive that he didn't hear.

He was all but deaf.

Suga : "The home you have shifted to has a dark past to it and it is only going to get you in further trouble."

Maya :"Don't tell me there was a graveyard before and now ghosts haunt this place." She rolled her eyes grabbing the empty glass and got up leaving to the counter. She poured down water for herself and gulped it down. She decided this place was better than the lounge. Where she was closer to the knives. She could just draw one out for self defense in case he decided to hurt her.

But, who was she kidding to? She knew she stood no chance before the devil dude.

"Ghosts can never be as scary as the monsters dressed as humans." She shivered at the intensity of his voice. Low and dangerous. The words or the actions could never define the dread that ingrained his voice.

Maya : "Please tell me what is going on here?"

He stood up taking a few steps her direction. Her grip tightened against the glass holding it for her dear life.

Suga : "A crime took place here. A sinful night filled with dread and agony. Those who committed the crime are no lesser than monsters whose hands are filled in blood and souls stolen by devils ."

She stepped back, her breathing started getting irregular as he neared her slowly. Like death approaching it's lover.

Suga :" But it is not those monsters who are to be feared. It is the man who hunts like a beast in night. He feast on souls and blood looking for those monsters and it only makes you a target of his thirst."

By the time he finished there were hardly a few inches distance between the two. She was cornered against the counter as his figure towered her shivering ones. The darkness residing in his eyes took a toll on her.

Maya :" I-I... I have nothing to do with a-any of this."

She licked her lips. Hand desperately trying to find the handle of the drawer beside her and when it did. She took no second to drew a knife out of there.

"Innocent people never have anything to do with the cruelty they have to face in this world." He said. Without wasting a heartbeat. Even the knife in her hand couldn't succeed in distracting his focus for once. His eyes never moved off her as he gripped the sharp edge of the knife.

She yelped, her eyes tearing up. The news that she could be a target of such brutatility without having done anything dread her to her bones. Where was she supposed to run off to now?

Maya : "And you are not here to hurt me?" She tightened her grip around the knife which made him do the same. It drew blood out of his hand and as soon as she realized it she dropped the knife.

She panicked watching the drops of blood painting the white marble tiles one by one. When her wide worried eyes met his again. He remained there unbothered.

Suga felt the urge to slam her against the wall and kissed the hell out of her at that moment. She looked so beautiful worrying for his well being. "I told you. I would never hurt you."

"Who is going to hurt me then? The beast.... Who is he?"

"You don't need to know him. But it was only fair letting you know of the danger which surrounds you now." He pulled away from her as he placed a piece of paper on the counter beside her.

Suga : "I will help you. If you ever feel yourself in danger. You need to call me instantly."

Maya : "why are you doing this? Why would you help me?" her eyes once again fell on his hand which was still bleeding like before. Her insides screamed at her to treat his wound but the man scared her to her bones leaving her unable to move.

Suga : "Because I want to keep you safe. It doesn't matter where you are. Or what I have up my sleeve. I need you to tell me the very instant you sense danger lurking around you. You don't have to be assure of it either. It doesn't matter if you are in actual danger or if it was just your brain messing up with you. Remember Maya. You are telling me right there. "

He picked up the knife taking it to the sink and moved it under the water letting the blood wash off it. Placing it down he eyed her once before he was aiming towards the lounge again.

Suga :" I might return to install some security measures in your home. Till then you need to hold on to that number for your dear life. Don't be too scared. I will make sure you will be safe." He grabbed his coat and left just like that without even sparing her another glance.

He knew he wouldn't be able to stop then.

But what about her? What about her heart was going on a fill panic mode. Her body shivering and breaths uneven. Yet there was a sense of relief this unknown devil provided her with.

Oddly enough, she felt protected. She might not know him. But she could tell, no beast could hunt this devil.

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Skyker was a psychic who dealt in drugs and fed off on the pain he inflicted on other innocent humans. By the name, He was a lawyer who was great in his field. A respectable person who had a good reputation and earned pretty well from his line of work.

By the time sun sets, the inner psychopath is out. He has committed countless murders and turned a huge number of people in to drug addicts. There was not a single crime that might exist in this world which escaped his wrath. Rape, murder, drugs - they only sounded like a kid's play in his dictionary.

The bigger the criminal, the more he had connections with the likes of him. The more powerful it made him. He was the same age as Hwan. Jungkook didn't realize before but it all started to connect now. Hwan and skyler both were same aged as Jihan and related to him somehow. It was obvious Jihan knew Skyler's line of work. He only needed to find out if Jihan was involved with Skyler or not.

Suga hadn't only listed his crimes and activities but he was smart enough to remember exploring where he was the night Hari was abducted. It said he had went to visit the bar spotted by the cameras placed inside it. With a few of his friends - three total which including him resulted in four. The same amount of kidnappers involved in Hari's case.

The more information Jungkook went through. The more it pointed towards the directed proving Skyler to be his sister's rapist and murderer . His current location was unknown. As if the man dissappeared from this world. And if the man was anywhere near dead. Jungkook was going to find his body, revive him only to kill him all over again with his own fucking hands.

He was not only scary but very angry too. And when he is angry. He makes his prey run for hell.

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