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As the hours passed by, Jungkook woke up to an empty bed. His eyes shifted towards the window only to squint close against the blinding rays of the blazing sun. The clock ticked 2:30, Jungkook sat up brushing his fingers in his hair pushing them back , as useless as it was he still had this hope to somehow hear a shower running or a noise to reach his ears from any corner of the dead silent penthouse so he would know she was still here.

Which she was not and he was aware.

He decided to ignore but couldn't when a thought struck him and he stood up in a speed of light throwing his clothes over him and rushed out of the building not forgetting to grab his car keys and mobile on his way.

Feet coming to a halt, the sound of rushed steps echoeing against the silent building hushing down once again, Heart beat fast due to all the rush and a beat dropping somewhere in his chest that had to be his heart at the sight he came across.

A sight he feared.

Should've listened to Suga.

Hwan was on the floor, in a condition Jungkook left him except for the tears continuously rolling down his cheeks helplessly, eyes turning red struck at one point. He looked like his soul escaped his body, he didn't move , didn't blink. Wouldn't be a surprise if he was dead at that point.

YN was there a few metres away from him, knelt on the floor beside a lifeless body filled in blood that flowed out of it to stain the once white tiles of the floor. YN had blood on her hands as she held a knife in her other hand staring at the body placed before her.

The body of Hwan's dead sister.

Jungkook took a step back, holding the edge of the table behind him for support. This is not what he planned. He was never going to touch the girl let alone kill her. Fuck, he wasn't even going to let the girl wakeup. He had her unconscious for a reason to save her from all the physical or mental damage. He was going to let her go as if she was never here.

This was not how it was supposed to go. His grip against the table Tightened as his breath got uneven. He was reminded of the time he lost his sister. Jungkook would never hurt an innocent soul. He wasn't sure about Mentally but he'd never torture them physically. If only he listened to Suga, this has happened before. It didn't have to repeat.

Just why, couldn't he stop himself from falling in to those devilish charms of her.

JK : "What did you just do....."

YN :" I didn't... I didn't mean to kill her Jungkook. Baby listen to me, he wasn't speaking--"

JK :"Why did you kill her! She was innocent fuck!" He yelled, eyes reflecting anger and pain. He instantly raised a hand once YN stood up to come to him.

JK: "Don't, stay there. " His eyes traveled to Hwan once and he wondered if the guy was even alive at that point or not but to his relief he saw him blinking thanks to the natural process which couldn't be stopped even at that state.

He regretted about the girl but Hwan couldn't die this easily and that too, not in his hands.

He marched out of the building unable to stand there for another minute. He jerked open his jacket to try to breath. All that sight suffocating him to death.

She was innocent, just like Hari was.

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She sat there, hand crumbling the piece of paper in to a ball and throwing it across the room to match the several other pieces like this one filling the floor of the whole room. She scratched her head trying to focus on the writing but her mind kept wandering off to one particular person she talked to Once after years and was craving to see again, even if it could be only for a moment.

She wanted to finish her novel, write something out of the ordinary, something she knew was capable of but wasn't able to put it in words, yet.

The led pencil in her hand coming to a stop, as her mind started to play its games again. Fingers reaching out to touch her lips remembering that one particular man who seems to have done wonders to her. His eyes, his lips, the scar on his cheek, the mole under his lips. Those hands on her body holding her like they owned her. The way he held her closed to himself.

Her eyes started to flicker close, head thrown back against the chair, completely drifting off the reality around her. She imagined him doing wonders to her body, taking her to heaven with his hell like moves. Hold her, kiss her, touch her like no man ever did. Have her under him and use her in every possible way he'd like.

She groaned opening her eyes and rubbed her hands down her face. "What the hell is wrong with you Maya. You need to have some self control." She reminded herself, eyes falling back over the unfinished paragraph once again. A sigh escaped her lips as she decided to start again but her cell started ringing gaining her attention.

Maybe it was not a good day for this. Too many distractions.

She picked up the phone, a curious and confused expression on her face at the unknow number "Hello, Who is it?"

"Maya."

Her heart skipped a beat at that voice, the voice she missed, the voice she was craving to hear once again. The voice belonging to a man she couldn't stop thinking about.

Maya :"Jungkook?"

JK : "yeah, can we meet?"

Maya stood in front of the mirror after having cleaned her room in a rush throwing all the litter in the trash, dusting the already cleaned shelves and lightening scented candles being proud of this one fact that she knew Jungkook was sensitive to smell.

She changed and changed in to several dresses rejecting each of them "no it's too simple" "damn that looks like a date night one" "nah too sparkly" "geez he is going to consider me a weirdo."

She exhaled. "I am literally being a weirdo right now though. " and so she ended up throwing over her baggy pants and a casual baggy hoodie and went to kitchen to prepare something. It was almost 6 pm so she wondered if he might stay for dinner. In general, she was curious why he decided to talk to her after these days of not contacting or seeing each other.

Where did he even get her number from?

The bell rang and so her heart beat rose up rapidly, instantly rushing near the Mirror checking herself once before attending the door.

There he stood, dressed in a casual yet a classy black outfit, baggy pants and jacket covering him completly, nowhere near the guy she saw at the party.

A whole different side of him.

Something about him was different, even weirder than it was back then at the party that sent chills down her spine. He looked dull. The gleam in his eyes, the seduction, that freaking handsome smile that could make people do anything for him was missing.

Once again she wondered, why were they meeting at her home.

JK :"Won't you ask me to come in? "

Maya :"O-oh yes, please." She moved aside. Well, getting embarrassed the exact second she faced him wasn't really on her to do list.

Wrong start Maya, red signal.

Closing the door she escorted him in. He took a look around hands tugged in his pockets. He took a moment or two to his satisfaction before turning towards her.

JK :"I am sorry if it was sudden. I just... Needed someone to talk to."

Maya :"Hey ofcourse, be comfortable. Um are you okay though?"

JK : "uh yeah." He took a seat, eyes once again falling over her who seemed busy untying her apron. Her whole attention on doing her work so. Jungkook had no idea why he was here. All he knew he really wanted to talk to someone, someone who was less of a monster, someone who could understand that hurting an innocent was a huge deal for him, someone humane.

Humans - he had no contact with anymore.

He stood up and helped her untying it and she took an instant step back. The tension rising in her heart producing electric shocks once his fingers softly grazed over the nape of her neck in process of untying the knot. The closeness among the two, the way she could feel his hot breath on her almost stopped her heart beat for a moment.

Maya :"I was preparing dinner. I will go check before it B-burns." She rushed to kitchen cursing under her breath for stuttering.

Jungkook noticed the way her naturally pink cheeks turned the shade of an apple.

Something about her makes me want to seek her company.

It has only been an hour, when the tension filled silent room was filled with screams and laughs of the two who yelled at each other for cheating or beating them in one of the video games they were playing currently.

Maya :"You threw me off the bridge!" She huffed and placed her controller down in fury. "You didn't win one game without cheating."

JK :"It's not cheating its called strategy and brains."

Maya :"Huh!"

Jungkook chuckled and ruffled her hair, he was genuinely happy, completely distracted of the misery he was in a few hours ago.he doesn't remember when was the last time he played games but the nostalgia hit him and he wondered if he never changed in to the person he was now.

Maya : "Okay let's eat something now. You must be hungry."

YN stayed at home having called Jungkook for the 26th time now through out the whole day since he left like that. She groaned in annoyance crashing down on the couch.

No matter how hurt he was, he'd never do a move so childish like ignoring her calls. It could be important too. He knew so well!!

Yn :"Why wouldn't you pick up my damn calls Jeon Jungkook!"

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