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He returned home, jacket lazily hanging down his hand which he tossed away once he entered his room. The first sight after turning on the dim light of the lamp, as expected, was of the devil itself. Sitting there all majestically holding the glass of wine and a knife drowned in it begging to set free and cut through someone. Her nail tracing around the rim of the glass came to a halt as she snapped out of her wildest thoughts.

JK :"You owe me an explanation."

"Or may I demand the same." She stood up, eyes shifting towards the man, calm yet fierce, angelic yet ready to bring a whole dynasty to hell.

JK : "I don't, none of your business." He took a step forward, daringly, not ready to let her take over him this time. Her fingers twitched, she removed the knife from the glass and marched towards him. The sound of her heels angrily stomping against the floor so loud and with a harsh push she threw him back on the couch.

Placing her knee besides his thighs she hovered above him, knife pointing against his neck. "How do you think would wine taste mixed up with the savourish flavour of your blood."

Jungkook grazed his fingers against her lips while staring at her features, taking in those eyes through which he knew, she wasn't kidding. She'd stab that knife deep down him without any hesitation.

That was the real her.

JK :" You shouldn't have killed her. She didn't do anything to you nor that made you succeed in your plan. Went to waste. "

YN :"Any and everything I did, was just for you. To protect you from reaching the level of insanity you are proceeding towards slowly."

JK :" Don't you want to see me where you belong? " He saw the flicker of emotion displaying in her eyes. Taking the opportunity he rolled her over. This time him being the one taking control Of the situation. Within a heart beat, the knife was now in his custody placed right over her heart as he hovered above her.

JK :"If your ways are murdering the innocent people then I don't need your help."

YN :" Don't provoke me Jungkook, I am not a patient person." She felt the tip of the knife scratching against her skin ever so softly leaving a sting.

"Yeah" He said "All those deaths speak." He wondered what felt so good about spilling the blood of someone that was never needed as his eyes stayed struck to his art work over her chest.

YN :"Don't fucking act like you have never killed shit!"

JK :"Atleast never an innocent soul!" She raised her voice and so did he. With a harsh jerk she pushed him away getting off the couch. "We'll see for how long you stick to that, Jeon. "

About 20 minutes later, they ended up like they did every time. He sat beside her rubbing ointment over the scratches he left on her chest. She didn't flinch let alone show a single reaction to the pain.

JK : " I am sorry. " He said getting done with his treatment. "but I certainly am not sorry about anything I said related to the girl."

YN :"Yeah, whatever." She turned towards him hugging his waist that made him brush his fingers against her hair. "How about you tell me now where were you the whole day?"

His movement stopped for a moment before it started again with the same pace. "Went somewhere for distraction. It's nothing."

"Mhm, It better be though." With that she closed her eyes instantly drifting off to her sleep looking as peaceful as ever. But who was he kidding, as if that sentence alone didn't hold the greatest threat of all times.

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It's short but it's still here.
Enjoy :)