May 19, 2021
Amanda's POV

"I don't even understand what all this means." I sniffed on a few tissues as Sooya sat by my side, gently stroking my shoulder. "They wouldn't have killed him or anything, right?" I looked up at Jimin and then at Sooya.

Jimin, who was seated facing the two of us, got up and came closer, kneeling down in front of me.
"Hey, Mandy," he lifted my chin up with his fingers. "Nothing is for sure yet, and all we can do now is have some hope and try to remain positive." He dried my tears and held my hands in his.

"I'm trying too, but it's getting so hard, and now that it's been three whole days, I'm really scared and worried. And all of his belongings, plus his blood and clothes... I don't even know what to make out of all this." My voice cracked, and I buried my face in my hands.

"Mandy, please calm down. The police will work on it and find out soon. Please don't lose hope." Sooya wiped my tears and hugged me tight.

"Where's Jungkook?" Jimin looked around craning his neck as he sat down cross-legged on the floor.

"He joined the Kim Medical Center at Gangnam-gu on Monday. He'll be back in the evening. Didn't he tell you the other day?" I sniffed and asked him in a hoarse voice.

Jimin was surprised.
"Really? How come he never told me?" He asked, and I shrugged weakly.

"Alright, let's eat now. I brought soup and rice for us." Sooya got up from the couch and picked up the lunch boxes that she had brought along, and proceeded to set up everything at the kitchen island.

"I don't really have an appetite. You guys enjoy the meal." I said, and curled up on the couch.

Jimin stood up with his hands planted on his hips and shook his head at me.
"If you're not eating, we're not eating too. And you know what happens when there's a hungry Sooya around."

I sighed and got up with a small, tired smile, and we all had lunch together. Their presence helped ease my nerves a bit, and after crying it out, I wouldn't say I felt a lot better, but I felt tired enough to fall asleep. As I had taken the day off, I decided to take a nap once Jimin and Sooya left the house.

I took a shower and wore Taehyung's favorite grey sweatshirt. Hugging the garment close around my body, I lay down on the huge bed and was almost drifting off to sleep in the eerily silent house when my phone screeched loudly and made me gasp — precisely why I hated unmuting the ringer on my phone.

The call was from Police Officer Jin, and I wasted not more than a second in answering the call.

"Officer Jin? Hi" I sat upright on the bed and spoke anxiously.

"Hello, Dr. Amanda. Are you not at work today?" He asked me, and I could hear elevator noises in the background.

"Oh, I wasn't feeling great. So I took a day off today. Are you at the hospital though?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I wanted to meet you alone. Are you at home now? Is someone else with you?" Officer Jin asked in a very serious tone, and it was starting to get me extremely worried and paranoid.

"I'm alone at home. We can meet here. Is it anything bad?" I asked him and got up from the bed to wear something more modest than just a sweatshirt and panties for the meeting with him.

"No, no. I just wanted to tell you something else. Nothing bad. We don't have any other leads as yet." He chuckled, unaware of the turmoil brewing within my heart.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I answered him.
"Okay. You can come home, Officer Jin. I will text you the location right away." We ended the call, and I texted him the location of our house.

In about twenty minutes, Officer Jin arrived alone, without any other junior police officers accompanying him. I welcomed him inside, and we both settled in the living room with two cups of tea.

"Dr. Amanda, let me get straight to the point" he gently pushed the bangs away from his forehead. "We're closely watching Namjoon and Hana. Their moves, until now, are not suspicious at all. Their calls are being tracked, and there's no suspicious activity there as well.. at least nothing related to Dr. Kim's disappearance," He let out a heavy sigh, his handsome face sporting a look of utter confusion.

I nodded, and he continued.
"But here's the thing. All of Dr. Kim's belongings that we found yesterday were covered in his own blood, and that was verified with a DNA test done using the hair samples you gave me. Both matched perfectly. So the blood belongs to him." He let out another long breath and his eyes lifted to meet mine. "But there were also two strands of hair that did not match with Dr. Kim's samples." His words hung in the air, and my heart raced.

"Which means they belong to someone else? Probably the one who took him?" My eyes widened, and he nodded a few times.

"It could be that of the abductor if that person was a singular entity. Or it could belong to some random thug if he was abducted by a more powerful person, which I doubt could be the situation at hand." He spoke confidently and leaned forward resting his elbows on top of his knees, hands loosely clasped together.

"So you mean that it could be a single person who took him away?" My head was throbbing badly, and absolutely nothing was helping my situation.

Officer Jin nodded.
"I'm quite certain that could be the case. Does he have any other personal enmity with anyone else?"

I shook my head and began chewing on my lips.
"None that I know of. He's quite reserved, but he's cool with everyone in general. Taehyung never got into fights or anything on his own, and the only one who actually had him on his wrong side was Namjoon. I absolutely can't think of anyone else."

Officer Jin cleared his throat and leaned forward as if wanting to tell me a secret, and I leaned forward a little from my seat.
"Keep a close eye on those around you. You know, most of the times the enemy stays so close to us that we don't even realize who the enemy is." He leaned back, and I leaned back too, already starting to worry about the words he just spoke.

He continued,
"I suggest that you keep the case progress to yourself. Don't let anyone know anything that we learn about, regarding Dr. Kim's case. I will make sure that I deliver all the details directly to you, privately like this, and you too make sure that no one else learns of anything about this case." His tone was filled with concern, and I nodded in agreement.

"I will make sure I don't tell anything to anyone. Not even to my mom." I assured him, my heart suddenly racing with anticipation and a small glimmer of hope that Taehyung could still be out there somewhere, waiting to come back to me just like how I was waiting to get back to him.

"That's good." He smiled and nodded. "Are you staying alone here?" He looked around the place from his seat.

"No. My friend Jungkook stays with me. He'll be here until he buys an apartment for himself." I picked up the cup of tea that I brought out earlier. "Oh, my, the tea is cold. I'm so sorry. I'll get you a hot cup of tea right away." I bowed to him and took the cups away to the kitchen.

After having a much better tasting hot cup of tea, Officer Jin left with a few reassuring words, and I actually felt a little better after talking to him. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen hoping to keep my mind distracted for a while.

It was getting dark outside, the skies were almost ready to pour out the summer rains, and I was still stuck on the couch with my abdominal cramps getting the better of me. I usually experienced these cramps just before my period starts and for a day after that. But this month, all the added stress and sleeplessness was making it worse for me.

Mac and Cheese were playing as usual and somehow watching them swim about happily made me relax a bit. As I sat watching them, the doorbell rang, and I rushed to open it, feeling thankful for some company.

Jungkook stood waving to me at the doorway with his trademark bunny smile.
"Are you not going to let me in?" He asked, his face suddenly sporting a sad pout.

"I'm sorry, come in, come in" I stepped aside to let him inside and closed the door behind us.

"What's that?" I pointed to the bag in his hand as he placed it on the coffee table with a clink sound, and turned around to face me.

"It's tequila. I thought you might like it." He smiled, and I couldn't agree more with him. I actually felt like I could drink to my fullest and pass out without sitting up and worrying about everything when the path ahead was completely dark and confusing.

Jungkook, though shy and awkward, was always up for drinks, and, honestly, right now a few shots would help me take my mind off Taehyung and fall asleep.

"We usually don't do drinks on weekdays, but today, I might actually need it," I let out an embarrassed chuckle and sat down on the couch, ready to grab the bottle in my hand.

Jungkook held my wrist before I could get hold of the bottle, and my eyes lifted to look at him.
"Wait for me. I'll take a shower and come back in a while. Besides, we need to eat something afterwards. So I'll cook something for us." He added, and I shook my head.

"Sooya brought in some soup today, and there's still a lot left in the fridge. I'll heat it up and warm some instant rice while you take a shower. We'll be good." I nodded and got up from my seat.

"That sounds good. I'll be right back," he smiled and disappeared into his room.

Jungkook's POV

After a hot shower, I stood in front of the fogged mirror that reflected a blurry image of my naked body. I wiped off a small spot of condensation from the mirror and looked at myself. Powering up my cellphone, I opened up my secret folder that had some photos of Amanda including a snapshot of her from her sex tape with Taehyung, and clicked open one — a photo of her that was taken by me many years ago when she and I ate alone at the cafeteria because she had a fight with Taehyung that day. She looked so beautiful in that picture.

"Amanda... drunk sex is not my thing, and I really want us to feel the moment. But, I don't have the courage or patience anymore. So....tonight will be ours, right, Mandy?" I smiled at the photo and then at my reflection in the mirror and combed my wet hair strands with my fingers.

"But I'll be gentle with you...and not bite you like he did. I saw you wincing at that, and no, I will not do that..." I shook my head. "Only pleasure, no pain." I blew a kiss to her picture and closed all the opened up apps, tied the towel around my waist and left the bathroom.

After wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, I walked out, flaunting my chiseled muscular torso that would finally get to feel her touch tonight. I heard beeping sounds of the microwave from the kitchen and peeped in and saw that Amanda was setting the dishes down at the island.

Putting on an innocent face, I stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey, I'll help you." I reached out for the bowls she held in her hands and neatly arranged them on both sides of the island.

"All done. Let's open the bottle now," I declared after ensuring that dinner was all set.

"Okay" she agreed, and we both moved to the living room, taking two shot glasses with us.

Setting down the bottle of tequila on the floor, along with two shot glasses, I sat down cross-legged on the floor. Amanda sat down too, facing me. Her delicate facial features literally glowed in the soft lights, and I knew for a fact that I was going to have a hard time controlling myself until at least we finished drinking. And all my senses piped up knowing that Taehyung was never going to come back.

I opened the bottle and we both began drinking. Her alcohol tolerance was almost as good as mine, and so it would take quite a bit for us to get drunk. Amanda downed seven shots in quick succession, grimacing at the burning sensation every time, but she was totally silent except for the cheers we did before gulping down each shot. She didn't talk about Taehyung or his case or the police investigations, but her eyes were teary and her nose was red and she tried hard to hold back her tears from falling. I let her be, and I was actually feeling happy that she was in the process of throwing him out of her mind.

I knew my limits, and my plans for the night were clear. So, I stopped with just three shots — just enough to gather the courage to undress her; the rest would happen organically.

Amanda didn't notice that I had stopped drinking way back while she had consumed more than nine shots, and that was when I stopped her.

"Mandy, I think this is enough." I took the shot glass away from her reach, and she frowned and pouted.

"Let's eat a bit." I got up and helped her get up, and she stumbled on to her feet, her soft hands landing on my chest, causing my whole body to be electrified, my heartbeat accelerated, and my breathing was labored. I shut my eyes, taking in the pleasurable sensation of her tender hands on my touch-starved body while slowly guiding her to the kitchen.

My hands moved on their own and wrapped themselves around her slender shoulders and by the time we reached the kitchen, her head slumped on my bare chest, her soft curls tickling my body and making my skin bristle. I knew she was not in a state to eat anything right now, and she began mumbling incoherent words.

Smirking to myself, I did something — one of the many things I had wanted to do to her — I hooked my arm under her knees and lifted her off the floor, bridal style. She snuggled closer and curled up, her hot breath fanning my skin and not helping my situation one bit.

With a few long strides, I reached her bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed, like she was a frail doll who would break at the slightest pressure on her body. Breathing out my nervousness, I rested a knee on the bed beside her and bent in close to check how drunk she was.

Her eyes were closed, yet she was mumbling something, and her hands were moving weakly.

As I neared her face, I couldn't hold it in any more. The desire to touch her overpowered all my other senses, and I placed my hand on her cheek, slowly trailing it down to her sharp jawline, taking in all that I could with my hand and eyes.

"You're so soft," I whispered to her as my hands reached her sexy neck, but she wasn't listening. I had to use every ounce of my self-control not to latch on to her neck and mark her mine.

"Taehyung..." she murmured, eyes still closed and breathing heavily.

My jaw clenched as I kneeled down straddling her body and both my hands trailed over her shoulders and down her arms and hands. I laced my fingers through hers, squeezing my eyes shut and hissing at the pleasurable sensation of her fingers slipping through mine.

"Moan my name, Mandy. I'll make you forget him." I whispered and squeezed her limp hands a bit and then took her hands, bringing them to my bare chest. I guided her hands along my torso, moaning and hissing as I made her soft hands move over the ripples of my toned muscles, my head thrown back in pleasure. Bringing her hands to my lips, I kissed each finger before letting her hands fall loose on her sides.

"Wearing his sweatshirt again?" I shook my head. "It doesn't suit you. But don't worry. I'll get rid of it." I got up and stood at the foot of the bed, my twitching erection showing obviously through the loose pants — the only piece of clothing that was covering my body.

Amanda kept muttering his name, and I decided to hurry up things to make her shut up.

"Pants first? Yeah... your legs can turn me on just like that." My hands reached out for the waistline of her pants and all of a sudden, something caught my attention. I retracted my hands from her body and looked closer and saw that there was a small spot of red on her pants.

Could she be on her period?

Scandalized by the interruption, I bit my lips not knowing what to do next. Combing my fingers through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh and rushed to open her bedside drawers to check on her birth control pills, hoping to work out her cycle day, but found nothing.

Has she stopped taking pills? Were they planning on having kids? Is this her period?

I smacked my forehead and sat at the edge of the bed, nervously biting my nails and lips. My anger raged thinking how my perfect plan had been ruined by something as unexpected as a monthly period.

How did I not expect this? But how would I know her menstrual cycles?

Cursing under my breath, I decided it was no use trying to do anything at all with her tonight. I would have to hold back until four or maybe five more days and then try again. I covered her snugly with a comforter before sliding into my sleeping bag on the floor.

The chapters in Wrath were the hardest to write, for obvious reasons.
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Published on : 10/23/2021
Psst... It's been a month since Sinners was started.

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