Jungkook's pov

"It's just our storehouse," Chan said again, but I didn't stop staring at the card that IU noona gave me.

It didn't make sense.

If it was a storehouse somewhere around here, I'd assume that she will meet me there someday.

But this one was in Seoul. One of the first ones of the company, and was much older than my dad.

I stood beside the desk in my office, dropping the card on top of the ebony wood.

"Do you think I'm supposed to meet her there?" I questioned without looking at my secretary, close to spacing out again as he didn't immediately answer.

This was one of the items where I'd feel frustrated to no end yet my mind would feel blank.

So many thoughts that I wanted to scream out but couldn't find my voice.

"I'm not sure what has really happened between you both," he started. "But if you feel so low because of someone, and they don't want to give you closure, they're not worth it."

His words were the truth. Not about me. But for her.

Others suffer because of decisions I made. Decisions I thought were right.

Like marrying Y/n thinking it was revenge for Ara. I wonder where I had left my brain.

I wish I wasn't so immature. I wish I had leaned towards a better way of living, never hurt her the way I did.

We should've never crossed paths. If I could go back to the day she was introduced to me, I would walk away.

It will save her from all the hurt and pain I put her through.

"You don't know what I did, Chan," a flicker of the past as I stared at the towering buildings through the glass wall.

"We all do things we regret," his voice dropped. "Maybe you just made more of it than others but redemption comes from realizing what you did is wrong."

"Do I deserve redemption?" I heard the tinge of sadness in my own words, tears collecting in my eyes as I felt my throat tighten.

"You can't go on like this forever," he leant me his hand, a small smile gradually crawling up to his face as I looked at him.

Once again, I wonder how I hired him.

Chan was becoming more of a therapist than a secretary.

It was good having him but he started working only two years back.

He's never known much about Y/n and his devotion to his profession, at times leads him to giving talks like how I have to let go of her if she doesn't want me when I need closure.

Times when I've been very close to firing him.

"Make it a part of your journey," Chan pressed his palm against my hand. "Embrace your mistakes."

I hugged him.

-

It was way past twilight. The sun had set below the horizon, and my only comfort was the city lights as I worked on my laptop.

The building was almost empty at this point, with me and just the security around.

I needed some time alone. To take my mind off things.

There was this gut feeling I had since morning. That I was going to be seeing her soon.

All that happened in the past one day told me my wait was going to be over. I was one step closer.

Now all I could wish for was to see her once and never let her go.

I want her to light up life once again. I've been in the darkness for so long to remember how it used to be.

Speaking of light, the ones in my office suddenly went out.

"The f-ck," I muttered under my breath. Annoyed and flabbergasted to say the least. Never has such a trivial issue presented itself in my company.

I stopped judging the current scenario for a minute and actually took in my surroundings.

I couldn't see anything. And it was creepy after all the horror movies I've watched since childhood.

Grabbing my phone, I stood up, turning the flashlight on as I walked to the door.

Any one of the guards should be here for the usual night security rounds.

I called out the names I remembered seeing when Chan showed me a list of names from the security crew.

Suddenly I wish I hadn't sent him away.

The sound of footsteps broke the silence as I walked the halls, and I realized it was not just me.

I stopped quietly and as smoothly as I could, breath caught in my throat as the footsteps didn't stop.

It was just the security. It has to be. Either that, or it was Y/n.

A dark figure stood beside one of the pillars at the other end of the floor and I walked forward.

All I could figure out from that silhouette was that the person was wearing an overcoat, had long hair, and was giving me a death stare even though I couldn't see it.

I just felt it.

It was not the security. This was someone that probably hated me. With the list of enemies I had made in the business, I wonder whose idea this person was.

"Let's talk before you do anything," I mustered up the courage to speak a few words, trying to be persuasive.

My phone's flashlight did little justice in revealing the identity of the person that stood several feet away.

I heard my own voice echoing through the empty corridors.

There was a chuckle, but nothing enough to recognize the person from their voice.

I felt like I knew this person. I did.

An edge of anger in that small sound, and I knew that this was either another abduction, how many times I wonder, or murder attempt.

"Just tell me what I did," was all I said and the person started walking forward.

"I'll tell you, Jungkook," a familiar voice said.

When the person was just a few meters away from me, I raised my phone's light even more so that I could see their face.

My heart skipped a beat. It threatened to jump out of my chest as I stood there in shock.

The voice that I hadn't heard in three years. "I'll tell you all that you had to do with it."