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The sound of heavy rain pelting against the rooftop stirs me awake.

Where am I?

"Ah!" 

I wince, holding the side of my head. Shooting pain, like daggers radiates from the side down to the base of my neck. My fingers skim around the circumference and then over the rough material of the thin bandage wrapped around it.

I feel groggy and disoriented with sleep until I remember...

The wedding. 

Oh God, I remember it all. Like something straight out of a horror movie! Images of blood. Dead bodies....

A host of difficult questions spring to mind as my memory comes back to me in flashes.

All the panic and fear I felt at the scene returns, sending a spike of adrenaline through me. Scanning my new surroundings, I see that I'm surrounded by four solid concrete walls. The room is large, dark and empty save for the small bed that I'm laying on. 

I look down to notice that my clothes have been changed and all I'm wearing is an oversized cotton shirt and thank God, still my underwear.

I take flight, my bare feet hitting the cold concrete floor. When I push it, the door creaks open without much force which sets my mind at ease for a milli-second. At least they hadn't tried to lock me in.

Creeping along a dank hallway, concrete walls flanked me on either side and a crude thought fleeted across my mind before I could even help thinking it.

Was I going to die down here?

The sound of mens voices coming from an illuminated narrow entryway to my far left, makes me halt in my tracks.

Plastering my back against the wall and trying my hardest not to make a sound- I feel my toes curl underneath me in surprise at the sound of Ji-Woo's voice.

"You shouldn't have come!" he said fiercely.

A heavy sigh went up from who I assume by the sound of it, was Jungkook. 

Then Jimin spoke, "We knew there was a chance that this would happen. That's why we were ready. At least no one got hurt."

"Were all the targets destroyed?" Jungkook asked, his voice sounding strained.

"Yes," another voice answers and I realise that its Namjoon. "Civilians sustained mostly minor injuries. A handful were seriously harmed but nothing fatal."

A silence fell between the group. My eyes widened in bewilderment. 

What in the world?

They were talking like robots not the group of idiots I knew from back in my school days!

Panic fully restored after over-hearing that exchange, my feet set off again in the opposite direction, down another dark path to nowhere, A slit of feint white light on the ground, indicates that there's a door to my right. 

I press hard on the wall in curiosity and breathe out in shock to find it, give away. The slab of stone slid to one side, opening into a large room with display screens from floor to ceiling. 

A massive one hung in the centre of the room above some sort of control panel. 

I moved gingerly towards it, my bare legs frozen with cold. I was buzzing with so much curiosity that my entire body felt numb.

I tapped my fingers on the keyboard a few times and sprung back, startled when every screen in the room flickered to life. 

A jumble of green text littered the screens in a foreign language that I could not understand.

Squinting to make things out more clearly, it was obvious that the writing was in Korean. If I hadn't been such a lazy girlfriend in the past maybe I would have been able to read what was in front of me. But Jungkook never pushed for me to learn his native language and so I never really tried.

I chewed on my lip, indecisive of whether I should ignore all of this and focus on escaping. Every bone in my body screamed at me to run, to leave this place and not look back. 

Instead my fingers tapped on the keyboard shakily. When nothing happened, I pressed every button I could reach without thinking. 

Suddenly a familiar man's face came up on the screen with information alongside the picture like a profile although, it wasn't exactly tinder.

Jeon Si-Wook- Age 58  

Kill-count- 35987

Skill average- 89%

My eyes shook, lingering on the word 'Kill' but again my inquisitive fingers jabbed disobediently at the left arrow on the key board. Countless stone-faced images of men flicked across the screen, one after the other until I found it. What my subconscious had been searching for...

Jeon Jungkook- Age 23

Kill-count- 409 861

Skill average- 150%

I gulped in horror, my mouth going dry. 

No.

No!

I tore from the room running as fast as I could. 

I didn't know where I was going but I needed to get the hell out of here!  

Coming to a crossroads of four dark and unmarked corridors, I shivered in the darkness.

The urgency of my need to escape mixed with a heartbreaking hesitation, made my heart sink to floor. 

Jungkook definitely had some serious explaining to do but I wasn't even sure whether or not I had the strength to listen to anything he had to say. 

I felt betrayed. A gut wrenching ache twisting and curdling from deep inside.

Tears stung my eyes as I looked wildly from left to right, not knowing where to turn.

Suddenly a soft voice called out, "Melanie you should not be wandering out here."

I turned around to see Jimin standing behind me.

"You...." I stumbled fearfully, taking a clumsy step back, "...stay back! Stay away from me!" I shouted. 

How did I know if he could be trusted when I didn't even know if he is who I thought he was all along?

Jimin held up a hand to placate me.

"Melanie, please calm down. It's only me."

Not heeding his words, I sped off in a random direction but Jimin was too quick for me. In no time at all, he caught up, securing his arms around my frame and pinning mine firmly to my sides.

I struggled in his grip, flailing my legs as hard as I could.

"Melanie, you need to stop. Its bad for you and the baby!"

When I didn't let up, the last thing I felt was a sharp pinch at the side of my neck and that's when everything went dark

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Dead bodies, whether real or discovered on the pages of books, always shocked and horrified me. 

Did his thoughts ever wonder, what that person might have dreamt about as a kid? How they felt when they first fell in love? Had they brushed their teeth that morning, did the soon to be deceased even have an inkling, did they even see it coming? 

Death.

I felt myself shiver. The sensation like cold streaks of lightning running down my spine. A spring of sweat broke freshly upon my forehead when my memory recalls the vision of Jungkook's sweet, angelic face..... turned sinister! 

Baring his teeth and murdering left and right in cold blood.

"Help!" I choked, bolting upright and feeling my fingers dig into the fluff of a firm mattress, I realise that I must have been dreaming. 

But unluckily for me, this nightmare is far from over. I'm back in the strange, dark, empty room again.

When I hear a shuffle from the far corner of the room I scramble up against the bedpost, drawing my knees to my chest and circling my arms around them protectively. 

"Mel!" Jungkook breathes out, lifting his face from his hands.

I suppose he was waiting for me to wake up.

He rises from a single chair in the corner and advances slowly towards me.

"Don't come any closer!" I shout feebly in my defence.

"Melanie..." Jungkook looks confused and hurt by my reaction to him but what did he expect? 

"I want to go home." I say to him but he just stands there for a moment, as if he were thinking. Then he walks over to a dark wardrobe in a far shadow on the right and I quirk my eyebrows in mild curiosity.

I guess this room wasn't so empty after all...

He takes out a black shopping bag with a thick ribbon tied at the top in a bow.

"I got you some clothes." He said stonily, "Get changed. We're leaving."

I grabbed the bag from the edge of the bed and then retreated back against the head board.

Jungkook hung his head. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, "Mel, there's no need for you to be afraid of me or to act like this..."

"I can't believe you actually have the nerve to say that..." I scoffed bitterly. 

Everything about what I'd witnessed at the wedding left me unnerved but what I discovered about my ex in that room was even worse.

"I can't even look at you the same, Jungkook!" I yelled.

"And why not?" He rushed to the end of the bed, kneeling, "Mel..." his eyes pleaded with me "Its me... I am the same man you've always known. The same man who loves you...the father of our unborn child. I swear."

I looked up to the nearly invisible ceiling, sucking in a deep breath and tucking my lip painfully between my teeth to withhold the tears from coming.

"You?" I exhaled shakily, "I don't even know who you are!"

"What do you mean?" he rasps, looking hurt and increasingly confused which in turn, confuses the hell out of me!

"You killed those people!" I scream.

The pain in my head returns and I feel like I'm about to lose it. 

This is too much. Everything, is just too much!

"Love, please trust me. I will explain everything but we must leave soon." Jungkook says. "Put these clothes on..." 

"Leave and go where?" I ask, "What about my company?"

"I've already contacted Matthew, your lawyer. Everything is taken care of. A new CEO will be appointed to cover for you while you're gone..."

"Wait. What?" 

Suddenly the look on Jungkook's face changes. I can tell that he's done playing nice when he gets up and turns his back to me.

"You have fifteen minutes, Mel. That's it. No more of this bullshit." He walks toward the door.

And that's when it all makes sense; How he changed when I first saw him again. The way that he walked different, talked different.....

This was the other Junkgook. 

The one that was there all along but I had no clue about.

"Believe me, I tried my best to prevent all this from happening." He said before leaving, "I will tell you everything but first, we need to get out of New York."

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A/N: Oh my, my, my! Poor traumatised little Melanie.....

This chapter is just a little bit of build up. I hope you guys still enjoyed xx