"Boss... Miss Y/N has escaped from your hold," Jungkook's security guard reported hesitantly, his breath ragged from running.

Jungkook's eyes darkened as a dangerous smirk spread across his face. "Escaped?" he echoed, his voice low and dripping with menace. "How dare she? She thinks she can outsmart me?" His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening with restrained fury.

"Mark my words," he growled, the room seeming to chill with his wrath, "she's going to regret this. I'll make sure she wishes she never crossed me."

He smirked and leaned back into his chair, the very picture of calm control as if the chaos unfolding around him was merely a game.

"Sir... aren't you going to catch her?" the security guard stammered, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down the guard's spine. "No," he drawled, his voice as smooth as velvet laced with poison. "Let her run. I'm curious to see how far she thinks she can go." With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the trembling man.

The guard hurriedly exited the home office, gently closing the door behind him before letting out a deep sigh of relief.

Jungkook's smirk deepened as he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Let's see where my kitten thinks she can hide from me," he mused, his tone brimming with sinister amusement.

On his screen, a tracker blinked, revealing Y/N's location. Unbeknownst to her, the elegant bracelet Jungkook had gifted her-a sleek, bangle-like piece she couldn't remove without his key-was more than just an accessory. Hidden within was a microchip, silently betraying her every move.

His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he noticed her destination. "Oh my, oh my... kitten," he murmured, his laughter dark and menacing. "So, you're heading to your old house-the one I've already destroyed. Perfect. Go ahead. It's only fitting you see what it feels like to lose something-or someone-you once held so dear."

He reached for the photo frame sitting on his desk-a picture of Y/N that he kept there as a constant reminder of the revenge he vowed to take. His fingers grazed the glass as he stared at her face, a twisted blend of anger and obsession flashing in his eyes.

Bringing the frame closer, his lips curled into a sinister smirk. In a low, venomous whisper, he murmured, "But I wonder... will you even feel a shred of pain seeing your ruined house? Or will you stand there cold and unaffected, just like the heartless, cruel, greedy girl you are?"

His grip on the frame tightened as if imagining it was her, his thoughts spiralling deeper into the darkness.

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Meanwhile, Y/N arrived at the place she once called home-her old house, the one where she had spent her childhood with her parents, who were no longer in this world. This house wasn't just a building; it was a treasure chest of countless memories, a place where she felt closest to her parents' presence.

But what lay before her now wasn't the home she remembered. The roof had caved in, the walls were half-buried in rubble, and the entire structure was on the verge of collapse. Stepping inside was impossible-it was too dangerous. The house, once full of life and laughter, was now reduced to ruins.

Y/N froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. The sight was too much to process. Tears began to sting at the corners of her eyes before they spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. Without realizing it, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground in front of the broken remains of her house.

This was the only place where she could still feel her parents' presence, the last connection she had to them. And now, even that was gone-destroyed, erased as if her memories didn't matter. The weight of the loss hit her like a wave, leaving her numb and shattered.

Y/N sat there, frozen, as if her body refused to move from the spot. Her mind raced with flashes of memories-her father teaching her how to ride a bicycle in the front yard, her mother singing lullabies on rainy nights, the aroma of her favourite dishes wafting through the kitchen, and the sound of her laughter echoing in the halls. All those moments seemed so vivid, yet now they felt distant like a dream slipping through her fingers.

The once-vibrant house, with its yellow walls and the tiny garden her parents tended lovingly, was now a graveyard of memories. She could still picture the mango tree in the backyard where she used to swing, but even that was gone-replaced by a heap of debris and overgrown weeds. The sight pierced her heart like a dagger.

Her tears turned into quiet sobs as she thought about how much this place meant to her. This house was more than bricks and cement; it was a part of her soul. Every crack in the wall had a story, every corner a secret. It was here that her parents had celebrated her first birthday, where she had painted her first art piece on the living room wall and received a scolding that ended in laughter. And now, all of it was reduced to this-nothing but ashes of the past.

As the cold wind swept through the broken structure, she shivered-not from the chill but from the overwhelming emptiness wrapping itself around her heart. Her gaze lingered on the ruins, her mind racing with questions that demanded answers. Who could have done this? Why would anyone destroy something so precious, so irreplaceable?

The name slipped into her thoughts unbidden: Jungkook?

Her heart twisted painfully at the mere possibility. No, no... he wouldn't. He couldn't do this, she thought, shaking her head as if to banish the idea entirely. I know he thinks I'm the culprit. I know he tortures me to make me pay for something I didn't do. But this? Her gaze fell to the rubble again, her throat tightening. This place is sacred-it connects me to my parents, the only piece of them I have left. He wouldn't cross that line... would he?

The thought sent a chill through her that no wind could rival. Her fingers absently brushed against the bracelet on her wrist, the cool metal biting into her skin. Her doubts started to creep in, whispering insidiously in her mind.

But what if... what if he would?

Her chest tightened, and she clenched her fists, refusing to let the thought fester. No, I can't believe that. It has to be something else. It has to be. She shook her head violently, as if trying to physically dislodge the doubts from her mind. Her parents had taught her to believe in hope, to believe in the good in people-even in the face of pain.

But the question refused to leave her. What if he did?

Suddenly, she remembered the time her father had built a small treasure box for her in the attic. It was where she had hidden all her childhood trinkets-letters, photos, and even the first toy her parents had gifted her. Without thinking, she stood up, her legs trembling, and stepped cautiously towards the ruins.

The entrance to the house was blocked, but she squeezed through a gap in the crumbling wall. The air inside was thick with dust and decay. Each step she took felt like walking on shards of her broken past. She reached what was left of the attic stairs, only to find them shattered.

But determination fueled her. She spotted the remains of the attic through the debris and climbed carefully, her hands and knees scraping against sharp edges. Finally, she reached the place where the treasure box was supposed to be. To her relief, it was still there-covered in dirt but intact.

With trembling hands, she opened the box. Inside were the remnants of her childhood: faded photographs of her with her parents, a small diary where she had scribbled her dreams, and a tiny doll her mother had stitched for her. Y/N clutched the items to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

"This is all I have left of you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'll keep this safe, no matter what."

Outside, hidden in the shadows, Jungkook stood watching her every move with sharp, predatory eyes. His lips curled into a dark smirk as her fragile figure trembled before the ruins. She looked utterly broken, clutching pieces of her past as if they were her lifeline.

"Cry all you want, kitten," he murmured to himself, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Let's see how long you can hold onto those broken pieces of your life."

After a few moments, he began moving toward her, each step deliberate, slow, and predatory, like a hunter closing in on its prey. He stopped a few feet behind her, his presence looming like a dark shadow.

"So," he drawled, his voice calm but unnervingly deep, "tired of running away from me?"

Y/N froze. The sound of his voice sent a cold shiver down her spine. Her breath hitched, and she slowly stood up, her legs trembling. She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

"H-how... how did you find me?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying her terror.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound dark and mocking. "Oh, my kitten," he said, tilting his head as he studied her quivering form, "did you really think you could escape me? Hmm?"

She trembled harder, her forehead slick with sweat, as his words sank in.

"But I must say," he continued, his tone shifting to something almost playful as he leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear, "I've enjoyed this little cat-and-mouse game of yours. It's quite... entertaining."

Her breath hitched, but before she could react, his next words sent her reeling.

"By the way," he whispered darkly, "do you like my gift? Your only sanctuary... your so-called heaven. I destroyed it just for you, kitten."

His words struck her like a thunderclap. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, the last thread of trust she had in him snapping like a brittle twig. The tiny flicker of hope she'd clung to -the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some good left in him-was extinguished in an instant.

Her hands shook as her tears flowed freely. For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't think. But then rage overtook her despair. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the desolate space between them.

"How dare you, Jungkook!" she screamed, her voice shaking with a mix of fury and heartbreak. "How could you do this? Are you even human?"

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So here is the very first chapter of this story.
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I hope it stands at least a little on your expectations.

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