"You do know it's your parent's anniversary death this week," I look to the owner. "You should visit them... I know you haven't been doing a good job at that,"

I sighed as I headed back down stairs. I wasn't sleepy anymore.. When I reached at the bottom, I noticed Hoseok wasn't at the bar counter anymore. He must've fallen asleep somewhere among the crew. I needed to be alone... to think alone. From above the VIP room, I looked to each and everyone that sleep peacefully before my eyes. "Will we all be alright," I mumbled to myself. I wish we didn't mess with them in the first place... I wish Jungkook hadn't ran into them... I wish mom and dad was still here...

If they're going to come for us, then I need to inform both crews. It's going to be along story to tell, however it's going to be worth it.

If they only come for me... then I'll have to keep the boys out of this. No life should be risked just because fate gave me a chance to meet my parent's murderer.

I was starting to feel insecure. What if Aces knew that we're here? What if they hunt us down one by one? I shook the 'what if' questions out of my head. "Get a hold of yourself, Jeon Jaehye," I said, "You need to be strong," I felt myself shake in fear, "You have to stay strong. Not just only for your parents or Jungkook, but for your friends also," I clutched my knees closer and tighter. I was only a teenager. How can everything be happening like this. I haven't even started half of my life yet, and now I'm going to have to deal with some mafia .

"If you go ask your parents how to protect your friends and Jungkook, they will help you,"

I looked up straight ahead, "Ask my parents..." I remember what the owner had told me.. Come to think of it.. I don't even know his name. What the hell was his name.

"You're up early," I startled and looked to the door of the room. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Jungkook ah," I said as I sighed. Gosh, I'm letting these things get to me. I need to calm the down. "Nothing, I just couldn't sleep from all my pain,"

He slump down next to me, "Same here. My stomach is bothering me," I touched his stomach and kind of massaged it. "Noona, thank you, but I'll be alright," he said as he put my hand back into my lap.

"Do you know what week this is," I asked.

"Hm," he nodded, "Mom and dad's death anniversary..." We were silent for a while. "Are we going to go this year?"

"Of course," I smiled, "We have to,"

"That means I need to dye my hair back to black, and get a hair cut before we go," he joked. I ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry, mom and dad probably likes how the way you look. You look just like dad