Warning: A few words or the scene, the situation is a little sensitive,  involves suicides and all. If you're uncomfortable,  skip it. And I do not, I repeat,  I do not promote self-harm nor any type of violence. This is only needed for the story. I hope we have it clear.  Notice: Mark on the story is not Mark from Got7 or any other idol with the same name.  ----------------------------------- Chaeyoung's POV "I can't believe we were able to pull that!" Taehyung exclaimed animatedly as we all headed back to the hotel, masked covering our face. Taehyung, Hobi, Jungkook and I decided to go out and explore the city. Since I knew the place a little, I decided to act as their tour guide. We even stumbled on an empty arcade hall and the boys had so much fun. Thank God we did not come across with some fans or it would have been bad. "Namjoon said to meet each other in the lobby so we can head down to the dining hall together. Meet us in twenty!" Hobi oppa exclaimed before they entered on their designated room. I was about to turn and go inside my room when I felt someone grabbing me by my arm. "What will you be doing?" he asked and my brows furrowed for a moment, assessing the cheeky expression visible on his handsome face. "Shower? We basically went out for a whole day." I told him before entering my room, him following after. "Can I join?" he whispered and my breath hitch when I felt him wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his lips landing on the crook of my neck. Shoot. Being alone with Jungkook is scary yet exciting. Scary because one moment he was sweet and the next second he'll be the exact opposite, going wild, under and all. But of course, I won't deny the fact that I like both sides of him. "Jungkook..." I whispered, removing his hands from my waist, turning around facing him. Without second thoughts, his forehead went closer to mine, our lips almost touching. I bite my lower lip at the close proximity. "Jungkook, they'll be waiting..." I whispered, my eyes on his lips and I know he is aware coz I saw the smile tucking at the corner of his lips. He is trying to seduce me and he knows I'm so close to giving in. "That's the point babe, they can wait," he whispered, his raspy voice enough to make me lose my altogether. This won't do. "Jungkook, no. Go and head down to your room and freshen up," I told him, pushing him a little and he chuckled a little too loudly and I pouted. "Your cheeks are so red," he mumbled, walking closer, cupping my cheeks before giving me a kiss on the forehead. Good Lord, can he like, stop being this ing sweet? "I'll go. make sure to head down to the lobby after or I'll carry you downstairs bridal style." he teased before giving me a hug and turning to leave the room. I was left speechless. If I'm going to live like this every day, I don't have any complaints. After taking a quick shower and blowdry my hair a little, I quickly wore a white shorts with a loose black jumper, the front tucked underneath my shirt. With just my black slip-ons, I headed out of my room. I checked the other rooms and realized that they must have already went out. Getting my key, I headed to the door. I can't risk the chance of Jungkook carrying me bridal style. One thing I realized, Jungkook does what he says and that's enough for me to run my way down to the lobby. I just closed the door and check my phone. A smile made a way across my face when I notice the display picture on my phone. It is a photo of me and Jungkook, our cheeks almost touching while he does a silly derp face. Still walking, my attention still on my phone, I didn't notice a woman sending daggers over my direction. "I can't believe you are still able to smile like that after you killed my son." My steps came into a halt as I felt as if a bucket of iced water was thrown on my body. Unable to move an inch, my body stood frozen in the middle of the hallway right outside the elevator. My eyes met the glaring glaze of a woman on her fifties, her clothes exalts luxury, her very stance signifies wealth and power. And yet her eyes were burning red. How did she found out I was here? My body started shaking, my heart beating crazily. "Auntie..." I whispered, my voice shaking and I was sure my voice cracked at the end. Her eyes were full of hatred, and she started walking closer. Ten steps... That's how close she is, her eyes burning in anger, and yet I can't move. "Are you happy you killed my son?" she said, pain evident on her voice, her hands balled into fist, her body shaking. My eyes started getting teary. "He loved you..." she whispered, by then, tears are already streaming down her face, and so were mine. "You killed him. You killed my son." she continuesly whispered, as if telling herself what happened. "He begged for you to love him. Why can't you love him after all those years, huh? Why?" she said, bawling her eyes out. Before I knew it, she was already standing in front of me. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." I whispered, my eyes unable so see from all the crying. Every word that comes out of feels like a dagger being struck within my heart. It's painful. And it's slowly killing me. "What for?" she started hitting me on my shoulders. It was strong yet I didn't feel a thing. I felt numb, empty, like I did a few months ago, after I found out that he died, killed himself because of me, because I didn't love him. I never did. "Were you happy?" she started screaming, still hitting my body. And I didn't stop her. I deserve it. I deserve this. "Were you that happy that he's already gone from your life? That's why you were smiling right? You were so happy he's g