A quiet evening walking through town unexpectedly turns into a dramatic incident that turns Jungkook's life upside down.
Amnesiac, unnamed and untamed girl finds her way into the young man's heart.
However with a dark past catching up to them, coun...
Why was Juwon whispering harshly as his fist kept a tight hold on the person he had tightly pressed to the wall, that person being none other than Yuri, whose eyes glared at the man in front of her, a glint of incomprehension and irony inside those dark hazel irises?
"...there's simply no way anyone could!"Juwon's desperate whisper reached his ears. "I changed EVERYTHING, I got rid of it all and I came out clean! I came out fucking clean do you hear?! So HOW??!!"
His grip tightened and Yuri seemed to have a hard time breathing, as her eyes scanned his face with a confused expression that she tried to mask with a tint of mad irony.
She quirked an eyebrow with a sick grin. "You really underestimate us don't you?" With an attempt to swallow at least an ounce of oxygen, the young woman shook her head.
"No one ever comes out clean. It will always come chasing back and swallow you whole. You're fucked. Just like I am. Because in the end, your past comes laughing at your face."
Yoongi froze on the doorstep, completely at loss of words, and unable to make sense of the situation. Sure, Yuri had never really bonded with the others as she had with Jungkook, but had she recovered her memories, they would know about it.
And right now, she had the behavior of someone knowing exactly where they came from and what they came here for, and Yoongi had a hint on where that could be, at least as a general and vague idea. This conversation sounded very much like many arguments he'd heard and witnessed before.
He frowned in concern, wondering if he should intervene as Yuri coughed, having trouble even attempting to get some oxygen for her burning lungs. Clenching his fist, the young man hesitated until she growled, barely audible,"Okay that's enough."
As her hands tried to pry his off her collar, his grip on her tightened and he continued to protest angrily. "You will not win this one!"
Yuri's right hand had discreetly left the struggle while she kept her eyes glaring into Juwon's. The choreographer suddenly froze at the feeling of a cold touch on his neck and his eyes widened as his grip slowly loosened.
"LET. GO."Yuri croaked, her face turning a concerning shade of purple. Juwon glared at her will all he could, before letting go in a harsh pull out of his hands. Yuri coughed and inhaled sharply, keeping the blade to the man's throat, pressing the sharp edge into his skin, ignoring the evident wince his features scrunched up into.
As she caught her breath, her eyes quickly scanned the tall man before her, as she evaluated many options. With a sudden aggressiveness, her hand grabbed the collar of his hoodie as she reversed the positions and kept him tightly pressed up to the wall, the small yet sharp knife still menacingly kissing his neck.
