DEVIL'S DESIRE

TWENTY-SEVEN

Here I thought after that night, I could get a peaceful night sleep but I was wrong. Instead, I'm close to becoming insane. I keep seeing him everywhere. In dreams he haunts me and in reality, his shadows following me. "Haneul ah! Did you hear what I just said?" Do Kyung asked as he stood in front of my work desk. My startled was obvious so are my eyebags. I stare at him for long seconds trying to remember his words. "Have you figure out about the burning incident that occurred weeks ago? I tried to contact any one of them but no respond. Even The Royals has been closed ever since. They're still mourning I guess." Is he really dead?

"Sir, Mr Min is on the line." The lady at the telephone operator interrupted us. Do Kyung walks over to her table and answer the call. His eyes keep glancing at me as he speaks to Mr Min. I heard footsteps approaching and I look up. "It's Mr Min Yoongi. He wants to meet up with you. Privately." Shit! Did he figure it out? I rarely talk to him while I was still with him. Why is he calling the headquarter instead of contacting me personally? "Haneul, I know you're still in despair that he is gone." Am I? No. I killed him. I was the one that burn him and the church down into ashes. "Any particular place he mentioned?" I asked. "Autumn Cafe. I can tag along you if you want." Do Kyung seems worried about me.

"Which part of privately don't you understand?" I have no choice but to be that bitch. "Call him back. Tell him, I'm on my way." I told the lady at the operator desk. I packed my things, grab my helmet and leave the office. Once I arrived at Autumn cafe which is located in a secluded area of Hongdae, I saw  Yoongi sitting alone by the window seat. The tiny bell chimes as soon as I opened the door. The waitress and cashier at the counter welcomed me. I nod before walking over to Min's table. "I didn't expect you to agree on this meet up fast." Yoongi said as he gesture me to sit opposite him. "I don't want to waste anymore time. What do you want, Yoongi?" I asked and he smirked. "I've ordered for both of us if you don't mind. Taehyung said you like Oat Milk latte with two pumps of syrup." My body stiffened when Yoongi mentioned his name.

"How are you holding up? I mean Taehyung is..." I slammed my bike keys to shut him up. "If you're going to waste my time then I'll leave." I got up and he scoffed. "Sure. Leave if you want but heads up, all the six of us knew what happened, Haneul. Honestly, we expected you to figure us out earlier than this. After all, you're one of the best detective in Seoul. Does your colleagues know that you're the one that..." he paused wanting to see my reaction. "I'm guessing no is the answer considering how you're still free like a bird." I am tempted to throw my drink on his face but right now, I don't feel like causing any scene. "He adored and loved you, Hanuel. To the point he asked me what should he do if one day you found out the truth about everything." He is trying to play reverse psychology here so that my emotions will get damaged by his words. Consider it as guilt trip.

"You're done talking?" I raised my brow and he leaned back from his seat, probably amused by my unexpected respond. "Good. Then I shall make my move now." Just when I was about to leave the cafe, Yoongi grabbed my wrist to stop me. "You have to watch your back, Haneul. The rest of the members will be hunting you down for what you did to Taehyung and also our church. I suggest you pack your things and leave. Things will get pretty ugly, soon." He let go of the grip. "I'm here already. You have the chance to kill me but you're not making any moves." I said and Yoongi frowned. "When my relationship with Eun Chae was in dipshit, Taehyung was the one that helped me through. I thought this could be the only way returning the favor. Protecting his beloved." I left the cafeteria not wanting to care about what Yoongi just said.

All those words that came out from his mouth was just a waste of his energy. News been covering about his death and social media been talking about it. I get on my bike and decided to go home straight. I don't want to think about him anymore. I just want to focus on myself. He's gone and life goes on. I increased the speed of my motorbike and begin to park my bike in the garage. "Eomma, appa, I'm home." I said but there is no response. Just silence. They're probably out. I head upstairs to my room and begin to get myself in the shower and do a quick wash up before I start preparing dinner. I switch on my normal hip hop music and begin to take off my leather jacket before everything else. I let the hot rain shower water washes my head to toe and distract me from thinking anything that was being told by me earlier.

Will they really come and find me? If what Yoongi said is true, then I'm fucked. They're literally an occult. The way they kill will be silence and no one knows it will be them. Up till now, the gruesome murder cases that happened around the country remains unsolved and of course it was all their masterpiece. My thoughts got distracted when I realize the music on the radio has changed. It became classical jazz kind of music. I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel before slowly stepping out of the bathroom. When I was about to switch the song back to the original genre, I remembered this song. It was played in his car. I shrug it off and just get dress.

I head downstairs to the kitchen and begin to prepare making dinner. I stood by the kitchen sink while preparing the ingredients for dinner such as cutting the vegetables and slicing the pork meat. I look up at the window when I noticed something unusually happening at the huge tree that is planted few meters away from our house. Since when did eomma decorate the tree? I take a look closely and my eyes widened when I realized what is going on. I dropped the knife and run out of the back door. I run bare foot and my heart is racing, hoping that this is not what I thought it is. I prayed silently in my heart and continue to run. My breathing stop as I stood in front of the tree and look up. The two bodies hanging dead on the tree. "No..." I whispered as I get down on my knees. I saw a paper with my name on it leaning against the root of the tree.

"It begins..." Love, KTH.