ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ɪɪ || ᴋᴛʜ & ᴊᴋ

Chapter 16 || Photographs

Jungkook watched in amusement while the Kangs scrambled around like headless chickens following Mimo's orders. Meanwhile, he ensured Y/n and Tae-hyung's bodyguards stayed close.

Jack who was Y/n's personal bodyguard gave a subtle indication to Jungkook that everything was clear.

Nodding back to Jack, Jungkook turned to Kang Yeri who was observing everything with her usual closed-off look.

He went closer to her. "Shall we?" he asked.

Nodding regally, she began walking away.

Jungkook followed behind her, watching her as she strode through a hallway and then up a flight of stairs. His eyes were glued to her long, thick straight hair that was swishing about her perky ass.

He felt extremely annoyed with himself for not being able to look away from that part of her anatomy. She wasn't just some random woman he could be checking out. She was Kang Yeri, his enemy.

Unfortunately, his eyes or the rest of his body along with his mind didn't seem to be understanding of the fact. He finally looked up when she stopped in front of a room and slid something out.

He thought it was a key, but he realized that it was the same jewelled knife she had used to stab him in the leg the night before Tae-hyung and Y/n's wedding.

Instead of feeling rage, he was disgusted at himself when his cock began to twitch. He watched with reluctant awe as she efficiently and successfully broke into her aunt's suite using just the knife.

The woman in front of him had always managed to get him hard no matter how he felt about her. He tried to avoid her as much as possible. But each time he thought he had gotten rid of her, she blew back into his life like a fucking storm, ripping apart his mental peace and leaving a mess behind.

What was it about her, he didn't know. He wasn't willing to examine what he felt for her, but it was obvious that lust was one of the primary feelings. He also realized that the burning hatred he used to feel towards her was slowly waning off as days went by and they worked together.

He shook away his confusing thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

He watched her as she took a few steps inside her aunt's room and slowly turned around.

Something about the way she was taking in the details of the room, made him think it was the first time she was entering it-which would be crazy. This was her house. The house she grew up in.

He watched as she used the knife once again and broke into another attached room which was the bedroom. She took a couple of steps inside and suddenly stopped short, making him bump into her. He had to hold her waist to stop her from toppling over.

As soon as she found her balance, she turned to glare at him before she shoved his hands away from her as though he carried a contagious disease.

He glared right back. Before he could ask what her fucking problem was, he froze when his eyes fell on the walls of the room.

It wasn't just a room. It was more of a bloody shrine.

There were picture frames of different sizes. And each and every frame had the picture of only one person-his father's.

"This woman is a bloody lunatic who is obsessed with my father."

Kang Yeri was quiet. She was observing the frames closely. "There are handwritten letters, too," she said softly.

He went towards her and stood next to her. She was right. They didn't have to search the room. The letters were freaking framed and hung on the walls in plain sight. He quickly scanned them. They were written by his father when he had been studying in London.