Chapter 3

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No one's pov -

Taehyung was practicing basketball along with his friends for the upcoming tournament in their university.

It was break time. Taehyung was drinking water when his best friend spoke to him

"Are you still bothering girls back in the university?" The person said in a firm voice.

"No Jungkook." Taehyung said, "And I never bothered anyone except her"

"Y/N?" Jungkook asked.

"Yes." Taehyung replied.

- Jeon Jungkook- 21 years old- Talented, Kind, Jolly- Student in Seoul University

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- Jeon Jungkook
- 21 years old
- Talented, Kind, Jolly
- Student in Seoul University

"I knew it! Haha! Coldie's in love with another coldie eh? Haha! Oh Taehyungie likes his so called enemy!" Jungkook exclaimed teasing Taehyung.

"What? Yew gross. I will never like her." Taehyung said with a disgusted face.

"Oh really? But I can see you love her already let alone liking her." Jungkook said winking at Taehyung.

"What are you on about? You've gone crazy because you are not getting to see Han-Ja isn't it?" Taehyung asked.

"Why would I want to see her ?" Jungkook replied hiding his flustered face.

"Oh Jungkook, everyone knows you like her. Make a move come on." Taehyung urged.

"Aish. You brat I don't like Han-Ja." Jungkook replied.

"Yeah whatever." Taehyung said and went to practice again.

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Y/N's pov -

It's 1:30 a.m

I'm working on an assignment which I have to submit tomorrow. I feel sleepy but I decided to complete it. Suddenly my eyes fell on a small passport sized photo on my table.

I took it not remembering who's photo it was. But my face lost it's colour when I saw the person in the photo.

"Aura" I uttered remembering my elder sister.

I smiled remembering our happy memories and the times we spent together oh so happily.

But my happiness was always snatched away from me.

She died. Or did she?

She was murdered. Murdered by my own father.

Remembering those traumatic moments made my mind wobble and a lot of thoughts kept coming up. I did not want to remember all of that again.

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