𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Muse 34.

Third person's pov:

The irony of pain is that you want to be comforted by who hurt you.

It was like Jungkook had forgotten how to even breathe normally without a person that used to be nothing for him. He would claw himself to find her face anywhere near him to look at it and feel alive,for once.

Magazines,photos,articles. Anywhere her face was,Jungkook's eyes were there. After the incident with Samara and Jonathan,she never visited him nor he had a way to meet her.

Everytime hr tried,he failed miserably. As much as she hid herself from him,still she was eveeywhere near him and at this point,he wanted her to be near him but it felt like a daydream,for everything to be normal from the start,it was an unrealistic daydream for him.

He only got nightmares. Nightmares that made him hate the word Sleep. He kept himself awake as nuch as he could,white doors creeping him because everytime he looked one of it,it was like there were a pair of eyes gawking at him.

Missouri tried to come up with a solution to save Abalkin's from it's worst downfall ever but Jungkook,he never even liked to even get a glimpse of his face now.

He locked himself whether in his office or in his house,but to Missouri,he always avoided him. At this point,all mattered to missouri was fame and money and he was ready to do anything,so he tried to act smart and was thinking to sell Abalkin's to some other label to which jungkook was unannounced.

Y/n knew what he was doing and what she was doing. He had everything under control,a plan that was going to get all 3 culprits in one grave.

She was thirsty for the revenge but this time,she decided to take it all slow and steady. No one visited Samara anymore ehich had made it even more easier for her to traumatize her,to scare her,to make her go crazy day by day because she couldn't see,talk and move.

After paying her daily psychotic visit to Samara,y/n was on her way to somewhere. She drives her car with one hand as she sips on yer coffee with the other,completely relaxed.

She felt relaxed these days,avoiding Jungkook and just focusing on herself but yet she had plans to sum up with Jungkook later but she had to do some tasks in these days,working on them to not give a single chance for Abalkin's to come to the top again.

Pushing the brakes,she puts on her sunglasses as she steps out of the car,adjusting her jacket and grins seeing everyine gawking at her,her aura was definitely the most noticeable.

She stomps forward to enter the office of The Vogue's Magazine,as she smiles to everyone around her and moves her feet towards the Director's office. "Bonjour!"he jumps up from his seat to greet her and she chuckles,shaking his hand.

"It's been long till I last visited huh?"smiling,she takes a seat onto the VIP couch and takes off her sunglasses swiftly. "What could I do for you,Madáme?"dangling her leg on top of the other,she spreads an evil smirk on her face.

Grabbing a USB from her jacket,she slides it towards him on the table and he catches it. "Everything that you need to create a sensation against Abalkin and get more sales for your articles,is in that USB"

He frowns,looking at it and then back at Y/n. "Samara Jeans. She was the one leaked my clip with a no-name Journalist,Jonathan James. Spread this news like a fire in the industry,publish the proofs everywhere,especially against Abalkin's"

Putting it inside his pocket,he chuckles. "You're really the devil huh? Y/n Rosalia Abalkin. I guess everything I heard about you was totally right"she tikts her head,glancing at him with a kinda smile that gives him shivers.