A Kiss For A Kiss

18

The letter he gave me read:

If you find me again...

...kiss me.

A devious smirk curled on my lips. I had planned on finding him before even opening the envelope, but this? This was almost too perfect. Funny how the tables have turned. Jungkook used to be the one chasing after me—now, it was my turn.

I lied to him during our last conversation, telling him our relationship was nothing but lust and desire. How did he even believe that? Did he ever know me at all? Maybe I hadn't kissed him enough. Maybe I hadn't shown him just how cruel and deceptive I could be, just like him.

Doesn't he see it? The glaring similarities between us—two people with hardened hearts and darker pasts. We deserve each other, even though all we seem to do is lie and inflict pain. It's who we are. It's in our nature. We hurt and we get hurt. It's like karma's twisted game, binding us together in a love that isn't about need, but about want. A dangerous, destructive want.

I'm not going anywhere. And neither is he.

Come find me and kiss me?

Fine. With pleasure. If Jungkook thinks a kiss is all I want from him, he's in for a surprise. I'll remind him just how wrong he is.

For three years, I was a coward—afraid of him finding out the truth. That it was me who blew up that hospital, not Kim Chul. But now? Kim Chul is dead, and so is my hesitation. Jungkook can take his act of nobility and shove it. He's no saint, and neither am I.

Jungkook and I are the same—manipulative, ruthless. He should embrace my dirty tricks just like I embraced his. We are both heading straight for Hell, and maybe that's exactly what fate has in store for us.

...

It took me two days to track Jungkook and his gang down. Surprisingly, they'd gone south, a far cry from his penthouse in the northern part of Seoul. Jisoo pulled some strings to help me find them—she had her own reasons for wanting to locate Taehyung. I tried prying the details of what happened between them at the party, but she kept tight-lipped. The way they were all over each other, though, spoke volumes.

I admitted to Jisoo how jealous I felt. She can just run back to her ex without a second thought, while all I get is Jungkook playing his cold, detached games. Life isn't fair. Maybe I pissed off the gods without knowing it. Either way, both outcomes suck.

But at least I didn't deserve the dagger I plunged into Jungkook's heart. Or maybe I did. Maybe that's why he's out there now, potentially killing people because of me. It's ridiculous. He wouldn't go on a killing spree out of heartbreak, right?

Right?

"WHAT?!" I scream into my phone, disbelief choking my voice. "HE WHAT?!"

Jimin sighs on the other end, sounding exasperated. "Oh, now you're surprised?" He laughs bitterly. "What did you expect? For him to cry into his pillow like a lovesick teenager?"

"Listen here, Jimin Park." I grip my phone so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack in half. "You ignore my calls for three years, and the first thing you tell me is that Jungkook's on a damn suicide mission?!"

"He's not going to die, don't worry."

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, fantastic! That's supposed to make me feel better?" I groan in frustration, biting my lip. "I don't have a solution for this, Jimin."

"I do." He pauses. "We know you've figured out where we're staying. Taehyung noticed the virus on our main drive was no coincidence. So, come over tonight and distract Jungkook."