THE MEMORY OF YOU

Moonlit Secrets

The night air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of crickets. Yeonbeen stepped out into the moonlit garden, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.

As she walked along the winding path, the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She knew who it was without turning around.

"Jin," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.

Seokjin emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Yeonbeen, we need to talk."

Yeonbeen's pulse quickened as she nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. What did Jin want to discuss? And why here, in the secrecy of the night?

As they walked deeper into the garden, the trees seemed to close in around them, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Yeonbeen felt like she was stepping into a different world, one where secrets and lies reign supreme.

"Jin, what's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Seokjin's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "I know what you're hiding, Yeonbeen. And I'm here to tell you that I won't let you face it alone."

Yeonbeen's heart skipped a beat as she searched Jin's face, looking for answers. But his expression was inscrutable, leaving her with only more questions.

Yeonbeen's voice trembled with anxiety. "Jin, I have information about Jung Jihoon. He's connected to Jongki's disappearance."

Seokjin's eyes widened, his grip on Yeonbeen's arm tightening. "What do you mean?"

Yeonbeen's words spilled out in a rush. "I overheard Jihoon talking to someone. They mentioned Jongki's name and how he was taken care of.' I think Jihoon's involved, Jin."

Seokjin's expression turned cold, his jaw clenched. "We need to tell RM and the others. We can't let Jihoon get away with this."

Yeonbeen nodded, determination etched on her face. "I'll do whatever it takes to find Jongki and bring Jihoon to justice."

As they spoke, the shadows in the garden seemed to grow darker, as if Jihoon's malevolent presence loomed over them.

Suddenly, Yeonbeen's phone buzzed with an incoming message. Her eyes widened as she read the text.

"What is it?" Seokjin asked, concern etched on his face.

Yeonbeen's voice barely above a whisper. "It's Jihoon. He says: 'You're next on the list. Jongki's fate awaits you.''
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Jungkook's pencils scratched across the paper, lost in his art. His studio, filled with half-finished canvases and scattered sketches, was his sanctuary.

As the wind chimes outside his window gently swayed, their soft melody drifted into the room. Jungkook's hands paused, his ears perked up. Something about the sound seemed off.

Then, a sweet aroma wafted in, filling his senses with the warmth of vanilla. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Where was it coming from?

He scanned the room, but there were no candles, no incense, no visible source for the scent. A shiver ran down his spine.

Suddenly, visions flooded his mind - fragmented images of a life he didn't recognize. A life with someone... someone who called him "Izel."

Jungkook's eyes widened as a low, husky voice whispered in his mind, "My Izel, I'm here."

His pencil snapped in half, his hand trembling. Who was this voice? And what did they mean by "Izel"?

The dreams began to resurface, memories he couldn't quite grasp. A life with someone, laughter, tears... and an inexplicable sense of loss.