"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

IS HE STILL!?

I saw Jungkook standing in front of my company, but I know it's just an illusion that has haunted me for about six months. I despise him; his image torments me whenever I catch a glimpse—it's so lifelike.

My men confirmed Jungkook's death; he is gone, so why can't I escape his memories? A tear rolled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. I was now at the rooftop of my company, feeling the cool breeze.

Suddenly, a man stepped forward, and as I looked into his innocent doe-like eyes, I froze when he whispered,

"Why!?"

He then jumped off the building, causing my heart to plummet. "JUNGKOOK!?" I almost screamed in shock, taking a step forward, but Mrs. Choi pulled me back. "What are you doing, Ms. Lee?" she asked, her shock evident. I looked down, realizing Jungkook wasn't there at the bottom; it was just another illusion that almost led me to jump.

Taking deep breaths I turned to Mrs. Choi, who appeared concerned as I stepped back, tears welling in my eyes. I swallowed my sadness and made my way to my office, feeling overwhelmed. This is driving me insane.

I hate you, Jungkook.

I hate you so much!!!

I was sitting in a car with Taehyung, newly initiated as a mafia member, and he informed me that I was about to embark on my first mission. Irritated, I glanced at Taehyung, who was fixated on a sweet old lady with a cane walking down the sidewalk.

"Boss, you said you'd assign me a mission, not have me chase after a grandma," I grumbled, to which he merely sighed in response. "Your mission is to retrieve that bag she's carrying," he said, leaving me stunned.

"But she’s a grandmother!" I complained, what harm can sweet old grandma do? Rather she would be sharing those sweet old horror stories to kids scaring them away, yet his serious expression made me roll my eyes.

"Fine!" I conceded, stepping out of the Mercedes. Honestly, what kind of mafia takes from an old lady? And now I was the one doing it on my very first mission. Cursing him under my breath, I approached the elderly woman.

"Hey, grandma, don’t mind me taking this bag," I said as I tried to grab it, but she smacked me with her cane and then punched me in the stomach.

"What the hell!?" I exclaimed, realizing this was no ordinary grandma. As I tried again to seize the bag, she unexpectedly leapt up, and my jaw dropped in shock. She opened her cane, her cane turned out to be a fucking sword!

"What the heck?!" I yelled as she charged at me, swinging the sword. I barely dodged her attacks, and in a moment of desperation, I yanked her hair, only for it to come off and reveal a grandpa underneath. An old shrieky one

"What the actual hell!?" I cursed as he shrieked and attempted to stab me with the sword, but I managed to evade him as he attended to raise his leg to kick me it got stuck, causing him to lose balance and drop the bag.

Grabbing it, I quickly scrambled to my feet and laughed as he struggled to uphold his position. He groaned in pain, regretting ever lifting his leg, which only made me laugh harder as I made my way back to the Mercedes.

Taehyung was laughing hysterically, and his laughter was contagious, making me chuckle too. I climbed into the car, and he started driving, still chuckling. I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress my own laughter.

"Stop it, you jerk," I said, and he gradually quieted down, but soon burst out laughing again, making me giggle, which quickly turned into full-on laughter.

Out of curiosity, I opened the bag, and to my shock, it was filled with bombs and explosives. Taehyung looked at me in disbelief. "This isn’t just any grandma; it’s a bomb grandma!" I exclaimed, and he responded with a chuckle, calling her "Grandpa." I turned my attention to the road as he revealed,

“By the way, your payment’s been processed.” I looked at my phone. "One million dollars!? No way!" I exclaimed, unable to comprehend it. I turned to him.

"So taking out Grandpa gets you a million bucks, huh?" He chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, and there are some crucial missions ahead, so stay alert." My mind drifted to a different subject, heavy with thoughts of Yn. I wondered how she was doing, closing my eyes as a tear slipped down my cheek.

I miss her terribly these days.

Fast forward six months:

TAEHYUNG'S POV:

I was at my desk reviewing the mission reports, which were brimming with victories thanks to Jungkook, just as I had anticipated. He stands out as the top fighter, being the best performer and the highest-paid, earning $12 million per mission.

As I sipped my champagne, Jungkook walked into my office, and I couldn't help but smirk, sensing another successful mission. When I took the papers from him, I was stunned to see it was a resignation letter.

He laughed How was the suprise dick head? I couldn't believe he just called me “dick head.” With an incredulous expression, I shot back, “How dare you?” as I glared at his mischievous eyes.

“I’m your boss!” I shouted, only to hear him chuckle in response. “Boss, my ass. I don’t have a boss,” he retorted, making me roll my eyes. Wasn’t the money enough for him? How much did he want? I asked, meeting his sarcastic gaze.

“I’m a millionaire now, and I’m launching my own company. Bye, I’m running late,” he said, striding toward the door, a proud smirk on his face. Watching him leave, I couldn’t help but chuckle; he has grown up so fast.

Few months later:

YN'S POV:

Ms. Lee, tomorrow we have a celebration for our victory and awards for the company. I heard we’ve been recognized as the top company and will receive the best company award. Mrs. Choi squealed, which made me turn away and focus on my work.

“Fine,” I replied, brushing it off since I was preoccupied with the new project and waiting for my employee to present it at the meeting. Then, an advertisement for Future Tech caught my eye. My fingers froze, and I felt a dryness in my throat.

I tried to dismiss the feeling, but it lodged in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Is he still alive? I gasped, my fingers trembling. Part of me wishes he had lost his memory.

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