Lost. Wondering through a seemingly eternal maze of crimson roses, Greta had found herself situated on the Kim estate. Presidential, almost dictatorial mimicking lifestyle reflected through the warmly lit windows.
The light leaking out of the house made the reality of Jisu dying like a distance dream. Then again, that's what luxury does to people.
Numbs the pain temporarily. Eyes carving only what they wanted to see.
"Greta!" A buzzed voice broke out in the chilled air.
She looked up from the pebbled path to meet with an ecstatic Jieun, arms already spread out for embrace. "Jieun! It's so good to see you again." She smiled as the other girl stitched to her body in a tight embrace.
"I'm so happy you could come. I know it's not exactly your cup of tea... but I couldn't think of anyone better than you to come along." She rolled out as she led a trail of footsteps to the open foyer dazzling in the distance like a broken horizon. "Plus, my parents always liked you more than anyone else." She admitted in a bashful octave.
"No, really it's fine. I'm sure we'll have... some enjoyment out of this." She smiled back at the externally flawless girl, the yellow expression on her face eroding slightly as Jungkook's words recoiled in her mind.
As Jieun's steps established themselves with the click of their heels, they had finally reached the den of tycoons.
They didn't even attempt to hide their clear impossible wealth. Then again, everyone knew the Kim family and their divine influence. Reputation bleached to paint the perfect image of this slowly crumbling family.
What denatured her body into fear was the possibility that one of their own could have done it.
"Greta?" A symphony of recognised voices puzzled in unison.
Twisting to the voices as her coat fell off her skin, she was met with an unexpected trio. Namjoon, Seokjin And Taehyung.
Her speculations raced the circumference of her mind, soon joining the pieces together to form the clear portrait of the scene. They were all Kims.
"Taehyung... detectives... what are you doing here?" She questioned as she invaded the space separating them.
"We could ask the same for you." Seokjin sneered, only earning himself a firm hit from Namjoon, catalysing the reaction of Seokjin's almost laboured laugh. "We're here for a family dinner." Taehyung finished Seokjin's explanation.
"Wait... so you're all related?" She asked, not being able to prevent the puzzled contortion on her face.
"Yeah, we're cousins." Namjoon chirped, leaning his large frame against Taehyung as his fingers brought Taehyung's hair to a heightened mess of golden locks.
A bell rang through the silver, gold walls before Greta could even form a reaction, signalling that dinner was ready.
Greta knew what she had to do.
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It was all faux.
The smiles that bled out seemingly amiable conversation was all just a performance of capitalism and everything poisonous in high society.
Not a single frown was present, or solemn saline tear. It was almost as if Jisu had been erased from their wealth saturated minds.
She grinned with her reply whenever one of the Kims would imitate conversation with her, readjusting her somewhat formal dress, making sure she didn't show.
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Fanfiction❝Please delete that. It was meant for a friend.❞ ❝Delete it? But then I wouldn't have anything to blackmail you with.❞ Greta Amaro had a wild imagination, but she never imagined herself burying a dead body with Jeon Jungkook. TWs: Mentions of r@pe +...
