To Love & To Kill

02 | pretend

The bitter scent of IV saline with undertones of alcohol fills the white room, where an injured Taehyung is lying on a small bed.

Standing close to him are Jimin and Jennie, with an awkward silence surrounding them from the moment they saw each other again. But he decided to break it.

"How have you been?" Asked by the man with silver hair. From his stature, his aura showers a sense of success. His clothes were simple, but his wealth can't be left unforeseen.

"I'm good, I guess."

It has been a while since they last conversed with each other. It was still clear in Jennie's memories. The scene was dark for her with the smell of funeral flowers choking her lungs, too much for her to handle.

Before Jimin can ask any more questions, she avoided his gaze and shifted her eyes to the man with a large bandage on his head as he sleeps.

"How's his condition?"

The man can only sigh. He noticed a tear was about to escape her beautiful eyes, so to lighten up the mood, he pushed aside his troubled thoughts and answered her.

"Better, far from the life and death situation he was once been. He will be awake after a few days. But the great impact on his injured head may cause him to lose some of his memories."

He then shifted his gaze on her and looked at her with seriousness. "Jennie, you don't know him. He could be a bad guy. Think of it, he was also in the same room where you and the killer were in."

"No, Jimin. He saved me. I don't know why he's in my room, but while those people were trying to kill me, he's the only one who helped me. Now, let me help him - it's the only reason left for me to continue."

With that, the man can only nod. Seeing her in front of him was already hard for him to believe. What he can only offer is do everything that will help and please her.

He missed his sister.

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"Has he killed her yet?" Jungkook asked thru the phone, with uneasiness being felt all over his body. He hold on to the glass in his hand, hardly caressing it with his fingers as he swirls the liquor inside.

"Last time we talked, he was in her room. He must have finished her already." Jin, the other person at the end of the line, smoothly answered him. It has been too many times that those words have left his mouth.

Jungkook accidentally lets go of the glass from his hand as he loses all of the strength contained from every inch of his body. The pieces of broken glass shattered at the hard floor of his office.

His heart clenches.

He can only hum in response as he touches the small cut in his tattooed finger, where there's an old promise ring he still wears.

After setting aside the feelings that overpowered him earlier, he finally replied. "Tell him to contact me so I can send the money."

With that, he hastily ended the call.

He is breathing heavily as memories from the past kept coming back. Her face, her touch, her smile, her skin, her kiss.

Unintentionally, a tear escapes his eye. Those clear salty liquid he has been holding back for so long finally broke free from his dark orbs.

"She's gone." He softly whispered.

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