JJK: ᏟᎻᎪՏᎷᏆᏟ ᎷᎪҒᏆᎪ ՏᏢᏆᎬՏ ✔

50: Is it the END?

Author's POV:

It's been almost 2 weeks although there is no trail of Y/n, she didn't go back since she left that canteen.

Jungkook is scattered and stressed, he is working like something is eating him up alive but he can't get himself to face it. After that night Jungkook also didn't go back to the mansion with Jin he contended on living there (Gwangju) he knows where Y/n is, but he can't see her crying. He wants to console her but he can't mutter himself to face her yet. He knows that Y/n needs time to get over the traumatic shock and he is waiting and waiting. 

Y/n, she did a small funeral of her parent's herself, her father was an orphan so she has no relative, nor from her mother's side. She is existing but not alive, she isn't only wailing over her parent's death but also... over the death of her new relation.

She is living in Gwanju in her old home, the place where she was born, the place which is now abandoned just filled with memories of them, old-painful memories. It's hard for her to live their alone where every-little thing evokes her of them, but she has no other option than living there...she can't go back there to the people she considers her second family, to the men she loves she can't go there, not now, not anymore.

Just a year, the things she never has imagined happened with her in just a year.

Her life turned upside-down from simple sleeping-eating-working to killing-murdering-plotting. The men's she firstly declares as monsters became her...family more than family. She went to Seoul with the ambition of becoming a reporter but how come she dragged herself into the underworld? Mafia, Agents, Spies...her parents turned out to be Ex-agents, her brother she thinks is living harmoniously in the USA is not there but scattered in those killers. The men she hates the most became her love, the love she never wants to give up on. She doesn't only live with the killers and monsters but she herself turned into one of those. And now when she was jumping from the happiness that everything is stilled everything is perfect, no worries, no doubts, no lying...her life took the biggest turn and everything destroyed again. Her past and her future everything slaughtered.

In these 2 weeks she took multiple attempts of suicide, each day she fights her will of ending her life but she stops herself reminding of taking the life first of the person who made her stand here...the person who destroyed her life, not her future, not her past but her entire life...the men who killed her parents.

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"Good night mama-papa" you smiled greeting the portrait of your mom and dad, your home is in the countryside place of Gwangju, an old traditional Korean home.

You gazed over the mirror you can't even recognize yourself, puffed-swollen eyes, messy-stringed hairs. You plainly darted your eyes away from the mirror and sat down on the old sofa-where your dad regularly reads the newspaper with a strong-hot-coffee you smiled weakly taking a sip of your coffee and cringed when your lips touched the warm cup.

"Mom, look I injure myself" you cried, remembering how was your mom always runs to you with the first-aid box in her hand whenever you cry. 

"I'm sorry, I'm not a good daughter but I promise I will make him regret it, his every-breath"

You wandered over to the kitchen to place the coffee mug and as you spun your eyes landed on the piano, your mom's piano. In these two weeks, it's been your daily routine of sleeping sleepless nights, waking up with puffed-swollen eyes, sipping your dad's favorite coffee, and playing your mom's piano.

"Here I came" you giggled and started playing your mom's favorite tune.

You were so lost, that you didn't notice the arrival of...Jungkook, he slid the doors of the dining room where you are playing the piano, he smiled a weak simper looking at you, his eyes were craving for you for 2 weeks and now when he finally saw you he just stood there staring at you his heart beating louder that he is scared that you will hear him but he just stood there after a while you changed the song tune and started playing your favorite song the lost child and Jungkook walked behind you plucking up a small chair he started singing along with your rhythm.