Chapter 1: (Authors point of view)
~:The beginning:~
~:warning mature content aheah:~

A gun shot could be heard so far, Another again and again and again, the blood was splashing all over the floor and the walls of that dark basement, A lifeless body was hanging by the ceiling by his hands, The blood was continuously dripping down on the floor, The owner of the gun was enjoying this blood of rain he was getting drenched in, what crime must he have done to be there ?

Murdered someone? Kidnapped someone ? Half murderer of someone? Or laughed at someone's sister, his sister.

He was laughing at his state maniacally, the sound of romantic music in the background makes it even more creepier, Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha it was like evil music, His husky voice leaving straight from his throat. He walked towards the body and pulled it to face himself, he looked up and down at him.

?: look at your filthy soul now, Where are you at the heaven, in the hell or still on earth?

His hand slowly slid down his face wiping the blood from the body, he Smirked. The incidents from the party kept roaming back to his mind. His white satin night dress was soaked in Scarlet. He grinned and left the chain, The lifeless body was not at his feet.

?: right there, you deserve it.

He lifted his feet to land it back straight on his face, He started rubbing his feet against his mouth. Not so soon he heard a knock on his door, he wasn't satisfied but he had no choice but to hm at the person against the door to enter.

He knew some of his men would be standing there waiting to get rid of the body, he enjoys it when they drag someone out, and as his expectations, some of his men dressed in black walked in. They came and stood beside the body after bowing at him at 90°. For the last time he spits on his face as they dragged the lifeless man out.

He was dead for more than 2 hours now, but to his pity even after his death, the ruthless man couldn't spare some pity on him, he was abusing and abusing the lifeless body. Finally he could find his way to the peaceful grave two hours after his death.

His wife would never get to know what had happened to him, she'll always stay clueless or she has to pretend to be clueless if she loves her daring life.

The man dropped the gun at the floor as he crouched near the blood pool and Started tracing fingers on it.

You Died So Soon.

You Died So Soon.

Over and over again as the blood kept merging together, and finally He decided to take a warm shower, as he walked up the stairs, the voice of his heavy feet could be heard on the whole floor, maids knew what was coming either bow or run before he came out of that small gate.

~: Safe zone :~

No one was allowed to see him, Not even the maids that worked 24/7 in this house, they are trained for 30 days before having a job at this mansion, once inside only your death could take you out. He likes everything to be perfect neat clean & fine.

As he cascades down the stairs of his royal bedroom, he throws his clothes on the bathroom floor before entering the hit shower letting his skin observe the water and clean the filthy blood of a filthy person.

He wanted to return to his own self, the one he was for the rest of the world, out of these big castle walls. He lived away from the city crowd, he wasn't interested in listening to bikes or cars honking, he was away living in a dark forest, backside of his mansion he had a 69 ft tall cliff, which led straight into a dark ocean.

An ocean filled with dead bodies of innocents and evils, A grave yard 2 km away from his mansion in the depth of the forest.

The water kept flowing on his skin, the water discharged was in red, Under the veil of a dark rainy night, his features are softened by the gentle cascade of water, the droplets tracing delicate paths over his face. In the dim, shadowy ambiance, his sharp contours blend with the darkness, yet his presence remains striking, highlighted by the subtle play of light reflecting off the wet surface. His gaze holds a mysterious allure, drawing one in like a captivating enigma amidst the somber backdrop of the rain-soaked night.

As he emerges from the bathroom, the scent of perfume intertwines with the lingering dampness on his naked skin, creating an intoxicating aura. Wrapped in a plush, luxurious bath gown, he moves with calculated grace towards the dresser, his steps echoing softly in the dimly lit room.

Gazing at his reflection, a smirk curls delicately on his lips, but there's a darkness in his eyes, a sinister glint that speaks of hidden desires and shadows lurking beneath the surface. It's a smile that holds secrets.

He was facing himself as if he hadn't killed someone mercilessly again, just for looking at his sister this time ?

He walked towards his balcony and started looking outside towards his garden, Standing on the balcony, he watched the rain continue its relentless descent, the droplets patterning against the glass like a haunting melody. The forest below is veiled in a shroud of mist and darkness, its secrets hidden beneath the cloak of night.

Leaning against the railing, he inhales deeply, the scent of rain mingling with the faint remnants of perfume clinging to his skin. He wanted to go on a walk to calm his mind, his head was full of negativity, he was hating the scenario that kept flashing in front of his eyes. He was still listening to the same music,

🎵: Come closer, hear the eerie tune,
The melody of the forsaken moon~

The music keeps playing as he keeps sipping a glass full of wine in his hand.

Meanwhile

You hummed softly to yourself as you chopped vegetables in the cozy kitchen of your apartment. The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air, mingling with the soft music playing in the background. Glancing at the clock, you noticed that it was almost time for Jaemin, your husband, to be home from the hospital.

Y/n: Jaemin should be here soon,

You thought aloud, reaching for your phone to call him. You dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. Frowning, you tried again, but with the same result.

Y/n: He must be busy with a patient.

You reasoned, although a hint of worry nagged at you. Deciding to leave him a message, you spoke into the phone,

Y/n: Hey, Jaemin, just wanted to let you know that dinner will be ready soon. Call me when you're on your way home. Love you.

With a sigh, you set the phone down and continued cooking, occasionally glancing at the silent device, hoping for a response.

As you stirred the simmering sauce, you realized that you were out of milk, a crucial ingredient for the dessert you had planned.

Y/n: I'll just quickly run to the store.

You thought, grabbing your purse and keys. Heading out, you made your way to the nearby grocery store, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. Inside, you navigated the aisles, picking up the items you needed.

Just as you were about to head to the checkout, you noticed a masked figure standing in front of the dairy section, blocking your path. You hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Y/n: Excuse me.

You said politely, hoping to get past. The masked stranger turned to you, your eyes hidden behind the fabric like a white curtain between the grocery and the dairy section.

Yoongi: Can't you see I'm busy here?

He snapped, his tone sharp and unfriendly. You blinked, taken aback by the rudeness.

Y/n: I-I'm sorry, I just need to grab some milk.

You stammered, trying to keep your composure.

Yoongi: Well, wait your turn then.

Y/n: But you're deciding and I have to pick just one package of milk.

I was suddenly taken aback as he pinned me the rag, my back hurt his eyes were staring deep inside my soul.

Yoongi: I said keep your fucking mouth shut or do you want me to pull that tongue out from your throat ?

Y/n: oh hello Mr. stay in your limits understood!

You said as you pushed him aside as his back hit the refrigerator.

Yoongi: Are you out of your Fucking mind ?

Y/n: Are you huh ?

Yoongi: When I was the first one to come here so I have the right to choose and take as much time as i want to and I'll be the first one to leave !

Y/n: What kind of fucking mentality is that ?

Yoongi: Shut the fuck up and move from here.

The stranger retorted, turning back to the shelves. Feeling a mix of frustration and unease, You took a step back, deciding to wait until the stranger finished. You glanced around, hoping to catch someone's attention, but the aisle was deserted.

Y/n: Rude jerk.

As you waited, you couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort, wondering why someone would be so hostile over something as simple as buying groceries.

Finally, the stranger moved aside, allowing you to pass. You quickly grabbed a carton of milk and hurried to the checkout, eager to leave the encounter behind.

But as you stood in line, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within you. And with Jaemin still not answering his phone, a sense of worry crept into your heart. You kept looking at your phone for his call back. You were getting worried but somewhere you were relieved cause you knew his job was not about time boundaries.