"Let me in Sun Hee. There is no use in resisting," His voice pierced my eardrums softly as his breath found its way to my nostrils every time his lips parted. Surprisingly enough, his breath smelt like smoke, as though something was burning inside of him. Despite it being a not so pleasant odor, there was something about it that made you want more of it inside of you, made you want him to breath as close as he could to your face so your nose can capture that smell as much as it possibly can. His dangerous proximity didn't fail to make my heart hammer against my rib cage, neither did the feeling of the soft skin of his lips against my ear. I could feel the hot air coming out of his mouth burning my ear as his lips formed into a slight smirk and parting to expose his two front teeth.

My eyes were shut tightly in fear of being captured by his demonic ones which were most probably really focused on my closed eyelids. Every touch I could feel, every breath that hit my face, and every small movement that I sensed caused my body to flinch. His fingers used my jaw as their dance floor, swaying gently across my skin, tickling it in the process and causing my already trembling body to shiver even more.

I tried to push my face away from his touch, but I couldn't. It wasn't that I wasn't trying, but no matter how much you detest his touch, no matter how much it makes you uncomfortable, you still can't bring yourself to push him away. That was his effect. That was what he was best at, and I was falling for it.

"Sooner or later," he whispered seductively in my ear, his lips getting as close as they possibly could to my skin, his fingers shifting to the opposite side of my face," You will open your eyes, and once they are, don't expect them to ever close again."

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I woke up with a slight gasp and a rapidly beating heart, and of course the first thing I did was look to my side only to find Jimin gone. My eyes widened at the familiar situation and I immediately ran to the bathroom. This time, the door wasn't lagged and opened very smoothly, revealing a clean, blood-free bathroom. I let out a heavy breath and allowed my grip on the door knob to loosen.

He is safe. He is alright.

I let go of the door knob and walked back to my bed. My eyes fell on the slight parting between the two curtains that were behind my bed, and noticed the reddish color of sunrays as they found their way into my room. I have to admit, they actually brought some form of life into the room. Ever since Taehyung's death, I never opened my curtains, except for once and it was during the night. My room didn't see much sunlight since then and now that it did, I could immediately tell how dead everything was. Even my face looked so dull and lifeless. The amount of black under my eyes had increased significantly after not sleeping for more than a week, leaving my whole face looking so exhausted and dead. Was I to blame though? No.

Everything happened so quickly that it almost felt like I was getting one punch after the other with no prior warnings. My life took a whole turn and I wasn't really sure how to feel about it, but one thing I did know for sure was that whatever I felt wasn't really as positive as I would've wanted it to be.

For a whole week, we have been doing nothing but sitting around, waiting to hear from the investigator who was in charge of this case. Actually, no, it was mainly I who was sitting around. Jimin was actively working on that case even though he really had nothing to do with it. Everytime I would find it in myself to drag my body around the house, I'd find him sitting down on the couch looking really exhausted with tons of papers in front of him, scattered around messily on the coffee table. He too seemed to be dead and completely drained of energy, but he still found it in himself to skip sleep sometimes and wander around in places just to help with the case, not to mention the enormous doses of caffeine that helped keep his eyes opened when he decided to pull all nighters many consecutive days.

That case, though, was one thing, and the questions I got asked the day the murder was reported were another. Who made the report? Definitely not me. Who was in the house? I didn't know. My answers really did make me seem so suspicious, and the words Taehyung had said to me before he passed away kept replaying in my brain. If I keep involving myself too much with the case without having any forms of evidence, I'll sound suspicious, and might be considered as an accomplice. Those words came out at the wrong timing though, because his death only made it more obvious that I had something to do with it, and it was too late to use the advice of not involving myself any further. A complicated case it was, because nothing was going for anyone's favor, not mine, not Jimin's, not the detevtives, and surely not Taehyung whose soul was taken so suddenly and for no good reason.

I ran a hand through my hair and threw my head back, feeling a sudden throbbing pain arise the moment I did that. My body found it in itself to stand up and move towards the door with the laziest steps it could ever take. The sound of my slippers shuffling against the grey, wooden tiles of the floor as I moved slowly towards the door only made the journey feel longer than it actually was. The door was only a meter or two from my bed, yet that sound only made it feel as though I was walking for years. I saw the way my hands were shaking as I was reaching for the doorknob, and just at that, my tummy started grumbling and I realized that I had gone way too long without eating, that it had already started to mess with my body and its strength.

The moment I was met by the view of my house which I nearly forgot, the first thing my eyes fell on was that pile of papers and pens on the coffee table. I always hated seeing my table so messy even though I myself used to leave it at that when I was too busy to clean up, but seeing someone else mess it up made my blood boil, just a bit. Jimin was nowhere near the couch which caught me off guard. Instead, he was actually standing in the kitchen wearing an apron over his "work" clothes with his sleeves rolled up and his hair well done, his arms working with the pans and the wooden spatula with so much experience and fineness.

My nose immediately captured the smell the moment I acknowledged the existence of food, and it occurred to me that my tummy wasn't grumbling back then because of how weak I was, it was because I had smelled that mouth watering odor, but I just didn't expect to find food anywhere near my kitchen counter.

I dragged myself a bit forward and made a shuffling sound with my slippers which caught Jimin's attention. He turned around quickly and gave me a quick smile before turning back again to the food in front of him.

"Oh, you are awake!" He said with a wide smile as he continued cooking whatever he was making.

"Yeah," I let out, but it came out so faint and so hoarse that I had to clear my throat to fix the tone of my voice. My body found its way to the couch, but the moment I came close to it, I saw more papers and also tissues scattered all over and around it.

"Slept well?" He asked with a bright voice, almost making me forget about whatever we were going through at the moment. His sudden change of behavior raised suspicion in me, making me feel like as though he had hit his head and forgot all about the situation we were in.

I hummed in response to his question and continued looking around the house, still trying to remember the position of everything. Yes, it had been so long since I took a good look at my furniture that I nearly forgot that there was more to my house than just my room.

"You want some coffee? The food is nearly done anyway, so, I can make it after we are done eating if you would prefer that," He offered. I eyed him with suspicion before starting to clean up the space that we were supposed to eat on.

My lack of response made him turn around to look at me, most probably thinking that I was gone.

"You okay?" He asked then turned back to whatever he was doing.

"I'm fine. Are YOU okay? I mean, its not that something is wrong, but like.. I don't know-" I tried saying, but couldn't find the right words to say, mainly because I hadn't talked that long for nearly a week.

"Yeah I'm completely fine. I just figured that maybe you would want to eat something and have your cup of coffee like you normally do," he replied back before transferring the food from the pan onto a plate and arranging it in an appealing manner before carrying the plates to the coffee table. I was already done emptying out the table, so he placed the plates onto the table as soon as he reached it.

"Come on, take a seat. I know it isn't much, but it is food. I know you love food," He said, a smile stretched wide on his face, making him look so bright, in contrast to me.

I couldn't do anything of the sort though no matter how bright Jimin looked. I couldn't return it back. There was no reason really, actually no, there was, but, Jimin shared that reason too yet there he was, trying at least. Me not putting in half the effort he put made me feel terrible but I was way too tired to even think of trying to draw a smile on my face.

"Eat up," he said and handed me my chopsticks.

I looked over at him as he encouraged me to take a bite, causing me to feel a bit hesitant for some unknown reason. My hand trembled a bit as I extended it towards the plate, and seeing it do that made me a bit upset. I was still affected by everything that had happened. My body still found it in itself to tremble every now and then for no reason at all; it just did. Jimin looked down at my trembling hands before forming a frown on his face and taking the chopsticks out of my hands then placing my hands into his.

His sudden action made my eyes widen and my whole body froze. We stayed like that for a bit before he tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows then said,"You are not shaking anymore. Do I have to hold your hands so they don't tremble?"

At that, I pulled my hands away from his and cleared my throat, feeling a shade of red creep up my cheeks.

"I don't find that necessary. I didn't even complain," I said before grabbing my chopsticks again and quickly using it to stuff some food into my mouth to hide my embarrassment.

He smiled at me and stared for a bit before saying,"Do I also have to get you flustered so you can eat well?"

I swallowed down the food in my mouth out of shock and widened my eyes at him.

"What-" I let out annoyingly," Are you okay? Did you bump your head or something? Should I hit you with a baseball bat so you can regain your senses?"

"Tsktsk," He let out before starting his mission of victimising himself," I made you breakfast and made sure you slept well and thats how you repay me?"

I looked at him for a while before saying," So you are gonna keep saying that to me everytime? Do I have to remind you that since you volunteered to do this without me asking it means that you don't get to mention it at all as though it is a favor?"

He gave me his famous poker face for a moment before suddenly locking my head in between his elbow and ruffling my hair harshly.

"Look at you trying to lecture me," he said out in a sarcastic, joyful voice before letting me go once I started punching his arms with all the strength I could muster up. I gave him an annoyed look before aggressively grabbing my chopsticks and stuffing food to my mouth. I was pretty sure that my hair was a complete mess and that my cheeks were flushed red but it didn't matter. A part of me felt a bit happy for that momentary interaction which I had missed so badly. Such moments were what I had looked forward to before everything had started, and I was glad and grateful that Jimin granted it to me today out of all days.

"Be careful or you might ch-" Jimin started teasing me for my rapid eating before my phone rang, catching the two of us off guard.

I swallowed down the food I was chewing before reaching over for the phone and checking the caller ID. I immediately accepted the call and put the phone to my cheek.

"Hello?" I said, my eyebrows knitted in worry even though I didn't know what I had to be so worried about. It was only Chun Hei.

"Sun Hee! Oh my god, I've been worried sick about you! How are you?" I heard her ask, causing a small smile to rise on my face.

"Terrible, I guess. It doesn't really matter for now, I'll be fine, it just needs a bit of time," I replied back.

We kept taking a bit more about things in general for what I would say were five minutes before I decided that I really didn't feel like talking anymore.

"So, what happened? I mean, why did you call? Is something up?" I asked her, trying to not make her feel as though I wanted to end the call because of her, and it was true. I didn't want to end the call because of her, I just happened to talk a lot today after too long and I really wasn't in the mood to continue talking.

"Oh! Right! I'm sorry I got carried away," She chuckled nervously before getting into the topic immediately,"Remember that one time you asked me to look into somebody that goes by the name Jung Hoseok?"

I immediately sat up straight and my body went tense at the mention of his name. Jimin's attention was all mine now, his eyebrows were knitted in concern as he chewed on his food slowly, his ears now trying to actively figure out what was being said to me on the phone.

"Yes! Yes, I do remember! What about him?" I asked her, getting excited but scared at the same time. I didn't know what kind of danger I was putting myself or Chun Hei into by digging in further into Hoseok's information, but how was he to know? A stupid question. Just like he managed to know my address.

"Well," She said before letting out a sigh,"I tried, Sun Hee. I really did. But, I couldn't find anyone with that name. He is nonexistent."

I felt my heart drop at that. What does she mean by that? Jung Hoseok, the person who hypnotized people with his smile, the one who killed others, the one whom I saw once with my own two eyes sitting so casually at a coffee shop, and the one who broke into my house somehow and nearly killed me too, was nonexistent. If I weren't mentally stable, then it definitely wouldn't be bad to the point that I would start making up all of those events. That man does exist, no matter what everyone else says and he-

"Dr. Sun Hee," I suddenly heard my apartment's door bang against the wall behind it, letting in a couple of men into my house, men whom Jimin seemed to recognize.

Jimin and I stood up at the sudden way those men barged into my house.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sun Hee, but you have to come with us," The man, who seemed to be a police officer too, said.

"What? What's going on?" Jimin immediately interfered, pushing my body gently behind his protectively.

"The fingerprints on the glass matched hers. She is under arrest for murder."

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Hello my lovelies!

New updaaattee!

Okay, I'm really really REALLY sorry for this. For not updating all that while I mean. A lot of stuff happened, and I couldn't really update... I actually took a hiatus for a month, then lost interest in writing a bit... so I couldn't really write anything while I was on a writer's block. And just now I had a rush of ideas, so I said, why not? And it is 3 AM right now XD inspiration always comes at the weirdest times.

I know i had said before that I'd try to update as frequently as I could, but things are taking a turn here... exams and all... and I have been getting a writers block a lot these days... so, idk how consistent the updates will be... so I'm deeply sorry... I still do try to write.

Actually I've been keeping this chapter in my drafts for a lot of time now... I would open it and add a few words every now and then when I felt like it... but still, writers block... so yeah..

I'm sorry again, and tbh idk how many of you will still be here but it is okay. Ill try my best.

So yeah, a new update... and idk where this is going but thats part of the journey XD

oh also Ramdan Kareem to all my fellow Muslims.. ik it is too late but still, something is better than nothing ❤

Don't forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

I love you,

-R 💜💜