After five days of staying at the hospital, the couple was finally allowed to go back home by the doctor. Throughout the week, Jimin is persistently there for Minjeong, treating the younger girl like a princess. She didn't even allow her wife to move an inch, continuously doing everything she could to assist her wife in anything possible because of her lack of movement from the injury. She's also staying at the Kim's mansion for quite a while, and Jimin knows that Ningning would understand.

"Stay there! If you move a flinch, I'll choke you!" Jimin instructed as soon as she sat Minjeong on the sofa in the living room, pointing her finger at the younger girl because why? The girl has been so stubborn since she got out.

She moves a lot. Too much, to be honest. Sure, Minjeong has this obsession with Jimin now, but it would worsen her injury. Jimin got so panicked one-night thanks to the sudden bleeding on Minjeong's stitched stomach that.

"O-okay! Fine! I won't move, I promise," Minjeong assured her wife with a pinky promise, but of course, Jimin wouldn't buy it that easy. With one last glare to the younger girl, Jimin excused herself to the kitchen, leaving Minjeong alone on the sofa to watch TV.

Minjeong could hear the ruckus from the kitchen. Clinks and clanks everywhere, she could only guess that the older girl was cooking, and she was right when Jimin came back to the living room the next twenty minutes with a plate in her hand.

The princess treatment begins again after Jimin sets the plate on their coffee table to rest. First, she fixed Minjeong's short and oversized t-shirt. Then, she placed a napkin onto Minjeong's lap, only to startle the younger girl even more before Jimin reached the plated food again.

"No need for the napkin on the lap, right?" Minjeong asked, thinking that Jimin's princess treatment of her was sometimes just a bit too much.

Jimin shook her head almost immediately, followed by her finger movements to the left and right. "Nope. The napkin is necessary."

"Huh?"

Jimin wasted no time scooping a diligent amount of her handmade fried rice, before pointing the spoon to her wife. "Open up, the food is coming," she said with a smile.

Hell. Minjeong could only flinch before Jimin suddenly shoved the food right into her mouth. This is all unnecessary.

"You know I can eat them myself. My stomach is the one in hurt, not my hands," Minjeong waved her fully healthy hands in front of her wife to assure her even more, but Jimin would be as stubborn as Minjeong.

"No, it's fine, Minjeong. The doctor told you to limit your movements, so your stomach won't bleed for the second time, remember?" Jimin said almost giving her wife a deadly glare. "If you need anything, I would gladly assist you. If you are hungry, I will feed you. If you want to take a bath, I'm going to do that too. If you want to sleep, I'll help you to climb up the bed. If you want to go somewhere, I'll bring you there. If you want to poop, I'll—"

"I am—!" Minjeong immediately cuts Jimin's next word. "I'm fine with everything except that one. I'll do the pooping part myself, you don't need to help me with that," Minjeong ramble with her antics. Somehow, Jimin finds it a bit cute to unsee.

"Okay-okay, I got you," Jimin smiled before her mouth turned into a teasing pout, stroking under Minjeong's chin with her slim fingers. "What you wanna do next after eating, honey?"

Minjeong squinted her eyes, wasn't sure if it was because of how bright Jimin's face had become, or because she was utterly shocked and disgusted at how childish Jimin had been treating her lately.

"You are weird, Jimin!" she shrieks.

Jimin pulled her hands away from Minjeong's chin, and her playful pouts turned into a furrow. "I being weird for a reason, you know."

"And what is that?"

The question makes Jimin furrow even more. Hands on both her waist, totally unsatisfied with the dumbness in Minjeong's head. I do this because you are my wife, and I cared for you because I like you, or probably in love with you already, you dumbass!

Nothing was beyond ordinary after that. Minjeong just doing her own things (mostly playing games on her phone or watching the TV), but Jimin was persistent in sticking by her side all the time. Not that the younger girl hates it, so she just lets her wife do whatever she wants.

It was like that right now. Minjeong watches the TV, while Jimin plays her phone with her head on Minjeong's shoulder.

"Jimin," Minjeong's soft voice pulled Jimin's attention away from her phone. "Yeah? Do you need any help?"

Minjeong was hesitant for a moment. Her needs may be too embarrassing to voice out, but it is better for her to say it rather than wetting the sofa, only to get a disgusted expression from her wife later.

"I want to pee..." Minjeong's voice was low from her embarrassment, scratching her neck awkwardly while her eyes darted to Jimin's for a second before she quickly looked away. "I need help to stand up from this couch, and to sit on the toilet."

Watching how shy her wife has become, Jimin couldn't stop herself from scoffing out loud, resulting in a more embarrassed Minjeong. "Sure," Jimin stood up from their sofa with a smile before putting her arm out for Minjeong. "Hold my arm tightly."

Minjeong didn't say much say much, only grabbing Jimin's arm with a thankful smile.

The older girl led her wife to the bathroom downstairs before she slowly assisted Minjeong to sit on the toilet bowl. Grunting and hissing from her wife worried Jimin, but when Minjeong assured her that she would be fine, Jimin proceeded to let go of her wife.

"Help me pull down my pants and panties too."

"E-excuse me?"

Minjeong lifted one of her eyebrows. "I need your help to pull down my pants and panties, please?"

"Y-you have hands! Do it yourself!" Jimin was too embarrassed at this point that she turned her head away from facing Minjeong despite patiently standing right next to the toilet bowl with her wife on it.

Minjeong sighed lightly, pretending to be defeated by the rejection. "Fine," she said before she tried to pull down her bottom by herself slowly, not until a grunting sound was heard, sending Jimin to turn her head back towards her wife in panic.

"Y-you are pretending!" Jimin argues, trying not to believe any lies from her wife (despite Minjeong just being truthful).

"It's hurt!" Minjeong argues back, but Jimin turns her head the opposite way one more time, trying to ignore the plea. When Minjeong tried to pull her bottom down the second time, she grunted in pain again.

Finally, Jimin knew she would give in.

"Fine! Let me," Jimin turns around again with flushed cheeks. Minjeong always had her own way of pushing every button inside Jimin, and she wasn't sure if it was sexual or not (Jimin thought it was more to the former), Jimin helped her wife pull down her pants, resulting in a louder grunting and hissing sound.

"Tell me if I ever hurt you, Minjeong."

"It's fine. Just keep— Urgh— Keep going," Minjeong tried to hold in the pain with her clenched fists and gritted teeth. When everything went down, Jimin stared back up at her wife's face. "You good?"

"Yeah. Thanks," Minjeong replied despite unintentionally making a light hissing sound from the pain.

The next moment, Jimin turns her body around again, letting her wife do her business before helping her again with her bottom, pulling her up by the arm and walking back towards their living room with gentle care.

They went back to their activity just now. Minjeong watched the TV as Jimin rested her head on Minjeong's shoulder, scrolling her phone on whatever interested her. A few moments of silence were interrupted by Jimin's sudden question to the younger girl.

"Had your dad tell something whether he would be home sooner?"

Minjeong lifted her eyebrows, eyes still stuck on the TV as she tried to switch the channels. "No. He didn't say anything." She put down the remote control, before her hands snaked onto Jimin's free hand, squeezing them all she pleased.

Jimin put down her phone before her other hand squeezed the top of Minjeong's hand. "You know what? I am always worried every time he works outside the country."

"Why?"

"Because he would always go for a quite long time, and didn't say or inform much to us. I wonder if he is fine or not. Also, you know how afraid I am of planes."

"I always worried every time he worked overseas...", Jimin said.

"Planes?" Minjeong turned her head slightly to her wife with a confused look. "Why planes—" she cut her own words short when she felt the squeeze on her hands get tighter. Oh god. Yes. Of course, Jimin was afraid of planes. Minjeong almost forgot about it.

"I'm sorry. I forgot that your parents died in a plane crash," Minjeong smiled apologetically at her wife. They stared into one another eyes for a few seconds only to be interrupted by the sudden knocks from the front door.

"I'll go get it," Jimin stood up from her seat, pulling her hands away from Minjeong before she walked towards the front door in a hurry. She was sure enough that it was their house guard or the cops in charge of their case.

She opened the door realizing that her guess was right.

"Miss Jimin. I'm here to tell you some news. Would you let me come inside for a moment?" the cops in charge said and Jimin wasted no time to invite the older man inside the Kim's mansion. As she invited the cop to sit on their couch with Minjeong's confused expression looking at him, he started as soon as Jimin took her seat right next to her wife.

"I'm here to inform you two that we got Sungjoon in custody at the moment," he informed, staring at the couple who slowly held their hands together, probably to comfort each other or to react to the sudden news.

"We found him drunk at one of the pubs in Daegu, and yeah, it was far. About two hundred kilometres away from here. An officer was in the same pub as him that night and recognized him right away from the police wanted list. We would start to interrogate him shortly. I'm here just to tell you the news, or maybe you would like to say or request anything in reply?"

Jimin's hold on Minjeong's hands got tighter, and Minjeong could feel that her wife was horrified more about him than Minjeong. Tried to coat her face with a braver expression, Minjeong questioned, "Will we be safe now?"

"I'm not sure if I can give an answer to that. We are not sure yet if he had any other acquaintances. So, we will continue to guard both of you until all of this is solved, I can ensure that."

Seeing how quiet the older girl had become, Minjeong flashed a tiny smile to ensure her wife that everything was going to be alright. She placed her hand on top of Jimin's squeezing it gently as she rubbed the back of Jimin's hand with her thumb in a soothing motion.

"Can we meet him? I would like to ask him a few questions," Minjeong requested.

*****

Jimin and another cop helped Minjeong walk her way inside the interrogation room before she was seated on one of the chairs. After the cop walked out of the room, Minjeong held one of Jimin's wrists, preventing the older girl from leaving too soon. "Come closer and bend down a bit."

Jimin did as she asked to, standing closer to her wife before she bent her body. Minjeong gently placed her hands on both Jimin's cheeks before she kissed the soft lips for a cohort second, pulling away with an assuring smile and a soft caress on her skin. "I would be fine. Will you trust me?"

Jimin didn't say anything. She was quiet since they were out of the Kim's mansion, and Minjeong could only tell herself that she needed to comfort her wife all the way possible. "Jimin, answer me. Would you trust me? There's nothing to afraid of, okay? I will be fine. The officer will watch him closely behind the walls. We will be fine, Jimin. Okay?"

"Okay..." Jimin's voice came out weak but deep. "I trust you."

Minjeong smiled once more before she leaned in again to peck her wife on the lips. In the next few seconds, Jimin was out of the interrogation room and Sungjoon entered the room with handcuffs on her wrist.

Sungjoon was seated across Minjeong with her handcuff now cuffed into the locks at the interrogation table. The door was closed and the first words ever came out inside that room came from Minjeong. "Why didn't you kill me that day?"

Sungjoon smug and scoffed obviously loud. He clicked his tongue a few times, only to fuel Minjeong's anger more. "I intentionally did that. Why? Curious?" he smirked. "I could fucking kill you that day, of course. I wasn't that dumbshit weak, Minjeong. You know I could rape you too if I want, but I didn't. Just fucking guess, would you?"

Minjeong was beyond angry at this point that she held both her arms in front of her chest. "Did you plan to do this to me beyond before knowing Jimin?"

The next actions from Sungjoon send chills to every Minjeong sense. He popped his eyes wide, smiling eerily wide with her teeth and gums all visible before she said in such a horrific manner, "The closest people are usually the Lucifer, and I served him. I served the Lucifer."

"What Lucifer? Are you trying to spit jokes on me right now, you idiot?" Minjeong snarled back at him, before he tugged the cuffs in his hands, creating a loud clacking sound, still looking at Minjeong with his horrifying expression.

"The plane crash was never an accident, Minjeong. You should know better."

With that fact stated, Minjeong's eyes went wide open. "W-what did you— How did you— Who are you, actually?!"

The plane crash that took away Jimin's parents' life. That fact was only told to the foster home and Minjeong's family — Her dad, her mom, and Minjeong herself. No one other than the family knew about it, so how did Sungjoon know? Also, what? It wasn't an accident?

"Have you ever wondered what did Jimin's parents do before their death? Have you guys ever wondered—" Sungjoon words stopped when the door to the interrogation room swung open, revealing Jimin in visible tears walking towards him, holding him by the neck of his shirt with gritted teeth and a confused expression. Jimin has been listening to everything behind the walls, and her sudden appearance made Minjeong's eyes ball.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MY PARENTS?!" the angry cries never stop.

Her cries only replied with sarcastic laughs and horrifying expressions, "I SERVE AND LISTEN ONLY TO THE LUCIFER!"

"What Lucifer?!!" Jimin shouts back as she cries. Minjeong tried to stop her wife from choking Sungjoon by his shirt, but the pain in her stomach limited her movements, resulting in soft grunting and hissing that Jimin hardly heard from her own emotional conflicts. "Jimin, please—"

"Tell me!! Who is this damn Lucifer you serve!!!"

"Miss Yu Jimin! I beg you to stop, please!" three cops barged into the room, trying to hold Jimin back from the fumes. She is still shouting towards Sungjoon as the cops pull her away from the criminal, and Sungjoon continues to flash that devil smirk continuously without a stop.

This was too heavy for both of them. Things getting heavier, and it felt like a punch in the stomach. This wasn't mere sexual harassment on Jimin. Wasn't an usual assault out of jealousy. Things were actually more beyond than the couple would ever imagine, and the questions inside their head made it both for them hard to breathe.

What is actually happening?