It has been four months since Jimin's disappearance, also two months and a half since she was pronounced dead despite the lack of evidence.

Of course, Minjeong won't believe it when they only find a burnt body in the woods with Jimin's hairs on it. The DNA results were never revealed, and the cops kept telling her that the hair only matched Jimin's.

Minjeong wasn't that stupid to believe all the nonsense. Her wife isn't dead. She believed it wholeheartedly despite being extremely broken when she first heard it over a month ago. Minjeong vividly remembers how she kneeled down onto the floor with uncontrollable tears and loud sobbing, regretting everything she had done to the older girl.

In the past few months too, her father suddenly handed their family company to Minjeong, asking her to manage the company internally while Mr Kim would be in charge of meeting their clients out of the country.

Minjeong was in extreme denial at first, hating the sudden job passing. But since it was the best for her, and maybe for Jimin too if she was here, Minjeong ended up accepting the offer, with one condition; she would like Ningning to be her assistant.

Minjeong just needed emotional support from people who loved Jimin to be around her, and she knew Ningning would fill the role the best.

Working while studying sure sucks for both of them, but since they both did it for Jimin, they couldn't push it away.

*****

Five months since Jimin's disappearance, four months since she was pronounced dead suspiciously.

With her father's five months absence, Minjeong walked straight towards her office with her usual cold expression. Following right behind her was Ningning as she stared at Minjeong sitting on the couch at the centre of the room.

"Have you gone to Jimin's grave today? It's her fifth month's death anniversary," Ningning said with a low voice, but Minjeong answered none.

Minjeong gently lay her back down on the couch with her arms covering her face completely, trying to hide the fact that she was about to cry from Ningning. Only god knows how much she missed her wife.

Ningning could read Minjeong's silence before she spoke softly, "Then, excuse me. I'll make sure to buy her favourite flowers and put them on her grave," Ningning said with one final sad smile before she bowed her body respectfully, finally walking out of the office.

The door to the office slams gently, leaving only Minjeong inside. When there's no one to watch her any longer, Minjeong's lips start to waver. Her heart starts to break into pieces again. Her tears fell freely down her cheek again. The sobs escaped her mouth again.

She missed Jimin so much.

"This is so stupid..."

Minjeong remembered the day Jimin was pronounced dead, the girl literally stormed inside the police station, shouting like a madman with mental illness. It is so stupid that they pronounced someone's death only by the hair they had found on the scene.

Did they take her dental record? Where are the other DNA results other than the hair? Why are they so sure that the body belongs to Jimin?

Did someone pay them to lie to Minjeong? Or maybe to the whole world?

"This is so... fucking... stupid!"

Minjeong still couldn't accept the fact 'to this day. Sure, it is stupid.

However, as time passed and there was no trace of her wife at all, Minjeong couldn't stop herself from slowly believing everything. She slowly believes that her wife is really gone. She's in denial, but at the same time, she has no other proof to prove that this is all a mere lie.

As she cried on the couch, her attention was brought back to the main focus.

Who did this to them? Who is that Lucifer? Why?

Why it must be Jimin?

Since her wife was pronounced dead, Minjeong is sure enough that she couldn't put her trust in the cops any longer. Instead, she paid a private investigator to help her solve her case.

Right. He said he had something to tell Minjeong earlier.

After wiping her tears with the back of her hands, Minjeong got up from the couch before she reached for her phone from one of her coat pockets, dialling a certain private investigator number. It didn't take long before the man on the line greeted her back.

"Did you get any words from him?" Minjeong asked as she massaged her brows, feeling a tiny sting of pain on her head.

"He didn't say anything to us, ma'am. But, currently, we are tracking him down and he's now in Taiwan."

"Taiwan?" Minjeong lifted one of her eyebrows in confusion. Why in the world he's doing in Taiwan right now? Didn't he say to Minjeong on the phone one week ago that he was supposed to meet up with their brother's company in Japan? So why is he in Taiwan?

"Track him down. Follow everywhere he goes. Then inform me later."

"Yes ma'am," the phone calls ended.

Minjeong put her phone down on the couch in confusion before she stood up and walked towards the gigantic window of her office, staring at the busy street beneath her. Holding her arms together, her brain couldn't stop thinking about the so-important business that Mr Kim had to do in Taiwan, instead of going to Japan.

Even with many people's words that tried to make Minjeong believe that Jimin was dead, Minjeong wouldn't be swayed that easily. As long as she couldn't get solid proof, she wouldn't believe any nonsense that had been spilled out to her like leaking water.

Thanks to Sungjoon's words, Minjeong also believed that the closest person to her might be the mastermind of everything. Somehow, she realized that the Lucifer might be her one and only father as well.

But since she couldn't get solid proof yet, she couldn't say much about it.

"You also might be the one who did this..."

*****

The next day, when Ningning visited the office after her class ended, she was greeted with the view of Minjeong at her office table with her chin on her hands. The Chinese stared at her in confusion, "Are you okay?"

Minjeong didn't answer her at first, still deep in her own thoughts. But, a few seconds later, Minjeong put away her hands, eyes staring straight towards Ningning. "Let's go to Taiwan, with me."

Ningning brows start to furrow, "What do you mean? Taiwan? Now? It's Tuesday, Minjeong. Are you crazy?" she asked but with a gentle voice despite the confusion arising.

"We need to go to Taiwan, Ningning," Minjeong repeated the same statement with her hands starting to form into fists, softly banging her table. "I just find everything really strange and suspicious."

Ningning gently placed her tote bag on the couch of Minjeong's office, before she slowly walked closer to the girl. "Explain more to me. Why should we go to Taiwan? If it's related to Jimin, I need to know why."

"You knew how suspicious it was when they announced Jimin's death five months ago. All of sudden, the company Jimin was supposed to take over went bankrupt one week after the news. Then, our company got a lot more assets than it used to. All transactions were kept cold by my father with the reason that I was not ready yet to explore the company's finances. Despite my power to manage this company, I still couldn't access a lot of things. My father won't allow me."

"So, it's really about Jimin again," Ningning sighed lightly as she stood right in front of Minjeong's table with a sad expression. "I got you. If it's about Jimin, I would do it for you. Then, why Taiwan?"

Realizing how Ningning's voice starts to tremble, Minjeong shifts her attention to the Chinese to realize that tears start to flow down Ningning's cheek. "I'm so sorry," Minjeong starts to panic.

"It's okay," Ningning chuckled lightly as she wiped away the tears with her hand. "She's my best friend, Minjeong. Of course, I love her as much as you do," Ningning assures the girl before she continues again. "So, why Taiwan?"

"I have a private investigator, remember? They detected my father's movement yesterday, in Taiwan," Minjeong answered before the Chinese eyes went wide open. "He's there? He isn't supposed to be there at the moment."

"Right," Minjeong nodded as she lowered her head again. "I asked them to bug his phone, and now he is there out of the blue when he isn't supposed to be there," she continued.

"Well... that's strange," Ningning said in agreement before it all went into silence for a moment. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, exchanging glances between the tenses before Ningning started to speak again.

"Let's go. I'll do anything for my best friend," Ningning was determined as well.

*****

Minjeong and Ningning arrived in Taiwan around eight at night on the same day. Their arrival was greeted by two private investigators and four bodyguards Minjeong putting in charge of. As soon as they set their foot at the airport, they entered the car as it drove through the night city.

"Tell me the updates," Minjeong's voice was kind of bossy and serious at the same time, but everyone inside the car never questioned why. It is her wife they are finding out about.

"Currently he's at an abandoned harbour, deep in the woods twenty kilometres away from the city. We are not sure what he is doing there, but we'll look closer and we'll find out more about his doings," one of the investigators said as he read his tiny notebook that he's been jotting down details.

"Great. Any other place he visited?"

"There's this one apartment complex he visited from time to time. A luxury apartment building in the centre of the city. You want us to check, ma'am?"

Minjeong didn't answer his question right away, deep in her thoughts before he exchanged words with Ningning. A minute later, she came back with an answer. "I'll go to the apartment with Ningning and two bodyguards. The rest can check out on him at the harbour. Is that good enough?"

"Yes, ma'am. I think we are good with that."

*****

It takes about thirty minutes for the car to stop in front of a luxurious apartment, leaving Minjeong and Ningning in awe of the view. The two girls took another glance at the private investigators in confusion. "Are you sure my father was here out of all places?"

"Yes, ma'am. He stopped by this apartment almost three times every week. He probably rent or buy a space inside. He was here last night as well."

Minjeong didn't question much about the investigator's words, since she had no clue other than to believe this private investigator's words. As she nods her head before the investigators and the other two bodyguards drive away, Minjeong and Ningning alongside the other two men headed straight to the lobby with a determined face.

Minjeong pulled out her phone, searching for her father's picture inside her phone gallery before she flashed the screen to the lobbyist with her usual sultry expression (she didn't use this skill anymore since she got loyal to Jimin).

"Have you seen this man, ladies?" she asked, almost making Ningning puke from hearing them.

Out of the ordinary, her flirting skills work almost immediately. "Yes, miss. He owned an apartment here. May I know who you are?" the two women smiled back at Minjeong. One of them was all giddy, while the other biting her lips suspiciously. We are talking about Kim Minjeong — the girl charmer (who already repented).

Ningning wants to puke so badly at this rate.

Minjeong smirked flirtatiously before she pulled out her business cards. "I am his daughter. No need to be so afraid of me. I'm great at pleasing women," Minjeong winks only to sway the two women even more. It didn't take long enough for the two lobbyists to reveal the apartment number to Minjeong.

God. Please let Ningning puke right now.

"Thank you gorgeous. This is for you two," Minjeong then pulled out a generous amount of cash, showing it off to the two lobbyists before she suddenly pulled her hands back in. "Uh-uh. Not so fast, gorgeous. You need to keep this a secret only between us, okay?" Minjeong ended her words with another sultry smirk, putting her charming skill to use all out.

"Yes! We promise you to not tell anybody about it!"

Hearing their words, Minjeong smiled even wider before she suddenly leaned closer to the counter, close enough to the two women to hear her whispers. "What do you wear to bed, honey? Your body looks so good right now. Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

Minjeong pulled away right after, ending her acting with her playful smirk, playfully showing her tongue a bit to make her act trustworthy even more before she gently placed the cash on the counter. With a final smirk, she left the lobby by weakening their knees in an instant.

Ningning couldn't hold it any longer when she pushed the elevator button to the upper floor. "You disgusting piece of shit—"

"I didn't do it anymore," Minjeong cut the Chinese words almost immediately before she sighed heavily in guilt. "I didn't do that anymore after Jimin. I swear, Ning."

Even tho the Chinese are working with Kim right now between her studies, she isn't all trusting Minjeong fully yet. Despite hearing a lot from Jimin before how much Minjeong had changed for the older girl, Ningning doesn't seem to believe it fully yet. "I'm doing this just because Jimin loves you, and I love her as much as you do. Remember that," the Chinese warns before the door to the elevator dings, the door wide opening, welcoming them to enter.

Minjeong knew she had no right to argue because Ningning had the right to not believe her fully. Minjeong made a lot of mistakes towards her wife, and as Jimin's best friend, Minjeong understands Ningning's view of thoughts. Minjeong didn't mind the hate.

"I know. Thanks for being here with me, Ningning. I appreciate it, really."

*****

Arrived at the floor mentioned, they inspected every number on the door one by one, trying to find that specific door.

How luxurious is this while building actually? How in the world that this wide building only has six doors on each floor? Using this logic, it will be so hard for the people next door to hear anything from any apartment unit next door.

As they walked through the long hallway, finally they found the unit mentioned that belonged to Mr Kim. Minjeong eyes widened in excitement at first when she saw the number, but it all turned into horror as soon as she stepped closer to the unit's front door.

It is a screeching sound of a woman, crying.

It wasn't loud, but it was just enough for anyone from the front door to hear that weak, faded voice.

But, the thing is, Minjeong knew who that voice belonged to.

"I-Isn't that..."

Minjeong wasn't sure if she should believe what she heard, so she turned her head over to Ningning, realizing that the Chinese had the same expression as Minjeong did. It feels like both of their faces went pale all of sudden, blood starts to flow malfunctionally, brains are in an error process.

Is what they heard was real? Or is it just one of their hallucination?

But the screeching and the wailing voice never stopped. The familiarity kept hitting both of them like a rumble of thunder that they couldn't deny it any longer. When the crying voice followed up with a man's voice, that's when Minjeong's patience started to snap.

Minjeong didn't ring the doorbells. Instead, she slams the door hard with her fist continuously, determined to let anyone inside open the door for her at all cost, to let them know how this voice of horror succeeds in making Minjeong unimaginably furious.

It only took a few seconds before the man inside the apartment opened the door for her with a face, "You fucking idiot! Don't you know how to ring—" he spoke but Minjeong didn't spare him more time to do much as she stormed inside the apartment with no explanation with Ningning following right after her.

"What are you doing—" before he could grab Minjeong and Ningning by their collar, the two bodyguards already slamming his body to the walls, pinning him with no escape. "Who are you guys? Let me go, fuck!"

Minjeong and Ningning didn't even spare a glance at how filthy the apartment looked or how the reeking smell could sting their senses.

Because all their attention was brought to the source of the weak screeching voice.

When Minjeong was standing right in front of the doorframe to the bedroom, her knees started to get so weak with the view. It was the same for Ningning when she stopped right behind Minjeong, with the same heart-stopping moment.

There they saw, Jimin was there, alive. But...

There's not even a single thread on her skin. The soft skin Minjeong used to know is now covered with different types of bruises. A small amount of dried blood is evident. The girl looks so pale, almost to the level where they could see her bones. Her hair was so messy like it had never been washed for weeks.

They couldn't take this.

Minjeong couldn't take this.

Not when Jimin balled herself at the corner of the room like that, shivering in fear between her weak wails.

"J-Jimin..."

It was an extremely agonizing view to Minjeong.

Minjeong took tiny steps closer and closer to her wife with uncontrollable sobs. She doesn't know if she should be happy or sad or mad. It all mixed up in a fucking way that Minjeong felt like fainting just by seeing her wife in this state. It became worse when she saw how Jimin reacted to her approach.

The older girl started to flinch between her tears. Nails clawing her hair in despair. Knees clutched to her chest, moving even deeper to the corner, away from Minjeong so she couldn't reach her.

"GO! GO AWAY FROM ME! DON'T COME NEAR TO ME!"

Minjeong keeps walking closer to her wife with a heavy hitched breath, leaving Ningning alone at the doorframe crying on her knees. The closer Minjeong got, the louder Jimin shouted at her. "I SAID GO! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T SEE ME!" Jimin's hard wailing broke Minjeong's heart to pieces. Please, she just needs her wife back. That's all that matters to her.

Jimin eyes start to wander in panic as she throws anything near her the younger woman. A book. A piece of box. A box of tissue. Hell, even the crumpled tissue. She didn't want Minjeong to see her like this. Not in this state. Not when she isn't Jimin, Minjeong's wife any longer. "GO! DON'T SEE ME! I SAID DON'T SEE ME! MINJEONG, PLEASE! GO AWAY!" Jimin ends her frustrating pleads with ear-piercing high-pitched shouts.

Jimin makes it even harder for Minjeong not to hold her close.

Ignoring how messed up Minjeong is from crying and sobbing that her breath hitched so bad. Ignoring how hard Jimin tried to push Minjeong away and hit her body with her bruised fist and agonizing wails.

Minjeong hugged her immediately, so tight. She never wants to let it go. Not even a second. Never.

"LET ME GO, MINJEONG! GO AWAY! DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

Minjeong keeps crying hard between Jimin's neck as her wife still struggling so hard not to let Minjeong touch and see her like this.

Not like this.