"Make sure to never fucking come back here!" she yells at me, but I do not turn around, I leave the house and walk away.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Is there a place you think we could find her if she's not here?" I drive closer to her house but get stopped by a red light. "I don't know..." he shakes his head, having a hard time relaxing and thinking positively. He always lets himself get overwhelmed with his emotions.

"Has she ever talked about a certain place to you? Or maybe mentioned?" I clear his mind as much as I can. "I don't..." he shakes his head and heaves his hand up to it. "The only place she once talked about with me was the beach..."

"We'll go and check the beach then," I go back on the road and make a turn to finally get closer. "Dad...I'm sorry for being mad and so mean to you...I wouldn't have expected that—"

"Don't be sorry, it's okay," I hope for him to not feel bad. "You did the right thing. If I was in your shoes and that I saw that happening, I'd have reacted the same way. This is my fault, I should have listened to you and been more careful, I shouldn't have trusted her."

"It's not your fault...! Don't say that," he shakes his head and passes his sleeve over his cheeks. "You tried your best, and I was too scared to understand it."

"It's okay," I run my fingers through his hair. "I have something to tell you...I wanted to tell you yesterday, but y/n asked me to wait so that she would enjoy the night with you..." he provokes some anxiousness by slowly talking, and I peek at him. "Something happened, that's why I told you to text me and not her if you wanted to talk to her...Seunggil managed to make her open up...and she told him all the things that Harin did to her..." he cries even more heavily as I can feel the tightness in my chest and throat. "She starves her...she's the one who caused those bruises I saw on her body...she once pushed her down the stairs and y/n had to go to the hospital...she even tried to drown her some days ago when we were sleeping...

I feel so guilty and hurt.

"I should have insisted on making her sleep in my room...that wouldn't have happened," he never stops putting the blame on himself when many different actions could have prevented that from happening. "Joonha. Do not feel like you're at fault. If I had listened to you and not let Harin come to our house, this wouldn't have happened either. If I had woken up, that wouldn't have happened either, so many things could have saved her from this. So stop thinking about what you could have done or not, the problem is Harin and no one else. Okay?"

"Hm," he does not accept this truth, but since we are now close enough to the house, I unbuckle my seat belt, and he does the same. I stop the car but make sure he stays in the car. "Let me go and wait here, alright? Harin might be here."

"Hurry up, please," he exudes anxiety, and I reassure him. "I will," I get out of the car and walk up to the front door, and I knock on it in a pretty loud manner.

My heart still beating hard, the door gets opened, and I face the one who I did not expect to be such a monster. "Jung—"

"Where is y/n?" I do not listen to her, her smell reeking alcohol, and her gaze exposing her inebriation. I need to control myself and remember she is a woman, and that I am a way much stronger man who will not turn into the disgusting person she is to make her pay for the things she has done to y/n. No matter how much I want to, I cannot, and I will not physically hurt anyone. This will not help y/n.

"Y/n...? I don't know...Why?" she barely stands on her feet, holding onto the door to not trip over. "Did you see her?"

"She...I think she left somewhere," she lifts one hand up, meaning she may have seen her. "Is she here? Or did she leave the house some minutes ago?"

"I don't fucking know, why the hell would I even care?" she shows her real face now that she is intoxicated. "She left, I don't know. Alright? Why the fuck do you care about this bitch—" she hits the floor right after Joonha nudged his way and brutally pushed her. I hurry to catch his arm before he could make a mistake, and pull him away, hearing him shout at her with anger to call her names. He attempts to go back to her, but I wrap my arms around him. "Joonha, you know this isn't the right thing to do. Stop."

"What did you fucking do to her?!" his sharp voice full of cries breaks my heart. "You're gonna fucking pay for what you did to my dad and y/n, you're gonna go to jail and rot there until you fucking die!"

"Joonha," I pronounce his name to bring him back to his senses, and his tense, trembling body moves back. "I can't anymore..." he drops his body to the ground, and I glance at Harin who sat up to hold her head. Without thinking for much longer, I get inside the house and look everywhere for y/n. The kitchen, the living room, the cellar, which she was afraid of, then I go upstairs, and I walk inside the room on my right but quickly guess who this belongs to.

Her drawings are still here, her closet is open. I burst into the bathroom, but seeing no signs of life at all, I leave and check the other bedroom.

She is not anywhere.

I decide to go downstairs and leave the house, I join Joonha who got back into the car, and I turn the ignition on to head towards the beach.

30 minutes later...

"I can't see her, she's not here either..." his state does not improve the more the time is going without knowing where she is. I believe, deeply believe that she would not do anything wrong. Even if she must have been hurt by what she saw because of a misunderstanding this morning, which must have made her think that I lied to her and broke my promises, I believe she would think about Joonha and how much she knows that he cares about her and loves her more than anyone.

"Dad..." his sorrowful voice kills me, my worry and fear consuming me. "Let's just drive around the city, she must not have gone so far..."

"What if she walked without knowing where she was going and got lost? Or what if she fell upon a bad guy...? Maybe she was so heartbroken that she—"

"Stop thinking about all those, Joonha. We are going to find her, she is nearby, we just need to look more," I give him hope, despite how fearful I am too. "Can't we call the police?"

"They won't do anything about it because she's not a minor. They'll take much more time to do something than us, I know how police work here, and they won't help at all," I tell him, my eyes scanning the surroundings without taking a break to make sure I do not miss her. "But what if we don't find her...?"

"We will, and she'll be okay," I make a statement I am not even sure of, and he looks out of the window, quietly while sniveling. Knowing he is not alright, I take his hand and hold it. "We're gonna find her."

•••

3:30 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

The rain slowly dripping onto my skin, I look up at the bright sky, the sun still shining, the water drops glowing under its beams. I close my puffy eyes, my feet hanging in the void and I pull on the grass that I am lying in. I do not even know if I am still alive, I must have lost my mind.

Maybe I should go back to Joonha. Even though the distress and number of stabs my heart took today, I now can remember the reaction Joonha had last night. How concerned he was, how hurt he was to get to know what I went through. He would not have cried if he did not care about me, but I could not think about that when everything around me fell apart.

I miss Joonha, but if I go back to him, I will have to face his father, and I do not want to. The thought of them making out, the thought of him throwing the ring and bracelet out without feeling anything, this feels like my heart is getting ripped off.

Not going back in their lives might be beneficial to them though. If Joonha threw her out and got mad, she will for sure never go back to them in order to not get into trouble, so they will not have to help me with the investigation, interrogations, and the court thing.

Moosaeng will be hurt as well though, and his daughters too. I know I do not mean anything to many people, but I know that if he ever gets to know I jumped off this cliff, he will never be able to handle the pain. He will be so heartbroken again, he will feel guilty for not calling the cops on her when he wanted to. Joonha will feel so guilty as well, and he will probably cry like he did last night. I do not want them to feel all of that because I wanted the pain to end.

That is not the right thing to do...

There are people who love me, my best friends, Joonha, Moosaeng, and his daughters. I should not do this, but every time I think of all the things my stepmother told me about my dad, every time I think of the way Mister Jeon played with me and indirectly threw me out, this is so complicated to think properly and not want to see an end to this struggle.

Having no tears left to cry, the pain in my chest still aches me, so I open my eyes to look up at the blue sky but realize that the rain has become much heavier. It is literally pouring when it has not rained in weeks.

The feeling of Joonha crying because of me weighs on me, so I sit up and look down at the emptiness beneath my feet, and the road that is more than three hundred feet below.

I peek to my left to set my eyes on the box I have not let go of, and I grab it to lay it on my lap. I open it and gaze at the Rolex. The one I bought for my dad's birthday but never got the opportunity to give him.

I turn the top of this pink box and read the note I left on it long ago.

Happy birthday, dad!

I hope you'll enjoy this special day and rest a lot because you deserve it. It may be the first one we celebrate together, but I want you to know that this doesn't matter to me, I still want to pamper you and show you that you mean the world to me. No matter the years that have been wasted, this is in the past, and I am more than happy to be by your side until the end.

I love you so much, and I always will.

The clueless girl I can see through those words reminds me of all the hope I had, all the happiness I felt when this was written. I wish I knew everything back then. I would never have spent many hours, days, and years looking for him so desperately.

Feeling like it is nothing but self-torture, I close it and stand up, finding it difficult to even push on my knees. I keep the box with me and leave this place.

30 minutes later...

I keep my eyes fixed on the wet stone floor and follow an imaginary path, stepping on each stone and slowly making my way back to Joonha.

I bring my eyes up to the sky, the rain still falling down and soaking me, I lay my eyes on the rainbow, ignoring the few people around me, but out of nowhere, as if this was just a dream, I hear someone shout my name.

I turn around to make sure this is not just in my head, and as soon as I see the one I missed running towards me, my heart speeds up, and I stress out. "Y/n," he takes me into his arms, and I hug him back but hear him cry his eyes out, feeling his body trembles against mine, his arms hold me tight. "I was so fucking scared...I thought I'd never see you again..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like that," I apologize for what I did, and his quivering, hard breathing full of grief confirms what I thought would happen. "Don't ever say sorry, please. You didn't do anything wrong," he presses a kiss on my cheek, and I finally feel my heartbeat again. I feel good. "But I'm sorry for scaring you..."

"No..." he runs his fingers through my wet hair and gazes at me, with his red puffy eyes. "For how long have you been walking in the rain like that? You're gonna catch a cold, you need to get in the car with me, and my dad's gonna drive us back home so that you can dry your hair and warm up, okay?"

"I don't want to see him..." I shake my head, liking the rain more than what I know I will go through if I enter the vehicle. "Y/n," he places his hands on either side of my face to cup it. "This was a misunderstanding, okay? She drugged him...he doesn't even remember anything, and he never threw the jewelry out."

"Are you lying to me...?" I have a hard time believing him, even though I know she would be capable of doing this again. "I'm not. I promise. I would never live to you about this, my dad would never lie to me about it either, and if he did do anything with her, I would not even talk to him anymore. So I promise I am telling you all the truth."

I stare into his eyes, and he takes his dry hoodie off. "Put this on, your body is so cold," he makes me pass my head through it, so I lift one arm up to slide it in the sleeve, and I do the same with the other to wear his warm clothing. "Come with me," he takes my hand. "We're all going to talk about it together. You know I'm protecting you, I won't put you in a situation that I know will hurt you."

I trust him and walk up to the with him, feeling the pounding of my heart hit my chest on repeat. Once we get to the car, he opens the back door and makes me go in first, then he joins me, sitting right by my side instead of getting in the front.

I do not ever put my eyes on Mister Jeon, not knowing the details yet and still thinking about what has been replaying in my head this whole time. I hold the box on my thighs, but Joonha puts my seat belt on for me, and he takes care of doing it for himself.

"Where were you? And what is this?" he brushes his fingers over a stinging spot on my cheek, so I touch it and look at him as the car started moving. "I was walking, and I don't know. What's wrong?"

"You have a small cut and a bruise," he unknowingly reminds me of earlier. "Oh, it's nothing."

"Did you go back to your house?" he guesses who did this, and I do not lie. "Yes. I wanted to get this," I mention the box. "Did she hurt you again...?"

"She was drunk..." I do not deny it, and he heavily breathes out but kisses my temple. "I'll take care of it and put a band-aid on it," he looks down. "What is this box though?"

I open it to show him. "A watch. I put all my money into it for my dad's birthday when I saw him again, but I could never give it to him because he left the day after."

"I'm so sorry..." he strokes my arm with his thumb, and I close the box. "Don't be. I'm gonna sell it and get a lot of money from it. So I'll buy much useful stuff."

"Pamper yourself with it, you deserve it," he wraps his arms around me, seeming very cuddly. I smile, and no matter how bad I know this is for my brain, I peek at his dad, but luckily, he has his attention over the road.

10 minutes later...

We finally reach the house after a calm ride, and Mister Jeon drives the car in the garage. Seeing Joonha unbuckle his seat belt, I do the same, and he first gets out, so I follow him, but he watches every little move I make as if he was still worried about me.

He takes me to the house to finally feel at home, and we take our shoes off. "Have you drunk alcohol?" he asks me as his dad has not entered the house yet, and I shake my head. "She threw some at me. That's why you can smell it," I put the box down and take his hoodie off to give it back to him. "You should wash it. The scent must have got on it."

"It's fine. Just...don't ever leave or go back there, please...You can stay here from now on, and I want you to. We'll go and pick up all your stuff if you want, but I want you to live with us now," he does not really give me a choice since I cannot go back to my house anymore unless she leaves. If she eventually leaves it, I would not want to live there by myself. I hate the house, the memories, I do not want to be there anymore.

"I'll stay here and make myself as discreet as—"

"No," he does not let me finish my sentence. "Just live like you would do it if it was your own house. You're a part of us now."

I smile at him, but this curve fades away once I see Mister Jeon come in. "I'm gonna get changed, I'll be in my bedroom," I step towards it to avoid him, and Joonha lets out a small 'Okay'.

I am not ready for the talk, this makes me very anxious.