The sudden frosty breeze kissed my steaming skin as I stepped onto the tiled floor. My teeth began to clatter, being exposed to the chilly air past the glass of the shower. Gripping onto the brim of the fluffy white towel that felt like a cloud as it wrapped around my body, I walked past the granite walls that were the same smokey grey color as the tube in the corner of the washroom. The polished round bathtub had a hollowed out square shape on the top that let the water fall down like raindrops. Under the bath, there was a gold light peeking out, matching the light elegant palace chandelier dangling from the high rise ceiling. The washroom was connected to another small room that most would call 'The powder room'. It was the same size compared to my underground bedroom.

The right wall had a built-in quartz countertop filled with products of beauty lines that I could only dream of having. At the end of the table, there was a metal pole underneath with a cube of the quartz attached, enhancing the table's modern beauty. The vanity table was paired with a marble cube used as a seat, a long vanity mirror that stretched from one end of the wall to the other hung over it. Small light bulbs framed the mirror with a palace chandelier that hung in the middle of the ceiling. An Ottoman's circle sofa that had jewels shining inside of it sat in the corner of the room with a furry grey throw. It lay beside the thick, smokey floor length mirror, matching the sparkling circle wallpaper.

My once puffy red eyes had disappeared from the steaming shower. My hair was still dripping with beads of water as it dragged down the side of my face. A deep sigh escaped from my lips, squeezing the last bit of despair out of me as I stared my reflection down in the mirror.

I grasped my phone that laid on the counter, sliding my fingers to the power button. It's been two hours since I have been in the washroom, two hours I wasted on tearing myself apart. But it was no use crying any more, what was done was done. I couldn't turn back time and take back my decision, at least the worst was over now. I could go back to living my somewhat normal life, adding to the fact that I now lived in a new place, sharing a room with a complete psycho. I give myself a tight smile in the mirror.

Great. Just great.

I looked over at the pyjamas that were already folded on the Ottoman's sofa in the corner of the room before I had come inside, the maids probably left it there beforehand. I picked it up, the light pink silk pyjamas were caught in the light of the gentle gold colour that hummed inside a section of the bathroom wall, making it glitter almost like it had golden stars inside. A small pocket on the corner of the shirt was embroidered with the initials of 'EJ' in golden thread. I gave myself a soft scoff, my finger tracing the two cursive letters. That's right, I reminded myself. I wasn't Elyna Barcairo any more. I was Elyna Jeon, the wife of Jeon Jungkook, the crowning king of the underworld.

≈ Flash back ≈

Waves of heat coursed through my blood, a cold sweat glistened on my forehead from the bit of moonlight pouring in through the window above my head. My eyes sunken from exhaustion, my skin was swollen, everything ached, everything sagged. The glass of water stared at me from the bedside table. I took a sip and plopped back onto my huge pillow. Lying in my small bed, I stared at the ceiling, urging myself to fall asleep, but a constant shiver went down my spine, tossing and turning through the soft mattress. It was useless. I noticed my room felt much smaller than usual, like there was something outside pressing against the windows, aching to come in. Maybe it was the noise. It is probably the noise. Tap. Tap. Tap. A thousand, million taps at once.

The language of water. It was sickening.

Her footsteps were creeking on the wooden stairs that smelt of pinewood. Her hands quietly knocked on my off-white bedroom door, "I'm coming in!" she murmured under her marmalade voice in the dark cold hallway. Mama's long, pale legs, hidden away in her favorite black tights, slowly strutted across the wooden floor. With every step she took towards me, I could see the pain hidden in her face. She sat down next to me on my brand new white comforters that smelt of cinnamon.

"Having trouble sleeping?" A groan ripped through my throat, I felt too weak to even mumble a word, but this was nothing new. It always happened whenever the sky decided to drop its tears from the clouds above.

A shallow whisper escaped from my lips, "I feel so sick..." a desperate calling, that's what someone would have called it. I felt mama's hands clasp above mine, as she gently rubbed my knuckles with her slender fingers.

" I know baby... I know. How about I tell you a story? Would that help?" I let my lips form the closest thing I could to a smile, scooching my body closer towards the wall, making enough room for mama's body to fit beside me. She fitted perfectly, wrapping one of her arms over my head and using the other to pull the airy covers over my small body.

"Once upon a time, in a small village far, far away, there was a man who lived in a house made of straw with his beautiful wife and beloved daughter. But the man wasn't a very good person. He did things that he shouldn't have done. But he wanted to protect his family, from the things he had done so they decided to live a life hidden beneath the dirt, away from the wary eyes of the villagers."

"Living with his happy family, the man was filled with joy. He had a brave daughter and a loving wife who bore his second child, that is until troubles arose from the king he worked for. The man was looked down on by all the nobles in the country. He was upset and angry by this. He wanted to change the way they looked at him so he decided to create a masterpiece; something that no one could replace."

"He distanced himself from his family ,working day and night. His wife warned him about the chaos he would bring to the world, but the arrogant man ignored her words. He mixed potions and spells in hopes of achieving his dream, until one day, he stumbled upon the answer he had been waiting for, for months to come. He rushed to his wife and daughter, showering them with kisses and love from the sudden erupted joy. However, a thought came across his mind in the midst of celebrating. He needed someone to hold the power he brewed in his lab, someone he knew he was able to keep by his side."

"The next day, he wandered the village for hours, trying to find anyone who deemed to be trustworthy of being the first to try his new found spell. But he could find no one who he could deem worthy. He set back home, devastated. He moved around his bedroom for hours that night, crying in despair. All of his hard work was a waste, he thought. Suddenly, he looked at his wife's sleeping figure on the bed. A deep sorrow began to flow within him. He could never give his wife what she deserved, the thought saddened him. He bent towards her sleeping figure, mesmerized by her beauty, holding her hand gently over her round belly. A devilish thought popped inside of his mind. His unborn child in his wife's womb was the answer he had searched for. The unborn child would be his great creation."

"When his wife heard about her husband's wicked plans, she was shocked. How could the man she loved think of such a thing? She told her husband that they couldn't let their child be a sacrifice for his greed. Her husband ignored her words once again and acted against her will. Once she was fast asleep on a cold rainy night, he fed her the potion he had made. She woke up from the sudden pain in her stomach but it was too late. The crime was already committed."

"A few months, later his wife gave birth to a baby girl who was just like her mother. From her frosty blue eyes to her pale skin that seemed as white as fresh snowfall, her lips red like blood roses, but the only thing that wasn't so fair about her beauty was the birthmark on the side of her body. A small black rose that represented death and despair. Her mother feared what might become of her precious child if brought into the wrong hands, what chaos she would bring..."

"Years passed and the little girl showed signs of capabilities she held like no other human could, it was unimaginable. The arrogant man was happy once again. He cherished his daughter like there was no tomorrow, showering her with gifts and kisses. But their happiness had ended when the villagers grew to know of her powers, they were frightened of what she was able to do so they took her from her mother, her father, even her older sister. They kidnapped her, hiding the poor little girl in a tower hidden in the enchanted forest so no one could find her again. From that day on, she never saw a soul again and grew old in that tower, all alone, always praying someone would come and save her but no one came, because no one was willing to save someone like her."

I gripped onto the edge of my blanket as I snuggled deeper into my bed. The fever had quivered down, almost like it was never there to begin with. My eyes were slowly falling, feeling like weights, "Mama, why do you always make me listen to this bedtime story?"

"So you will always remember not to make the same mistake as the little girl, my baby, even when I'm not with you." I smiled at the sound of hearing her voice as she stroked the back of my head.

"Don't worry mama, I'll have a happy ending... I will grow old with you and dada, and Jisoo too."

Mamas let out a small chuckle, "Yes Elyna, you will have a happy ending..."

I sat up, staring into her bright eyes, "I'll have lots of friends. I'll even find a handsome prince who will love me the way dada loves you." Her smile dimmed just a bit as I let out my last words.

"I hope you know mama loves you. That she loves you so, so, so much."

"I know. But I love mama more." There it was, her smile, the one thing that made my world feel complete.

"Come on, get some sleep now," she said as she tucked me back into bed.

I felt her soft red lips brush against the top of my forehead while she patted my back. The drops of rain echoing through the empty room were drowned with mama's gentle hums, putting me into a deep slumber like the wicked curse wished upon Aurora by Maleficent.

I wished time would stop then. I wanted to be held in her arms forever, never fearing to let go. I wanted to remember every smell to every detail, not wanting the moment to fade away but her honey-like voice casted a spell on me. A happy smile placed on my lips as I fell asleep soundlessly in her arms, tricking me into dreaming about my 'happily ever after' which was bound to never come. 

..........

The bathroom door let out a weak creek as it leisurely cracked open, the darkness that had fallen over the room like a velvet blanket slowly began to emerge. A cover of pitch-black surrounded the room, all that was left was the faint glowing light from the waterfall across the polished floor. It was enough light to allow me to defecate, where everything in the room was placed. The reflection of the light pranced off the water and some of the glass cabinets, causing the room to replicate a world beneath the sea, seeming to belong somewhere far away where no one could adventure to, almost like Atlantis.

My eyes lingered unsteadily on the shreds of glass that were still scattered on the floor, twinkling even more than before from the shallow light. A cold feeling ran down my spine at the thought of what happened not too long ago. My eyes drifted through the spot to Jungkook's tall, lean figure lying on the edge of the king-size bed, already fast asleep.

Letting the tips of my toes gently press on the marble floor, praying that it won't make a sound, I tiptoed over to the bed. My heart felt a sudden ease standing on the opposite side of the mattress, watching his side of his shoulder rise and fall, with his back facing towards me. Knowing he was already passed out in a deep sleep, an unknown peace filled my mind. The worry of breaking down in front of him again had at least faded, he already saw me cry once, but I wasn't willing to let him see it again anytime soon. I wasn't planning to give up easily in this cold war between us. I'll show him who's boss and make him pay for his father's wrongdoings. So what he's a mafia, he is nothing compared to me.

Gripping my phone towards my chest, I gave myself a tight nod, forcing myself to believe everything was okay. That I will be okay. But feeding myself these lies couldn't stop the tightness that began to arise in my chest at the thought of what might be coming next. I couldn't fight the coming day any more than I could with fate, I couldn't stop what's coming any more than I could call upon the clouds to clear the sky. Maybe it was dread, but not really. What lay ahead was my destiny, it was what my life was being built towards and I couldn't wish it away, no matter how much I wanted to. The change was coming, it had to come. Change or die, wasn't that the new world I vowed to lead?

Placing my phone on the glass nightstand, I moved the blanket aside and slipped in, squirming my body to the edge of the mattress. Slipping one hand beneath the pillow while the other rests on top, I closed my eyes but my mind began to wonder, playing blurred memories from the past that had almost vanished but somehow still made my heart squeeze itself into a tight knot. My mind was a hurricane, whirling the events of the week through my head, letting it bang against my brain. My mind was racing and it wasn't slowing down, faster and faster.

I pinched my eyes closed, forcing the thoughts to stop, telling myself to abandon the emotions that were stirring somewhere deeper than I could reach. It wouldn't stop.

A burning heat spread across my back as much as I tried to hold it in. I gripped the corner of the pillow, feeling my nails dig into my palms even though the pillow lay in between.

I tried to swallow it down but the pain came out like an uproar through my throat in the form of silent whimpers, muffled by the pillow. A single tear slid down from my icy sea eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed its way down my pale cheeks, without a sign of stopping.

The muffled sobs wracked against my chest. My body heaved, my breathing grew unsteady. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone.

The last painful emotion slammed against me before I lost the feeling of feeling itself. Everything darkened into nothing before I passed out into the oblivion of darkness.