Y/N.

"Shall we go home, little flower?" You must be exhausted." My mom spoke to me softly as soon as Mr. Jeon declared to his team to capture Paxson. But I knew she is trying to drag me from the police station to hook the other Jungkook into some treacherous trench and then my Jungkook.

" No " I shook my head.  " Not until Jungkook comes home.  We are leaving home with him. Without him I am not leaving this place. "

Mrs. Jeon then sliced in to comfort her with calm words ." I am scared."  And all of a sudden my mother spat out these words that almost got me jolt upwards from the spot. She is scared ? Of fucking what?

Thats it. She set forth to blather about the nemesis plot between my dad, Paxton and Uncle Paxson. It almost left Mrs. Jeon petrified. And terrified by myself too. And the whole fucking time when my mother was ranting about the nemesis plot , the other Jungkook 's eyes were on me. Loving and pleasant. May be he was moved that I came out running from a  hospital with a fucking needle still stuck to my vein to rescue him. But the truth is I want him to be alive so that my Jungkook would have a piece of his blood with him. Always.

Hours passed. The officers suddenly barged in clutching the collar of my uncle Paxson 's as they dragged him across the room. They shoved him behind the bars. It was ravishing to watch. " What the fuck? How did they find him?" My mother whispered behind me.

And as soon as Jungkook stepped outside I threw my arms around him. In concern. " Jungkook. I am sorry. I am sorry. Its my fault." My eyes shredded tears that I was the reason he had to go through this. " Its ok." He replied and placed a gentle kiss at the crown of my head. I felt like I wanted to writhe out. Because that's where my Jungkook used to kiss me.

And I did . I slowly untethered myself from him. And his mother rushed to him and ruffled his hair gently speaking sweet words to him. For a split second , something painful struck me. Doesn't my Jungkook deserve this love too? And Ian? Ian deserved this love. It was never his fault being born different. How could  they toss them like a trash?

"Hold on a second. I need to talk to Mr. Jeon. " My mother ,out of nowhere jerked forward towards Mr. Jeon. I furrowed my brows on what she is going to pull now. Because they found Paxson and her plan is going to be futile tonight. Now what the fuck is she even scheming?

" Mr. Jeon. I know what he has done to my daughter is unforgivable. But you have to let him go." She whispered And pretend to tremble.

" What do you mean let him go?" He tried to .." Mr. Jeon exclaimed.

But my mother sliced in" Please, take your family with you and leave this state. "

Wait. Is she offering them a warning? Whatever please Mr. Jeon leave with your family. Just take her words . I prayed inside my head.

Mr. Jeon detested that my mother enjoined him to leave this state like a coward. But only me and the God knew he was ploughing a space for his own dead body to dawdle in. And. There is something going on that Mr. Jeon's presence is scaring the shit out of my mom. May be did he get some leads about the missing kids in the town?

She set forth to rant about Clark and Roy. And how Roy threatened her to get me married to him once I turn eighteen. Which was a fucking lie!. She literally offered my body to him and marked a price tag on me for Roy. And another lie. That Roy was abroad. Lie. Because he literally forced himself on me this afternoon. I dont know how Jungkook made out soon to the upstairs and reached me. If it weren't for him, Roy would have forced himself over me like a mammal.

"They will come tonight. They will not spare you and your family. Please listen to me Mr. Jeon you have to leave this state. " My mom leashed out her act again. Desperate for her lover boy to be out of the prison.

" We talked about this. Mrs.Sarah gave her statement . I have them in records.Your husband will be home soon tonight as per the infromation you have given to us. My team will arrive to arrest him. You have to help me to save you and your daughter Mrs. Rey." Jungkook's father spoke gently " And Paxson is never leaving from this prison. My team is already in search of Clark. Everything is going to be fine. Take Y/N to home. Lock your doors and stay safe. "

Wait.So Paxson is going to be in prison, and then Mr. Jeon will arrest my dad, which means my mother’s entire scheme fell apart? Because if Paxson can’t get out, the plan can’t go forward. They won’t be able to murder Mr. and Mrs. Jeon or my dad. No one will get murdered. And that means, I was the one who actually ruined her plan. I ran here from the hospital to save the other Jungkook,because my Jungkook isn’t in custody and I barged in just in time to protect him, so my Jungkook could take him away like he wanted. And my Jungkook..he came straight to find me, to tell me he escaped custody, that I didn’t need to worry about him? Did he already know about my mother’s plan?

My heart paced up.

Did I do the right thing? Or did I just trade one kind of danger for another? But if saving my Jungkook meant ruining her plan,then I would do it all over again. Again and again, just to protect him. Just for him to have his brother back

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" You fucking piece of shit!' my mother clutched my hair and plunged me to the wall as soon as we stepped inside the house. My face pressed to the wall. " How fucking dare you! How fucking dare you ruin my fucking plan?" She bellowed. " I told you to fucking stay in the hospital.! Why would you run from there and barge into the police station?"

I whimpered as she nudged my face firmer to the wall.." fucking answer me!"

I quaked. " Mom, please… just let Jungkook go. Don’t do this to him." My eyes stung with tears. "I ran all the way to the police station to save him because he’s innocent. That’s the only reason I came... I just wanted to protect him."

" Protect him? Why? Did you already fell in love with that little shit within three days.?" She scoffed.

" No." I whispered. " It was for my Jungkook,mom." She slackened the hold at my hair.

" Your Jungkook? The one with whom you wanted to elope?" She mocked and let out a chuckle. " Why?"

I turned around slowly. Tierd and broken.

" Because he’s lost everything, Mom. Ian. His mother. Everyone he ever had."

My voice trembled.

"This Jungkook,the one you are trying to frame,is all he has left. He is his brother. Please… please take me instead. Do whatever you want with me, just let him go."

Tears streamed down my cheeks. "You want me? Fine. I will come with you. I will obey you. Just… just leave him out of this."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"You fucking piece of shit!," she fizzled. "Mr. Jeon’s been digging. He got a whiff,some leads about those missing kids. If I don’t wipe him out now, he will find the truth."

Her voice dropped into a growl.

"And I can’t let that happen. There is no other way. I need a scapegoat, and his precious little son is perfect for it. This? This was always the plan."

I shook my head slowly, my sobs turning silent.

"Please…" I whispered one more time. "Please don’t take everything from him."

" Rey! Did you submit the documents to the cops?" my father, Paxton, barked as he stormed into the room, fury blazed in his eyes.

"I... I..." she stammered. "It wasn’t me, Paxton. It was your brother, Paxson. But don’t worry, I already told the cops it was him who tried to assault this little shit. He will be out of prison soon anyway. Maxwell is going to help him. And once he is out, Paxton, you can take care of him yourself. We will drain him of every last dime and disappear. Oh and we will burn those documents before we go."

Lie. All of it a twisted and sick lie.

She didn’t want Paxson gone. She needed him free. She wanted him here. That meant only one part of what she said was true,Maxwell will help him out of prison. And who the hell is Maxwell?

And once he is out, everything will fall in place.

The plan will move forward. Paxson will kill Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. And then, my father.And they will pin it all on the other Jungkook. Frame him for everything.

No. No. I can’t let this happen

" Wait. Why did he try to assault her?" My dad's brow furrowed.

" Oh well, he came with Roy just to have a taste of her. To mark a price tag on her body." She smiled with cruelty.

" So how much? How much he wants to pay us for this little shit?" My father asked calmly unaware there is a sick scheme my mom is pulling off. And I dont know how someone can be so stupid trusting this woman. My mom.

" Ah, that’s something we still need to finalize,"Her words laced in a mock. "And Paxton… that poor fool. That boy will be here any minute to check on her,still clinging to that imbecile little crush he has," she laughed out  "So here’s the play, we stage a fight, make it loud, messy,just enough to draw him in. The second he steps in, Paxson will be here. Maxwell is already arranging it. Then you take care of Paxson. After that, we move to Mr. Jeon. He is already sniffing around the basement,he knows too much about my research. We can’t risk it. So we take him out too."

A sinister smirk swayed at her lips. " It’s perfect. One by one, we take them all out. And the best part? We will pin the entire thing on that little brat. And then we vanish."

No. Thats not what is going to happen.

" No, mom.. please. Dont do this. Please I am begging you let Jungkook stay out of this. " I choked on my sob. And my dad, he just rolled his eyes and stormed out of the spot.

" Go upstairs." She affixed me to the spot with a glare.

" No! You cant do this !" I bellowed.

" I cant...what?" She snapped. " Or do you want me to behead your little hero in he custody?'

" He is not in the custody. " My patience ripped. " He escaped them. "

" Oh so you know that. " She scoffed.

" What?"

"Mr. Jeon ordered the officers holding him in custody to eliminate him,quietly, without leaving a trace. But he fought back. He attacked them... and escaped. Now Mr. Jeon has dispatched a search team to find him. And guess who is on that team? Maxwell," she said with a wicked grin. "It’s a shoot-on-sight order, shit. The moment they spot your little Romeo, he is done for."

"No… no..." My chest tightened, heart hammered in head with dread.

She reached out and brushed my hair. "Stop crying, sweetheart. One word from me, and Maxwell will call off the operation."

"Mom…" I didn’t think,didn’t hesitate. I collapsed at her feet and hugged her knees, tears slipped down my face. I looked up at her with desperation that poured and drenched my countenance. "Please, Mom. I will do anything. Just tell Mr. Maxwell, or whoever you need to, to stop the operation. Please… I am begging you. Don’t let this happen."

She tilted her head. "You have to make a choice, Y/N. Either I frame this Jungkook, or the other one dies. There is no middle ground. One lives, one dies."

No. I want both of them alive. The other Jungkook, he is the only family my Jungkook has left.

"I won’t fight you, Mom. I won’t resist. Take me wherever you want, I will do exactly what you have told me to. Just let them both live. Please. Let the Jeons go. We can leave with Uncle Paxson. I will go with you. Just… please."

"And what about your pathetic father?" she snarled "What should we do with him?"

I sniffled, and tried to hold my body as a plan slowly formed in my mind. "Mom… you said you already gave the documents about Dad’s crimes to Mr. Jeon. Let Mr. Jeon arrest him. Once that happens, we can make our move. We leave with Uncle Paxson,no one will suspect a thing."

She paused. Then a dark smile curved her lips. "Now you are finally starting to sound like my daughter." Her voice dripped with twisted pride. "Well... that actually sounds like a very good plan."

She leaned down closer, "Mmm. And what about the leads Mr. Jeon gotten in my research?" Her lips pursed into a thin line.

"Maxwell," I breathed, my hands still clung to her feet. " He is your friend… right?". My eyes begged for anything that would keep my Jungkook safe, keep him alive, and maybe, just maybe, give him the chance at a real family again.

She smirked, and tilted her head. "Wow. Look at you, thinking ahead."She let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, Maxwell can handle that. Sweep it right under the ground. Oh and just so you know," she added with a  grin, "Maxwell isn’t really my friend. He is Paxson’s. He is the one who gets him out of every mess, every crime."

My heart immersed.  Everything felt like a lie,except the one truth blazing in my chest: I had to protect Jungkook, no matter what. Even if it meant playing along with monsters around me.

" So tell me, little flower...." She chuckled. " Will you do anything I say, if I let go of your Jungkook and his brother?"

I nodded and look at her, clung to her feet.

" Will you spread legs for Roy? She asked. My heart thrashed to my chest.

I nodded and let out a sob. She laughed out " will you spread legs for Roy , every night?" She asked again, just to drill it into my head.

I nodded again.

" Will you spread legs for any man we throw you at?"

I nodded again.

" Will you spread legs for any man , Roy throws you at?"

I nodded again." Please just let him go...i will do it.." i sobbed.

" Good.." she shook her leg , pushing me off to the floor" now say it loud. Just dont fucking nod your head."

" I...i...." A choked sob left my mouth." I will sleep with any man you want me to,mom.." I broke into sobs. My chest tightened. My throat clogged with a pebble of dread. " I will . Mom. I will do as you say .let him go. Let him go.. I will do..." I ranted like a deranged person and curled on the floor..

She chuckled. "See how easy that was? All you had to do was surrender.Now get out of my face. Go upstairs pack your bags. We are leaving in an hour"

I didn’t answer. My lips trembled, not from weakness, but from what I had just agreed to. Sell my body and soul  to save him.

Just one more hour. Just until I make sure Jungkook… my Jungkook, gets his brother out and they are safe. Just until they vanish from this wretched town.

Even if I am the one who has to stay behind. Even if I am the bait. The puppet. The daughter of a monster.

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I swiftly shoved my clothes into the bag, my hands shuddered as I crumpled them without care. Tears fell freely, splashed onto the floor. My chest ached with every breath, the weight of what I was about to do compressed down on me like a stone.

My eyes flicked toward the window, the same window where my Jungkook used to come every night just to be close to me. Or was it to hide from his nemesis? A sob ruputred through me.

A faded quarrel echoed from downstairs to my room. Did my mother decided to execute her plan anyway? Why the fuck she is doing this? Did Maxwell gave up on her that he cant help her? No. Fuck no. I should make the other Jungkook to stay in his house no matter what happens he shouldn't be here.

And then, a soft tap echoed against the glass.

My heart ceased to beat for a moment.

Slowly, I turned, each step toward the window feeling heavier than the last. When I finally pulled the curtain aside, my breath agitated.

It was the other Jungkook. He slipped silently through the window, his brown eyes locked onto mine as he stepped into the room.

" What are you doing here?" I whispered.

" I came here to check on you, Y/N." He swallowed hard and walked to my bed. Before his eyes could capture the bag I left partially opened , i gathered it and crumpled it down under my bed.

" You good?" He asked with his frowned brows as he saw me stormed past him to put the bag under the bed.

" Is there anything you want to talk about?" I gulped down cornering his words.

" Were you expecting someone , Y/N? Him? " His jaw pebbled.

" Of course not. " I gently collected his hands in mine and brought him to sit on the bed. " I was expecting you, who else would I expect " I lied to my teeth.

He then scooted backward and inclined his back to the headboard of the bed. I took a breath to construct myself to talk. To talk about, that he can't stay here but go with my Jungkook.

"we stage a fight, make it loud, messy, just enough to draw him in.' my mother's words swirled inside my head and then again, the faded quarrel waved in. To brush off Jungkook 's attention from it I swiftly switched myself to play his girlfriend, because I cant let him go downstairs. 

I crawled to him and sat beside him. "What about uncle Paxson's friend? did your dad find him already?" I shot up the question to drag his attention to me. My heart pounded. I dont want to be like this with him . His warm hands are the not the one I want.

"He will. Worry not. He will be with your uncle behind the bars." He ruffled my hair gently. I squirmed.

"Its so painful, Jungkookie." Tears brimmed my eyes.

" Did he hurt you?" He asked . A concern lingered on his eyes.

" No. No!" I shook my head  "Its so painful to see a man identical to my father's features hovering over me to sexually abuse me..." My voice wobbled and ceased to be blurt out. " I am not going to be the same when my dad talks to me again. It would torment me in differentiating if its my real father or the monster tried to rape me. "Yes. i couldn't face my father any more. No daughter deserved to be treated like this. When all she wanted was love. And I was loved by one man ,but it turned out that he had blood drenched in his hands.

He gently mopped off my tears.

"I am here for you. I would never let anything happen to you. " He gently pressed a kiss to my head.

"Do you know Roy? Have you met that man?" He asked suddenly,my heart caught to my throat.

"Yes. once. "

Lie. I saw him hours before , hovered over me.

"He came for dinner with uncle Paxson and his friend , Clark.I didnt like the way he looked at me. He was lingering his eyes all over body. I felt so edgy. While we were having dinner he stroke his.. "

" His?" He held my hands gently.

" His hands over my thighs and nudged his fingers at them. I got up pushing the chair backwards to the floor and ran to the upstairs. I was scared, Jungkook. I dont know why he.." I broke into sobs. The fear clung to me, that within few hours I will be with a monster to sell myself to him.

"Its ok. its ok. He is not here. Its just you and me. "He  bristled his fingers with mine. And the words. They were exact replica of my Jungkook's. Did he eavesdropped us? When we had our little conversation?

And I didnt like this moment. Because it felt like I was plunged into the same moment I had with my Jungkook but it was not him who is holding my hands.

He lingered as such.

" I am sorry, I ruined your flowers. I couldnt give them to you " I blurted out because I dont want to linger in that moment.

" Its ok. You can make me another one. " He tucked a hair strand behind my ear. Bugs commenced to crawl over my skin. I couldn't see him like he was the one with whom I want to be. My heart already belonged to someone. I can see him only as my Jungkook's brother.

" Why do you call me as sunflower? because you like it? " I asked all of a sudden. It felt distaste as he called me ' sunflower '. Just like my Jungkook called me. And the meaning of my question: why do you even pretend to be my Jungkook? When you are not.

"Why do you give me sunflowers always?" He bounced a question back.

Well, it was because you asked me to, I told myself in silence inside my head. My thoughts suffocated under the weight of guilt and dread. Ever since I acted like I liked him, as my mother commanded me to, he clung to that fantasy like it was real. Like I belonged to him.

He started calling me sunflower. Just like my Jungkook used to. He demanded that I must crush sunflowers in my palms before handing them to him , something I only ever did for my Jungkook. My real Jungkook. The one I loved.

I remember it clearly, when the other Jungkook did that.

"Where are my sunflowers?" he asked after the minute he  stepped inside my room through my bedroom window, the same way my Jungkook always did. Though, he could just come through the front door and my mom wont even question that.

But this wasn't him.

I stood astound. "I didn’t get any," I whispered  and swallowed the revulsion constructed at the back of my throat. And if it were my Jungkook who asked, I would have torn every sunflower from the field, the same field where he says we first met when I was four. A memory I don’t even recall, but he holds onto like it’s everything.

"I knew you would say that."  he chortled and pulled out a bunch of sunflowers from the side pocket of his hoodie. "That’s why I brought my own." My eyes switched to his hoodie. And it struck me. He even imitated my Jungkook's dressing sense. And he tries recreating the moment. Jumping off to my room though window with strawberries and sunflowers.  But his face, countenance it failed to be just like my Jungkook.

He extended the sunflowers to me.I stared at him in disbelief. "Go on," he said, and tilted his head. "Crush them in your hands... like you always did. Like you did for him."

I stood there paralyzed. My heart banged against my ribcage as if it wanted to escape.

"Come on," He urged again, softer this time. "Take them... crush them for me." His fingers curled at mine amd escorted me.

With slightly shaking hands and a throat full of bile, I crushed the petals in my palms. The smell hit me, the scent I once loved, now twisted and rotten. I handed them to him, and the look in his eyes made me shrunk.

" There. That’s better," he smiled. It wasnt warm.

That’s when I understood.

He didn’t want me. He wanted to erase my Jungkook. He wanted everything he had. Or worse, he wanted to take it away from him.

"Do you remember when you said that yellow color looks hideous on you?"I turned around to talk to him, trying to answer his question.

He shook his head.

" No?" my eyes went hide. Because he did said that statement to me once. And that's what I am going to use now, to answer his question.

" I mean yes. " He retorted.

" I just want to assure you they dont look hideous on you. Anything that is aligned with you are beautiful ,Jungkook" my voice became gentle. Because the second I spoke these words, my Jungkook's face flashed into my eyes.

he smiled.

" Why do you crush them always when you give it to me?" He lifted my chin to meet my eyes with his.

"Jungkook, how many times would you ask me that? You always ask that for every day every month every year. " The question annoyed me.

" Please, sunflower I would love to hear it over and over from you. " His thumb touched my lips and I wanted to smack it away.

" Well, when I gave it to you for the first time when you were like seven years old I guess. Something pricked at your fingers. You winced in pain. I felt bad though. So I thought the spiking petals might be pricking too. I would crush them to know if there is anything hiding inside the flower that could prick your fingers. Hence I crush them when I give it to you to blunt anything that hurts your hand. "

No. I did this first to my Jungkook. And then I clearly remember how this Jungkook insisted me to do the same for him .

" There! Happy now. "

" I like sunflowers because you give them to me all the time. Everything in my life revolves around you. Give me thorns. I would love them. Give me dusts. I would love them. Give me pain. I would love them. Anything you give me I would love them Y/N." His thumb found my jawline.

" Why?" . Bugs started crawl over my nape .

" Because I love you, Y/N."

No. Dont. I love Jungkook. My Jungkook.

I blinked twice. Thrice.

" What?" He asked.

" You do?" I moved closer to him as my ears perked to the quareel happening downstairs,trying to drag his attention to me again.

He nodded.

No. My lips ached to say , that I dont love him but my Jungkook. I scooted the other side and inclined to the headboard.

"Maybe I should leave now." He stated.

" No. Dont go." I held his hand. He cant go now. My mom would draft the scheme.  " Your parents are not at home right? what are you going to do alone at home.?" I said, trying to stop him leaving.

" Yeah. They went for dinner " he replied.

" Please don't leave me. !" I inclined my head to his hand, trying to hold him back from the treacherous trench my mom was constructing.

" Umm.. Y/N. I have to go. Mom and dad might be ..." Something was awkward, may be the way I inclined my head to his.

" Its ok. Its just you and me ."  I said the words that My Jungkook used to say to me. " For now."

"would you like it, if I touch you?" His eyes glued to my lips. " Lets try this.stop me if I go too far."

" Yes ." I whispered. No. But I dont want this to happen. I dont want my first kiss with him. Never. Not any time.

He slipped down the sleeve of my gown slowly down. He kissed my shoulder.

Bugs. Insects. Worms. Thats what I felt crawling over my skin. I wanted to writhe out now. I squirmed and my lips accidentally was inches away from his. No. It was supposed to be my Jungkook. Not this one.

His lips were about to touch mine. No god. Please dont.

"I was trying to be a good husband and what the fuck have you done , Rey?"

I instantly crawled down from his arms and reached the floor. A wedge of me was relieved because the moment was wrecked and the other wedge of me was petrified because my mom has set for her plan.

I stepped out.

" Good husband? you were trading drugs illegally across the states. And you fucking used me for your business. You stole my research papers on drugs and used it on innocent animals and innocent women to test them. " . Shit. No. No. She said she wont  do this , why is she pulling it out this now.

He peeked in to get a glimpse of what was happening downstairs.

" I thought you loved me. But you fucking used me.Used my name and forced me to sign on illegal papers without my knowledge as an approval to test harmful drugs on innocent animals and innocent women. " My mom yelled. And it was a staged fight.

" Jungkook, Was that dad? I think you should .." I almost descended down the stairs to stop him from hopping into the trap.

" Stay quite. !" He turned to me and held my shoulders." Dont come downstairs until I tell you.  Ok?". I gave me a nod." Go inside your room, lock the door! Dont open no matter what. "

No. The hell.

" Do you know what happened to our daughter today? Do you know what your brother did.? Do you even fucking remember its our daughter's birthday? No! because you dont fucking care?" My mother was pulling off the perfect act.

" Yes , so what?" Paxton set his hands on his waist. " I never loved you or your daughter. Wait ..." He snapped his fingers and condensend his eyes for one second. " Is she really my child? Or did you spread your legs to the neighbourhood cop. What's his name? Aah. Mr. Jeon! Was his dick felt so good at your pussy you took all my fucking drug trafficking documents to him so that you could escape me?" He mounted his eyebrows at her, putting up the act so perfect.

No. No. Its a trap for this Jungkook. They are trying to lure him down. No. Before I could clutch him he was gone. Descended to downstairs.

" Dare to speak about my father like that , I will fucking kill you! And dont ever talk about my girlfriend's mother like that again!" He crashed a punch on My dad's face. 

" You little Prick!" He slid out the gun from his waistband and set the barrel right at Jungkook.

" No!" I rushed downstairs and stood in front of  Jungkook, trying to conceal him.

" No Paxton!" My mom and dad got themselves tangled with a combat to toss the gun away.  And dad pushed her down to the table. He hoisted the gun at us. Mom stood in front of us, like she wanted to protect us. And she insisted Jungkook to take me upstairs now. And he refused.

And at a stroke my mom slashed the knife right at my dad's cheek, that cut through his jawline. Jungkook didn't wait, he hit the lamp he grasped from the desk and flung to his head.

My dad went senseless and his body plummeted down to the floor.

She then enjoined Jungkook to hold my dad's unconscious body and roll them to the other room. And without any word, Jungkook obeyed her. No. This cant happen. She is smearing his fingerprints into the scene. My mouth twitched to warn him. But I couldn't.

And out of nowhere the door bell rang. Shit. Was that Mr. Jeon? Or Was it Uncle Paxson? However, Jungkook confirmed that he didn't call his dad. I sighed in relief. .

" Who must be?" My mom pursed her lips sinking into deep thoughts. " The cops? Mr. Jeon said he will be here tonight to arrest him. Was it them?"

No. No. God please no. Please don't be him. She turned to me.  " Honey, stay here with Jungkook. "I instantly clung behind Jungkook, trying to whisper her scheme to his ears. We lingered in the room where my dad was lying unconscious.

" No matter what happens outside this door. Don't come out until I say! Do you both understand me?" She gritted her teeth. And the meaning: don't even try to tell him anything. It was actually a warning to me.

The door bell rang again. Aggressively. It alarmed around the house inviting us the unwelcoming panic.

" Mrs. Rey, Let's just wait until dad shows up. Don't go there alone.. what if..?"

" If I don't come back ." She pretended like her voice cracked. . " Take my daughter with you. Run far as you can from this place. Please protect my daughter. Please. " She whimpered. A perfect pretending Whimper.

" Mom, are you leaving me alone?" I whimpered. Precisely, trying to convey her that not to do this.

" No, little flower. I am going to just check who is at the door.. ok. ." She petted my head and moved to the door swiftly. She slammed the door to shut it behind her back. And depicted yes she is doing it anyway.

" Its ok sunflower!"  Jungkook pecked at the crown of her head. " I am here. I am here. Everything is going to be ok."

No. Everything is not okay. Everything is not fucking okay.

" Rey you need to leave right now!" Its aunt Sarah . Why did they drag her here? No. She cant die here.

" What is aunt Sarah doing here at this late night?" I mumbled in dismay.

Hell. My mom lied to me that she wont work out the plan tonight. She agreed to me she will not do anything to this Jungkook or my Jungkook. Lie. It was a fucking lie. She is doing it anyway.

" Jungkook , Please leave. Call your mom and dad and Stay with them. " I warned him instantly. " its aunt Sarah. Nothing to worry about. She means no harm to us."

" No. I sense something is wrong I am not leaving you. " He assured me. My heart thundered to my head. Its happening. Everything. Like my mom schemed.

We sneaked slowly towards the door and opened it to an inch to witness what was going on outside.

"Sarah , what's going on?" my mom asked her calmly.

" He is coming. You need to leave , Rey. Please. He would kill you. Take our daughter with you. Tell her I love her more than anything in this world. "My aunt Sarah sobbed and embraced my mom. My heart wrenched. She embraced her unaware of the fact that my mom is going to back stab her.

A gun shot sound popped clamoring around the house with high resonation. The gun shot proliferated right through aunt Sarah's back of her shoulder.

" Sarah!" My mom pretended to scream in agony.

" No!" I wailed and almost threw my body outside the room. Jungkook clamped his hand to my mouth and pressed me to the wall. I wriggled underneath his hold. He removed his hands from my mouth. Tears poured down my eyes. Its happening. Everything I feared it would happen is happening.

" Stay here!"  He pulled out his phone out of his pocket and placed it over her palm. " Call my dad! I have to save your mom. "

He stormed outside before I could call him. I gazed at the phone. I didn't budge to call them. Because Mr. Jeon steps here, the terrible thing will happen.

" You?" The other Jungkook queried to someone outside the room.

" Yes me." A familiar voice spoke that coupled with a gun shot. I quaked.

My mother coiled and curled wailing in pain on the floor as blood lured out from her one side of her abdomen where he shot her. My eyes went wide. My breath caught to my throat. My body shuddered. As I saw my mom wailing in pain. Who shot her?

" Stay the fuck away from her." The other Jungkook threw his body over the person who shot my mother and I heard a thud sound, probably the person might have thrashed him to the floor. Wait who did that?

" Where is my sunflower?"

I gasped. It was my Jungkook. It was my Jungkook's voice.

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