"Let's go home."

A few minutes ago, you ran into the forest to escape Jaehyuk's capture. But you forgot, there is no place you have passed without his footprints. Getting caught again is a matter of sooner or later.

Jaehyuk slowly took a long drag from the cigar in his hand, expressionless as he observed you standing not far away from him.

Before leaving the villa to handle the rest of the inheritance, Jaehyuk told you to be good at home and wait for him. Yet you colluded with your lover to run away.

Currently, the clothes on his body are dirty, only the tie you gave him is still intact and clean. Jaehyuk without hesitation strode closer, ignoring the fact that you were aiming the gun straight at his chest.

"Hey."

He called.

"Have fun?"

Jaehyuk bent down, intentionally still wearing bloody gloves and caressed your jawline, slowly moving down to your neck.

"Do you like it? It's the blood of the lover you love."

He's right, you chose your lover over Jaehyuk.

He used both hands to press your cheeks, slowly lifting your face, his thumb gently wiping away your scared tears.

"Don't cry. You know I would never hurt you."

"I just want your attention."

But if you're too busy paying attention to others, then I'll just deal with those people.

Suddenly, Jaehyuk looked down expressionlessly at the tip of the gun pressing against his chest.

The corner of Jaehyuk's mouth curled up slightly. His rough hands grabbed both of your wrists again, pointing the gun straight into his mouth.

Jaehyuk is a crazy person.

"If you want me to shut up, you should aim here."

He mumbled, his tone was gentle and extremely considerate.

"Don't shoot my heart. At least give me a chance to look at you."

"Now show me your resolve, mon amour."