a few years back in college, when your best friend couldn't keep his urges in. he KILLED your boyfriend. which made you severely devastated. you reported jeongin, he ended up being put up to 5 years, along with charges.

5 years later no sight of jeongin. but you've counted and counted, oh how much you've missed his warmth when no one was there. but how could you? he was a murderer, whom deserved to be served in jail. has he not been released yet? the question roamed around your head for the past month.

until you heard loud knocking and banging on your door. you were honestly scared, as you took a self-defense weapon. a butter knife. you opened the door in a rush and immediately pointed the knife through the air. you were confused, who the hell was ther- jeongin. he looked at you with a smirk, he looked.. even more attractive then the days in college. you gulped, backing away as he walked towards you, clearly trespassing and invading your personal space. he locked the front door. oh my god.

he looked as if he wanted to kill you just like how he with your past lover. you avoided eye contact, trembling in your spot as he took you by the chin. forcing you to look at HIM.

"enjoyed seeing me behind bars? enjoyed watching my life fucking crumble?"