|| Want You again || ??

The room was still drenched in darkness, the air thick with the stench of blood and regret. Jungkook lay on the cold floor, wrists sore and mouth dry. His head throbbed violently, his body weak from the struggle, the hunger, and the emotional torment. He was barely hanging on.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A sliver of golden light cut through the darkness, and the sharp click of heels echoed on the floor. Jungkook squinted, pupils narrowing as the silhouette came into focus.

His breath hitched.

Jennie.

She walked in, calm and composed, like she belonged there. Like she wasn’t supposed to be dead.

Jungkook's eyes widened. His pulse spiked. No. No fcking way.*

His thoughts spiraled. She’s alive? How? I… I buried her. I saw her drown. I made sure...

Jennie tilted her head, the faintest smirk playing on her lips as if she could hear every thought crashing through his skull.

“Long time no see, Jeon,” she said smoothly, placing a silver tray down on the table like this was a damn tea party.

Jungkook’s body went rigid. Rage, confusion, disbelief—they all collided in his chest like a storm. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.

“…How the f*ck are you alive?”

Jennie laughed softly, an elegant mockery that sliced through the silence.

“You really thought you could erase me that easily?” Her voice dripped with venom and triumph. “You’re not the only one who knows how to cheat death, darling.”

Jungkook’s fists clenched against the ground. His breathing grew heavier. Pieces started to fit in his mind—every detail the impostor knew, every move he made, every trigger that was exploited.

Of course.

It was her.

She knew his past. His therapy sessions. His weaknesses. The voices. The sins he buried.

“You,” he hissed. “You planned this… with him. That bastard—he’s not doing this alone.”

Jennie leaned in, her face inches from his.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, “you always underestimated me. That’s what makes this so satisfying.”

Jungkook tried to rise, but his body failed him. He looked up at her, hatred burning in his eyes, but also fear—because deep down, he knew…

He was outmatched.

Jennie stood tall, brushing imaginary dust off her jacket.

“Rest well, Jeon. You’ll need all your strength—for what comes next.”

Jennie turned with a smug smile, her heels clicking with arrogant rhythm as she headed for the door. But she didn’t notice the twitch in Jungkook’s hand. She didn’t know that beneath his trembling fingers, he had clutched something—something sharp, something broken. A jagged shard of glass he had hidden beneath his body during the night.

He waited.

And then he struck.

With the last ounce of strength left in his bloodied body, Jungkook lunged forward and grabbed her ankle. Jennie gasped, stumbling, but before she could scream, he dragged her down with the force of a starving beast. Her body hit the floor hard, a stunned cry leaving her lips.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

He brought the shard down, slicing it deep across the side of her thigh.

Jennie screamed—raw and high and loud.