BLOODY ROSE'S
18

Already late.

Lalisa ran as fast as she could. But the branches of trees hit him, slapping him on the back. But he had to get out of there, to get help..

A scream defended the silence. Tall, loud then, silent.

Lalisa is frozen. He can't look back he knows he can't do it. If he looks back.

He looked over his shoulder.

Look at the body. His blood. Both eyes stared lifelessly at him.

Oh naw.....

"Lalisa!" Someone gripped him firmly, feeling pierced into his skin.

Lalisa opened her eyes and she started screaming. Tanganhya moved wildly, groping the palpable behind her pillow as she wriggled and tried to find her gun.

"Wake up baby.bang..."

Lalisa pointed the gun right between the eyes of the jungkook.

Jungkook was still glued. Pain gripped lalisa's chest, the fucking dream came back again.

Four months. He can sleep like a dead man for more than four months. And now, the dream is back.

"Are you going to lower your gun?"

Lalisa's hand felt like it was going to tremble so she gripped the handle of her gun tighter. Then, slowly, with a heart, put the weapon on the table beside the bed.

"Ma.sorry." lalisa's voice sounded hoarse.

He screamed. For a very long time. His voice was gone and he could only whisper.

No. No, jennie was the one who screamed. When they took her out of the grave and carried her into the ambulance, the young woman screamed and screamed. Until his voice runs out.

Like myself.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?"

The shadow covers them. The light on the table beside the bed was on. Lalisa let it light up like she always did.

With that gloomy light. Lalisa can see jungkook. His chest is exposed. The muscles are shiny. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans. Jungkook has always loved jeans.

As lalisa's vision fell on the lower part of her body. He saw Jungkook's property poking out on the rough patch of his pants.

"Lice.." The voice of the warning tone in the voice of the jungkook. The tone I was analyzing ignored.

Snow fell on the cabin. The cabin, the only place left for visitors at a point on the map, is Gangnam. Made of old wood. That one-bedroom cabin should probably be comfortable and attractive.

Maybe for others it will look like that. But not for lalisa.

That old cabin, that dark swamp. The crickets sound simple and only God knows what else is out there.

They got there in the middle of the night. Jungkook sleeps on the couch, he doesn't force lalisa to make love and why not? And lalisa used her bed.

Then, the damn dream came back again.

"Talk to me, what's in your dreams."

Tired of him, looked after him, behaved as a good man. That's the jungkook problem. Falling down in her heart, behind her tough attitude, she was indeed kind. Doesn't he know that it's dangerous?

"Speaking is the last thing I want to do." Lalisa has never said anything more honest to jungkook. His hand pressed the chest of the jungkook. The man's heart cleared under his fingers. Thumping as fast as his own heart.

His jaw was firm and he could see something on his face, but the jungkook held him back. The fucker held him down.

"You can't keep hiding forever."

The lalisa breath choked, jungkook tofu.

" The dream doesn't matter." He didn't let that be a problem.

" tonight, I want you" Lalisa's right hand outstretched. He turned off the lights.

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Jungkook is really fucked.

Making love with lalisa is not what it used to be. Now, it feels even more powerful. They barely touched and the jungkook was about to explode behind his pants.

Messed up.

The bathroom door opened slowly. Lalisa stepped out. Hair perfect. Not a single one is off the track.

She has smeared her makeup, a touch of height in the eyes and sexy sparkling lips. He was wearing khaki pants and a white blouse.

Perfect.

Lalisa. Their eyes were so tangled and for a moment. Lalisa stopped stepping.

He seemed unsure of something. Then he straightened his body.

"You're awake."

Jungkook looked at his own woe.

" i'm glad you're aware of it."

The voice he heard could be a stifled laugh. However, then the lalisa eye is pounded on the lower part of the jungkook body. And he took a deep breath.

"Kookie.." jungkook could still feel Lalisa's fingers pressing against his body.

"What time do we have to meet the first witness?" Jungkook can play this game. Focus on the job.

Lalisa turned towards her suitcase. "Eight and thirty."

Jungkook stared at his watch. "there's still time for twenty minutes." Time to lift his own body to the bathroom and prepare for work.

It can also be a time to have fun, but with the attitude of 'get away from me' shown by lalisa.

Memories are waiting, though,

Work, that's what comes first.

It's okay, jungkook has got what he wants. It still gets him addicted like he used to be.

It was hard to be able to leave him after one time making love, they were both too flammable of passion.

Jungkook pulled his woe and got out of bed. She's been watching lalisa since when did she not do that.?

And seeing lalisa glance at him quickly and she also saw the view of lalisa falling on the chest of the jungkook. Jungkook couldn't help himself. He had to make his muscles tighten, just a little.

A man has his own pride.

"You're pretty close to death when you get the last wound."

Jungkokk choked and stopped tensing his muscles. Lalisa's words weren't what she expected.

Then, a thought flashed through his head, an unbelievable thought and jungkook stopped stepping.

"You're worried about me?" Because with lalisa, he never knew where he was.

A steady nod of lalisa makes him turn. The woman turned her face away.

"I heard the stabbing just after.." Lalisa heard the news and she did not rush to his side. Not a big surprise. The injury was not his first.

"Only an additional scar?" Jungkook raised his hand, rubbing Lalisa's right cheek.

Lalisa looked back at him, her gaze turning to the jungkook hand. The scar, then looked back into the jungkook's eyes.

"You should call for help".

Jungkook won't talk about the scars caused by the woman, not yet.

"I'm questioning some witnesses. I don't need..."

" In the NIS, you need it" Lilisa straightened her shoulders.

"That's why we go together. The perp we're hunting down, you can't risk it." Lydia

That was the lesson he received with jeon chaeyol. Alias the stalker sorority. A former lecturer psychologist who crosses the line into madness. Because it is no longer satisfied to just see a beautiful young girl. He must touch them. Then kill them.

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