Third Person's POV
She took a cab to the bar, to see it filled with people working on rebuilding it again.
She exited the car and walked over.
"Is Namjoon here?"
"I think he just left!" one of the workers answered.
"Do you perhaps know where he went?"
"I'm sorry. I really don't know."
Eveleen sighed.
She was going to go over at his house, and she was not thrilled about it.
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The door of the hospital room opened.
A sleeping Aylin unaware of anyone entering the room.
A mysterious man.
He was wearing all black.
Black pants, black shoes, black coat and a black hat, also a mask, covering most of his face.
He places a piece of paper beside Aylin's head.
With one last look at her, he walked out.
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Eveleen payed the taxi driver and exited the car.
She walked up to the gates of the mansion.
"I am here to see Kim Namjoon."
She said into the little monitor outside of the gates.
"Who is it that's looking for him?" The security guard asked.
"My name is Eveleen Creed! Let him know I am here!" She said kindly.
She may seem calm right now, but her blood is boiling.
She is beyond mad.
"I am opening the door, miss."
The door suddenly opened to reveal the kind guard.
"Welcome!" He smiled kindly and closed the door after Eveleen.
Eveleen thanked him and walked over to the mansion.
Just walking up to the mansion was one long walk.
"Why the fucking hell is the garden so big?!" She rolled her eyes.
Everything annoyed her at the moment.
She finally walked up to the front door and knocked on it.
"Hello!" The maid opened the door, a huge smile on her face.
"Hi! Is Namjoon here?" Eveleen asked and the maid's eyes widened but she collected herself in a split second.
"Uh... I-"
"Please just tell me. I'm already mad!" Eveleen asked softly.
"He's upstairs in his room." The maid answered immediately.
"Thanks!" She said and walked towards the stairs.
Thankfully, Namjoon had showed her around his room the night before when they first arrived to the house.
This was not the house that Namjoon actually lived in.
It was a family mansion.
He still had his room here, the room where he grew up in.
And she somehow knew that he would be here.
She reached for the door and without knocking she got inside.
Namjoon was on his bed, sleeping.
She walked over to the bed, grabbing a glass of water.
If it were a few days ago, she would never be able to wake him up.
But after knowing he's mafia, and the exploding revenge was because of him.
She did not care.
She reached forward dumping the water on him.
"FUCK!"
He sat up, wiping the water from his face before looking at Eveleen with a glare.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like, BOSS?!" She raised her brow.
"Did you sleep well? I'm sure you did. It wasn't you who almost lost your life, of course you slept well." She scoffed.
"Eveleen!" He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at her.
"Yeah... Eveleen is my name. But that is not the topic here. HOW COULD YOU RISK THE LIVES OF MY SISTERS?!"
He looked away.
"It wasn't me who did it!"
"It was because of you it happened." She glared down at him.
"How could you not even care about your workers? You never even dropped by ONCE, to see how Aylin is doing, or Jennie or Jisoo?!" Eveleen paced back and forth.
"Eveleen. I am sorry. I never intented for any harm to come your way or the girls." He got up from the bed, stopping infront of Eveleen.
"That's because you didn't think of the consequences Namjoon! Just because you're a mafia you can't go around destroying people's lives. It will all turn around and come back to you. ESPECIALLY the ones around you."
She sighed.
"We are quitting!"
His eyes widened.
"No, no, no! You can't quit." He shook his head. "Look I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"This is not just your fault..."
she took a deep breath.
"It's mine too... I should have never pushed them into applying for this job." She teared up.
Ughh...
Why was she being such an emotional bitch, right now?
"Shhh... I'm glad you did. I'm happy you applied for this job." He put his hands on either side of her face, pulling her close, into a hug.
"Namjoon! We can't work here anymore."
"Look," He pulled away from the hug, to stare at her face, "Before I didn't care what I did because I never had to worry about someone else. But now..." He caressed her cheek, "I have someone I'd give up my life for."
(End of chapter 36.)