It has only been one day since Kihyung's death. My mind focus on one thing. His death. It was an unexpected one. The image of him being hang against the lamp post keep flashing in my mind and I can't stop drinking to bury my sorrow and grief away. My phone rang and I had to leave immediately. It is Mr Song and I'm sure he is about to do autopsy on Kihyung. I resigned yesterday evening but of course I have to put two weeks notice before closing the case. I decided to investigate in silence and make other team mates sees it as a closed case. I have two weeks to get evidence before I leave my career as a detective.

I remember the sound of his parents crying when they found out that their one and only son is dead. It keeps echoing in my ear. They blamed me for his death. For not keeping the promise to take care of his son while on duty. They're right. I failed. I failed in my career and my love life. What had gone wrong? As I walked into the mortuary where Mr Song is, he look at me and frowned slightly. "There's nothing much about Kihyung's death, Sung Hoon. He was probably killed during dawn. Like we always knew him, Kihyung will usually arrives earlier than others and gives each and everyone coffee and donuts for breakfast." He sniffles a little. "He was a nice kid, Sung Hoon. He doesn't deserve this." I could hear a crack in the old man's voice.

"Anyway, you should see these photos instead." Mr Song lead me to his laptop and show me the photos taken by my forensic team. "If you think that this us the same suspect that killed those women, then probably you're on a right track." I look at Mr Song, slightly lost. "Those past murder cases, they were marked with inverted cross according to what Kihyung said. If you look through the body, there isn't any inverted cross carved on him. However, from this photo angle, the front view, what can you see?" I lean closer to the laptop and frowned.

The way is body was hanged up side down and his arms spread open horizontally and nailed on the plank. It somewhat reminds me of how Jesus was crucified. But this one, it is an inverted crucifix. I'm sure from my facial expression, Mr Song know that I've already figure it out. "There's no marking on his body, Sung Hoon. He is the marking itself."

"Tell me about yourself Na Ra..." I almost choke on the kimchi when Jungkook suddenly asked me that question. Here we are, just the two of us having lunch at his place. The rest are not around except Aunt Yoong who is busy with house chores. "We going to have a tv interview at 3pm, Mr Jeon. Don't think it is a good time for us to talk about personal details." I said as I continue eating and he gazes at me. "Well in that case you owe me one tomorrow. We going to have a long drive to Gwangju. Plus it is not me who is driving." He smirks and I sips on my drink. "Then we can use that time." I bite on the meat as I look at the juicy meat. "Yoongi really knows how to marinate the meat well." I complimented.

Jungkook dropped his chopstick causing a loud clink against the bowl. "Finish up so we can go back to the office." He snapped. He and his mood swing. I finish up my food and when I was about to carry the dirty utensils, Jungkook stopped me. "Leave it. Aunt Yoong will do it. I pay her after all." He said and I really feel pity for the old lady. "We have two hours, Na Ra, lets go to the greenhouse at the backyard. It belongs to Namjoon hyung. He loves to do gardening. He loves nature." That caught me by surprise. Namjoon doesn't look like one. I followed him to the backyard and it is huge. Like bigger than my high school field or college even. He opened the glass door to the green house and let me enter first.

It is filled with different type of trees and flowers. I'm surprised honestly. "Namjoon plant all these?" I gesture and Jungkook nods. "Took him awhile but he did it. He begin to do gardening at the age of 13 up till now." 13 years old? Means they have stayed in this house for a very long time. "Then what about you, Jungkook? What do you like to do?" I asked and he take a sit on the wooden bench and look up at me. "That is unfair.. I asked you about yourself and you gave me reason that is just meaningless. Now you asked me about my own hobby?" He arched his brows. I was about to say something but Jungkook's phone buzz. He smirked deviously and put back his phone in the pocket.

"Fine... let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm the only child in the family. My dad died while my mother was heavily pregnant. Few months after his death, I was born. However when I was three months old, my mother hand me over to Grace Church to be under their care and protection since she can't support me by herself. I'm kind off mad but Sister Ye Jin taught me to love. Love my parents no matter what since they are the reason I'm born into this world. Be grateful. So yeah I grew up in the orphanage but mother visited me once in a while. Until I graduated high school and go for college. There that is all about me. Boring right?" I turn to look at Jungkook who is gazing at me intently.

"Let me ask you Na Ra. Be honest since you're a christian. No lying. Do you feel any connection between us? Even though I've known you for few days but it felt like I've known you for a long time...don't you think so?" He asked as he clasped both my hands in his. I looked down at our hands and I don't know how to answer him. Last night I dreamt about us doing such disturbing act in front of Sung Hoon and today here we are in some kind like a romantic scene from a movie.

"I saw the way you look at me, Na Ra. Your eyes right now is begging for me to touch and kiss you right?" Jungkook's voice is getting deeper as he leans close to me. "So what is it Na Ra? What do you feel? Do you want me to kiss you or let you go?" His hands slowly caresses my hands and he tries to find answer from my facial expression. "I remember you didn't pull away when I was about to kiss you in the office before that cockblocker interrupted us. In fact your lips were trembling to be kiss. Quick Kim Na Ra. Decide. Kiss or Let you go?" Why is he pressuring me. I gulped and look up at him.

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