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Nari's POV

As soon as I enter the room, the door closes behind me in a loud stud, but I don't even have time to think about it. I can't help but be impressed with what he has done with the place. It looks like a lab coming right out of a science fiction show with lights and electronic devices everywhere.

There are screens all over the wall in front of me and a table with many keyboards. I can see many things on the screen. Some places in Seoul, the woods we have just crossed to come here, the living room, the courtyard... But one screen, in particular, makes me want to scream.

Namjoon.

My Namjoon.

He is sitting on the floor of a very spacious room, an all-white bedroom. His face looks pale and he seems lost in thoughts. He isn't moving and I wonder if he is even aware of the situation at all. Something isn't right about his posture. What did this a**hole do to my husband?

"I wasn't expecting you so soon," I heard a drawling voice say behind me.

I turn around and he is standing a few feet away from me, wearing all black sweatpants and a sweater. He has his arms crossed over his chest and he is smiling. He looks different from the man in the video, his hair is shorter and dark brown. His grey eyes are fixed on me, empty of any form of emotion, glassy. I have chills down my spine just by looking at them. He is so cold, I can feel it even from a distance. He looks so much like Namjoon, and yet he feels so different...

"But I'm glad you're here, it makes things easier for me. I was scared that this shit of a detective wouldn't succeed in kidnapping you. She almost failed with Namjoon, so..."

He trails off and looks me over, before smiling again. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect while coming here, but it sure wasn't this. He seems too relaxed and he doesn't look like he is going to attack me. Is that a good thing? I can't even read him. His expression is one of someone who has no worry at all, but his eyes... they are so empty. It is hard to tell what he feels or what he thinks.

And what did he mean anyway? Eungi almost failed with Namjoon? How?

"Where is he? What happened?"

His smile is starting to annoy the heck out of me. Do I look like I'm here for pleasantries?

"There is no rush, hot choco."

Hot choco? Eww, lame.

"Tell me where my husband is," I grit between my teeth.

I promised myself earlier that I wouldn't let him get to me, but two minutes into the conversation and I'm already worked up. And he noticed it. In a millisecond, he is in my face and he is pulling my hair, making me look up at him.

"If you don't want your dear husband to die, you will do as I say, Nari. Understood?"

I'm hurting. My head is hurting, my pride is hurting even more. Just because he has leverage on me, I have to do as he says? Damn him! Damn Namjoon too! If only he had listened to me, if he had been more careful... Oh my God, I can't believe I'm blaming him for getting himself kidnapped. It's not his fault! The poor man must be so afraid, not knowing what will happen to him.

"Well?"

"Fine."

He finally lets go and takes a step back. And that smile is back on his face. Although his eyes are still empty. They are ice cold.

"Shall we begin?"

"What is it that you want? Who are you? Why us?"

"So many questions," he laughs.

He watches me for a moment without saying anything. He has stopped laughing and there is no trace of a smile anymore. He is not moving. I don't think he is going to answer though. Maybe he is going to threaten me again. Maybe he'll finally lose his cool and hurt me. Maybe-

"My name is Kim Hyun Soo. Why you? Isn't it obvious?"

"Kim Hyun Soo... What do you want from us?"

He sighs and starts walking around me.

"I want you, Nari Park. I want your body, I want your heart, I want your soul. I want everything."

He says the last sentence as he stands in front of me. This time, his smile is really creepy. And what does he even mean? Is this a love confession or something? Is that why he took Namjoon? To get rid of him and keep me? But he has to know that he won't get away with it, right? Why would he even take such risks?

"I have nothing to lose, so I can afford to be careless at times."

Does he read minds too?

"What do you want?" I repeat in despair. I'm just so tired of his games already...

He sighs and slides his hands into his pockets.

"Sweetheart, you're not paying attention. Why do you think I'm doing all this for?"

I can't help but frown. Does he really think I'm in the mood for riddles? I just want to get my husband out of here safely. I can't think of anything else.

"Wow, how fascinating."

"What?"

"Your eyes. They keep changing colors. Is it because of your emotions? Do they affect your eye color?"

I'm stunned. Is he inquiring about my eye color right now?

"Just tell me what you want, why do you hate us so m-"

"Hate? I don't hate you, I'm just fascinated, can't you see?"

"Fascinated?"

"Imagin living a quiet life, growing up happy and carefree... then right when you turn 18, you find out that your birth isn't an ordinary one. Then not too long after, you see some man all over the media, he becomes a celebrity. He has your face, he has a better life than you, he has everything that you could never dream of. How would you feel?"

"Is that why you started killing people? Because you're jealous of Namjoon?"

He shakes his head.

"Of course not, that was just for entertainment purposes."

I feel like I'm going to puke. Entertainment purposes? How can someone kill others just for fun?! What does human life mean to him? Nothing, apparently. I don't think he deserves to even go to prison. Maybe he should just go through the same thing he made his victims go through. Maybe he should just disappear from this earth, maybe I will be doing society a favor by getting rid of him right here, right now.

I touch my jacket, just to make sure that my knife is still where I put it. Good, now I just need an opportunity to strike. I can't afford to make a mistake. I don't want to put my child or my husband in danger. There is also Soha. She followed me here, trying to help me with my stupid plan. If anything happens to her, Yoongi will never forgive me. I definitely don't want him to hate me.

But I can't do anything now. He is watching my every move, so he'll anticipate my attack. I have to buy time, I need to find a way to make him let his guards down.

"Those women... they all looked alike. How did you do it? Why?"

This time, he doesn't answer right away. He comes closer to me and before I even realize it, he is kissing me. Hard. I'm really going to throw up this time. He smells really strange, like clay and wet sand, and his touch is just as cold as his stare. Maybe this is the opportunity I have been waiting for.

I try to get my knife, but he is faster. He slides his hand in my pocket and pulls the knife out before pushing me away. He holds the knife in front of my face.

"I feel betrayed, Nari. I thought we'd be good together, but you had other plans... Too bad."

"What would be so good about us, Hyun Soo? You're a serial killer, you're a monster."

"But I look exactly like you dear husband. Are you sure you don't want me as well? That kiss was-"

"Shut up, you'll make me sick! You're just a disgusting psychopath. You think you're so special, you think you're so smart, but really, you're not. You're nothing!"

"Careful what you say, sweet chocolate. Don't forget I have your husband's life inside the palm of my hand. And yours, too actually. I can stab you right now and let you bleed to death. No one would save you, not even your cute friend. Detective Cha, is it? By the way, shall we have some fun together? All three of us?"

I look into his eyes trying to figure out what he means, what he feels, what his intentions are, but they are as empty as ever. I sigh in defeat. His eyes won't tell me anything and his facial expressions barely show his emotions. Maybe I should just focus on his body language.

He is standing straight and he is holding in the knife one hand, while the other is in his pocket. He is giving me a searching look.

"What?" He asks, "what is it?"

"Why did you kill these women?"

"What are you asking, Nari? Why did I kill or why did I kill these women in particular?"

Honestly, both. But I guess I'll never have a satisfactory answer to the first one. Why do people kill? The motives are never the same. However, for a serial killer, it's different. There are many reasons why they kill, and they're never satisfied. They never stop unless they no longer have the possibility to kill. It's either they are in prison or they are dead. But why did Hyun Soo stop? No, the right question is, how did he stop? This doesn't make sense at all. But will he answer if I ask? He seems open to my questions. Will he tell me the truth though?

What does he have to lose by telling the truth anyway? At this point, he knows he has nowhere to hide. If I'm here with Soha, then the rest of the team will be here any time soon. I'm sure he knows that. Then why is he acting as if he has all the time in the world? As if he has no fear?

"I guess you want an answer for both." He says matter of factly.

And I hate his attitude at this moment. Why is he acting as if he knows me so well? Am I that predictable? Or is it because he has been following me for years? But that's not enough to know someone. How much data has he gathered on me? On everyone?

"Do you want to hear that I chose them because of you? That I'm obsessed with you and that I love you so much that I choose my victims because they look like you? Is that it?"

"Is that not the case?"

He suddenly laughs and I start getting angry again. I hate the sound of his voice at this point, let alone his laughter.

"You're right, I'm obsessed with you guys, but it's not for the reasons you think."

"How do you know what I think?"

He stares at me for a moment, then he tilts his head.

"Are you angry?"

"No."

He smiles and takes a few steps closer. He lifts a hand and grabs my hair again, then his touch becomes softer. He brings some of my curls to his mouth and kisses them. I have to make some big efforts not to throw up again. And I really want to punch him in the face. I hate when someone touches my hair without permission.

"He is one lucky man, isn't he? He gets to touch you, however, whenever he wants. He has your heart, your body, he got everything. He's always had everything..."

I don't say anything, I don't want to. He's been calm until now, he has been patient enough to answer my questions, I don't want to make him mad or nervous. I don't want him to become suspicious again. Maybe I should... distract him a bit?

Right, I should do anything I can to win this game. I smirk and I get closer to him. I see a frown appear on his face, but he stays still. I get on my tiptoes so my face can be closer to his.

"Do you want to be as lucky as him?" I whisper and right at that moment, I want to throw up again. What am I even doing?

However, when he smiles, I try my best to think about Namjoon. They do look identical after all. My body reacts to Namjoon, my heartbeat increases in his presence or even when I think about him. Right, I should think about him.

I'm doing this for you, baby.

"It depends how much luck we're talking about," he flirts back.

"Anything you want."

He stays quiet for a few seconds as he watches me. He is probably trying to read me. Maybe I'm not as convincing as I should? Oh my God, is he going to push me away? I try to stay calm.

I can do this.

"Just tell me what you want." I insisted.

He smiles again and kisses me. It's slower this time and there is some feeling to it, too. He holds my waist and presses me against his body before deepening the kiss. Trying not to think about my growing nausea, I use this opportunity to look for the knife. I run my hands around his upper body and he moans.

Eww, does he really think I'm enjoying this?

Bingo! I find the knife, finally. I slide my hand into his pocket and before he can react, I stab him. He groans loudly and steps back. Fortunately, I successfully retrieve the knife from his pocket. He staggers and falls on his knees.

"You bitch," he hisses as he holds onto his side.

I smirk at that, then I walk slowly towards him.

"You are the bitch, you psycho. How dare you? How dare you lay your filthy hands on me? Did you really think I would want to give myself to you? You can never compare to my Namjoon, never!"

He looks up at me and for the first time, I see some emotion in his eyes. He is angry and sad.

Sad? Why would he be sad? But I shake it off and lift my hand, ready to stab him again.

"Nari, why are you always so impatient? I had so much to show you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm only the tip. You have no idea how long the rope is."

"What rope?"

He laughs and falls on his back. I watch him, puzzled. Has he lost his mind? I mean, after all the murders he has committed, it's obvious that he is not in his right mind. He finally stops and sighs.

"It was so much fun, watching them bleed out. They begged for hours, trying to convince me to let them go. 'I won't tell anyone, please spare me,' they said. I enjoyed every second of it. What pissed me off though, was that they kept calling me Namjoon. I hated it so much, I always have. People had been calling me his name for years. I should have killed him every time I had the chance."

Now he sounds scornful. I thought he said he doesn't hate us? Then why...

"It's true that I was fascinated by you, by your friendship. I didn't understand. At first, I thought Jungkook was the one you loved. You spent so much time with him, so I thought it was a love triangle. That they both loved you and you only loved Jungkook, but it was more than that."

He turns to look up at me. Laying down like that and bleeding on the side, he almost looks pitiful. He is getting paler and I wonder if this is how he killed his victims. Watching them get weaker and weaker... And he enjoyed that? Is he even human?

"It was more than love or even friendship. You guys... you have no idea what they're hiding from you. You talk about me, but the people closest to you, they're sneakier than me."

Another laugh.

"He forced you to marry him, didn't he? And that one time when—"

He suddenly lets out a cry and presses on his wound. I close my eyes and try to make sense of everything he said. Is he delirious? Maybe the bleeding affected his brain capacity.

"Don't you see? Everything they do, it's for their own benefit. They make it seem like they're protecting you or they care for you, but in reality, they only want to own you. They're using you—"

"Stop!"

"They share so many things, but they don't include you. Even your own father trusts them more than you. I bet Namjoon knows everything about your father's assets and his every move. They both know everything about your family."

"So do I! What's your point?"

"Are you sure you know as much as them? The tracking devices they put on you, do you know when it started and why?"

"That's nothing new—"

"You're so naive... Why do you think that Jungkook is always around you? Do you even know what he's involved in?"

"Jungkook can work from anywhere and he loves to spend time at the precinct. He also wants to keep an eye on me and I don't mind as long as he is not on my way when I work. I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. I don't owe you any explication."

"They put your mind to sleep so long ago, you don't even know what's real anymore."

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE ANYMORE, JUST DIE! DIE YOU PSYCHO!"

I let myself fall on the ground, then I sit on top of him. I keep stabbing him and screaming, tears falling down my face. I have no idea when the door opened, but at some point, I heard Soha screaming too. I look up and she is watching me, horrified. But I can't stop. I'm so enraged. Everything he did, everything he put me through, everything he said, just thinking about it makes me so angry. Damn him!

"NARI!"

Third person's POV

She stopped again, but she wasn't looking at her friend this time. She was breathing heavily, face dripping in sweat.

"What are you doing?!!?"

"Do you have any idea what he said? This crazy bastard!"

"I didn't hear much, but eww did you guys really kiss? Twice at that? Eww!"

"How did you—?"

Soha turned around and pointed at the door. There was a little squared glass at eye level in there. So she really saw everything? But how did she hear anything at all? Nari thought that those doors were soundproof. They did look heavy enough.

"So you opened the door just in time to let me in and see you doing this?"

"I did not open the door," Nari answered with a frown.

Soha was frowning too, and when her eyes fell on Hyun Soo's body, she closed them.

"Let's get out of here, we need to find Namj—"

"I'm not done!"

Her eyes were wide open when she looked at her friend again.

"What do you mean?"

Soha screamed when Nari started stabbing the dead body again. She ran out of the room and that's when she heard footsteps. The first person she saw was Yoongi and she almost passed out from relief.

"Holy shit," Sehun exclaimed and he took a step back.

No one dared to enter the room except for Hoseok. He didn't say a word and just ran to her. He held her as she kept screaming and took her weapon away from her. She repeated the same words over and over again.

"Die! Die you monster! Die!"

"It's okay, Nari." Hoseok said gently, putting the weapon down.

The scene was horrifying, there was blood everywhere, and the lifeless body was laying in front of her. There was so much blood that it was hard to recognize him. But Hoseok knew who it was. They all knew.

Now they needed to know what happened that made Nari react that way. But most importantly, where was Namjoon?

"What is this place?" Jongin asked as he walked in.