Trap in his Chaos

Y/n's pov

I have taken something that belongs to him, But what?

I feel his gaze before I see him, an unrelenting force that freezes me. It's like someone pressed pause on the world, and I'm the only one out of sync.

He recognised me but I don't. And he's not the person who is easily forgotten. Like even if you were walking on the street you would look twice at him. His looks says that God has his favourite and that's him. By why is he glaring at me? His glare could burn holes through me, and I have no idea what I've done to deserve it.

JK's pov

She stole from me and she is going to repay for it.

She's standing there, wide-eyed, As if she's innocent. As if she doesn't know exactly what she's done.

But that's the thing-she doesn't know. Not yet.

It infuriates me, watching her clueless expression, those big eyes trying to read me like I'm the puzzle when she's the one missing the pieces. She doesn't remember, and that makes me feel something dangerously close to rage.

Fine. If she doesn't remember, I'll make her.

She'll remember me soon enough.

And when she does, she'll pay for it.
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