As much as I wanted to leave all of the glass exactly where it was just out of spite, I knew that this was more than likely where I was going to be sleeping, so I needed to try to get all of it up. I was so focused on my task that I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening behind me.

I let out a screech when suddenly I heard someone speak behind me, "Seeing as that's my bed, I really hope you get all of that." It was the same voice from the alley, the one I had recognized. And suddenly everything clicked into place, I knew who the voice belonged to. I hadn't imagined it, it really was him. My eyes immediately welled with tears and my breathing had already become shallow and rapid by the time I turned slowly to see the man leaning against the door frame behind me.

I sat staring for several seconds tears streaming down my face as my eyes roved all over him, drinking him in. Even after all of these years, he was still the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He was taller and leaner, had filled out, and had more muscle than I had ever seen on him before. But he still had the same brown, beautiful, large doe eyes that I would recognize anywhere. I let out a choked sob as I sank from my knees down fully to sitting on the ground.

I looked up quickly as he spoke again. "Well, I was wondering if you would recognize me. I guess now I know."

I had to take in a deep shuddering breath before I could speak. "H-h-how? How is this happening? They-they told me you were dead?"

He smirked slightly as he answered. "Well, we lied, obviously. I couldn't have you come looking for me."

He hadn't even finished his sentence before I was on my feet running towards him. Jungkook didn't even try to stop me as I hit him in the chest repeatedly, didn't even blink as I sobbed and screamed in his face. "We! What do you mean WE! It's been four years! I have cried over you, mourned for you, for four fucking years! And you knew, you knew that they had lied to me. You were here, in the city, this whole fucking time!"

He said nothing as I tired myself out and fell to the ground at his feet. I sat sobs racking me as he just stood and watched. Finally, I looked up into his face, still so beautiful and so familiar. "I could barely sleep for months and when I did I cried for hours first. I still have nightmares about you dying. I had to go to therapy...you were my best friend, my everything, for fifteen years."

He just looked down at me impassively, as if I had told him about the weather. Finally, as I let out another sob his eyes softened the tiniest bit and he murmured, "If it makes you feel any better, the Jeon Jungkook you knew did die a long time ago. I'm not that person anymore." Before turning and walking out, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.