5 years ago "I want that bitch in front of me right now!" Jeon shouted furiously. "They're on their way, sir." The man standing before the black-haired man trembled slightly. It was to be expected. Jeon Jungkook was a cruel man; no one in their right mind would dare challenge him. "That whore thought she could play with me," a malicious smile formed on his lips, "no one in this fucking world laughs at the 악마 (devil)." His senses sharpened at the sound of a car. "They're here," announced the man. "Time to have some fun," he might have seemed unperturbed, but inside he felt destroyed.

He had known Lisa for 10 years, since they were teenagers. She came from a poor family, 17 years old with stunning beauty, kind and gentle. He, the sole heir to his parents' fortune, after they died the best friend of his father took him in as family – a man who never had children and treated Jeon like his own since he was orphaned at 8. He fell hopelessly in love with her. After almost six years of relationship they decided to marry because she said she loved him equally. Now after four years of marriage she had changed. The money and power Jeon had blinded her. She was no longer that sweet, kind brunette but a bitch who enjoyed humiliating others. But that didn't matter to Jeon – he still loved her.

But she made a mistake by getting involved with his bodyguard. Jeon suspected something was wrong and sent one of his men to follow her. It didn't take long to catch her; the same day Jeon had a dozen photographs of her and his bodyguard having sex in the car. The sound of the door brought Jeon out of his thoughts. "What's wrong, honey?" asked the brunette. "That's what I'm asking you 'my love'," irony laced his voice. Jeon stood up from his chair and walked toward her. "You thought you were so clever, didn't you?" he said, caressing her chin. "I don't know what you're talking about," panic began to take over her, "let's go home, honey," she said in a soft voice.

"Home?" he let out a small, hoarse laugh that made everyone present tremble, "you don't have a home anymore. In fact, you don't have a life anymore." The brunette's eyes widened and she began to shake. "Bring them," he shouted. Moments later, two of his men entered with a suitcase each. "What is this, Jeon?" she asked, "are you throwing me out of our house?""I'll say it again – it's not our house anymore. It's my house," he clarified. The calmness with which Jeon spoke was terrifying. His large black eyes filled with malice, his cold gaze would make anyone tremble.

"Open them," he ordered. The men obeyed instantly, opening the suitcases and spilling their contents. The brunette covered her mouth with her hands and her body trembled more intensely. The dismembered body parts of her lover lay scattered across the floor of the room where they stood. "Remember him?" Jeon said, picking up the severed head of the man and placing it in front of Lisa's face. "YOU'RE A MONSTER!" the brunette screamed through her tears. "Yes, I am. That's why you should have thought before trying to make a fool of me," he threw the head aside and grabbed the brunette by the throat, "did you forget who I am?"

Lisa tried to breathe but Jeon's strong grip prevented it. The black-haired man leaned into her ear and whispered, "I, honey, I am the 악마 (devil)." He threw Lisa's weak body to the floor, "tie her up." With what little strength she had left, Lisa tried to fight but couldn't. Tied to the chair where he had been sitting, Jeon approached her and delivered the first blow. The brunette let out a sharp whimper. "For the love I once had for you, I'll give you the chance to choose," he knelt to meet Lisa's face.

"Love, please forgive me," the brunette begged. "You still don't know me," he took her by the hair, bringing her face close to his, "how long has it been?" he asked angrily. "Kook, I swear I didn't cheat on you, I love you." The smile on Jeon's lips made her skin crawl. Jeon released Lisa's hair and pulled the photographs from his suit pocket, throwing them in her face. The brunette looked down at them and in that moment understood there was no going back – she would die at the hands of the man she once loved.

"So it's true, you cheated on me. And you know what, you fucking idiot? I enjoyed it," Jeon looked at her filled with rage, "I enjoyed every fuck he gave me, every blowjob I gave him. He gave me what you never could – time. This is your fault for never being present. Your fucking business was always first. And you know what..." She couldn't finish speaking before Jeon had sliced off her head with the katana that was on the table. The room fell silent; all that could be heard was Jeon's ragged breathing.

With a deep, unflinching gaze, he watched as the floor turned red. Lisa's head had rolled to his feet, eyes still open – those eyes that once looked at him with love now empty, cloudy, lifeless. He left the katana on the table and walked toward the door, leaving behind the severed body of the woman he still loved, though it pained him to admit.

From that day on, he never let anyone else into his life. He could have any woman or man he wanted in his bed, but they were all passing companions, one-night stands, never a second time.

Present day "So what do you say?" asked the blue-haired man. "I don't know, I'm so tired and honestly I don't feel like going out today," the blonde lay on his bed. "Come on Jimin, I need distraction and if you don't go, who else will I go with?" Tae begged almost on his knees. "And where exactly are we supposed to go?" he said, wrapping himself in the sheets. "To the newly opened bar. I heard it's amazing – 'Infierno' I think it's called.""I'll never get a day of rest with you, will I?" the blonde said, only his head visible.

"If you don't get out of that bed now, I'll drag you out myself," he pulled the sheets, surprising Jimin. "Fine! God, you're so annoying," he got up and walked to his closet to find something decent to wear. He rummaged through all the clothes but found nothing, pouted and looked at the blue-haired man with puppy eyes. "I have nothing to wear," the blonde knew his friend had better clothes than him and occasionally threw a fit to borrow from his wardrobe.

Tae came from a wealthy family but had decided to "independize" – if that's what you could call it since his parents still funded his expenses. Though Jimin once had everything he wanted from his job, which he initially thought was his dream, after realizing how much he hated how he felt afterward, he decided to quit of his own accord. Now things weren't the same; he couldn't afford the luxuries he once did.

Now he was alone. His mother abandoned him when he was just a baby and he always had to fend for himself. Relief came when he met the blue-haired man and they became best friends. "You don't need to make that face. You know you can take whatever you want from my closet," the blonde ran out of his room.

Minutes later he returned with several garments in hand. "You're fast, Park Jimin. Let me see what you chose," Tae took the clothes from the blonde's hands and spread them on the bed, "let's see – this," he picked up black leather pants, "with this will be perfect. Here," he handed him a semi-transparent white shirt with small sparkles. "Don't you think it's too revealing?" he didn't like drawing attention. "Not at all. Maybe today you'll get lucky and meet some cute guy," he winked.