CRAZY OVER YOU

"I thought I told you to get lost," Killian growled, his voice rough and dangerous. The door creaked open again. Someone was in his space. Again.

But then he heard that voice—familiar, cocky, way too calm.

"Whoa, chill K.D, it's me."

Holland.

Killian's jaw tightened but his body relaxed just enough to keep him from breaking something. Holland walked in like he owned the place, totally unbothered, his red eyes glowing—at least he wasn't another fake like Elara.

Killian dragged his hand down his face, fingers pressing into his jaw. The anger under his skin was old, wild. It clawed at his chest. Just thinking about Elara made him want to puke.

She didn't give a damn. Never fucking did. That stupid smirk. That goddamn smirk.

She had Jimin wrapped around her finger while he watched everything go to hell.

Holland put a coke in front of him like some kind of peace offering. "You're pissed off. Here, drink this."

K.D didn't think. He just grabbed it, unscrewed the cap and chugged it like it might put out the fire inside. But it didn't. Never did. The cold stuff went down his throat but the fire in his chest got worse.

His voice came out rough. "I don't get what Jimin sees in that bitch." Every word tasted like shit. "I really don't get it."

He threw the can before he knew what he was doing, the sound of it hitting the wall like a scream finally getting out.

Holland just laughed. "I'm guessing Elara's what set you off today."

Killian shot him a look that could kill. "You think this is funny?"

Holland shrugged like nothing mattered. "It's just your face, man. It's cracking me up."

Killian got even madder. "She needs someone to put her in her place. She'd never try that shit with you."

His hands curled into fists. "Jimin should've seen what she really is a long time ago. She doesn't deserve him. Never did."

Holland's voice changed a little. "They say love makes you blind, but Jimin? He's walking into fire with his eyes wide open."

K.D ground his teeth. Idiot. Stupid, loyal idiot.

"That's why I don't do that love crap," Holland said, his eyes looking far away. "Makes you feel like nothing."

Then it got quiet again. Heavy quiet.

But it didn't last.

A phone rang—loud and sharp. Holland looked at his screen.

"Jimin."

Killian's heart skipped. Of course.

Holland answered, putting it on speaker. Jimin's face showed up on the screen, all happy and clueless.

"Where are you?" Holland asked, sounding suspicious.

"Going to Elara's place," Jimin said, sounding excited.

Killian made a noise like he was choking.

"You're back already?" Holland asked. "Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow?"

Jimin smiled. "I couldn't miss her birthday. And... I'm gonna propose to her today."

Those words hit like a truck.

Killian didn't realize he'd moved until he grabbed the phone from Holland, breathing hard.

"Tell me you're kidding. Tell me you're not this stupid."

"K.D, why are you acting like this?"

"Jimin, are you deaf? Blind? Or just stupid?" Killian's voice was shaking now. "That girl is poisonous. She's manipulative, dangerous—and she doesn't deserve any part of you."

Jimin blinked, looking confused. "Killian, you look like hell. What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?" His voice cracked. "You are! You're the problem! You're about to give your heart to a girl who ripped it apart once—and you're thanking her for it!"

"People change, K.D," Jimin said quietly. "Elara's changed."

No. She hasn't.

You just want to believe she has so you don't have to face reality.

"That was all a mistake, everything that happened before—she's sorry. You should give her a chance."

Silence.

Because Killian had already thrown the phone across the room.

Again.

"You broke my phone," Holland said flatly.

Killian turned on him, furious. "Your phone doesn't matter when he's about to marry that snake."

Holland sighed, looking tired. "What do you want me to do, K.D? You know Jimin doesn't listen. He's in love, and love blinds people. Makes them see angels in demons."

Killian ran both hands through his hair, pulling hard. "This is making me crazy."

---

Vala's Mansion

Queenie walked into the room, her heart pounding. The cold air of the mansion wrapped around her, choking but familiar. She'd finished her chores—barely—with Allison's help, but she was still late.

Goerigna sat in her usual spot, barely looking up from her phone. Her voice cut through the quiet, harsh and cold.

"You're late again," Goerigna said as she poured water over the leftover food, making it look even more gross. "Go ahead and starve. Maybe that'll teach you."

Queenie bit her lip, tasting shame.

"Auntie, you called for me," she whispered.

Goerigna didn't look up, scrolling on her phone. "Where's your monthly pay?" she asked, her voice flat but sharp.

Queenie swallowed, looking at the floor. She couldn't look at her aunt—not now, not ever.

"I... I don't have any money," she said, her words feeling empty.

Goerigna's eyes finally looked up, disbelief flickering. She narrowed her eyes, lips curling. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you trying to scam me?"

"Auntie, I really mean it," Queenie begged, her voice barely there. "After you stopped me from working, I haven't made any money."

Goerigna snapped. She stood up fast, her chair scraping loud against the floor. She stepped closer to Queenie, towering over her like a storm about to hit.

"Enough." Her voice was cold, final. "You've got till tomorrow. Bring me the money, or I'll kick you out. Got it?"

Queenie's breath caught. She dropped to her knees, hands shaking as she clutched the floor, crying.

"Auntie, please, I swear, I don't have it. Just... just give me more time," she sobbed.

Goerigna slapped her across the face hard. The sting went through her whole body, but it wasn't the pain that broke her. It was cold , nothing in Goerigna's eyes.

"Do you understand me, Queenie? I want that money tomorrow."

Queenie nodded fast, heart racing. She didn't dare look up, but Goerigna's cold fingers on her chin made her feel trapped.

Goerigna let go with a sharp push, turning away like the conversation never mattered.

"Here." She picked up some crumpled bills from the bed, throwing them at Queenie. "Go buy groceries and clean the house. I don't want to come back to an empty house. Got it?"

"Alright," Queenie whispered.

"Get lost," Goerigna snapped.

Queenie scrambled up, her aunt's words cutting deeper. She rushed out, tears falling as she went downstairs, the unfairness crushing her chest.

"Hey, you."

Queenie froze at Catalina's voice. She wiped her face fast, trying to hide the tears, but it was pointless. Catalina's cold eyes met hers.

"I want you to wash my clothes," Catalina ordered, voice icy. "I left them in my room. It needs to be done today."

"Okay, I'll use the washing machine," Queenie replied, voice still shaking.

But Catalina wasn't having it. She grabbed Queenie by the hair and yanked her back, making her wince.

"I want you to wash them by hand, and it better be done today. No excuses."

Queenie's heart sank. "But Auntie—"

"I don't care about your excuses, you useless thing." Catalina's grip tightened as she shoved Queenie back, making her stumble and fall. "Get to work."

The words stung, and Queenie lay there for a moment, too broken to get up. More tears came as she stared at the floor, emptiness spreading through her chest.

Why is my life so pathetic? she thought, her heart breaking. Why does it always have to be me?

---

Outside

Queenie walked without really seeing, her thoughts drowning out everything. The world seemed far away, like she was walking through fog. Her body moved on its own, her mind lost in despair.

Without realizing it, she stepped onto the road, her mind consumed with hopelessness.

A car screeched to a stop just inches from her. The world blurred as her heart jumped into her throat, the fear of death overwhelming her. She barely registered the near hit before she fell to the ground, her bags scattered on the pavement.

A man got out of the car, rushing toward her looking worried.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said, voice full of panic.

"It's fine," Queenie said shakily, pushing herself up. "I wasn't paying attention. It's my fault."

"No, it's mine," the man insisted, reaching down to get her bags. "I should have been more careful."

Queenie looked up at him, surprised by how handsome he was. His eyes were kind, filled with something real that made her heart skip.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, voice soft and concerned.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks for checking," she replied, voice distant but grateful.

"Come on," he said gently. "Let me drop you off. It's the least I can do."

Queenie hesitated, everything in her screaming to refuse. But something in his eyes softened her walls, and she gave in.

"Alright," she said, following him to the car.

---

Jimin stood frozen in the doorway, the scene in front of him suffocating him. Elara, with a guy—another betrayal.

They were making out in the bedroom.

His heart broke as he saw her scrambling to cover herself with a duvet. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.

"Babe," Elara's voice broke the silence, fragile and frantic. She rushed toward him, desperate. "Babe, this isn't what you think. Please, I can explain…"

Jimin stepped back, his whole body shaking with anger and heartbreak. He wanted to scream at her, accuse her of everything, but the words wouldn't come. He just stood there, staring at her, every lie she'd told pressing against his chest.

"What do you want to explain, Elara? The fact that I caught you cheating on me again?" His voice cracked, bitter and raw. "What am I to you, huh? A fool? A toy?"

Elara's eyes widened, panic flickering. She reached for him, her hand shaking like it might fix everything. But Jimin pulled back, his hands balling into fists.

"It's not like that," she whispered, voice cracking. "I didn't—"

"No!" Jimin snapped, voice sharp. "Don't feed me that crap. I've been blind, thinking you might change. But I gave you chance after chance. And every time, you've done this. Cheating. Lying. And you still expect me to believe in you?"

He was done. He felt like an idiot, standing there, hoping for something that would never come. The pain was choking him, and the bitterness was a taste he couldn't spit out.

"It's over," Jimin said, voice low but final. "And this time, I'm not going back on my word. You've lost your chance, Elara."

Her face twisted in disbelief, eyes widening as she scrambled toward him. "Jimin, please! I'm sorry! One last chance—"

Jimin's eyes hardened. "Try it, Elara. If that hand touches me, I swear, I'll break it. Don't ever touch me again." His words were ice-cold, cruel. "You disgust me."

Elara stood there, shaking, like his words had hit her. Then, in an explosion of fury, she pushed the center table down with a violent crash.

"Jimin! You belong to me! You can't leave me!" she screamed, voice shrill, full of rage and desperation. "I know you'll come back! You'll beg for me, just like always!"

Jimin didn't look back. He turned and walked away, his steps echoing in the empty room. But even as he left, his mind was clouded. He had to leave. He had to get away from her.

---

Elara's phone buzzed.

She froze, her rage turning to confusion. Her shaking fingers reached for it, the screen lighting up with an unknown number.

A message.

"You don't know the truth… but you will soon."

Her breath caught. The words sent a chill down her spine. What did that mean? Who was this? Her thoughts scrambled, heart pounding.