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"Jungkook!" she yelled into the empty space. She turned around and tried to see where they could have gone. "Anybody there?" she called out, assuming someone was actually in the house with them.
Silence.
She snooped around a bit, calling out anyone but it was as though they had vanished. The place was designed like a labyrinth, so it wasn't a surprise.
Unable to find her way, she headed back to the foyer. When she reached the entranceway, the butler was standing there all prim and proper. How he had come back without passing by her was a mystery.
He was just opening the door as she entered the room.
As the door swung open, she nearly fell over. Standing before her was a familiar face. He was holding a bicycle helmet in one hand and a large envelope in the other.
His hair was different than she remembered but she knew that glassy, bloodshot eye everywhere.
"Fuck me!" he shouted, his eyes landing on her face.
The butler gasped, thoroughly appalled by the crude language but she wasn't surprised in the least. The boy didn't have an ounce of couth in him.
The mind-altering drugs this man had taken on a regular basis were usually all he consumed. He wasn't a bad guy though. He was an extremely gifted artist which was what drew Lisa to him when they first met.
She was a sucker for creative minds.
"What on earth are you doing here, Marcus?" she asked, stumped.
"My boyfriend asked me to send a parcel on his behalf. He is an entrepreneur," he boasted. Well, though Lisa  and Marcus were friends, they were not on the same celestial plane.
"Right... and your hair is orange." There was a mixture of yellow and red in there as well. Somehow, it fit him perfectly.
He ruffled his hair to show off. "Yeah, it represents fire. The fire within my body manifests itself through my style. You know?" he looked from her to the butler and back again.
Her laughter spilled out as she took in the baffled look on the butler's face. "Why are you here, though? Don't you have a show tomorrow?" she asked.
He tilted his chin sideways. "Man, I wish I knew. Does anyone really know why they're there?" he pondered deeply before his mouth dropped open. "Goddess of tits... it's you..." his voice was filled with amazement.
A spark of something flashed beneath the redness of his eyes. She knew that look. Something was brewing. Marcus was a lot of things, but he wasn't hard to read.
"Fuck me," he exclaimed yet again, louder this time. "You're my muse."
He nearly knocked over the butler as he barrelled forward towards Lisa. His lean body coiled over her. "I had a vision last week," he whispered in her ear. "A beautiful voice told me that my muse would be arriving soon." His fingers clung to her for dear life.
Lisa fought hard to not fall over. Marcus was thin but he was also over six feet tall.
"What is the meaning of this?" An angry voice growled from behind her.
She managed to untangle herself from Marcus and stepped back. Her clothing was in a disarray, so she smoothed out her clothes and slipped her foot back into the shoe that had fallen off in the struggle.
Jungkook stormed into the room like a demon, his intense black eyes accessing the situation in front of him. Marcus just there staring at Lisa in awe.
"Lisa , did he harm you?" Jungkook asked her, carefully looking her over.