"Y/N.." he whispers. "You.. killed a man. In cold blood. For me."
My jaw tightens.
He continues. "Just shot him. Right between the eyes without even blinking. I know that you and I are close, but you have no idea what I've done. I deserved that bul...
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I lay in bed, not moving, my eyes open. It's 2:30 in the morning. I accidentally fell asleep, and I regret it.
I dreamt about him again. I don't think I screamed, but I woke up sweating and tears on my cheeks. This time, there were seventeen people standing there. In the woods. I look out my window.
Nobody is there. No man, woman or child there, begging for their lives.
I stumble up and go into the bathroom, splashing some cold water onto my face.
I heave out a sharp breath, rubbing my eyes.
Going into my room, I change my clothes quickly, sport bra and leggings. I grab a shirt and leave my room, finding my way down to the main level in the dark. I feel my way through the kitchen until I find the basement doors.
I skip down the stairs and sigh, pulling my hair into a ponytail as I open the door to the circular room. I press the tile and open the training room.
At least I can distract myself now. I get on the treadmill and turn it on.
Just distract yourself.
Its not just a dream. It's real.
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"I thought I heard something down here." I hear someone say. I grab the rail and place my feet on either side of the treadmill.
Jungkook stands there, muscle shirt and track pants on. I turn the treadmill off and grab my shirt, pulling it over my sweaty body.
"Yuh huh." I nod, drinking some water. "I'll head up."
"Why?" He raises and eyebrow. "Can't handle my workout?"
"No, I just don't like being around you." I say flatly and he laughs.
"Ouch? Why not?"
"Cause you're kinda shady." I shrug. "And plus I can totally handle your workout."
"Really?" He says, leaning on the rail of the treadmill. "Is that a challenge?"
"I don't know, you brought it up."
"Yes or no?"
"Fine. Let's see if 'muscle pig' fits the profile. I mean, it never made sense to me but.."
"I'll show you why." He says, flexing his arm and showing me his insanely toned bicep. I pretend to be unfazed.
"Squishy." I tilt my head, poking it.
"I bet that gun wound is pretty squishy too."
"It is, but you aren't touching." I say, hiding my shoulder.
"I know. I'm just teasing." He grins, showing a set of white bunny teeth. "Anyway, What are we talking here?"
"Well I can't do much with my arm, so running. Lots."
