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T W E N T Y - N I N E

𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓

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✘Mostly I'm tired, tired of choices, consequences✘
↳ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ

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Panama City, Panama
Friday
09:03

Jiyeon slumped down and was now facing the top four leaders.

"So, Jeon soyeon? You must know her? It would be such a catastrophe if something ever happened to her" Namjoon started off.

She clenched her fists closed and threw daggers at the male in front of her. "Touch her and I swear to the fucking heavens above I won't let you live"

"You are in no position to threaten us. Because right now I could pay anyone in that prison to kill you. I could just give Lucas and Jaehyun the signal and you're done for."

"Why did you mention her? She has nothing to do with you" the female asked.

"You called her last night, didn't you? Around ten pm? Specifically asking for her to help you escape. Now we won't allow that to happen, because you know the drill; if you betray us, you die, straightforward as that."

"So what if I asked her to help me? You think I would want to die in your hands?" She spat.

"Darling, you don't have a choice, you will die from our hands. We already have your death set. Now the reason we came here is, is because if we find out you escaped, I will kill your cousin in front of you. Leave the innocent people, innocent. Don't involve them in your mess"

They got up and left the young girl who began to stare at their backs. She obviously didn't want Soyeon to die because of them but she also didn't want to die because of them.

She let out a long sigh before getting up and walking back to the prison grounds. She needed to find a way to break out without getting her close ones in danger.

She never knew her life was going to end up like this, stuck in a prison on the other side of the world and around 42 men wanting her dead.

The fact that the only reason she joined C9 was to avenge her late mother's death, thinking that is was always M.G behind the death of her mother but in reality, it wasn't, it was the people who she trusted her life on, it was the people who she thought were the good guys.

She sat down near the corner and leaned her head back so it hit the wall behind her. So much was happening in just a short period of time.

She eyed her surroundings, watched how inmates talked to one another, some people selling stuff just gain a couple of Panamanian balboas. She saw how men fought with each other for no apparent reason, females doing other tattoos.

There was no way of escaping, guards surrounded the area, on watchtowers or on land. Armed with guns, waiting to shoot someone down.

"So you want to escape?" A voice says, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a female, around her age, maybe a couple of years older.