Taehyung's POV
"Traitor!" he shouted, trying to get to me even as the police wretched and handcuffed his wrists behind him.
I met his furious gaze with mine and felt a cold deadness spread through me. Snarling like a cornered wolf, his suit no longer spotless, I watched as the police dragged my father out of the room. All the other gang members were forced into a line, each of them neatly handcuffed and restrained.
"Eomma! No, please please please. Don't close your eyes!" I heard Jieun sob. She had both hands pressed to Lee Hyeyong's abdomen. The CEO was breathing shallowly, and the entire lower front of her white cardigan was soaked in a vibrant crimson.
Jieun's POV
Her lips barely moved, and I bent my head down to catch her words.
"Jieun-ah." My mother whispered.
I took a shaky breath, tears spilling over my lower lashes.
"I'm so sorry for neglecting you. You've grown to become so beautiful, and intelligent." she gave a small smile that was marred by pain. "You read all the contracts."
I nodded, my throat too tight to say anything.
"I'm proud of you." Blood trickled out the corner of her mouth, and her entire body spasmed. "Find happiness, Jieun. That's all I've ever wished for."
All the resentment and self-pity that built up over so many years evaporated immediately. I hugged my mother, and felt her hand slide weakly over my head.
Her eyes were bright with tears, her tone urgent and begging for understanding. "I love you." The already nearly inaudible whisper decreased further in volume. "And I'm sorry."
The breath that she had used for her last sentence faded. Her chest didn't rise again.
"Mom?" I sniffed, sitting up and brushing the graying hair out of her face, my fingertips leaving streaks of blood on her forehead. "Mom?"
With increasing terror, my fingers searched for a pulse on her neck, and it grew as I couldn't find one.
My world slowed down as each heartbeat sent blood pounding through my head. A hand encircled my upper arm, and my focus came back to Lay shaking me, his eyes filled with a fear I had never seen him posses before. "She's gone, isn't she?"
Numbly, I nodded.
He staggered away from our mother's body, and placed a hand against the wall, his face completely drained of color.
Lay's POV
Two CEO's gone in the short time of fifteen minutes. I stared, a disorienting fog clouding my mind, not quite believing it was only ten pm.
I looked down at the drying blood on my hands, the bright color finalizing as a rusty remanent of what it used to be. I took a breath.
Jieun and I were now orphans.
Jungkook's POV
An oxygen mask over my face, and throbbing pain all over my body.
Was this a new form of torture in hell? Not that I would know, but the mask was really overdoing it. I cracked an eye open with difficulty, and was met by a dark room. Exhaling, I reached an arm up with difficulty to remove the source of suffocation from my face.
"Jieun-ah." I croaked out, even though I knew all the while that those words wouldn't inform me of how she was.
My other hand trailed with IV needles, and I winced at the sight of them taped to the inside of my wrist.
Blood, needles, hospitals, all that crap. I'm really not that big of a fan. Fighting the mounting nausea, I wretched my gaze away from the tubes and tried to sit up. Instantly, pain wracked my body and I let out a groan.
While trying to move as little as possible I looked around what little of the room I could see from the illumination of the monitor, which let out periodical beeps.
Something rattled in the opposite side of the room, followed by a strained silence. There was a loud bang, and a door suddenly burst open, letting in a flood of light.
Jieun's POV
"There's some freaking lock on this door." I grunted as I shook it as hard as I could.
"These wings of the hospital don't look very modern." Lay stated as Krystal eyed the door. "They probably haven't been renovated within the last few decades, meaning that they most likely don't have high-tech locks."
"I could...I don't know. Pick the lock?" Taehyung offered, rummaging through his pockets.
"So doesn't that mean..." Krystal said thoughtfully. She backed up a few steps and without any warning, launched herself at the door which gave away with a distinct metallic ripping.
"Uuhm. Yeah. That works too." Taehyung said, gazing at her with newfound respect.
She blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Because I'm special that way. Come on. This is the last room."
Tentatively, we filed into the room. We had searched this entire wing of the hospital, where (according to Taehyung) Jungkook was supposed to be. All the previous doors weren't locked, so I allowed my hopes to rise a bit for this room.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and I could hear the breathing of everyone else. Then,
"Jieun?"
A/N: Thanks for reading, and don't forget to vote and comment! Saranghae!! ^^ I. Am. So. Tired. I'mma go nap. Bai. XS