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1 ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’
2 ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡
3 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐’น๐’น
4 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰
5 ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’
6 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐“Š๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐’น
7 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐ผ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ƒ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
8 ๐’ถ ๐’น๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐“‹๐’พ๐“
9 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
10 ๐‘”๐“Š๐’พ๐“๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’
11 ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‹๐’ถ๐“ˆ
12 ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“ ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐‘’, ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’
13 ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ
14 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
15 ๐“…๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐’น ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“ƒ
16 ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐“€๐‘’๐‘’๐“…
17 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ ๐ผ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ
18 ๐’น๐’พ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“๐’ป
19 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ
20 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“๐“
21 ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’
22 ๐’พ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐‘’๐’น ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘’
23 ๐‘’๐“…๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“
24 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡
25 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“…๐’พ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ
26 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“…๐’พ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘œ
27 ๐’ธ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡
28 ๐’ฟ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ
29 ๐’พ'๐“๐“ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
30 ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Š๐“ˆ
31 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ
32 ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’
33 ๐‘”๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“๐‘’
34 ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Ž
35 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‹๐’ถ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐‘’๐“Ž๐‘’
36 ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ
37 ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ
38 ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐“Ž ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‚๐‘’
40 ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐’ป ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“€๐’พ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’
41 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น
42 ๐’ถ๐’น๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
43 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘’
44 ๐“ˆ๐“๐‘’๐‘’๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐“Ž
45 ๐’พ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘œ, ๐’พ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“
46 ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‚
47 ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’
48 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ป๐“๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ
49 ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘”๐‘’
50 ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”
โ™” ๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐“๐–๐Ž : ๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐€๐„๐“๐‡ โ™”
51 ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ ๐’ป๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡
52 ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐“‚๐‘’
53 ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’
54 ๐“๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰
55 ๐’ท๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ
56 ๐’ถ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘”๐’พ๐’ป๐“‰
57 ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ถ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž
58 ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰
59 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
60 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐‘”๐“๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
61 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ท๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น
62 ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰
63 ๐’ธ๐“๐“Š๐‘’๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ
64 ๐’ถ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐’พ๐’ป ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐’ป๐’ป๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‡
65 ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“
66 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’
67 ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น
68 ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’
69 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐“‹๐’พ๐“ ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น
70 ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’๐’น ๐’พ๐“ƒ
71 ๐“๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
72 ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
73 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ป๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น
74 ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“๐“
75 ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ
76 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“€
77 ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Ž
78 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰
79 ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ป๐“‰
80 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐‘”๐“Š๐“‰๐“ˆ, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
81 ๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“‚๐“Š๐‘”๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‰
82 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘”
83 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“… ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ
84 ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“๐“
85 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐‘”๐‘”๐“๐‘’
86 ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ
87 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“€๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’
88 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž
89 ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ
90 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’
91 ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ
92 ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
93 ๐“€๐“ƒ๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰
94 ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“
95 ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น
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"They what?"

"These men took her, an-"

Jimin grabbed her neck, and pushed her to a tree. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Hey, it's not her fault." Jungkook tried pulling at Jimin's arm. He pushed her back, and narrowed his eyes.

"If you don't want that to happen again, answer my fucking question."

"Jimin stop! You're scaring her." Jungkook yelled, pointing to the dropping tears.

"You think I give a shit."

Jungkook pushed him back. "You better." He warned. Jimin moved out of his grip, and walked away.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To find her."

Jungkook sighed, and walked towards Lisa. "He's gone now. Are you okay? Tell me what happened."






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"Where would you like to go sir?"

"The facility."

"But you're banned from there sir."

Jimin chuckled. "Did you just question me?"

He grabbed his collar. "I wouldn't fuck with me right now." He pulled up his shirt to show a hidden gun.

"Y-yes sir."






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I quickly opened my eyes, and gasped for air. I mean, I've had a bag over my head for hours. My hands were tied back to a chair.

"Get the fuck off m-

My words stopped as I noticed one of the men. The man who started the fire on the subway. Wait, is this the science lab?

"Hold still." One of them quickly pricked my finger.

"Ow, that hurt you shit head."

The man ignored my words, and walked over to a woman in a lab coat. "Hand this to Doctor."

I rolled my eyes. That scientist is a bastard. I can't believe Jimin was that stupid to trust him. Wait, Jimin.. he's probably worried sick right now.

"Can you not just pretend like I'm not here, and clue me in?"

One of the men clenched his fists. "Would someone shut her up?"

"Hey you, subway boy."

He slowly turned around. I expected him to have a sly grin, but his face was actually worried. One of the men snapped at him, and he quickly turned around.

"So much for trying..."

The same angry man turned around and pressed a knife to my neck. "If you want this process to go smoothly, you'd stop talking."

I pulled a zipper across my lips, with a sarcastic smile. Time went by slowly, as my eyes started to shut. I haven't hours, which is a lot for me.

A couple hours past, and I woke up to a different room. Classic.. let's wait till the girl falls asleep. I noticed my hands were untied, but I was sat in one of those questioning rooms. This isn't going to end well.

The door opened, and an unrecognizable man sat down. He seemed serious, but I wouldn't say mean. "Alright, I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and you're going to answer them to the best of your ability."

I raised my brows. "Whatever you say.."

He was about to read from the clipboard, but tossed it behind him. "First question. Why'd you do it?"

"Do it?"

"Mhm."

"Listen, I don't think we have the same idea of do."

He narrowed his eyes. "Fine, why'd you chose to go that path?"

"Are you talking about Jimin? Is his name that taboo here?"

"If you'd like to think of it that way. He's more so frowned upon, almost... everywhere."

"Why?" I crossed my arms.

"He's not one of us. He's not in the government blood line. He's a village boy that refuses to learn our ways."

"What's wrong with village boys?"

"He's street boy. He steals, lies, and doesn't have a decent sized brain. No offense."

"None taken." I rolled my eyes.

"You don't know this guy do you? He only shows you his sweet side, which I'm surprised he even has one."

"What side am I missing? I'm pretty sure I've seen him with every possible emotion."

"Do you know what he suggested they do to the trainees, before you all even came?"

"No..what?" I purses my lips together, nervous but ready to kick ass at the same time.

"He said hanging would be too easy. He wanted to burn you all one by one. Just because he met one cute girl, doesn't mean he doesn't still think that way."

"He wouldn't say that. How do I know you're not making this up?"

"Jimin and I were friends. We're the same age, so we stuck together. He always got me into trouble, and around 16 he had in interest in killing things. I thought it was just a teenage thing, but I don't think he grew out of it."

I tried to speak, but he cut me. "You know the real problem? He doesn't differentiate real like from fantasy. You're his fantasy, those innocent people are reality."

"Maybe you haven't seen him in months, but I can say he's a changed person. And no, he doesn't think of me as a fantasy."

He leaned forward smiling. "I have a question then."

"Mhm."

"How many times has he asked you for sex?"

I froze. Shit that's too many times to count. I crossed my arms. "That's top secret, why?"

"Oh nothing."

"What are you trying to say?"

"He's a man, just like all of us. We've established that men suck, and all they care for is sexual pleasure. And all of us men can agree, he's the horniest bastard out there."

"Where's your proof?" I wanted to mentally slap myself. He's probably gonna tell me shit I don't wanna hear.

"Do I have to list out the names? Let's just say he has no limit. I almost killed him once, because my sister came home telling me how she liked him. I asked her why, and she told me he promised her something."

He noticed my irritated face, and quickly interjected. "Listen, I gotta give it to you though. I've never seen this man so dedicated in my life. Congratulations."

"Thanks." I sarcastically smiled.

"Next question?"

"Sure." I stretched my arms.

"Where is he?"

I laughed. "That, my friend, is something I'd never give away."

"You know they won't hurt him right? Same with you. That's why, if you tell us now, his punishment will be less harsh."

"Yeah, no. I've played enough games with people like you. Pretending to be all nice, and then boom you're trying to kill me the next day."

"Wow, I'm impressed. You know how this place works, but sadly you got me wrong." He placed his hand on his chest.






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"Where would you like me to drop you off sir?"

"Here's fine."

"Are yo-

"I'll fucking pay you to shut the hell up."

The man happily took the money, and left as Jimin's feet hit the ground. "Home sweet home."

He climbed up the side, to his balcony, and took a second to remember his surroundings. He jumped onto the bed, and groaned.

"Fuck, I just wanna sleep right now."

He got up and stretched, walking out the door. It felt like this was just yesterday, and he was waking up for training. He watched as a received a couple of stares and open mouths.

He knocked on the conference door, and heard the chatter stop. "Uh, come in."

Their eyes went wide. Jin moved back from his chair, as if he were about to faint. "Jimin? What the hell are you doing here?"

Jimin chuckled. "Didn't expect this bastard to be back, huh?"

"Not at all."

"Listen, J-

"No, you listen." He pressed the gun up to his head, while Namjoon and Yoongi quickly moved back.

"Jimin, calm down."

His face was boiling, and he pressed the gun further into his skin. "What?"

"N-Nothing."

"Where the fuck is she?"

Jin gulped, and looked down at the table. "I don't kn-"

He smacked the gun right against his eye. "Don't fucking lie to me. I'll kill you in front of them."

"Jimin. Don't do this. Let's just talk."

He pushed his tongue in his cheek. "You wanna talk? Remember all those times I tried to talk? What happened Jin? Sudden change in thought?"

"How'd you turn out like this." He muttered.

"You Jin, thats why I'm like this. You never took care of me. You were never the caring brother I wanted."

"I'm not your brother."

"There we go. You're a fucking lying bastard. I will never forgive you. I'll just kill you instead." He unlocked the safety pin, and aimed to Jin's head.

"Just because I'm not your brother, doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"And just because you have a gun up to your head, doesn't mean you have to suck up to me."

"Jimin." Namjoon walked towards him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Move back. I don't want to shoot you Namjoon."

"And I don't want you to shoot Jin. Just please give me the gun, so no one will get hurt."

"Not until he tells me where she is."

"Jimin, just put the gun down. Look at yourself, you're shaking." Namjoon continued to rub his shoulders.

"Put the gun down. None of this is worth it."

Namjoon pulled him into his arms, as soon as he dropped the gun. He felt Jimin sob into his chest, and held him tightly.

"I know how you're feeling, it's okay." He rubbed his back, and gestured for Jin and and Yoongi to leave the room. Jin gave one last glance, before walking away.

He grabbed tissues from the box next to him, and wiped Jimin's face. Namjoon placed his hand on his forehead, and quickly took it away. "You don't look too well, you might be sick."

"Come on, let's get you something to eat."






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"No."

"Please."

"Nope." I crossed my arms.

"Cmon, you'd make my job easier." He laughed.

"First you talk shit about my boyfriend, and then you expect me to grant you his location. You'd have to kill me before I ever told you."

"Fine, I give up." He stood, and walked to the door way. "Good luck."

"Thanks."

I watched as he walked out the door, and laid my head down. Why'd this shit have to happen.. I probably gave everyone fifty anxiety attacks. I need to get to the village as fast as I can.

I got up, and looked around for an exit. I noticed the vent, and smiled. If there's one thing I learned from Jimin, it's how to escape somewhere you don't want to be.






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"So you're saying she they drugged her?"

She nodded.

"And then took her through that path." He pointed to the right.

"Yes."

"Alright, let's go kick some ass then." He smiled.

"Jungkook, what about the others?"

He scratched his head. "Tae! Hoseok!"

They walked back with a pale of water. "We found the water."

Jungkook grabbed Tae's shoulders. "I need you to use your best acting face."

"Wha?"

He turned to Hoseok. "I need you to be as crazy as you possibly can. Like literally act like you just got out of a mental institution."

"I mean, no problem, but why?"

"We're going to need as many distractions as we can get."

"Distractions?"

"Long story short. They took El, and Jimin went God knows where. We need to find her, and we have a couple ideas of where she might be thanks to miss genius." He patted Lisa's back.

"What's the first idea?"

"Lab."

"No no no, last time we tried, she wasn't there. Cross that out." Hoseok frowned.

"Fine, you have a better idea?"

"The facility?" Tae offered.

"That makes sense." Hoseok shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine, facility it is.."






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"Jimin sit up, you'll choke."

He continued to drink the water while laying his back, until Namjoon had to physically lift his head.

"Do you need anything else? I need to go to a meeting. Just shower, and go to sleep. I'm hiding you in my room for a couple of days."

He let out a deep sigh, and turned to his side. Namjoon took that as a no, and walked out the room, locking it.

As soon as the door shut, he got up, and changed his clothes. He climbed over the balcony, and climbed down the side of building. The sooner he got to the lab, the better.




AUTHORS NOTE
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