3rd Person's P.O.V.
Minah sat playing with her food, upset that Youngho was lying about something she didn't know of. He looked up at her unamused face and was concerned, what had he done to deserve the silent treatment? "Honey," she looked up confused, why the sudden old couple nickname? "What is it?" He asked,
"Nothing," she hummed in response, before continuing to fiddle with her Alfredo pasta. If she were in the mood, she'd compliment him on how tasty it was, but she wasn't. Instead, she felt like curling up in a ball and crying, a bit dramatic, but she wasn't raised not to be petty.
He looked up once again, this time, slightly more frustrated and huffed, "Listen, babe, I know there's something wrong. I can't apologise for something that I don't know." This time, she placed her fork down and replied almost monotonously, "okay then, maybe you're right. You should know what I'm upset about."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Yoona."
"I thought you hated that bitch," he replied, slightly confused. "Oh, I do, but I have something to ask about when she was alive."
"And what's that?" She looked up at him, for the first time in half an hour and with a stern face responded, "did you design this apartment with Yoona?" In almost an instant, his cool and calm face turned into quite the disturbed and shocked one. Minah wasn't too impressed by this, "oh, so you did?" She immediately stood up and rushed to her bedroom before slamming the door, leaving him in a troubled and slightly guilty state.
Kim Taehyung
Jisoo Noona stood in front of me, grief across her face as she pulled me into another hug. Jin Hyung didn't look too impressed, and yes, Hyung, not just Jin. He's been more of a brother to me than Namjoon ever has. "It's okay Tae, it really is. I know how you feel," she spoke. I didn't know how to respond, thoughts piled up in my small head, but no words came out. I felt helpless and ashamed, ashamed of what I had done for that sick man. From the corner of my eye I could see Jin glaring at Jisoo and I, at first I wondered how he was able to pull such a sour face at a time like this until I looked up and realised why. My face was stuck right between her bosom, eek! I quickly pulled away with disgust, "what's wrong, Tae?" she asked, concerned. I looked at Jin who was officially giving me the death stare and stuttered, "I- um, uh, I-I am just so upset that I don't know what to say."
"Aaaw, don't worry, it's okay, it'll all get better soon. Come back here," she answered before pulling me back into another one of those hugs. "Ahem babe, give the boy some space," Jin grumbled, if it wasn't clear before that he was uncomfortable, it was now. "Don't be so rude, Jinnie! Can't you see that the boy is in grief!"
"Umm, actually Jisoo Noona, I'm getting quite tired, I think I'm going to head off to sleep," I smiled before rushing to bed. As soon as I sat in my bed, my mind became a storm cloud, I can't actually stay here, can I? It doesn't feel right, I feel like an intruder. Besides, it's not like I'm broke or anything, truth is, with all the extra jobs, I probably have more in the account than Jin. But where will I go? I never actually thought of leaving the mansion, at least I have my own bank accounts, though. There's no way Jin would just let me go without a reasonable excuse, he'd worry too much about me if I just left. What is a logical reason for him?
I stared into the dark abyss of my bedroom here, it was different, rinsed of anything that belonged to me. My bedroom in the mansion had all sorts of things that represented me, from the small pocket knife I carried when I was back in that hole with Mark to the picture I took when we went to Disneyland. It wasn't clean, dirty and messy as a matter of fact, but it was me. This room is too pure, too dull, too everything that isn't me. You're just being dramatic, stop being such a baby and be grateful for what you have. If it wasn't for Jin and Jisoo, you'd be dead and buried in some ditch. I don't know how long I'll last here, I need to find something to do before I go nuts.
Park Sooyoung
It's hard to comprehend what had just happened, Sicheng and I were casually walking outside of the club when everything turned grey. Like a dark angel, Sehun fell flat on the floor and is now lying in a pool of blood. I had heard of all of these gang deaths before, but nothing like this. His grimacing face was unrecognisable at first, covered in nasty scars and bruises, now it's covered in blood. My body remained frozen as Sicheng rushed over and tried to save what little was left of Sehun. He laid weak on the ground; any sudden movement caused more blood to gush out. Sicheng was now screaming, "call the ambulance!" but I couldn't, I couldn't move. I was in shock from what I had just witnessed, Sehun was a prick, but he didn't deserve to die. Is this what my sister felt when she was dying on the floor? Was there blood gushing out of her system? Was she in this much pain?
The thought made me shiver in fear and tremble, be strong Sooyoung! Be strong! "SOOYOUNGAH CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE!" he screamed, this time pulling me out of shock. I called an ambulance as fast as I could, incapable of getting any words out. "Ma'am, are you okay?" asked the handler, "I-i t-think he's dead," I whispered in response. Tears rolled down my face as I saw the scene take place, his body limp, any movement was now gone. His breath stopped. Sicheng continued to pump at his chest, in an attempt to save him, but it was too late, even a child would know that it's too late. "He's gone," I murmured, but he couldn't hear me in the crowd, no one could.
After another five minutes of trying to save him, Sicheng shakily looked down at his bloody hands and cried like I had never seen before. "No, no, he's not dead. He can't be,"
"I'm so sorry Sicheng, so sorry," but there's nothing I can do. Sehun's eyes were still open, gazing into the depths of the afterworld, he looked pitiful, to say the least. I can't imagine what his last thoughts were, who they were about. It's terrifying that just a few weeks ago he was begging for mercy at our home, but we turned him away. We judged him on his past actions without even once considering whether or not he had changed. Sicheng walked over to his corpse and closed his eyes for the last time. It's so shocking to see how long it's been since the first time I saw him, the Sehun I remember was bold, confident, and powerful. I looked up to him at times for having the guts to walk in like he owned the place, but I guess death catches up with everyone. The face of my lover woke me from my deep thoughts, his eyes were lost and broken beyond imagination. I didn't know what to do, so I did the one thing that helped me when I was mourning my sister, I pulled him into a hug. The most forceful hug I had ever pulled him in, I won't let him go, not now, not ever.
Lee Minyoung
Standing outside of my brother's office at a time like this is probably in the top 10 for nerve-wracking situations I've been in. Unfortunately, this time, I can't cupcake myself out of it. Just breathe Minyoung, breathe. It's hard to talk about something like this, especially to someone who wants you protected, but it's what needs to be done. He didn't deserve to be shouted at like that, nobody does, especially from his own sister. I know he knows I'm out here, but I can't walk in, not until my thoughts clear up. My head continues to spin, and the door in front of me shrinks into the unknown. It's Suho, his touch, I feel it again, that man is touching me again! He won't stop, get him off of me, get him off! THUD! He's got me trapped in between his filthy arms. He remains on top of me again, like before, but, so much stronger in every way.
I can't get him off of me, "GET OFF! GET OFF OF ME!" I scream, and still no response. He doesn't say anything as he continues to pull off my top, with every struggle, I feel his grip get heavier. "STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" My screaming still unheard by the monster, "don't worry, you won't feel much until after I'm done," he whispers into my ear, before injecting me with some sort of drug. The next moments are those of pain and disgust, sinking in and out of consciousness. "Stop, please," but his foul words don't stop, and neither does he.
"Minyoungah, wake up!"
3rd Person's P.O.V.
The elder wept in his sister's arms, praying that she'd wake up from whatever nightmare she was in. It was hard to ignore her screaming when they were so loud, and for once, he didn't need an explanation of what had happened when it was so crystal clear. Saying something and living through it are two very different things. Minyoung was curled up in a ball, shaking all over in disgust and fear. Not once in his life had Taeyong seen his sister so afraid, so small, so pitiful. She was sweating all over, panic-ridden and in a state, no one should be in. "Wake up, please," he begged, unable to watch his sister suffer any more. Nothing mattered to him anymore, not getting revenge, not his pride, not his ego, not anything, just his sister's safety, the person he cares for the most. She continued to scream in pain as her older brother could do nothing, but watch. It was enough to make his spine tremble, something that doesn't happen very often. At every attempt to lift her off the ground, she shook in his arms, stuck like glue to the ground.
By now, Doyoung was upstairs, rushing to his screaming girlfriend. As a doctor, he had to remain calm, "Let's lift her and take her to the medical room," he spoke. They both carried the screaming, sweating and shivering girl to the quiet medical room. It took both of them to finally calm her down, and when she finally woke up, she didn't speak a word. She laid down in bed, curled up and staring into the distance. Suho's memory took control of her, wrapping himself around everything positive she had to offer and turning it into filth. His touch made her feel stiff; she knew if she fell asleep, he'd be back to torment her once again. "Umm, Noona," muttered the small voice from behind, it was Mark. She recognised his voice straight away and remained hushed, "I know it's hard, but if you don't want to talk to someone close to you, you can talk to me. I won't judge you." His kind words meant a lot more to her than she showed, words that did a lot more healing than sitting in that uncomfortable bed did. "I get it, you don't want to talk," he replied, before turning around. "Stop," she responded, for the first time in a while, "don't go, I hate being alone." He understood and sat down right next to her, not close to her face, but close enough.
Mark Lee
I know I should probably keep my distance from her, but I can't help myself. It's so hard to control myself around her, I just want to wrap my arms around her small body and tell her that it's okay, that she can trust me. I want her to know that she's safe around me and that she doesn't have to worry around me, but I don't know how to tell her. Why can't you just speak up? Why do you have to stay quiet in situations like this? It's so hard to control myself around her, but I have to keep quiet. She doesn't deserve someone like me, plus she's in love with someone else. She won't ever see me as someone more than a friend; it's something I'm just going to have to live with, but if she doesn't open that gob I'm going to go crazy. This awkward silence is killing me!
Think Mark! What is something interesting that has happened recently? You killed that investment banker the other day with a direct hit, but she's not interested in those kinds of things. What is she interested in? Hmm, perhaps some gossip, but what? Think, Mark, think! Has anybody told you anything she wouldn't know about? But she knows about everything! Wait a second, Yuta mentioned knowing Yoona before, maybe she doesn't know about that. Technically he didn't make me promise him anything, so it's not like I'm breaking something to tell her, except his trust you idiot! You can't tell her, he will literally kill you, or try to. He's not that strong... Think of the plus side, she might start talking to you, you can form a relationship, have kids, die old... Too much. Or, Yuta finds out and hangs you outside of his club, but you've escaped more dangerous situations. Worst case scenario, he holds a grudge for a while, and you can deal with that.
"Umm, Noona, did you hear about Yuta and Yoona?"
"Huh?" she hummed, not paying much attention. Ugh, she won't listen to such a boring story, I need to spice things up a bit. "They were in a relationship," within an instant, she was up, both hands on her cheeks and interested.
"Tell me more," she replied, more responsive than ever.
"She was one of his strippers,"
"But I thought he maintains a professional relationship with his workers,"
"He does, but she was different."
"I don't know Mark, it just doesn't sound like Yuta, are you sure this even happened? Who even told you?"
"He wasn't being overdramatic at the funeral for no reason. You can't tell anyone, and I'm only telling you this because you're my friend."
"I won't tell anyone,"
"You have to promise me Noona because he told me himself," her mouth dropped even more, and her troubled face had turned to one of amusement. "I promise, now tell me," she replied, giddier than ever. "We were sitting in his car on the way back from the funeral, and he stopped in the middle of the road,"
"He stopped? But that's a safety hazard!"
"I know! He risked both of our lives!"
"Wow, so he was crazy crazy,"
"Yeah, I haven't seen him like that before, it was shocking."
"Woah, tell me more."
"He said that he couldn't take his eyes off of her, she stood out from the crowd and he fell right on the spot. Apparently, they did it and were dating right here in the mansion!"
"Right here in the mansion?! But wasn't Yoona dating Youngho?" Oh shit, yeah she was.
"She was, but she only dated him when she was separated from Yuta."
"Woah! They were separated at times too! But didn't she stay obsessed with Youngho, isn't that why he killed her?"
"No, it was like some kind of game for them."
"Harassing Youngho?"
"No, the relationship. They needed her to seem crazy about him so that nobody would suspect her and Yuta together."
"Wow, that's clever. I can't believe Youngho killed her, even when her feelings for him were fake. I was so sure that she was mad about him."
"I know, that's why Yuta was so upset at the funeral, he didn't even get to say goodbye."
"Oh, awww, that's so sad but so juicy, I can't believe I didn't know! How did they manage so long without getting caught?"
"I don't know, I don't know. I thought you knew!"
"Wow, Yuta and Yoona, who knew? I am shocked, I am gone, I am deceased, wow." Did I really just make her feel somewhat better? "DECEASED?! WHO?" screamed Doyoung from the other side of the room, rushing in as if he heard a gunshot. His worried face turned into one of relief as he noticed that Minyoung seemed slightly more comfortable and was actually talking. "No one babe, Mark was just telling me a story."
"Oh okay, I thought-"
"No, it's okay. We're all good here."
Lee Taeyong
I haven't checked on Minyoung yet, I know she's okay, Doyoung told me. It's shocking that I had to watch my own sister suffer like that right in front of my eyes while I stood there completely and utterly powerless. It was as if she was calling, no screaming, for help, and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save the one person in this world who means so much to me, like I couldn't save the love of my life, Seulgi. Why am I cursed? What did I do to deserve this? After everything we've been through, we at least deserved some form of a happy ending, something that could've guaranteed the safety of our future generations.
It hurts right now, but I can't sit back and do nothing, the plan is going well, and once I consume both BTS and EXO, I can finally take a back seat. If I continue like this, I'll die early, but maybe that's good. Maybe dying will mean I get to see my Seulgi even sooner. I wonder what she thinks when she looks down at me? An angel like her deserves so much more, but she's all I've got left. The only reason I'm not afraid of death.
I cannot cloud my head with thoughts of her, I must persevere and get back my thrown. The meeting with Namjoon was my first step in taking over, all I need now is a discussion with Suho. Once I get both of them hooked on my plan, it will be easy to take them out. Minyoung already found out about EXO's leader, I knew it was him all along. After all, how could I forget who his daughter was?
Dong Sicheng
I looked down at my slightly red hands, stained with leftover blood. I have the knowledge to remove blood from practically anything, and yet I continue to stare. Am I guilty or being nostalgic? It's weird, looking down at my stained hands makes me feel better about myself, a simple reminder of someone that I loved. He did terrible things to me and yet here I sit, with him in my memory. I should be happy that he's gone, but I'm drained, physically and mentally. He kept taking and taking; when I had nothing left, he left, just like that.
Screw you Sehun! You did this to your fucking self. I have nothing to be upset for except the suit you ruined with your blood. But I can't fucking get you out of my head, even when I try. You ruined everything, and you're still doing it, even when you're dead. I shouldn't be sat here outside of your hospital room hoping that you'll somehow wake up. You're gone, dead, just like I wished you would be. I should be celebrating, spitting on your grave and enjoying life, but instead, I'm sitting here crying like some bitch.
"Sicheng," spoke her soothing voice, "I know you probably don't want to talk, but it's okay. We'll get through this together." Please don't lie to me Sooyoung, you hated him a lot more than me. "It's just so weird, I wanted him dead but now that he's actually gone-" I couldn't finish my sentence, it was too much, I took a short breath and wept like I never have before. I know she's worried about me, but I can't help myself, within a few seconds I was, once again, pulled back in for another hug. "I know. Just let it all out," she whispered. Her therapeutic voice echoed in my head, the medicine to my illness. Park Sooyoung, how are you doing this to me? Why? I leaned into her soft chest, inhaling her scent, her scent that calmed me down instantly and made me feel all senses once again, infatuating is what she is. The drug that I can't live without.
I know you don't want this life, but I can't live mine without you Park Sooyoung. Don't leave me like he left me...
3rd Person's P.O.V.
Jisoo stood up once again, shrugging the curse words she had just received off. "Listen to me, god damn it!" He shouted, annoyed that she wasn't listening to him. "I have been fucking listening!"
"If you were listening then you'd fucking understand!"
"I know you don't like the idea, but I don't give a shit!" she yelled back, why won't he listen to her? She's crazy, but not stupid. "Just listen to me, Jisoo."
"I have been, I just don't like what you had to say."
"I'm sorry for shouting, but I can't help myself. We can't just let him stay forever with us. Eventually, he's going to have to go."
"I know, but he was raised without a childhood, the least we can do for him is get his bedroom decorated." The man looked back at his troubled wife and smiled, how could he say no to such a pretty face? "Okay, we'll decorate his room together. I don't want us to fight like this because of such a ridiculous reason, or again." She pouted in return,
"Of course we're going to fight over something ridiculous again Jinnie, that's what married couples do. I just hate it when you get angry."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just don't know what I'll do without you," he sighed.
"You won't lose me," she replied, "ever." He then leaned in for a kiss, grasping onto his wife as if it was the last time. "I love you, Kim Jisoo," he spoke, smiling into the kiss.
"I love you too, Kim Seokjin," she replied with a small smile.
Lee Donghyuck
I sat waiting for something, anything, a sign of life or perhaps another person to torture. I hate sitting here alone with nothing to do, Mark has gone on some mission, and I'm stuck alone. Maybe if Minah was here, I'd actually have something to do, all I can do is walk around the gardens reminiscing on our memories here. If you hadn't agreed on that stupid plan, then she wouldn't be gone, you idiot! You couldn't contain your dumb emotions for one second. Instead, you've let her go with that thick prick. "Fuck!" I yelled into the distance, pissed off that I didn't have anything to do, that I let her getaway. And now Yoona is dead, she was a bitch, I'll agree, but she didn't deserve it. "Fuck!" I shout again, wanting somebody, anybody to hear. Instead, I get silence, maybe I deserve it, maybe I don't deserve happiness.
I managed to drag myself to some bench in the rose garden, too heartless to cry, yet too compassionate to not feel anything. The cold wind blew against my hair; I remain, dead still. I stay like this for hours, hoping that someone will find me in this freezing weather and save me from myself. I look down at my phone, this time I spot my saviour, Minah with 5 missed calls. Shit, she's going to kill me. I take a deep breathe and call her once. If she picks up, she'll shout; if she doesn't, then she'll kill me. There's really no good outcome in this situation, but I want to hear her soft and subtle voice once again. It's been too long since the last time I had heard from her, it was almost worrying to see that she hadn't called me before. After a few seconds of ringing, she picks up, but there was nothing. No answer, just the delicacy of her breathing enclosed by silence. "Hello? Minah?" I ask, waiting for some sort of response.
"Minah, are you there?" I know she's there, I can hear her breathe, maybe she's indecisive. Perhaps she's trying to prank me or something, "Ummm, Minah. I'm going to cut you off, bye."
"Wait," she whispers, almost soundlessly, "I think Johnny can hear."
"What?! Is he hurting you?!" I almost yell, who the fuck does he think he is?
"No, no. I called to ask about him,"
"Oh. What about him?" I ask, suddenly uninterested and wanting to go back to depression.
"What was his relationship like with Yoona?" What a strange question to ask, is she insecure or something? "Umm, what do you mean?"
"Like, were they serious?"
"It depends on what you mean."
"Oh for fuck's sake Haechan, did they buy apartments and plan to live with each other?" Oh, so that's what this is. "Well, yeah. Let me guess, he asked you to pick a number between 1-10 and took you to one of his luxury apartments. You were impressed but realised soon that it was all a lie."
"How did you know?"
"It's so cliche and obvious of you Minah."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked defensively,
"I'm ending the call, go call someone else to answer your dumb fucking questions," I shouted furiously before cutting off the call. Her naive nature pisses me off, "fuck!" I scream once again; proceeding to slam my phone to the ground. How dare she call me for such a simple-minded fucking reason and about him too! The audacity she has infuriates me.
Moon Taeil
I sat tightly, waiting for my brain scan results. There's a reason why I've been off, and I'm worried that it'll be for life. The doctor told me that it's highly unlikely that I've got what I think I've got, then why do I feel so strange? I've been around for a while, maybe this is God's way of telling me that I've worked hard enough. 'You've done well Moon Taeil, it's time you take a rest.' But I can't go just yet, Taeyong is waiting on me, I haven't seen much of him lately, I don't want him to see me in such a state. Maybe if I was there for him more, I wouldn't be feeling so guilty right now.
The headaches, the dizziness, sinking in and out of sleep isn't healthy. Nothing I do is normal. The doctor looked down at his monitor with a slightly disheartened face, making me even more anxious. I could suddenly feel and hear my pounding heart, trying to escape out of my chest. "I'm sorry, Mr Moon, but you have a large malignant tumour inside of your brain."
"W-what does that mean?"
"It means you have Gliomas cancer, a form of brain cancer," he replied.
"Is, is there anything we can do about it? So many people are cured of cancers every year, surely you can fix me too, right?" I asked, quite desperately. He only looked back with his head down, even more in despair than before. "I'm sorry, Mr Moon, but you're already in such a far stage that I don't know if it'll be possible. Surgery would be quite risky as the tumour is so large, and chemotherapy might damage too many healthy brain cells."
"What, what are you saying?" He looked me up and down, before replying almost silently, "You don't have very long left."
Ok, I know I have been gone, for like ever, but I promise that I will complete this ff! I've just had so much work to do, but now that corona is around and I have a lot more time to spare, I'm hoping to write a lot more! Also, WOW, THIS BOOK HAS NEARLY 5K VIEWS! HOW!?? THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING AND VOTING!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I'm also trying to just get out what I can, so, writing shorter chapters with more oomph. You know, quality over quantity.