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Without warning, my feelings grow, what do I do?~ IOI Whatta Man

Walking back to my house after college was a nightmare because I hated being alone especially when it gets darker at night but luckily Yangyang was walking with me because his house was a little further on. "How do you handle all of your friends? They seem very outgoing and troublesome," I initiated a conversation so the air wouldn't seem awkward. He looked at me and for a moment I thought he was going to say something serious but he changed his look and said, "I don't know either," he laughed a little but it seemed forced. I decided not to carry on the conversation and changed it to ask about the girls who came up to me earlier. I asked, "Why did the girls from earlier have to ask if you'd forced me to be your friend?" I didn't hear an answer and as I looked at my best friend it suddenly felt like I didn't know him at all. He seemed agitated and said very quickly – almost too quickly, "Yeah... they just haven't liked us since we were younger. They were just probably trying to get us annoyed." I nodded in understanding.

We walked in silence the rest of the way to what is probably Jay B's house and not my brother's. However much he pretends he owns the place. I knocked on the front door because I have no Key and as I turned to say goodbye to Yangyang he'd gone.  "Come in noodle head," a guy behind me said and I felt a hand drag my wrist into the house. I turned around to see my half-kidnapper and it was one of the guys I knew by sight but not by name. As if in answer to my question, my brother came barging into the room, carrying an empty ramen packet and half a bottle of water saying, "Bambam, don't drag my sister dude." Bambam looked once at Jackson then at me and said, "I see no similarities, are you sure she's not adopted?" I choked on air and Jackson shook his head calmly. Bambam then turned to me and said, "Have you had any plastic surgery in your lifetime?" I shook my head, offended and he just shrugged saying, "Oh well."

Yugyeom walked in the kitchen with a bloody knife singing, "Ah-ah-ah-yeah. La-la-la-la-la. Heart b-b-b-beat, something something Russian Roulette." He spotted me and hid the knife behind his hands, edging towards the sink. Bambam hurried over to him, whispered something and the younger whispered something back and then they both run out of the kitchen laughing, the knife laying on the sink. Jackson stood there in deep thought making a strange face and then randomly announced, "I need to go water my fish."

I was left on my own in the kitchen with a bloody knife which as I edged closer to look at it, made me feel sick, I'd hurried to the sink in case I was sick but that was a bad idea. I was closer now than I was then. Idiot. Jinyoung - the one who didn't trust/like me idk - was now casually strolling through the kitchen, halfway through rifling through a shelf when he saw me and looked at the knife next to me. His eyebrows raised super high and he opened his mouth to say something but apparently words escaped him. I was silent for a minute and then we both tried to speak at the same time, "What did you do?!" "It's not mine-" We stared at each other for another minute but then I got bored and said, "That's Yugyeom's not mine. Actually can I move now I'm feeling worse than I did." He nodded and I shuffled away until I was standing next to him.

"Yugyeom's did you say?" he asked. I nodded, wondering what was going on through his mind. He didn't say anything but I could see those wheels turning in his head. He said nothing literally nothing and just walked off. I was confused and I felt that following him would be totally amazing but I'm lazy so I didn't and I was left with picking up a ball pen and scribbling on my cast that was still as heavy on my arm.

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I didn't have any classes today and my cast was taken off so I set off early in the morning with a black shirt and black jeans and black boots and black sunglasses because that is the only colour in my wardrobe. I went to a small cafe a few streets away and after I'd ordered my cappuccino and a small cinnamon roll I slouched in one of the corner seats. I watched people go by through the window because I'm not nosy I just people-watch for entertainment. As my order came I saw someone walk past the window in a similar outfit to mine except I saw a flash of silver on his belt and he was wearing a mask. I picked up my food from the table said to the waitress, "Sorry, I'm gonna have to take this to go," then I dashed out of the cafe, following the man, shouting wait after him. 

I followed him down a side alley, past a few a dodgy stores and then we both came to a halt in a bright alley where the sun was actually blinding my face. I heard him say, "I know you're following me Emma." I was confused and then realized it was what other people called me and swore to myself and before I actually knew what I was doing because obviously I didn't want to ask this question, I said, "I recognize you, I don't know your name but you seem familiar. Why?" He turned to me and grinned, he looked like he knew something I didn't. His voice and face was familiar but I couldn't put a name to it. He walked over to me and said, "Gosh, Got7 did well didn't they. I did hear rumours about what they were going to do to your mind and your memory but to one of their own sister. You don't remember anything they don't want you to, you remember everything they need you to. Amazing, isn't it? Oh, by the way Emma, how's your shoulder?" A headache came on but this time the pain was so strong I held my head and leant against the wall for support.