Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
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I hit the punching bag again. And again. I hammered my fist into it over and over again.
But even with sweat coating my skin and my muscles burning, it did nothing lessen my anger. Anger at myself.
The members had taken one look at Jimin's swollen eye and his bruised lip and asked what happened in shock. Only to look even more shocked when they found out it was me. Again!
I had not been able to escape their eyes since then. I could tell no one blamed me. No one thought it was my fault.
And for some reason, it only made me angrier.
They were so understanding, so forgiving but I couldn't stand it. And even though I wasn't pushing Jimin away, it hurt to see his face right now. To know it could happen again.
They told me it was no surprise I had had such a nightmare with our current situation.
For three days, we had sat down in the Black Swan, Lian with us, as we discussed the possibilities of a war with X-EXO. Lian, as our newest member, listened with big eyes. But no fear. No.
That girl would fight to her last breath and show no fear even in the face of death. She'd grin at it and tell it to fuck off.
There had been no attack yet.
But that meant nothing. Suho might just wait for the right moment. And since we haven't left the compound yet, it was only reasonable to assume Suho simply didn't see a chance yet.
It would be stupid, Namjoon had explained, if Suho attacked us where we were strongest. But soon, we would have to leave the camp. Lian would have to. Her father's trial was coming up.
He had been arrested that very same night we sent the evidence to the police. And they were desperately waiting for the daughter of Kwang-Sun to make her statement.
We had pushed it off as far as we could. But today, we would have to go or risk dragging Kwang-Sun's conviction on. And I could speak for all of us when we said we wanted him to be sentenced to prison for a very, very long time as soon as possible.
I blew another round of quick, powerful punches, the punching bag flying back and I growled.
Usually, boxing relieved most of my stress. Not today. Especially not when I felt the members and Lian watch me with worry from the Canopy.
Especially Jimin.
Even without looking, I could tell there was a sad tilt to his lips as he watched me. It only made it all the worse that I couldn't shake what happened last night. Or that I had no idea how I could fall asleep next to him again, without worrying of repeating what happened. Not being able to trust myself anymore.
I was so angry and beating myself up as much as the punching bag, that I hadn't heard him approach. Didn't even notice him before he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and roughly pulled me away.
