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 once again, couldn't believe how blessed I was to be given this family.
How lucky and fortunate to be a part of this group.
Namjoon confessed the truth he had hidden for so long. Told them about knowing Jimin's sister was alive.
They were shocked and I had also seen some accusation in their eyes before Namjoon explained why he had not said anything. That he had feared for Jimin's life. That Kia was not just a betraying, lying, power-hungry snake, but not hesitant to killing innocent either. Would not hesitate to kill her own brother.
And then, they had all promised to make sure Jimin would be protected. That we would try anything, so the two of them would never have to face each other one on one.
They also all raged about how Suho would dare bring her into this. It was a sign of war as loud as a scream.
No. He wasn't sitting around, playing thumb-war. He was in it for real. Was attacking us where it hurt the most.
And once again, I couldn't help but feel the determination of it flowing through my veins.
Something, I had not been able to tell Jimin this morning. That I already settled on taking one person's life. Someone, who also had no place to walk this earth, not when everything he did, was hurting others.
But I kept that to myself.
No one but Namjoon, who glanced my way with worry too often, knew what I had decided on.
And later that night, we finally made a decision.
No more sitting around. No more waiting for another attack. No more waiting for Suho to make another move.
We would have to finally enter the playing field.
We would go out tonight.
Would appear strong and united. We would show Suho and every gang out there, who they were messing with. We were not broken. Not weak. And not afraid of Suho and his lot.
And of course, we dressed for the occasion.
Maybe it sounded superficial and vein, but truth was, appearances mattered.
We went in black. All of us.
Lian wore a skin-tight, leather dress, the neckline scooping low and a black choker around her throat. Her hair tumbled around her lovely face in black waves and her eyes practically glowed blue with the dark make-up she wore. A smile formed on my lips when I noticed she had woven black feathers into her hair.
