They gulped sleeping pills.
How?
How did he kill them?!
Then an idea popped up in her mind.
"He was not alone," Jia spoke up suddenly, standing near the couch with Namjoon, Hoseok and her parents seated on it in the old couple's house.
Pain.
"Do you think he has an accomplice?" Namjoon asked her and she looked at him, nodding.
"You can't do this without any help. "
Hoseok sighed, mussing his hair, "What do you want to do?"
"Something! Everything!" Jia exclaimed, gesturing with her hands. "I want him to root in fucking jail!" her voice cracked, tears rolling down her face. "I want this nightmare to end!"
"Jia. Jia, look at me." She did what Namjoon said as he got up, went near her and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles, " We will try. Ok?"
Her lips quivered and she took his hands between hers, nodding.
Namjoon pressed her lips on her forehead, closing his eyes and huggin her.
Jia's parents and Hoseok just watched their interactions.
"He seems a good person, Hoseok."
The aforementioned young man looked at the gentleman, smiling weakly at his whispered observation, "Yes, Uncle. He is."
"I won't mind him being my son-in-law," added the lady, the corner of her lips upward, looking at her husband.
"Too soon, honey."
"Just saying, love."
Hoseok just listened to them while his eyes were fixed on his friends, before gulping and looking away.
Desperation.
That night they waited patiently...
But he didn't call her.
Again.
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Fanfiction(KNJ x OC) When the calls from a stoned guy are not just normal calls. - Why do you only call me when you're high? - - Because it's the only time I can talk to you about how I feel about you. And the only time you're not always with them. - 𝐍𝐨𝐭...
