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Namjoon doesn't want to believe me, but I have the evidence to prove it.

When I asked how he didn't remember doing it, he said the last thing he remembered was when I left to get the towels, and when he came back to himself, he was resting against the wall.

I explained everything to him while patching up my shoulder from the deep, bite mark he left behind or whatever left it behind. To be honest, he acted like he was possessed by something, and as much as I don't want to believe it, it's the best idea that comes to mind.

He, of course, isn't as open-minded to believe in something like that. He doesn't have an answer to how it happened, but he doesn't want to believe he was possessed, either.

I can't blame him because it does seem far-fetched, but it's what I'm going with for the moment. At least I'm going with that until otherwise.

When we pack up, we leave the motel and set foot in the opposite direction of the city. We need to get far away from the world and that's exactly what we're doing.

We have our black hoodies over our heads, shielding ourselves from the light rain that begins to fall from the gray sky above.

"What does it mean by the curse?" Namjoon asks curiously, lowering our heads when a vehicle passes us on the road.

"I'm not sure," I admit, putting my hands on the straps of my backpack. "Either way, I think it's more than we thought. I don't think we're having dreams about our assignment anymore. I think we're seeing what happened to Yuko and her love." He scoffs after I say that.

"Sure, then what? We'll start seeing ghosts? That's crazy," although he says that, his lips thin as if not sure about his bold statement. "Regardless of what's happening, it can't be anything like that. It can't be..."

As much as I would love to bicker with him about what happened last night, I don't anymore. I've explained everything from the forest to him attacking me, but he still doesn't believe me. I'm tired of talking about this, so I change the topic and talk about something else.

"Is there any service around here? I should probably call Jungkook and let him know I'm okay if we can make it to a telephone somewhere," when I ask that, he stops walking and turns to me, fist tightening.

"Are you insane? We are trying to hide from the fucking world, and you want to go interact with it again? Do you think I wouldn't love to call Dad? Huh? See how he's doing behind bars with murderers surrounding him? Did you ever stop and think that my father may be dead right now? He's an attorney, and inmates normally kill them for their career."

My eyes widen when he yells so loud that the rain seems to silence itself from his brutal tone, but I snap right back.

"Do you think I wanted this to happen to me, to your father, to you? I am innocent, and I told you not to follow me, but you did so otherwise. I don't fucking know why, but you're here. If you want, you can go back to the city and wait behind bars, but I'm not going to sit around and wait for a crowd thirsty for my blood to rip me apart piece by piece."

This time, his eyes widen, never before hearing such an outburst from me, and neither have I heard myself get so torn up.

I pant quietly. "I didn't ask you to follow me, Namjoon. I wanted someone to believe me, that's all. But you don't believe me about what's going on either way," I wipe my nose and my eyes from the tears. I can't help to cry. Everything is over.

"You two looking for a ride?" We turn behind us when we see a small, white truck passing by in the direction we're going. "I'm headed a little ways up the mountain. I'm stopping to get some rest at the nearest hotel,"

"No, we're fine, but thank you-"

"I'll ride along. I need to get away from the city... and people anyway," I admit while opening the truck door and sitting in the passenger seat.

I watch the way Namjoon flashes me that hateful glare, but I turn in the other direction and ignore him.

"I guess I'm coming, too-" before he can grab the handle of the truck, the driver stops him.

"I believe you'll have to sit in the back, son. There's not enough room up here," he says while Namjoon groans and climbs in the back of the truck, slapping the side of the truck for the driver to know he can go.

I watch Namjoon hold the hood over his face when the rain starts becoming a little heavy.

"I have room, but I thought you two needed a break from one another. Seems to me you're having trouble in paradise," the driver says with a serious expression on his older features while tipping down his hat when another vehicle passes us on the road.

"We're not together or anything like that," I rest my chin in my palm while staring out of the window and seeing nothing but tall trees. "We had a disagreement, that's all,"

The man hums after hearing that. A sound that comes off as if he knows exactly what's going on.

"That's how it starts, and then you're in love," when he says that, I turn to him with my eyes narrowed.

"How could I love him? I hardly even know him," although I say that, I'm learning more about Namjoon every day, despite the situation we're stuck in.

The driver shrugs. "Either way, I think the real issue is that you two don't know how to show your feelings. Not feelings of anger, happiness, joy, or even sadness, but feelings of love. If you ask me, I think you two would be a great couple,"

"Well, no one asked you," I bite my tongue after I say that, not meaning to, but it's true. A random stranger telling people how to live their life isn't okay in the slightest. "I'm sorry," I apologize, but the man shakes his head as if he was waiting for a response like that.

"No, no," he says quietly. "I was stating my opinion, and you did yours. Whatever happens with you two is your business," he smiles lightly while turning on the radio while humming to himself.

The whole time I feel bad, but soon enough, he starts talking to me about normal things without asking for personal information. We each laugh a little, and he tells me about his young grandchildren, and even shows me photos of the three of them from a photograph that's taped to the corner of the inside window.

Maybe he's right, and we do need a moment away from one another, at least during the ride.

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