𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟸𝟿 | 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 ☽

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With the chilly wind blowing through me, I shiver while trying to warm my arms. I walk quietly through the path, and once I find the end, I notice it leads to the inn.

All of a sudden, as soon as my foot steps out of the blackened forest, I hear sounds again. They rush to me like bees to honey, and I rub my ears from how quickly the sounds of people and fireworks attack my eardrums.

It doesn't make sense, but I don't have time to question it. I continue my search for Namjoon and begin calling out his name once more. I don't care if people look at me anymore. I have to find him.

When I suddenly spot the men walking along the grounds, I remain calm while walking back to the inn. As I cross the threshold, I make my way to our room.

Strangely enough, no one is in the building, which is good considering that everyone is at the festival.

Making my way to our room, I start to knock on the door, hoping he made it back. However, when I notice the door is slightly cracked open, I force myself inside the room.

Opening the door, I see four men standing in a circle while Namjoon is laying on the floor, coughing up blood.

When I watch one of the men kick him hard in the stomach, I rush up to them.

"Stop it!" I yell, standing in front of the man who kicked him while trying to shield his body with mine. I outstretch my arms, defending Namjoon's body as best as I can.

When I look down to glance at him, I notice how he's barely conscious.

"Move girl, this doesn't have anything to do with you," the older man speaks, spitting on the carpet without caring.

Although I'm afraid, I stand my ground without budging. I don't understand what went wrong with Namjoon, but I'll be damned if I run away and let them kill him.

"It does. I won't let you hurt him any more than you already have," I narrow my eyes.

I don't care if they laugh at how we're dressed, laugh at how my hair is coming undone, or at how sweat is trickling down my face. I don't care and won't let them hurt him anymore.

"Move-" instantly, I shove the man when he tries to push me out of the way.

"Did you not hear me? I said I'm not moving. You think you're big shots because you're part of the Yakuza. Everyone is supposed to fear you because that's how big your ego is. Well, you know what? I've had enough fear this past week to not care if some assholes threaten me," I repeat, darkening my gaze when the guy comes up to me. "If you want to kill me, then do it. I've had enough of this pathetic world anyway."

"You're brave, girl, but it's a shame," he says, clicking his tongue.

I say nothing, keeping my gaze directly on him.

"That you will die with him," he points at the ground before I have time to turn.

I feel it suddenly. The sharp, coldness of a blade being pushed into my side. I stand still, watching the man's expression stay darkened.

My eyes widen when tears spill over my eyelids when the man behind me rips the blade out of my side, slinging specs of blood across the room.

I fall to my knees, watching the guy before me smile widely before something hits me from the back of the head. My last breath releases right before I hit the ground.

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I force my heavy eyelids open, seeing greenish colors flash by out of a window. I realize I'm in the backseat of a car.

Looking around, I notice Namjoon's driving. He's calm. Easing up, I whence which gains his attention.

"You should sleep some more," he says when glancing back at me. "You were hit hard,"

"What happened?" I ask, squinting my eyes from the sharp pain to the back of my head and side.

I gently raise my shirt, seeing my wound now stitched.

"The short version is that I woke up, saw you were knocked out, and I fought those assholes. Stole their ride, and we ditched the inn. Thought it would be better than waiting around to either end up dead by them or the police," he admits, handing a bottle of water to me.

"If you're not going to rest, then get some fluid down. I'm sure you're thirsty."

Taking the bottle of water, I don't hesitate to drink it. When the bottle is empty, I toss it on the other seat and sigh outwardly.

"Where are we going?" I ask, rubbing my tired eyes while trying to ignore the pain.

"Somewhere far," he admits, "lay down and sleep some more. I'll wake you when we're there," although he says that, I can tell something is up with him. However, my eyes are too sleepy to stay awake and ask.

Without realizing it, I'm laying down again, softly breathing where I fall away into my dreams.

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