ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ?

Found him...!

Peeking out of the room, I find myself unable to communicate effectively with anyone beyond these confined walls.

The absence of my phone and any means of tracking further isolates me. The circumstances that led me here remain a blur, likely due to the severity of my injuries.

A sudden sensation of liquid trickling down my nose grabs my attention. Attempting to hold it back only intensifies the pain I feel. My fingers reach for my nose, inadvertently confirming that it is indeed blood. The impact of that betrayer's blow was crippling.

Determined to stop the bleeding, I tilt my head upwards, but my efforts prove futile for what feels like an agonizingly long five minutes.

Despite my best attempts to deny the gravity of my injuries, I cannot ignore the overwhelming dizziness that engulfs me. It seems that people have taken a liking to target my head lately.

It has become all too common to have a bandage wrapped around my skull, a reminder of the pain and frustration I experience on a regular basis.

In my surroundings, there was not a single soul to be seen. Seizing the opportunity, I cautiously forged ahead, exploring the unfamiliar environment. Sensing the urgency of the situation, I beseeched Jimin to take care of Taehyung and my unconscious mother. Taehyung was in no condition to engage in any altercation, and our mother required immediate attention.

At first, Jimin was hesitant to assume this responsibility, but eventually, he relented and agreed to help.

As I continued my search, the house grew increasingly perplexing. Each room appeared identical to the one I had just left moments before. In a surprising turn of events, Jimin warned me about the sounds of clashes I might encounter.

My heart raced as Jimin divulged the truth behind it all - my stepfather was responsible for the chaos within these walls. Strangely, an eerie silence prevailed; no noise, no gunfire, no desperate cries for help.

Only my own breath and the ethereal presence of oxygen whirling through the air accompanied me.

As I approached the door, ready to continue on my way, a powerful voice pierced through the air. Surprisingly, it was a voice I recognized all too well.

Compelled by curiosity, I discreetly pressed myself against the door, yearning to catch a glimpse of the chaos unfolding inside.

My intention was simple: to gain insights into the perplexing situation that had everyone on edge.

"Isn't it shocking that someone like you, who should be held accountable for their actions, dare to point fingers at others? But let me tell you something - karma will catch up to you sooner or later. How can you betray your own flesh and blood? Weren't you the one who was supposed to protect and nurture us? It seems as though you have forgotten what it means to be a father. Frankly, I no longer see you as one. You have become nothing more than a money-hungry individual, incapable of true love and care."

It was Jungkook!

The person I knew all too well, who uttered those words. I still can't comprehend how he could end up in this situation, but his current outburst seems utterly perplexing to me.

"Jungkook, let's face it! In the world we live in today, money holds tremendous power. With it, doors of opportunity swing wide open, and people will eagerly seek your partnership. However, without sufficient funds, society tends to view individuals with a certain disregard. That's why you should value and appreciate my decision to nurture and support you. Embrace this invaluable chance!"

Mr Kim replies.

If I were in Jungkook's position, staying silent would be my top choice in order to expedite Mr Kim's departure. This would provide me with valuable time to strategize my escape plan and break free from their grasp.