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Jimin shuffled in and closed the door behind himself, finding Jin fast asleep. He wasn't surprised to find the oldest in his room, not that he left much these days.

But it was sad to see him sleep off everything he's been feeling. Making his way towards Jin, he settled at the edge of the bed.

" hyung? " He sighs softly, " You need to eat. You skipped breakfast. " Jin just shuffles, mumbling something in his sleep before facing the other way, he slumps.

" I have some news about her. "

That is enough for Jin to blink out of his slumber and sit up slowly, facing him.
" Why do you sound so sad? "

Jimin bites the inside of his cheek,
" S-She doesn't recall anything...but the thing is...she seems to know it's her. She believes it now. "

Jin frowns and Jimin shows his wallpaper, " she asked me when we clicked this picture, hyung. She spoke as if she was so sure this is her..."

Jin stares at the picture, processing Jimin's words. So it wasn't long until she knows everything, was it? She'd eventually remember everything too and Jin was desperately hoping she will.

" Should we help her? Recall things..." He mumbled slowly, " Won't that make it easier for her? "

Jimin purses his lips, nodding. He knows he shouldn't have ran away but he had panicked. And he was sure if he had stayed there any longer, he'd have busted into tears.

It had taken a lot in him to calm down and feel happy about it. He sighs, " I'll talk to her—"

" Help anonymously...Kangho shouldn't know. "

Jin gets out of the bed, " Call everyone for a meeting. I think it's time we also get rid of that fucker anyway. "

Jimin watches as Jin disappears towards his bathroom and sighs, " I guess. "

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La El stares at the gun, tilting her head. It felt like those flashbacks were now a daily occurrence, but still, she couldn't really process them.

She couldn't see clear faces and the voices, the screams she hears were so overwhelming she'd forget them within minutes after calming down.

She gripped on the gun, aware that her father will soon know she has stolen it from his room because La El feels like it belongs to her. It feels like that's her gun and she wants to keep it with herself.

She glances at her phone screen, an unknown number is texting her again. It could be the same person, but with different numbers, it's been a week now.

She keeps seeing different pictures of
Y/n with them, though she's really edgy because of it, looking at those pictures, their smiles somehow also just calm her down.

Its as if she's reliving the memories but she still wants to refuse it.

There's another number, texting her. She wonders who it is, dictating small cute and fluffy words as if its a dialogue from a movie or something.