[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

40; Twisted Loyalties

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My heart is pounding as I stand frozen in Hobi's apartment, the reality of his betrayal crashing down on me. The minty mask in my hand feels like it's burning my skin. Hobi, the friend I thought I knew, stands before me with a cold, calculating gaze.

"Surprised?" he says, his voice chillingly calm. "I must admit, you've been quite the puzzle, Dolly."

I take a step back, my mind racing. "Why, Hoba? Why would you do this?"

He smirks, the familiar warmth in his eyes replaced by something dark and menacing. "Because it's thrilling, Dolly. The fear, the control, the power over someone's life... It's intoxicating."

"But...you acted like you were scared. You called me for help!" My voice trembles with anger and betrayal.

"Of course, I did. How else would I get you here, alone, without raising suspicion? You're so easy to manipulate, Dolly."

Before I can react, Hobi moves with terrifying speed. His hand clamps down on my wrist, yanking me towards him. Panic surges through me as I struggle to break free, but his grip is ironclad.

"Let me go, Hoba!" I scream, my voice echoing in the empty apartment.

"Oh, Dolly, you're not going anywhere." He chuckles, the sound devoid of any warmth. "You have no idea how long have I been waiting for this moment."

With a swift, practised motion, Hobi pulls a cloth from his pocket and presses it to my face. The sickly-sweet scent of chloroform fills my nostrils, and I feel my strength ebbing away. My vision blurs and darkness starts to close in around me.

"Sleep, Dolly," Hobi whispers, his voice the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

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HOBI

I watch as Jimin's body goes limp, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. This moment, this perfect execution of my plan, has been in the making for far too long. Carefully, I lift Jimin and carry him to the basement, a secure place where no one will hear his screams or his pleas.

After making sure he's securely bound and unable to escape, I take a moment to catch my breath and compose myself. I have a role to play, after all.

I lock the basement door behind me and leave my apartment, making my way to Yoongi's place. The walk is short, but my mind races with the stories I need to fabricate to maintain my facade. When I arrive, I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

As I step into Yoongi's apartment, I let my facade of panic and concern settle over me like a comfortable mask. Inside, I'm calm, collected, and calculating. This is just another step in my game, another move towards achieving what I want.

"Hyung, we were attacked," I announce as soon as the door opens, my voice quivering with false distress. I watch their reactions closely, studying every flicker of doubt or suspicion that crosses their faces.

Yoongi's eyes narrow, and I can see the gears turning in his mind as he tries to piece together the puzzle I've laid out before him. Jungkook, on the other hand, looks like he's ready to pounce, his body tense with barely contained rage.

"We were ambushed on our way here. Jimin told me to run and get help. I... I didn't want to leave him, but he insisted," I continue, weaving my web of lies with practised ease.

Their reactions are exactly as I anticipated—concern, confusion, and a hint of scepticism. But they're no match for me. I've been playing this game for far too long to let a couple of doubts derail my plans.