3rd pov
A month had passed but the nightmares hadn't stopped. Y/n had started therapy not too long after the police had talked to her about the investigation.
Because of the high priority of the case and that it happened at her place of work they couldn't just let it be.
So with that she had to keep her distance with the boys outside because she didn't want them pulled into it. The media would have them all over the blogs and news reports. The fans would not be happy either.
So as much as they protested she made the decision to keep it quiet, the managers agreed with her decision and told them they would take care of her completely and made sure nothing bad would happen.
It was something she had to overcome and face.
There shouldn't be a trial because with everything collected and reported from multiple people, she was the target and was ultimately in a life or death situation.
He was dead and she knew it.
She saw it with her own eyes. Did it by her own hands.
It's the look that haunted her.
The life leaving his eyes.
But she didn't have a choice.
Woozi laid with her in his arms. Finally she fell asleep after waking up screaming in the middle of the night. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed her apologies and wished for the dreams to stop.
His heart broke time and time again.
Seeing her this broken up over a sorry excuse of a man.
Of an alpha.
He hated it. They all did, they wished they had been the ones to handle what she did.
Flashback:
Y/n tried to answer Vernon when he called her. She remembered him asking her what she wanted but she couldn't answer him.
Her throat burned at just the thought of taking a breath.
She had to get herself out before it was too late.
But Suho told her to stay put.
As she contemplated her thoughts she heard Vernon again but then she heard gunshots and it caused her body to react and roll behind the seat.
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