Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Things started to appear in my room. A jade pin. A book. An expensive block of ink. I didn't mind about them at first, until I realized that they were possibly courting gifts.
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 13 –
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"What do you think, Yoongi-hyung?" The man standing leans over to watch more closely.
"Fuck" The curse resounds deeply through Yoongi's throat. He is sitting on the swivel chair, facing the numerous security monitors. However, his eyes are laser focus to only one. "Not even safe on our turf?" Jaws clenching, he grumbles in displeasure.
"Look." A hand points at the woman in the monitor, who looks so calm while making sure that no one is on the halls before she uses a card to easily unlocks a door.
"I had my suspicions, Joon-ah." Jaws clenching, Yoongi retorts. His cat-like eyes squinting into a dangerous slit.
Why couldn't he even think about checking the security cameras? If not with Namjoon pulling him out of practice, he wouldn't even think of it. Even though it is the most logical thing to do. Is it because he has been so confident on the tight security that Hybe has? And considering this, he's all wrong.
Apparently, nowhere is safe.
"I should have told Hobi-hyung to use the digital lock." Namjoon clenches his fists on the table.
"No matter. She still opened yours." Yoongi leans over to click something on the main control and immediately, the scene shows the same woman easily pushing Namjoon's door open.
"What the fuck!" Namjoon grits. "She knows my password."
"I won't be surprised if she also knows mine. Though I have a double lock in place so she can't open it easily." Yoongi lifts his head and looks at the younger still squinting on the screen.
"Mr. Choi." Namjoon calls the man in uniform who immediately stands alert.
"Why didn't you report on this?" Yoongi watches the panic on the man's eyes. He understands it, not on the gruff danger on Namjoon's voice. The man is gentle but when pinched and wronged, he is a hell to be trifled with. "Tell me?"
"S-sir... I was told that she has access to clean the area." There is confusion in Mr. Choi's voice.
"And if she does clean off our hard work as well besides spying on us?"
"S-sir I- I don't think."
"You don't think she's capable of doing it?" Namjoon crosses his arms, muscles bulging with contained anger. "You know what I think Mr. Choi?"
"S-sir..."
"Clearly you don't understand your job." Namjoon's tilts his head with authority.
Yoongi gulps. Namjoon can be so cruel. His destructive nature extends to the people around him. He has this air on him that crumbles people apart, especially those who fucks up. Not the fuck up kind caused by Namjoon's clumsiness. It's the one that causes a pandemonium of chaos which leads to a series of postponements and altercations. After all, Namjoon treasures time. He is unforgiving for injustices and disrespect. Once that tongue pushes his inner cheeks, teeth gnawing, eyes fiery, and veins popping out, no one is safe.
