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11

I couldn't risk it. Taehyung's words were swirling throughout my head. I wanted to scream, cry, shout, anything to let Namjoon know how betrayed I felt. After a few days at Taehyung's I found myself sleeping all day and mourning all night. I didn't want Yoon to see me this way so I asked my mother to come get her. My mother was worried so she requested to take Yoon with her for a month. But I couldn't live without her for that long. So we came to a negotiation. Yoon will be with my mother for 2 weeks, at most. I'll stay here with Taehyung and have him help me figure out a new place to go. I'm not rich by any means but I've had a back-up savings account just in case Namjoon did something, and so I wouldn't need to rely on his money.
Taehyung however, insisted that he either pays or Yoon and I have to stay with him. Something he's always wanted.

That night I never answered his question.
I never even thought about it. Why? Because I wanted—needed Namjoon.

Taehyung was in his office, he ran off after telling me he has business to attend to. He told me to find something to do besides sleep and cry—the only thing I'm good at lately.

A heavy sigh went past my lips as I glanced over at the glowing clock that marked 12:33 A.M. With a look around the neat room, I couldn't find anything to fufill my needs of a distraction.

I wonder how Namjoon is...
Is he okay?
I didn't even tell him I knew about Taehyung. I figured Yoongi and Hoseok would. Why wouldn't they? They always have been his obedient pups. Yet again, I was as well (and I'm still one)

I finally grew tired of listening to my thoughts so I drifted away into a slumber that did me no good, it only filled my heart up with more pain and more ache.

When I awoke, I was startled. All the lights were out meaning Taehyung has gone to bed. I'm surprised he didn't take me to his room, something he always did. He's never liked me sleeping on the couch but I'm assuming he was too tired from business...
The sound that woke me came again and this time I sat up, looking around. My feet padded acrossed the living room to the area near the front door. My mouth opened to shout for Taehyung, see if he was pulling a prank (something he's notorious for)
When I went to shout, a hand holding a white cloth slapped over my mouth. The veiny, pale fingers curled around my jawline.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be alright." A familiar voice whispered softly into my right ear.

My eyes looked around frantically before I inhaled the toxic smell on the cloth.

I can't run, especially in this black abyss.