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Meaning: No Peeking In Japanese

Elena's POV

*Scramble* *Clutter* *Rumble*

I scattered most of V's stuff all over the ground now, which I didn't intend to, but I did. I didn't understand why I was so determined to find V's diary, I honestly shouldn't invade his privacy. But my brain didn't listen, neither did my body.

I kept on scrambling through the bedsides and drawers till I finally found something interesting. A small notebook---that looked to be a diary---laid flat on the ground with other scrambled papers. I knelt down and picked it up, examining it closely.

"Mmh, this seems to be it....," I mumbled, turning the notebook to its backside, "If I open it, it might be it. If I don't, I will be curious about what it had in it, forever." I gulped, opening the notebook and revealing a page of letters.

It said: 당신이 나하지 않을 경우 V의 일기,이보다 더 가지마! (V's Diary, don't go any further than this if you aren't me!)

I questioned what it meant, only Cheyenne would be able to understand what it said. I sighed deeply, there was no way of finding out what he truly thought of her. I managed to clean everything back up to its original place and make it look like I didn't touch a thing.

I walked out V's room and started downstairs when I realized a small black circle at the corner of the ceiling. I cocked my head curiously. I processed inside my head, thinking of what it could be. I stepped forward, that black orb followed. I stepped back, it followed.

"C-Camera's?!!" I shouted nervously.

I wondered shockingly in my head, Why would those boys have a camera installed inside the house?!--but then realized also that it was because they were BTS. I've got to find a way to hack into the camera card and delete that footage. But I wasn't exactly a hacker, I'm not one at all actually.

I panicked, how would I be able to get that footage deleted? I could feel myself start to sweat, breathing heavily and starting to fan myself. I took in a deep breath and analyzed the camera staring at me. The choice I was going to make was risky, but it was the only option--for me.

"I hope the boys don't look into you, camera," I said, growing a small smile.

This was stupid, I thought, since I knew it was true. Either way, I walked back downstairs and tried to forget about it completely.

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