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Chapter 4

Sung Jiyeon's POV

I kept reading Jimin's document hoping that I misread a few words but I realized that there wasn't any typo. I squinted at the paper, curious who his childhood friend was.

I was reading quietly until I heard weird water noises somewhere. I find it very disturbing so I checked the bathroom if someone left the faucet dropping water but it wasn't.

I went upstairs and followed the noise, it led me to Namjoon's room. I was about to hold the door knob when the wind swept past and made the door open. It wasn't locked? I asked to myself. 

I gasped, looking at the empty bed and the window open. I quickly dodged the furniture and checked the outside of the window.

Namjoon is there, I sighed in relief, throwing rocks on to the lake nearby. I was puzzled at first so I made my way out of the window and slumped beside him.

"Namjoon, what's wrong? You've been acting weird lately." I tapped his shoulder twice to get his attention.

"Don't you get it? I'm DEPRESSED." he stated, a sarcastic tone in his voice while emphasizing the word 'depressed'.

I wrinkled my nose, confused with his act.

I sighed, " I think you are not depressed at all." he looked at me with wide eyes that meant happiness but he quickly turned away.

" What do you mean?" he asked coldly.

I looked at the stars above us, "I think you are not that kind of person, referring to what's written on the document about you." I stated, sounded like an attorney.

"I'm flattered." he smiled, showing his dimples. It also made me smile.

"Why are you here then?" I asked him in confusion. He looked at me first in the eyes before saying a word.

"My stupid mom thinks that this will be like a free babysitting program for me to dump in and she even blamed me that I was the one who killed my sister - "

I accidentally cut his sentence due to curiosity, "What?! So you weren't the one who killed your sister?" he nodded as a response so I went on, "Then who?"

"I think you are not ready to know." he said and brushed his fingers to my cheek.

His act made the hair on the back of my neck stood but I felt happy that there is someone that I can trust.

"Well, you are not suicidal?" I asked him, making sure.

"I'm not." That made me feel relieved.

"Hmm, then what is this information that you are a suicidal bomber?" I gave him a confused look.

"That's not true, everything that you have read about me is a rumor. Don't believe it." he suggested and made me cheer up.

Chirping noises awakened me, I stretched and got up. Everyone is there except for Yoongi who I think is still sleeping. I felt ashamed of myself because they woke earlier before I do.

"After this, what do we do? Sit here and do nothing?" asked Jungkook, looking bored.

"Imagine." suggested Jin, beaming.

"Jin, this is a real word." I stated and gave me a death glare which I found it cute.

"By the way, I heard someone talking last night. Was it real or was it just my imaginations?" asked Jin, scratching his head. Namjoon and I stared at each other, communicating within our eyes, "Uhh, it's probably just your imaginations." I replied and even did spongebob's imagination hand thingy. By the look on his face, I can tell that he's confused.

Jeon Jungkook's POV

This is really a stupid program but I'm glad that I'm far away from my parents, telling and giving me an hour of discussion about how important your life is. 

I was staring at my glass for too long, thinking a way of how will it kill me.

When they were all done eating, I secretly grabbed the glass and took it to my room.

I first broke it quietly and find a nice and perfect broken piece, I stared at it and thought twice.

I closed my eyes and cut myself deep on my arm.

Everything started to blur but I can still see how my blood escaped my arm.

Then everything went black.