Chapter 51: I love seeing blood

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"Hey, it's been a while" Jin smiled at me, but I could just tell it was fake.

"Hey, it's been a while" Jin smiled at me, but I could just tell it was fake

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"Jin? Hi. Where have you been?" I ask, kinda shocked.

"Here and there." He stands up straight, "I heard that you ran away from RM, and back to Hoseok."

"Y-yeah..." I nervously look down to my hands.

"Why?" Jin crosses his arms.

It took me a moment to actually think, 'why?'.

"B-because I wanted to stay with Hoseok and his gang, including you. You're good friends. And I know I can trust you." I shrugged.

"But now you will get punished by RM..." He says, causing my head to lift.

My brows furrow, "how did you know about that?"

He was hesitant to speak, "If Hoseok knows. I know."

I nod my head, believing what he said was true.

"Are you going to stay here with us?" I cock my head to one side.

Jin's eyes enlarge. He was quick to pin me to the wall, his hand coming over my mouth.

"Don't tell Hoseok. Don't tell him you saw me. Forget I was here." Jin commands with worry in his eyes.

I remove his hand from my mouth, "What? Why?"

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I remove his hand from my mouth, "What? Why?"

"I said forget it. I only came here to give you something." He sighs.

"Which is?" I tilt my head.

He lowers himself and slightly lifts my shirt.

"Yah! What are you doing?!" I screech.

His eyes travel up to my eyes briefly, but then he looks back at my waist.

"I just need to give you this. It will help with your, not so good, irregular side." he pulls a needle from his coat pocket.

Um, this was no normal needle... it was big.. VERY big. How could the thick pin even fit into me? This is gonna hurt!

"Now, this will be painful. Try not to make any noise." He mumbles, concentrating on needle being placed in the right area.

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