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As Jungkook lead me towards a room at the end of the hallway, I was cautious of my surroundings.

Paintings.

Images of tattoos.

The gang ring.

I shivered at the thought of wearing the matching ring.

"Just in here noona!" Jungkook pulled me inside the room at the end of the hallway.

White and Red came into my sight.

Red the sign of blood.

Splattered across the wall.

I shivered.

"It's ok noona, it's just part of the design, not real blood" Jungkook smiled.

"I don't want to do this." I stated.

"Take your ring back! I'm not part of a gang!" I pulled the ring off and threw it to the ground.

"You still have the tattoo though noona..." Jungkook trailed off.

"I'll get it removed!" I yelled, I touched the ink that was punched into my skin.

"Even if you get it removed, your still part of the gang beautiful" I turned to the voice.

A tall male.

Blonde hair.

Tan skin.

Tall.

Handsome.

And...

It's the male that left the ring.

"Y-You?!" I jumped backwards out of fear.

"Yes it's me." He mentioned and slowly walked towards me.

I stepped back until my back hit something.

I turned to be face to face with a worried looking Jungkook.

Our mouthes were inches apart, I halted backwards and bumped into someone else while falling flat on my face.

"Ugh..." I sighed as I turned towards the male.

"What do you want from me?"

He smirked.

"I don't want anything." He stated, still smirking.

"Then let me go!" I tried running but Jungkook held me back.

"Sorry noona"

Tears fell from my eyes.

"Just let me go!" I shouted, still trying to break free from the pair of arms pulling me away from freedom.

"We can't. Have to protect you"

I turned to the male, confusion flooded me.

"May I ask whom?"

"Your father Song Hawoo, your father"

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