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"W-what are you doing with that?"
He was breathing harder, as his grip tightened on the knife. Jimin stepped forwards, and pulled his shirt.
"Let's make a run for it. We'll tell authorities, and they'll fix it." I whispered. Of course, to my dismay, he released from my grip.
"Put the knife down."
He twisted his head, and let out a wicked chuckle, exaggerating the last second of it.
"You're the killer."
"Look at yourself, and say I'm the killer." He grinned at the knife in his hand.
"You fucking bastard, I'll beat the shit out of you right here."
He turned to face me, ignoring Jimin's threat.
"You're falling into their trap."
"W-what?" I asked, nervously.
"El, don't listen to his bullshit."
Tann, stepped closer, continuing to look at me.
"While you and the others were being brainwashed. I searched this place, and found out their dirty secrets." He threw a file in front of me.
I looked at Jimin, before picking it up. I read through the first page, and brought my hand down.
"Where did you get this?"
"The private conference room. The ink looked fresh, sitting on the table."
Jimin snatched the papers from me, reading it himself.
"Fuck you and your bullshit." He threw the file at his chest, stepping closer.
"What, isn't that your signature?"
He turned to me. "Don't believe shit he shows you."
I tried to believe him, but my face showed disappointment. Jimin took note of that as he walked closer to Tann. I knew I had to throw my anger behind me.
"Jimin stop, he's going to hurt you."
Tann laughed, swirling the knife. "And I thought I was in trouble? You two are dating? That's, prohibited right?
"We're not dating." I harshly yelled, receiving a angry glare from Jimin.
"El, go call Jin. I'll deal with the bag of shit."
I turned on my feet, but stopped as soon as he spoke again.
"Hold it. I wouldn't move if I were you." He warned.
