A couple of months ago, Kim Taehyung's family was murdered.
The killer was never seen nor found. In fact, this just caused him to wreak even more havoc to their town by murdering more of its people without guilt.
Yoon Maia has decided that enough is...
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103 READS! I know this may be a small achievement for some, but it really is something for me, so thank you to everyone who has been reading! And I just found out this book is #978 in the topic "KILLER," so thank you for that as well too!
In order to celebrate, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy! Read to find out more, vote if you find this story good, and comment your reactions to some parts. I really would love to hear from you. Once again, thank you, and enjoy!
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The soft ticking of a nearby wall clock seemed to grow louder in Namjoon's mind. Its constant tick-tock slowly evolved into a series of steady pangs from an imaginary heart monitor, eventually matching the actual pace of his own beating organ. But soon what seemed to act like a metronome got quicker. He could hear a heartbeat racing rapidly, but it wasn't his. He could hear whispers from different directions, yet they all sounded the same.
"Namjoon..." Father.
As the heartbeat got quicker, the pangs got louder, and the familiar voice infiltrated his mind from various points. Covering his ears didn't help, nor was shutting his eyes to the darkness to calm himself.
"Goodbye..."
The heartbeat came into a halt and the loudest beep rang through his ears as his father's figure flashed in his head, and saw his once moving chest heave down to its final exhale.
Beeeeeeeeeep-
"Namjoon!"
He immediately looked up from the hands that once enclosed his head, eyes widening at the sight of the hospital lobby.
Everything was alright. Everything was okay.
"Hey." Namjoon gasped when he felt something suddenly clamp on his shoulder. He sighed in relief when his eyes finally met Jimin's and Maia's.
"Guys," he croaked as he stood to engulf them into a hug. The two visiting friends wrapped their arms around the poor boy, noting how pale he looked when they first arrived.
