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dix-huit

My dove, my darling,
what I'm saying,
my angel, is...I love you.
—Alexander Pushkin

Adul

The next evening we sat together upstairs in a doll room. The windows were sealed shut only allowing the view of an indigo dark night and a luminous moon that brought comfort to us all.

Our limbs were folded as we surrounded each other in a circular pattern. I rested my hand on the fluffy rose colored rug that I sat on top of as Irving spoke.

"I don't understand it being with him was the only thing that got me through and now since Taehyung is having his petty fits he's separating us" She sadly slumped over as her strawberry hair hung loose.

"I'm sure you'll see him soon he loves you ... he won't let Taehyung do this." Marisol exclaimed.

I sighed as I looked towards my hands. Out of everything that Irving had gone through being separated from Yoongi could not be the worst.

"Taehyung has a reason though." I objected.

"And what would that be?" Irving questioned abruptly

"Right now he's in trouble financially and due to that he's making sacrifices, he told me there will be no escorting for a while that's why he's separating you from Yoongi."

"And Jimin?" Gladyce questioned.

"Jimin is dead." I whispered as a gasp came from her mouth. "Taehyung killed him..." I frowned as I thought about the blood seeped into his shirt sleeve. I imagined Darla forcefully scrubbing out the familiar crimson stain as she's done multiple times before.

" Well, that has nothing to do with Yoongi and I," Irving stated as she stared me down. I quickly turned my head to face her direction. "You think he was simply in it for the sex? No, we loved each other and Taehyung can not control us."

"Irving... he doesn't love you," Genevieve whispered her green eyes filled with pity for her beloved friend. "He snuck you around in hotel rooms he did not even bring you to his home you were kept in secret." she continued.

"You're all pathetic really," Irving spoke with teary eyes."Just because you can't have anything nice doesn't mean you should hate the ones who do." she laughed sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Unraveling her limbs she quickly walked passed us slamming the door behind her.

The silence filled the room as Cassidy rocked in the wooden chair. Her legs crisscrossed as she looked down. The lines drawn between her brows portrayed her face in deep thought.

"I had an idea..." she spoke, "Tonight, I'm gonna try to escape."

"Wait how!?" Genevieve whispered, "Taehyung has this place guarded there's no way you'll make it out of here."