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"I can explain," Jungkook tries to defend himself, but even if he had a good explanation, the words 'Jungkook is the hacker' are ringing too loud in my head. Would I even be able to hear him? Would it matter if I could?
"You had a lot of time to explain, Jungkook, you choose now to do that when time isn't a luxury we have?" Jin has a familiar look in his eyes. It's like when your parent asks if you did something bad and you lie about it. It's the look where you know they aren't as disappointed about you doing something bad, they're more upset that you lied to them. "We can talk about this later, right now our priority is getting Namjoon back." Jungkook nods his head, his lips pressed tightly together.
"You say that as if I'm going to let you get out of here alive," the boss laughs, planting her feet firmly on the ground, blocking us from any path to find our Namjoon. The action only makes me more angry, it sparks something in my chest and ignites my very being. I have to find him, and anyone or anything that tries to get in my way is in danger.
"Jungkook, you created this thing, how do I beat it?"
"This one feeds off of fear and creates hallucinations based off of your fear and insecurities." That makes sense considering the things it made me see last time we came in contact were things I've struggled with. I just need to remember my resolve. If there's no fear for it to feed off of, then what can it do to me?
I roll my shoulders and take a deep breath. I don't even know if this will work, but the desperation I feel to find Namjoon is strong enough to give me the courage I need to take the first step, and the next, and the next. Before I know it, I'm standing right in front of the boss, our eyes level with each other. A sly smile is painted on her face, which I imagine is meant to frighten me, but I only feel anger.
"You're quite bold to be standing within arms length of me. I imagine your mother never taught you not to play near a serpents den."
"You talk too much. How about saying something useful and tell me where Namjoon is," I demand. I'm almost caught off guard by the stern tone of my voice. I wonder if the sound is even coming from my mouth.
The boss frowns. "Why would I do that? I'm not done playing with you yet." The woman reaches out her hand and strokes my cheek. Her outstretched hand reminds me of a snake; I guess her previous analogy was fitting.
When her skin comes into contact with me, a devious glint appears in her eyes. I can tell she's waiting for me to be thrown into hallucinations once again. I hear the yells and screams emanating from the boys behind me. I know they're afraid they'll see the same results as last time, but I'm not afraid.
A smirk makes its way to my face as the woman before me widens her eyes, realizing that I'm not being impacted by her touch. I quickly grab her wrist and pull it away from my face. I squeeze it tightly and twist it until she starts to scrunch her face in discomfort.
