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Okay, I'm gonna be putting a slight--wait no, a warning out there to those who may be younger enough to be reading this fanfic, because there will be some MATURE themes with out this whole fanfic.
SO, you, YOU have been warned. Also, this is only going to be the only warning for that particular risk.
Anyway, back to the story.
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-A day earlier-
-Jason's P.ov.-
How in the hell--
The writing on the letter, which is weird since this person could have easily have sent an email instead, was written so boldly the person who sent this must have obviously wanted me to get the main idea of why they sent this in the first place.
On that note, when just passing over her name. I lose it. Nearly tore the poor paper in half and wanted to burn it.
My--I mean (Y/n). She's in Seoul, South Korea as I read this very letter, with the biggest Kpop boyband in the world and in their dorms.
This letter was sent to me, enough though I'm only my father's son, and my father is in contact with BigHit funds since they've become so popular with climbing the ranks in music and hip hop globally.
But to then get a letter that should have been sent directly to my father yet instead to me, telling me that my best friend is staying there, right now, with them.
But why isn't she with her mother and sister--
Then something clicked within the mere two brain cells left in my foggy head.
Wait-- there was a recent drive-by, in L.A I think or somewhere.
Setting the letter down beside me on the wooden desk, slipping an iPad on my lap. Tapping into chrome, typing up the latest shootings.
(Ping!)
The very first one.
I saw a small clip on the news even, displaying her little sister and her mother. I clicked on it. Played it once. And I wanted to throw up. Her mother didn't even care about her firstborn child! You could see it, and it honestly made me want to gag then punch them both.
Argh. Amy, (Y/n)'s little sister is the worst. I never admit it. But she is. And I know she's the one behind the hurtings to her own sister since she knows that (Y/n)'s close to me, yet since I never notice her, she hurts MY (Y/n) even more thinking that I don't know. I know everything.
I always hated her. Wait no, hate is too strong--Nah, I hate Amy. And her mother. I place the iPad aside, grabbing the letter again. I scanned it twice. Something else it not clicking. I know we're connected and are a huge part of the movement of BigHit, but this person seems to be taking this matter a little to much.
Could there be something with them, ratting them out?
It's the only thing that really makes sense. I mean, if (Y/n) really is with them, and somehow got taken in because of that shooting which happened perfectly at the time they were there and she was too, then someone must know within the works of BigHit.
But why? Why would someone let me know she's with them?
Does this person somehow know that my father's business is working with them too? But how with that too?
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