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Irene's POV
Where am I?
I could hear sirens and lots of screaming in the background. I wanted to see, I wanted to move, but for some reason, I could not do anything!
Was I dead?
Of course not, if I was dead I wouldn't feel something.
Then, I fell into a deep sleep.
Yoongi's POV
I was in the police station. The cuffs were still on my hands, but I was sitting on a chair with a table. Who was coming to see me? Maybe Irene. Or my friends.
I heard the footsteps of someone coming in so I straightened my back and pulled in my chair trying to act professional. The person that came into the room was... Fucking Park Jimin.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I got up from my seat.
"Relax, I just wanna talk,"
"HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN YOU KILLED IRENE! I know Jimin! It's true! Who would kill Irene? And I know it's you because you hate her guts!" I spatted out leaving Jimin no time to talk.
"Look, I didn't mean to. She was-"
"-She was too annoying for you?! Or too frustrating for you? Jimin you don't need to explain to me. You need to explain this to the police," I 'wisely' said.
"I can't! The police with arrest me!" Jimin whined.
"Oh, so you care about yourself not getting arrested, but I'm getting arrested right now if Irene wakes up!"
"I think it's better for you to get away from me and my wife," Jimin said before exiting out of the door.
"What a fucking pussy," I muttered under my breath and anger. I punched the table and kicked the chair away in anger.
Jimin's POV
"That's it! Yoongi has gotten too far! He should relax," I muttered while I drove to the Jeon Cena's Hospital. Don't ask me why that's the hospital's name. It just is.
When I arrived at the hospital, I went to the desk where the register is.
"Excuse me?" I asked the lady working at the hospital.
"Ye- OMG ARE YOU PARK JIMIN? I'm a big fan of you! Could we take a selfie??" The lady fangirled.
I pushed my brown hair back and winked at her. "Sure, but just one," I said and hold her phone taking a picture of us.
I'm pretty sure she was already dead. I mean the lady working.
"Thank you! Anyway what can I help you with?"
"Where is Choi-Sang Irene's room?" I asked.
"Room 322,"
"Thank you," I said and left. I walked to room 322 on the very second top floor. I had to wait in the elevator for 3 minutes with sick people inside it.
Finally when I arrived in front of the room, I saw Irene who was looking around the room! She's alive! I bursted through the door in excitement.
Suddenly her mood drop.
"What's wrong?" I asked with a worried face.
Irene's POV
"What's wrong?" Jimin asked with a worried face.
"Why the fuck are you asking me that when you're the one who fucking almost killed me you psychopath," I said moving away when Jimin got closer to me.
"I'm just asking," Jimin looked down.
"Okay. You got your answer. Now you can leave," I said pushing Jimin out the door.
When I tried pushing him out the door he grabbed my wrist extremely tight.
I tried pushing him while he gripped my wrist, but it was impossible. I could feel Jimin gripping my wrist until it was pale. Bruises began forming.
"O-ouh. Jimin stop stop," I begged staring into Jimin's dark brown eyes.
Finally, Jimin let me go.
"This is why I didn't want to be with you. You always hurt me, and you always cause problems!" I yelled at him.
"I-I'm sorry I won't do it again," he replied. I scoffed in anger.
"We have been together for a couple of months now and I thought we should get a divorce," I stated.
