One Last Time // ATEEZ

0.2 // Trapped

"Once you believe things are permanent, you're trapped in a world without doors."
-Genesis P-Orridge

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And there he was. His body lifeless on the cold ground, followed by the quick pace of crimson blood pouring out from his head. There he was. Jinjoo's father immediately untied his daughter with a smirk and walked happily out the doors, followed by his men. Once she was free she sprinted to Jungkook's side and starts to untie his hands. Tears are already pouring down her face.

"Jungkook, let's go home. I wanna go home now. Come on." she says as she shakes him gently.

Jinjoo wanted to call 911 but her phone was no where in sight, and she was still locked in the basement. She couldn't do anything. She was hopeless. She slowly lifts his head up into her arms as blood continues to flow out.

"Hey, come on I know you're not gone. Just stay with me, please, just stay-"

She knew he wouldn't wake up. And Jinjoo hated herself for that. Still, she hoped for some kind of miracle to occur but nothing happened. Jungkook was still dead in her arms. Instantly she broke down even worse than before. She lowers her head and lets her forehead find his. Tears roll down onto his face.

And for the last time, she places a kiss on his forehead.

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3 Months Later...

It's been 3 Months since Jinjoo lost her best friend. Her soulmate. Her Jungkook. And since that night, she agreed to join her father's gang. The pain and guilt she held for Jungkook's death took a toll on her and she didn't want to risk any more people's lives.

Thankfully she hasn't killed anyone nor has she seen anyone get killed. She told her father that she would only train with the gang and not get involved in any violence. And he agreed.

Her father and his gang have been training hard to achieve their goal. To find the Dream Stone. Of course they've killed people and committed other crimes along the way, but they were mainly focussed on finding the stone. Multiple mafia gangs are in the process of trying to find it, so they have to make sure they were one hundred percent ready for anyone who dared to touch them. Surprisingly, even though Jinjoo has been training for only 3 months so far, she was one of the best fighters in the group. She was able to quickly improve her skills each day, with the pressure of her father's actions and comments. If she made a mistake during practice, her father would continuously slap her, kick her, and threaten her. If things were really bad he would lock her up in the basement she saw her boyfriend die in 3 months ago, which was the worst punishment compared to the others. So there was no reason for her to not be the best. So even though she's one of the strongest members of the gang, there were many times when she would mess up, because of the overwhelming pressure her father gave her during practice.

"PAY ATTENTION JINJOO! You're stepping before you're punching! Now how are you going to defeat your opponent if you do that? Huh? The answer is you're not, okay, you die!" her father yells.

"I'm sorry I'll work on it."

"Ok I don't think I can watch you do this anymore, so just move onto the guns."

Nervously with sweat trickling down her back, Jinjoo shoots her first bullet of the day but misses the black section of the target, which was her goal. With a sigh her father walks behind her, turns her around, and slaps her across her left cheek. A bloody scratch is left on her face from his ring.

He then moves closer to her ear and whispers softly. "You're not making me happy right now." he slowly moves his hand up and under Jinjoo's shirt, exposing some of her skin and caressing her stomach. "Come on honey, I know you're good at shooting. So why don't you show daddy what you can-"