Do to Live, Do to Hurt

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Jin's pov
I no longer feel like going to the party. No matter how much my friends want me to be there.

It doesn't matter. It's already started.

In coming call...

Taehyungie;)

Hello? Jin hyung?

Yeah?

Where are you? Are you here yet?

No. I don't think I'll be going.

Why the fuck not?

Is Namjoon and his friends there?

Yeah. Why? What the fuck did he do to you this time?

N-nothing. He didn't do anything.

I can tell he fucking did something. That bitch. I'll beat his ass.

Taehyung, don't do anything stupid!

I'll do whatever I fucking want.

Call ended...

"Shit.." I mutter frustratedly as I run my hand through.

...

*Meanwhile*

Third person's POV

The beats of the music boomed through the neighbourhood, keeping everyone awake late at night. The colourful light lasers illuminated through the glass windows making the rays of light brighter.

From a mile away, you could hear all the people screaming, shouting and laughing.

This was the biggest party of the month. Soo young beloved that she had a birthday every month. So she set a date based on her original birth date and made that day her birthday for every month. She weird like that.

Her house was huge, just like all the others in the neighbourhood.

This was a rich neighborhood, so everyone living in this area must be the richest people in this city.

Seokjin was still at home but he was getting dressed to show up at the house party.

He did not intend to get wild and drunk, but his only intention was to stop Taehyung from fighting Namjoon. Maybe even murdering him.

Jin locked the door behind him as he felt the cool breeze on him face and bare arms. It was refreshing.

He hopped into his car and backed out of his driveway onto the road and began driving towards his destination in a rush to stop Taehyung from whatever stupid thing he was going to do now.

Hsoseok's POV
Many people were gathering in a crowd in the middle of the street.

There was chanting, shouting and screaming from that crowd as I just calmly watched from beside the front door outside, with a lit cigar held between my two fingers.

I noticed a girl walking away from that crowd, and it so happened to be Eunha. The girl I rejected.

She began walking this direction. Heading straight passed me through the door, she tried to keep her head down, seeming embarrassed or shy.

Eunha closed the front door and continued walking around inside.

'This is the perfect opportunity.'

'What do you mean? What are you going to do?!'

'Hahaha .... You'll see what you're going to do.'