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𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

"Hello?" Hoseok asked as he accepted the phone call immediately, realising that it was from Taehyung. 

"H-hyung..." Taehyung said in his shaky voice, unable to erase what he had just witnessed from his memory. Jin was clutching on Taehyung's hand, a hand covering his wide agape mouth, tears flowing down his flawless face. 

"Is everything alright,Tae? Tae?" Hoseok's words interrupted Taehyung's train of thoughts. Taking a deep breath to clam himself, Taehyung mustered up all the courage to tell him. 

"B-Beomgyu...... H-hyung... B-Beomgyu d-died...." Taehyung said, trying to stifle the tears that were threatening to brim his eyes. 

Hoseok's grip on his phone loosened and fell onto the ground with a clatter. Both Namjoon and Jimin looked confused as they watched their hyung dropped to the ground out of the blue, on his knees with tears streaming out of his eyes wordlessly. 

Hoseok's heart had plummeted into the pit of his stomach. As if he is a rag doll, Hoseok fell to the ground lifelessly. How is he going to tell his wife, Beomgyu's older sister that her beloved younger brother had died? All the air had knocked out of Hoseok as he was still trying to process Taehyung's words in his mind. 

Jimin silently picked up Hoseok's phone and decided to find out about it. 

"Tae? What happened? What did you tell Hoseok hyung until he fell on the ground?" Jimin asked as Namjoon was still wrecking his head to think about the answer to the riddle.

"B-Beomgyu d-died! B-Beomgyu freaking died! It has been two hours that you guys're gone and Taehyun is next!" Taehyung said, on the verge of being hysterical.

"Alright. Now, we need to solve the riddle to get Soobin's body." Jimin said and hung up on Taehyung. 

"What happened?" Namjoon asked as he was still deep in his thoughts. 

"Beomgyu died, hyung." Jimin whispered, keeping his voice low so that Hoseok would not hear it and freaked out again. "Let's solve the riddle and get the hell out of here." 

Nodding his head, Namjoon continued to think while Jimin helped a pale Hoseok up and quickly handed him a bottle of water that he had kept in his backpack. Gratefully, Hoseok only nodded his head as a thanks to Jimin while taking huge gulps of water greedily.

"What if it is a candle? It's fast when it's thin but slow when it's fat?" Namjoon mumble underneath his breath before looking at Mr Choi who stood patiently, looking at them with an amused smile. 

"The answer is a candle! Is it correct?" Namjoon answered quickly, not wanting Taehyun's life to be the next victim. 

"Yes, it is." Mr Choi answered and the door to Soobin's body opened. Without wasting anymore time, Jimin dragged Hoseok up and followed Namjoon and Soobin into the room. 

Namjoon led Soobin's spirit towards his soul and said:

"Soobin, please go back to your body." 

Soobin's spirit only nodded his translucent head as he felt the bond between his body and soul strengthened and tightened as it was fixing the seams of the bond had been broken for years. Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok bit on their lips nervously as they could see Soobin's spirit and body slowly tethered to one another. 

Almost immediately, Soobin's body jerked up in reflex as he gently flexed his fingers while examined his body. He slowly, tentatively stretched his body. Even though the body belongs to his, Soobin still felt like he is in some foreign land as he was used to floating around. Hoseok quickly passed the bag of clothes for Soobin to wear. 

"There is not any time left to waste. Jimin, call Jungkook. Soobin, go and get this change now." Hoseok said as he and the other two walked away from the hospital bed and closed the curtains. 

An evil smile appeared on Soobin's face as he pulled off the plugs from his body roughly, warm crimson red blood oozing out from the holes as he did so. Never in his life, he felt so thrilled and exciting to live. Looking at the bag of clothes that Hoseok passed, he already knew that those belonged to Hoseok as he is the only member who would have the precise street fashion. In his heart, he knew that Hoseok is the most innocent among them. Removing his hospital gown and changing into the clothes that Hoseok had assigned to him, a black oversized hoodie and a matching black sweatpants.

Another voice sounded in his mind, calling out for Soobin. 

"̷͇̙̤͖̤͚̰̠̤̻͆̓̈́͂

T̵̨̟̦͍̦͈͑̑̏́͑͊̾͜ī̶̢̛̙̱̫̤ḿ̶̨̞͕̪ȩ̶̣͚̰̮͆̌̽̉̏̆̒͜ ̸̝̪͖̮͍͍̲̈̊͆͊f̷̡̨̳͌͒̅̾͐͊͌͜ŏ̵̫̫͗͛͒̉͘r̷͉̤͍͋͗̊̈́͛ ̸̲̹̠͈̑̈́͝L̸̨̛̝̪̦̤͒̐͋̋͆́̀̀͘ȅ̵̖͗́̓̅v̴̢̡̪͔͍͙̘̀̊̎̉̒̈́̃͜͝͝͝e̸̲̤̭̱̞͋̀͘l̷̪̍́̒͘ ̸͈̟̱̳͔͂̽͐̂̒̉2̸̧̧̱̝̘̹͖̐̒̋ ̸̛̺̗͖̟̣̊̇́̓͛̚͠ț̸̨̣̱̞̗̬̹̭̓o̸̟͚̪̳̻̽̓̏ ̵̩͚̳̞͉̦̹̀̏̆̓̈́b̸̧͚͍̳͓̰̫̠̺͔̋͒̓é̵̢̗̱͍͇͖̱̦̅̑͂͛̉͛͘g̸̨͓͔͓͕̘̻͆́̒̏͘͝ĩ̵̢͉̹n̵̢̛̪͖͉̣̘̈́́̓̓̐͑͛͛̆.̵̰͑̽̊̐̒̉̑ ̶̖͒̋̊͊̀̌̚̚͠S̷̢̱̙̭̦̈̓̏̎̏̅̚õ̶̹̔̈́̇̉ǫ̷̗̞͔̯͙͕̠̹̥̀́̐̽̆̆b̶̛̦̱̻̝͔͉̩̞͛̓i̵̡̢̹̹̻͎̬̻̟͑͌̒̉̒̋́͊͗ņ̸̪̲̪̤̮͇̪̟̍̂̑͊̋̄̏̊̓̕,̷̧̧͚͎̭̍̎̇̓̇͋͛̀̑ ̴̧̰̬̪͔̳͈́̒̊͗̐͆͂̕̕͝y̴̛̯͍͉̤̲̠̩̣͓͕͊́o̶̧̹͈͋u̴͙͔̠̻̥͎̣͚̱͙͗ ̷̨̨̡̤̼̫̲͔̃́̅͐͒͝h̵̞̠̦̟̟̺͉̊͛́͌̏̎͗͗̽͐ͅa̷͎̤͍͔̤̪̓̈́̇͂̚v̵̲̻̩̐̎͒̇̈́̋̚͠ě̷̜̾̌͒̀ ̶̢̡̖̼̰̹̖͓̭̦͐̿̇̐̽͐͊͘͠͝t̴̫͎̞̠͕͙̿̀̆̇̑̿̌͗̑͠o̴̥͈̗͇̘̪̖͈̘͂͐̈́͗͊͒ͅ ̴̩̤̮̼͇̰̻̘̾͝ͅḧ̷̘͈͓̘̯͙̅͂̀̀̊e̶̬͕̺̭̬͕̫͊̄̀l̵̼̱̖̱̩̰͓̑̃̇͗̏̌̈́̃͜ͅͅp̴͎͂͆́̄̔̕ ̶̛͎̬̅̇̄̄̾̕m̷̧̺͂̎̏̇e̸̢̯͗̏̍̀̈́͠ ̴̹͈̣͎͉̪̈́̈́̇͐́̒̒͗ͅͅf̵͇̲̆̀͑õ̸̫̬͌̐̂́͠r̶̨̢̬̀̔̐͑̐̒̊̄͝ ̴͍͉̮͊ẗ̶̢̺̤͕̹̝̱̼̯̮́h̵̨̘͎̮̲̺̘͐ͅͅi̵͉͕̘̐͝s̶̢̨̤̺̪͙̿̆̕ͅ ̶̻͚͉͒̏͌͗́̌̕͝r̴̢̠̠͓̻̘̣̓̊o̸̧̯̻̟̯̱̦̾̂̂̒̔̇̂̇̚͝ṵ̶̧̡̲͉̩͆͒͊̒̋̋͝n̶͆̌ͅd̵̛̰̜̘̗̔̓͋̓̈́̑.̷̨̘̦͈̱͔̠̍͜͜"̸̞̻͙́͐͛̿̕̕̕̕

Soobin, Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok hurriedly got into Jungkook's car who was waiting for them at the entrance of the hospital. 

"Welcome back, Soobin! I miss you!" Jungkook said cheerily, a bunny smile appeared on his face, showing off the little crescents that formed on his face whenever he smiled. 

"Hi, Kookie hyung." Soobin replied, his voice was hoarse as he was still not accustomed to his own body. 

"Jungkook-ah, let Soobin have a rest. He just came back to his body." Jimin advised while put a hand gently on Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook only nodded, making his curly hair bounced back and forth as he started to drive. 

Meanwhile, Hoseok was stricken with grief and devastation at the loss of Beomgyu. The threat that Mrs Choi left before they went to Seoul Hospital echoed in his mind. An involuntary chill made its way down Hoseok's spine, causing the back of the hair of his neck stood and beads of cold sweat started to form on his forehead, clenching his hands tightly. He realised that something was odd. No one even glanced at them as they made their way out of the hospital entrance. The staff in the hospital never chased after them to fill in  Soobin's leaving certificate. 

Those thoughts never left Hoseok's mind all the way from the journey back to their house. Not only that, he had to think of a subtle way to tell his wife that Beomgyu died and that he had disappointed her. In Hoseok's mind, he was praying for the game to end.

If only Hoseok knew, that was just the beginning of the wicked game of thirst for revenge and the avenge for the deaths...