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𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑 4: 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕻𝖙5

"I can't believe that you had done this to me, Yeonjun. I gave you a lot and yet, that was how you repay me?" Namjoon said, his voice deep. A small crowd was formed around Namjoon as they watched the scene unfolded in front of them.

"I-It w-wasn't m-me, h-hyung! She did it, not me!" Yeonjun defended as he pushed Yeri away who was already internally smirking. Her plan worked after all.

"Yeah right. I can't believe that you would do this to us, Yeonjun. That was so low of you." Taehyung scoffed before taking a swig of his beer bottle. 

"Taehyung hyung, you have to listen to me! It's not me, I swear! It's her!" Yeonjun said, his voice getting higher and higher as he tried to defend himself. 

"Don't call me hyung, you disgusting piece of shit. You do not have the rights to call me that after whatever had happened." Taehyung scoffed as he rolled his eyes. 

"Yeri! Say something! Please!" Yeonjun begged as he looked at the girl next to him. The said girl felt guilty but she had to do this. She had to do this in order to be free from the devil. She mouthed a "I'm sorry" to Yeonjun before starting to cry.

"H-he t-took a-advantage o-of me! I-I s-swear t-to  G-god, Namjoon!" Yeri fake cried. 

"Seriously, Yeonjun. I can't believe you that you will stoop so low to force my girl, oh wait, my ex girlfriend to cover for you. Yeri, you're such a slut. I don't want to see you anymore after this party." Namjoon growled.

Yeonjun's throat dried as he tried to find the words to say. Tears started to brim his eyes as he glanced towards the most supportive friend, Jimin. To his dismay, Jimin shook his head in disappointment as he silently downed his alcohol in the red plastic cup. Yeonjun felt so defenseless as no one tried to defense him. 

A sinister smile made its way across Namjoon's face as he turned and looked at the expecting crowd.

"Guys, do you know what happened when the rules were broken?" Namjoon asked, his deep voice sending involuntary shivers down Yeonjun's spine. The crowd was silent as they listened to Namjoon. 

"They will get a punishment." Taehyung finished and then asked. "What happened when the rules were broken?"

"They will get a punishment." The crowd followed Namjoon's words like an obedient dog. 

"And what's the punishment?" Namjoon asked, malicious evident in his voice. 

"They will be outcast, shamed and humiliated by us on the daily basis." Jimin continued, no expression in his voice. 

"Right now.... We are starting Day One. Choi Yeonjun, you will regret this forever in your life." Namjoon chuckled darkly before walking to where Yeonjun was and yanked his shirt up. 

"Guys, get ready to record because this is going to be in the history books." Namjoon said before looking evilly at Jimin and Taehyung.

"Both of you know the drill."

Jimin and Taehyung nodded as they handed their beverages to the crowd and the crowd cheered. Yeonjun's tears formed around his eyes as he could not find a way to defend himself. Humiliation filled him as Jimin and Taehyung forcefully took out his pants. Yeonjun kicked Taehyung's face harshly causing him to stumble back and growled. 

"You want more trouble than it is? Let's get it." Taehyung said before yanking his pants off with a rough tug. The crowd roared with laughter as they continued to cheer on. 

"H-hyungs, p-please. I-I b-beg y-you." Yeonjun stuttered as Jimin and Taehyung forcefully took out his clothes, leaving him in a pair of boxers. Some whistled and catcalled as some yelled inapporiate remarks. 

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" The crowd cheered as Namjoon shook his head and wiggled his finger at them. 

"No, we are not going to do that. We have to be nice because it is his first day." Namjoon said, his voice loud and strong. The crowd booed as they did not get what they wanted. 

"But we are going to do this." 

Without any warning, three of them hauled Yeonjun over their shoulders before throwing him into the frigid cold pool. Yeonjun coughed out his water as he struggled to stay afloat on the water. 

"No! Please don't do that!" Yeonjun begged as they watched Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung tore his clothing right in front of his eyes. Ignoring his pleas for them to stop, Namjoon only threw a sinister smirk at Yeonjun's direction while tearing his jacket apart. Tears streamed down Yeonjun's eyes. Roars of laughter and cheers could be heard from the crowd as they gave three princes around of the applause. Yeri could feel that guilty clawed at her insides, seeing Yeonjun's state. 

"Well, you..." Namjoon trailed off as an evil grin appeared on his face as he looked at Yeri with predator like eyes. 

"You're going to serve me one last time before you leave. Don't expect me to be gentle to you this time." Namjoon said darkly before digging his fingers into her flesh, dragging her up with him. 

"Betrayer. Traitor." Taehyung spat the words out as he stepped on Yeonjun's torn clothes on the ground. 

"This is what you deserved for stealing others' girlfriends." Jimin spat before taking his drink and slushed it across Yeonjun's face. The crowd only cheered as Jimin left, following Taehyung who gave him a high five.

Boos could be heard from the crowd as they followed Jimin and Taehyung left. 

After making sure that they were gone, Yeonjun got up. He felt cold as the night air blew against his skin. Tears of embarrassment and humiliation fell out of his eyes as he grabbed at his torn clothes. His clothes were ripped in shreds and he came to Namjoon's mansion by Jimin's car. Yeonjun had to leave the party. He had to before they did something worse. A anguish sigh escaped his lips as he wondered how he was going to go home. His home from Namjoon's house was entirely one hour drive. Yeonjun fumbled his torn pants for his phone and wallet. To his luck, his phone and wallet were there. 

Looking at his torn and shred clothes, Yeonjun had no choice but to put them on. His pants were not as shredded as he thought. Yeonjun opened his wallet and took out his needle and thread. He always brought them along with him just in case he tore his outfit accidentally. He was cold and his fingers were trembling as he put a thread through the needle. Tears fell out of his eyes as he sew his clothes. Due to his blurry vision, Yeonjun had accidentally pricked his finger for a few times but he did not care. Crimson red blood dripped onto his pants. By the time Yeonjun finished, his finger was pricked and hurt all over but at least, his pants were decent enough. He quickly put on his clothes and used his torn jacket to tie around his waist. The party was going on, louder and wilder than ever. 

Yeonjun swiftly ducked through the crowd as he desperately tried to escape. No one seemed to notice him as they were all busy drinking, dancing and hooking up with random people. Without any hesitation, Yeonjun rushes out of the house before anyone could catch him.