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"JIN is still alive."
my eyes grow wide as i stare at taehyung. yoongi has let go of me and is in shock as well. i shake my head in denial. taehyung must be trying to sympathize with me. perhaps this is his way of dealing with grief, regardless of how cruel and sick it is.
i may have lost my boyfriend, but taehyung lost his brother.
"jin is dead, taehyung. we all saw his lifeless body being lowered into the ground," i speak, my lips quivering. it hurts to relive those memories.
"no, that was not jin," taehyung states, standing up from his chair. he begins to pace around the room. "that body you found was not his. it was a life-like model of jin, like a doll of sorts."
"what kind of sick games are you playing with us?" yoongi argues, annoyance audible in his tone.
"i'm not playing any games!" taehyung exclaims, waving his arms in the air. he seems desperate. "look, jungkook kidnapped jin hours before you got home. then, he planted 'fake jin' and staged everything to look like a murder so you would believe that jin was actually dead. then, they arrived and acted out the entire 'police' scene."
"this doesn't make any sense," i sigh in frustration. i rub my temples in order to calm down. "what was their reasoning for going through all of this trouble?"
"they wanted to keep you as far away as possible from this situation. you got too attached, y/n. for all they and i know, you could go to the actual police right now and report all of us."
"well i'm not," i huff, crossing my arms tightly. even though i'm not going to rat them out, i am mad at jin for hiding all of this from me. i understand that he wasn't allowed to, but i still feel somewhat used. was i just an escape for him until he went back? would he ever tell me the truth? was everything between us fake?
why did he even let me into his life if it would end up with both of us getting hurt?
"good. then you should know that they're holding jin hostage to draw our organization out. they know we need our leader in order to succeed," taehyung speaks, stopping his pacing in front of us.
"this means war."
i take a deep breath, looking over at yoongi with a doubtful look on my face. "i guess there's nothing left for me to say except good luck. if you make it out alive and recover jin, tell him that, if he's ready to be one-hundred-percent transparent with me, i'm willing to meet with him."
taehyung stares at me with an amused expression, raising his eyebrow with his mouth wide open. "you really think i'm just going to let you guys free after everything i've told you? you know way too much."
"what do you mean?" yoongi sternly aks, leaning forward in his seat. we both stare expectantly at taehyung, who crosses his arms and forms his lips into a smirk.
