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*JIAYING'S P.O.V.*

I slowly opened my eyes and woke up in a bedroom. Clearly it wasn't my bedroom. Mine's black and white.

I looked around for a while and realized that it was Namjoon's bedroom.

I get up from the bed and remember what happened yesterday. I'm still in the same clothes, so that's good.

After me forgiving Namjoon, each member revealed their gang names, their face, and their positions. So now I knew it all. Finally.

I walk out of his room and walk around when I'm suddenly dragged by my wrist from someone.

They pull me into a room and close the door behind them, locking it. I turn around and fix my gaze to them.

"Yoongi!?" I ask. The fuck?

He had trapped me, my back facing the door as both his hands were at my side, not letting me escape.

He came closer to my face.

"I figured you out from the beginning. I knew you weren't good," he began to speak.

"You're using us to bring us down for your own little Wang Gang. You're acting like an innocent high schooler, when you're really a heartless bitch," he finished.

I looked at him emotionless. Heartless? Me? After what I've been through, I'll take it. It hurts. It stung a bit, but I'll take it.

Still with my emotionless poker face, I stare at his dark brown eyes.

I smirk at him once again, "oh shit, Mr. Sherlock here figured me out. What will I do now?" I sarcastically say, "I'm in big trouble, save me!"

He places a hand over my throat. Choking me.

"You think it's a game?!" He angrily says.

I evily smile at him, no need for my answer when my face shows it. Telling him, yes. It is a game to me.

Ignoring the fact that he's choking me, and I'm dying, Iet out a laugh.

"What are you gonna do about it Yoongs?!" I breathlessy say, letting out a laugh.

He takes his hand off my throat, finally letting me take a breath.

We stare into each other's dull eyes. Emotionless. Not caring about anything else.

In front of me here, is my enemy.
I am the enemy of him.

My thoughts vanished as I felt his lips and mine.

His soft lips on mine.

Without thinking, my lips move in sync with his.

Nothing else was on my mind as my body was controlling itself.

His arms began to wrap around my tiny waist. My arms wrapped around his neck.

Though he hadn't realized I had taken out my gun out and pointed it to behind his head.

We think alike.

Because he did the same to me.

Here we were, both Yoongi and I, having a gun at each other's head. Kissing breathlessly.

"I'll blow your head off," I tell him, still kissing.

"I'll fucking kill you," he says, coming back to my lips afterwards.

Finally, we pull apart, and I kick him in the you-know-what, again.

He falls down, but just as he did so, he pointed the gun at me, I pointed my gun at him.

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