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I woke up, dizzy.

I probably fainted.

"Hyuna, are you okay?" Jungkook asks, and sits me up.

"Im fine.."

I look around, still in the same witch house i was in a few minutes ago.

The blood inside me started to pump up. As I glared at the 40 year old woman infront of me.

"I will report you to the police Song Hyuna!"

"Not if I report you first you wrecked witch!"

"Report me? What crime did I do?"

"HYEONGJUN SAID YOU ABUSED HIM! DONT DENY ! " I said, about to pounce on her again but being held back by the strong muscled man behind me.

"Well how would you know? Do you have any evidence?"

"THIS PAPER NOTE IM HOLDING IS DEEP EVIDENCE RIGHT HERE. AND HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN THE BRUISES ON HIS BODY?"

She glared at me, she looked like she was scared.

"Lets go to the police, Hyuna." Jungkook says, hurriedly pulling me to the car.

The lady was screaming, refusing not to listen, I didn't hear what shit she was saying.

And I was right at the very start.

I shouldn't have trusted that wicked old woman.

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SEUNGYOUN POV

"where. Is. She." Yohan shouts, pounding his hand on the table.

"Im sorry. But Hyuna wasn't at school. Even at her house."

"Then where the fuck is she?!"

"I heard her brother died. In France."

He gritted his teeth and again, threw everything.

"THESE STUPID THINGS." he shouts.

Was he on his period?

Yet, even if Hyuna was still here in Seoul, I'd make up excuses.

Sometimes, I just didn't want to be involved in all this.

I leave the raging young man alone in his room, approaching Minhee and Hangyul.

"Don't you think he's acting too much?" Asks, Minhee.

"One more, he might wreck this house."added Hangyul.

We all laughed and flinched at the sudden crashing and pounding noises inside his room.

The doorbell echoed through the house, repeatedly 3 times.

I walked downstairs, and opened the door.

There, revealed a woman. Her waist was slim and her thighs were a little big and tall.

She had dark almond hair, swept back.

"Is Yohan here?"

"She is Jennie but not right now. Unless you want to die."

"Why? Whats going on?" She asks, and peeps behind me.

Again, the loud banging can be heard.

"I just want to talk to him."

"I told you, if you want to live, talk to him when he's in a good mood."

"Then why is he like this anyway?"