How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

All Or Nothing

Chapter Thirty One

*Lizzie's POV*

My head hurts. My hands are tied. Why does life hate me?

"Wake up," someone slapped my face. I tried to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. "I said wake up!" He yelled, hitting me harder this time.

With all my energy I opened my eyes. I was in a room.

A very familiar room.

The room where that son of a bitch tortured me.

"Well, morning sunshine," he smiled at me. I stayed silent. I don't want to die, I don't want to get hurt. I don't want my baby to get hurt. "I see you've got a rather large bump here," he smirked stroking my stomach.

"You should thank your little friends for helping us find you, uploading all your details, it was easy for us to track down where it was sent from," he hissed. Can I punch him yet?

"I have someone who's just dying to meet you again," he emphasised the word dying. Meet me again? He untied my hands but grabbed my wrist. "I owe you a curtosy before you die, let's go meet him," he smirked again and dragged me from the room. I couldn't go very fast, hello, I'm pregnant. Heavily.

"Hurry up!" He yelled to me.

"Are your eyes pasted on?" I shot back. I'm not standing for any shit, I'm not in a good mood.

"How dare you talk back to me!" He grabbed my wrist harder, dragged me faster up the stairs. To my old prison.

"Well that's how a conversation works," I mumbled, he just shot a look toward me. I just shrugged.

He shook his head and unlocked the door. There was a autopsy table in the room, with someone laid on it. He was covered in a white thin cloth, as if he was already dead. He looked dead, he wasn't moving.

"What, don't you remember your little boyfriend?" He spat at me.

What? I must have looked confused because he lifted the cloth back revealig his face.

That was when my heart stopped. This can't be real.

This is not real. He's dead, I watched him die. He died, I felt him die.

But here he was. His breath shallow, forced.

"I have someone here to see you," the man whispered in his ear. Instantly he opened his eyes. They were red and very bloodshot. His face was sunken in, cuts everywhere.

I held back the tears, I can't show them I'm weak, because I won't die.

"We'll leave you two alone, you have 5 minutes. Then, you're both dead, and we're rich. Oh it will be so easy this time. One's basically dead already and the other's pregnant!" they laughed leaving the room and locking it. There was nothing in the room, the windows were boarded this time, there was only the table and... him laid on it.

How is this even possible? He was shot in the chest, close to the heart. He shouldn't be alive.

"Hi," he breathed out, obviously struggling to breath. Why were the keeping him alive.

"... Hi," I replied walking toward him. I had missed him so much but I hadn't admitted it to myself. But he's dead. He DIED. I saw him die. I felt him die. He's dead. But here he is. Barely alive, but alive.

I wanted to be with him right now, but I can't. I have Namjoon, and I... I love him.

*Rap Monster's POV*

"He's in there," I heard Jin say to someone. I don't want to talk to anyone, I want to find her. She just wouldn't up and leave in the middle of the night. And the blood on the floor...