𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter fifty one

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"All of these murders are continuing! Why aren't they being stopped?"

"They have no stopping point! They continue to kill powerful people like the other chairman's—"

Namjoon slammed his hand on the table, getting everyone at the table attention. Namjoon slowly looked up at the guy, having his brows knitted. All of them have immediately went silent when their boss grabbed their attention, seeing him annoyed.

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" He glared at the male, tightening his fist on the table. "You think they're coming after me, hm?"

"N-No, sir. I—" He decided to shut himself up.

Namjoon looked at everyone around the table. "We're not here to talk about the highest men and women getting murdered by those fucking mafias. This is a company of food. Understand?"

Everyone nodded nervously, more scared of getting yelled at. For some odd reason, Namjoon was calm. His voice was more like in a growl, not in a yelling manner. Namjoon decided to sit back down on his chair, crossing his legs.

"Now, I know all of you are getting rumors and news about these situations. I get that it's shocking to see all of these people dying from the hands of bad people that are hidden. I get that I might be one of the targets towards them but I will make sure nothing happens. Everyone understand?"

Everyone nodded again.

"Good. You're all dismissed."

Hoseok didn't really remember Seokjin. All of his hallucinations keeps distracting him, making him hide himself in a corner. Hoseok's wounds were covered now. He was sent to a room..which was more like a prison.

"Yah, answer me!" The guy bang on the bar with his pistol.

Hoseok hid himself more in fear, whimpering like a trapped dog. He was afraid to move or even say anything to the guy who's torturing him by trying to get an answer out of him. He keeps seeing a male figure beside him, haunting him with their stares and his creepy smile.

The guy groaned in annoyance, putting his gun in his holder. "Okay fine." He walked up to the bars. "Who brought you here that you will talk to, for fucks sake?"

Hoseok looked up from his lap, slowly removing his hands from his ears, all shaky. "S-S-Seokj-Seokjin."

"Is that the guy who found you?"

Hoseok nodded, scrunching himself in his spot and keeps tearing off the eye contact. The guy sighed and walked over to the table to grab his transceiver, picking it up and pressed the button to talk into it.

"Bring Jin down to the cells. Prisoner wants to speak with him." He said in it.

A minute or two later, Seokjin finally showed up. He pushed the door open and saw Hoseok continuing to hide himself in the corner. The guy just stood there, scrolling through his phone. He looked up and saw the male.

"Go." Seokjin said. The guy nodded and got off of his phone, walking up the stairs and closing the door behind him.

Seokjin looked back at the bars, seeing the boy. He softly sighed, deciding to turn around and grab the keys on the table. He walked over to the bars and unlocked the bar door, pulling it open. All Hoseok did was flutter his eyes and slowly looked up, seeing him.

Seokjin squatted down to him, curling his brows. "Are you feeling trapped? Is that why you're in the corner?"

Hoseok lowered his head and slowly nodded, having shaky hands and not making eye contact with him.

"Do you want to be in a nicer and better room?"

Hoseok nodded again, looking back up at him in the eyes.

Seokjin slowly got back up, rubbing the back of his neck before offering his hand to the boy. The younger looked up at him, curling his brows. Hoseok just slowly lift up his hand and accepted it, carefully being pulled up from the dirty ground.

For an odd reason, Hoseok keeps looking behind the older when he went on his feet.

"I'll get you in a new pair of clothes and some food too, alright? I won't let them hurt you or anything. You'll be safe." Seokjin softly smiled. "Are you okay with that?"

Hoseok nodded again, looking behind him.

Seokjin knitted his brows and looked behind him, seeing no one. He looked back at the boy. "Are you seeing something?"

"H-He keeps l-looking at me."

"Who?" The older couldn't help to worry.

"Y-Youngbae Dong."

"Dong? I don't understand..what's wrong?"

Go on. Tell him.

Hoseok closed his eyes tight, taking a deep breath. "I-I have schizophrenia."

Seokjin curled his brows. "Oh."

The younger opened his eyes and lowered his head, shaking. "He..he's someone I k-killed because he..he tortured the shit out of m-me in the past and I—"

"Hey." Seokjin placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "It's alright, don't worry. He won't even hurt you. All he's doing is staring at you with that creepy smile of his."

Hoseok slowly looked up at him, knitting his brows. "How do you..know that?"

"I used to have a friend that had schizophrenia. She uh, she died. But that really doesn't matter now." Seokjin nervously chuckled. "I can get you the medicine you need, okay? It'll help you out."

Hoseok gulped, lowering his head and nodded.

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