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Chapter 33

3RD PERSON POV

"Jungkook isn't here!" Hoseok said coming in the room.

"What? Where then... we dealt with Sang Hee!"

Namjoon sighed then said, "We'll have to find out. There's still people here alive, let's try to find out from them. Meanwhile, um, Yoongi and Hoseok go bring Y/n here. Jimin come with me, let's clean up the place up a bit."

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JUNGKOOK POV

"Yah, wake up." He grabbed onto my hair and pulled on it, making me open my eyes slowly.

The effects of the alcohol were still there, I don't know how long it's been.

He sighed and let go of my hair, and I groaned putting my head down.

"You're a mess" he scoffed. "I came to let you know before you die. I was the one who was behind that girl Injae's parents' death."

I looked up at him slowly, my hands clenched into fists weakly. He tilted his head to the side and smirked. "I ordered them to kill her parents because of a debt... and her too."

"...W...what? She... she didn't-" "Bring them to you?" He scoffed and said, "Still can't believe you would believe that lie."

She didn't intentionally try to kill me then... I knew it. I refused to believe it at first when people told me, but eventually did. I can't believe I did...

"You wanna know something else though?" He leaned closer to my face and said, "Injae... she changed her name... to Y/n."

I widened my eyes and his smirk widened even more.

"Too bad you won't be able to see her anymore... cause you'll be dead."

He grabbed onto my hair with one hand and a bottle with the other.

I let out a sob and clenched my eyes shut, and I heard him scoff.

I couldn't help it though. Ever since my mother died, I hated alcohol. Especially if I see someone drink it. I had it once and went crazy, but now all I can do is cry.

He made me drink again, a couple bottles, and I don't know if I could take it anymore.

My head felt like shit and I couldn't breathe properly, tears flowing non stop down my cheeks.

Eventually he stopped, and I was a mess. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he took the chains off me. I was confused at first but then he grabbed my arm and cut through my skin with a knife.

I couldn't even scream. I had no energy left.

He left me in there and I sobbed to myself, letting darkness consume me.