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Chapter 34

Y/N POV

Namjoon came in the room and sat down on the couch, covering his face with hands and letting out a groan.

"I can't find anything. Nothing at all. He could be dead right now for all we know."

My eyes teared up at that thought.

I really don't want him to die. I've... come to like him.

Wait, what am I doing.... I'm the reason he's scarred like that. And he I am liking him.

"...Y/n?" I looked up and he looked worried. "Why are you crying?" I widened my eyes then wiped my tears away, getting up.

"It's nothing... I just want to be alone" I then walked off into my room.

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JUNGKOOK POV

Pain. That's all I felt. My head hurt, my body hurt, and mentally I was hurt.

I finally found out about the truth, but here I am dying, unable to meet her again.

And the others... they're probably worried as hell right now. I got myself into this mess because I didn't listen to Namjoon... something bad could even have happened to them, I don't even know if they're alive...

Wait... is that why Y/n reacted like that seeing my scar? Does she remember it? Recognise it?

Does she... does she regret it?

That broke my heart. If I die now, and she remembers it all, she could live with this guilt forever.

I looked over to my wrists slowly, there was blood all over my left arm, but it wasn't chained up anymore. The same with my leg, it's not chained up. Which means I can move.

I got up, I felt like fainting straight away but I breathed heavily trying my best to stay conscious.

I can't die here.

I went over to the door, banging on it repeatedly. Eventually it opened and that guy smirked at me.

"What's this? You got up?"

I lunged forward, trying to grab one of his weapons but I was still slow.

He pushed me against the wall harshly and I groaned at the impact.

"You really don't give up, do you?" He smirked and pulled out a knife. He was about to stab me, but I grabbed onto the handle of it, stopping him.

He used more effort but so did I, and I turned the knife around so that it was aimed at him.

All the anger I had towards him helped me as it gave me the motivation I needed to get rid of him.

And it worked.

The knife pierced straight through his skin, and he fell to the ground gasping for breath.

I sighed in relief, he's gone now.