"Where are the fucking files, Park?!" Hoseok snarled as he held a knife to Jimin's neck. Jimin spat in his face, "I'd rather die than tell you." Trigger Warning; Smut, Kidnapping, Torture, Rape/Non-con, Psychological abuse, Major character death This story also contains other ships

What's so amazing about cameras? No one knows. It's the feeling and sound when you hear that satisfying click that makes it interesting. Jimin, however, was one of those kids. He loved cameras so much. It was his child hood and teenage hood. All the way to his adult hood. See, Yoongi was an ordinary boy. He didn't like anything in particular. He worked in a small gas station down a suburban road. Jimin seemed to be passing by.

Kim Eunha does not give a care. She moved to a new school after getting kicked out of her old one. Did she care? nope. It just meant more fun. She had a sad life and now she acts cold to everyone. Maybe she can change... Will someone help her with it?

(COMPLETE) "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I kept repeating those words over and over again... it didn't work... his last hit was painful. He kicked me in the stomach and I coughed up blood. Will this ever end? should I end it?