*Rina POV*

This….this was a pain I had never felt before. When mother died my whole body ached for weeks, months even. But right now it felt like all that pain had gathered in my chest and was boiling over.

'Run away.' That's what I kept saying to myself. I had to get away from here, I couldn't face him. I felt like I was suffocating within myself. 

They talked some more and as I sat on the ground, essentially powerless with my back against the wall I had gathered more information on what exactly was happening. Namjoon's mother had left behind a large inheritance for her husband...but there was a condition in the fulfillment of the will…..all the sons must be married first. 

And Namjoon didn't care about me, he didn't even like me, he just didn't want me to marry Jin. He doesn't want his father to get all the money. I was nothing more to him than a hindrance.

The door opened and I held my breath as the conversation died down. Because the door opened outward I was more or less hidden by it as they stood on the other side.

"Namjoon you can't hurt her….she's been through enough already." That soft voice was familiar to me...I've heard it before I know I have.

"I'll do what I have to, Kook, don't try to stop me. Taehyung tried to go against me a few years ago and I broke his face." Namjoon sounded so different. The charm and light in his voice had disappeared, all that was left was a harsh, cold sound that only made my heart ache more.

They began to walk away, not seeing me at all somehow even though I could barely hold my cries back. The one dressed in black finally clicked in my mind, he was the one who saved me when I was getting beaten up. Why did it take me so long to make the connection….Kook...at least someone doesn't want to hurt me. Slowly my eyes drifted to the retreating form Namjoon and my throat tightened at the pain of realizing he….hated me.

He really was just using me. Pulling me along to suit his plan, taking my time, my energy and other things...I'm so stupid. Idiot, idiot, idiot. I hit myself with my fist, and then again, and again. I probably would've kept hitting myself until I passed out but someone grabbed my hand, stopping my self-destructive behaviour.

"Rina?? What are you doing? What happened?" I looked up and saw Hoseok holding my hand, his whole face torn with worry and sadness over seeing my current state.

I stared into his eyes, gasping for air after I had been crying till my chest burned. The memory of our first meeting, when I had arrived in town, in that small store he had bought medicine for my broken hand. Here he was holding that same hand but all I could hear was the anger and hatred in Namjoon's voice towards me....and the fact that Hoseok was close to Namjoon.

"Stay away from me…" I slapped his hand away and his eyes widened at my brutal rejection of him. He was probably in on the plan….they were probably all stringing me along just to make me easier to use.

"Rina, I don't understand, what's happening? Talk to me." He knelt down on the ground and grabbed my shoulders, staring at my face with what seemed like earnest and pure concern.

I looked at him through teary eyes, wanting to cave in and hold onto him till I could at least breathe properly again. But it's just a ploy isn't it...they all tried to make a move on me...they all had the same plan didn't they? Namjoon just got to me first and like an idiot I opened up to him and let him in.

"Don't touch me!" I shoved him back and he fell on the ground, staring at me in shock. He blinked in confusion and tried to talk only to stumble over his words.

"Don't ever touch me again." I stood up and without even looking at him I ran down the halls trying to find my way out of this hell of a school.

Get out, get out, get out!! I'm fucking trying. Finally after a painful few minutes I burst out a door marked exit and found the bare, greyed path leading towards home. I had nowhere else but that dreadful house. Normally this would be me running to Namjoon's house...he'd welcome me with open arms and everything would be fine. But he's gone...I'm all fucking alone, I have no one. 

The house loomed in my vision and a strange feeling started to replace the pain. It wasn't anger, it was determination. Only when I was facing the door did I realise that feeling was precisely the need for revenge.

I opened the door and paced in, wiping my tears away as I walked through the hall to my father's office. I didn't knock, I couldn't be bothered knocking. My father's head lifted from his desk as soon as I walked in and the dark, grunge of an expression once again found its way onto his face.

"What the fuck do you want?" He spat out, sitting up straighter as he eyed me with a cruel look. I grabbed a chair and dragged it up to his desk sitting down in front of him.

"Pour me a drink." I sat there with a blank look, for the first time I didn't feel afraid being so close to him. Was it the heartbreak? Was it the anger? I don't know but I felt like I really couldn't get any worse at this point.

His eyebrow raised but strangely enough he lent back and opened the drawer of his desk, revealing a bottle of rum and two glasses. I watched him pour it in slowly and pass one to me without a word. The silence between us was probably the most comfortable we had ever been with each other. I grabbed it without hesitation and downed it in one go. It burned but it didn't phase me...if I recall correctly, Namjoon forced me to drink alcohol...how could I have fallen for someone so blatantly using me?

Never again.

"You're not gonna treat me like shit anymore." I stated it with as much confidence as I meant it. He looked surprised at my change in character and I couldn't blame him. I felt myself changing.

"And why would I ever do that?" He crossed his arms and gave me a gnarly, sarcastic smile. It annoyed me but I wasn't too focused on that. I chuckled and placed the glass down heavily.

"Because I'm marrying Kim Seokjin."