Younghee's POV

I released my fists and let my hands fall loosely in the air. I just felt so broken. My chest started to hurt and I found it's hard for me to breath.

The crowds finally disappeared and I sighed, walking along the hallway. As I walked, I heard footsteps from behind.

At first, I decided to ignore it but on a second thought, I turned around only to see Jimin standing there looking at me.

"Ya! Why are you following me?" I yelled and he got into a deep-thinking mode.

"Because you're You Younghee," Now I take back my words of saying that he spoke understandable stuffs.

"Weirdo-" Before I could finish my words, I felt something painful in my chest and I grabbed my shirt tight because of the pain. For awhile, I started coughing hard.

I covered my mouth with my palm and coughed, back facing Jimin. I finally released my palm from my mouth to see blood stained there and my heart started to pound.

'what's going on with me?'

"Hey, do you need a handkerchief?" Jimin walked over to me, handing me his handkerchief. It wasn't long before he got startled and asked me what happened.

"Hey, are you okay? Why is there blood on your palm?" He rested his hand on my shoulder, asking me in a panicked state.

"I'm okay," I tried to ignore him but he grabbed my wrist, wiping the blood from my hand using his handkerchief.

"Come with me," He led me to the infirmary and I just sat down on the bed, looking at him in curiosity.

"Aish, just where is the nurse?" He ran his hand through his hair in frustration as he walked back and forth.

"Jimin, I'm really okay. That's fine." I told him I'm okay though I'm not. "I just need a little more rest," I tried to resist the urge of crying by clutching the bed's sheet.

Jimin then sat down in front of me. "Jeongmal, gwaenchana?" He asked again. This time, his voice is soft and gentle that made me unable to stay strong. Tears started to form one after another and I tried to wipe them away.

"You," He said and I looked at him. "You and Taehyung are dating, right?"

I nodded a response.

"Then why the hell did he go-" He raised his voice but I cut him off.

"It's fine, really. Jisoo is new here and she only knows Taehyung." I replied and he remained calm.

"And what happened between you and Jisoo?" He asked lowly, looking at me.

"Things have become really hard for me to handle," I stuttered, noticing my cracking voice. "I-I just don't know how to put them into words, I'm really sorry Jimin." I apologized as tears fell on my cheeks.

Out of the blue, Jimin pulled me into a hug once again. It just felt the same as before, he made me feel so tiny. But somehow, his embrace soothed me and I felt a little bit better.

"Arrasso, I believe that you wouldn't do that kind of thing without a reason." He whispered, caressing my hair.

I muttered, "Thank you."

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I just felt sick for unknown reasons and broken when I saw Taehyung and Jisoo being close with each other, still.

I asked for permission from my teacher to go home and rest. I left the class in an instant without telling anyone.

Come to think of it, it's not like they care about me anyways.

I went inside my room only to see the darkness all over the places. It felt dark even though I turned the lights on. I rested myself on the couch, putting my palm on my forehead sighing.

'just what the hell is wrong with me?'

I wanted to cry again, but I had to hold it in. All of a sudden, I heard the bell ringing from my door. I took a deep breath and opened the door to see two policemen standing in front of me showing their ID cards.

"Is Mr. Bong San here?" One of them asked for my uncle firmly and I blinked many times, wondering what's wrong.

"He is suspected of importing and exporting drugs with a certain group of criminals," Another one claimed and my jaw dropped.

He's been selling drugs?

"We're just here to inform you that and if you see him, please contact us immediately. He will go through an investigation later on." I just stared blankly at them.

"I hope that you will cooperate." They bowed and left me on the spot. I grabbed the doorknob hard, not wanting to believe what they said.

Why do problems keep appearing one after another? I can't even solve the current one properly yet. I sighed in an attempt to go back inside but I was stopped by a group of guys.

Some of them were holding medium black bags and they all dressed in black as if not wanting to reveal their identities.

"You're Bong San's assistant, right?" He pushed me by my shoulder as he went inside my room with his own companions.

"Come here, kid." He commanded and I was shaking from head to toes. For a moment out there, I felt a familiar hand grabbed mine.

I turned around to see Taehyung in a panicked state, looking at me worriedly.

"Both of you, come inside now if you don't want to get hurt." That guy spoke firmly and I looked at Taehyung shakily. He nodded.

With that, we both closed the door and went to sit down on the couch facing them. Their squads dropped those bags on the table and unzipped them.

What I saw were thousands packages of white substances inside - drugs.

"These are the products that your boss sold to us indirectly, but we couldn't trust him so we came here attempting to let him try them," He said. "Or his assistants." He intertwined his fingers together looking at me and Taehyung.

So he means that I should try these?

"B-But, I'm not his assi-" I got cut off instantly.

"Shut your mouth!" He yelled and I shivered. "Just try them! There's a cure if it goes wrong." He threw a syringe to a table.

I clutched a piece of my skirt hard as I bit my lower lip.

This is the end of me.

I stood up from the couch about to try it when suddenly Taehyung stood up and swallowed a small portion of it.

I quickly released that fucking chemical substance from his hand as they all laughed.

Taehyung isn't acting as his normal self and he's laughing for no reasons. My hands started to shiver and my heart is about to explode.

"So, it works." He said then all of them brought the packages up and left my room.

My eyes started to produce more tears as I shouted for Taehyung. "Hey! Are you okay? Taehyung!" I kept yelling but he isn't listening to me.

He was laughing at first but just a few minutes later, he started to destroy everything in my living room. He rubbed his neck so hard that I think he's scratching it instead.

"Water! Water!" He yelled, and his face turned all red. I quickly brought two big bottles of water and he got them from me instantly. He tried to pour it into his mouth but it didn't, so he got frustrated.

I helped him drink those two bottles quickly. "Please! Help me!" He shouted and I cried louder.

Taehyung, please be okay.

"T-That syringe," He stuttered, rolling his body all over the floor. Tears rolled down on his cheeks strongly and he covered his eyes with his palms.

I stood up, bringing that syringe and took the plastic out. My hands trembled harder as I saw the needle.

"T-Taehyung, what to do?" I kneeled down next to him and he jerked up a little to look at me. "What if- what if- it isn't working?"

He screamed in agony as he rubbed his chest and neck, trying to breath. I felt like my heart has been ripped apart into a million pieces.

"Please do it! I'll be okay!" He yelled and I shook my head crying louder as I held the syringe.

"No, Taehyung, no! I can't lose you." I sobbed but then I felt both of his hands grabbing my hands, bringing the syringe forward and he injected it.

"Shit!" He yelled, crying harder and louder. A few minutes later, he became silent as he closed his eyes.

The screaming stopped.

"T-Taehyung?" I called out, shaking his body lightly. "Taehyung? Please say something." I grabbed his palm, letting it rest on my wet hot cheek.

Taehyung, please wake up.

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now this has gotten into some serious shits ;_;