Chapter twenty-two.
"So tenderly, you watch me burn."

Warning: may be explicit, and scenes of harm to others.

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Jimin's POV
10/13/18, 7:49 AM

I slam the paper bag down on the table in the corner that's in the cafe I visit weekly. The force of it nearly knocks over the man's plastic cup filled with coffee. He looks upset at first but then realizes that it's me. He slowly takes the paper bag and opens it so see the contents. His face turns neutral, not what I expected.

"I thought it was you," he chuckles as he takes each broken piece of the camera and sets it on the table. No amusement is evident on my face. I'm pissed.

"I have the photo card so don't even try to find it," I say through my gritted teeth. I stay standing up, my legs an equal length away, and my arms crossed. Intensity is set across my face.

He stops what he's doing and sighs, "Jimin, I-"

"Tell Eva that if she doesn't stop this, I'm done," I cut him off, not even caring of what he has to say.

"Why the change of heart?" He asks with the same neutral face as before.

"I'm done watching people I care for getting hurt by acting along with her. I'm lying to almost every single person in my life and I can't take it anymore. I've found someone I really care for and want a future with. I don't pretend to love him as I did with Jungkook, I don't purposely hurt him for Eva as I did with Taehyung, either. I want to settle down and take care of him, away from Eva's supervision. I never knew I could feel this way about someone, let alone feel anything except numbness. I see light in his eyes and it warms mine," I look out the window and smile softly, missing the taste of his lips, then continue, "So if you excuse me, I think I'm done here."

As I start to walk away but a hand clutching my forearm, desperately, stops me. I turn around to find pleading in his eyes, something I have never seen before from him.

"In order to do that, I need your help. If you help me, we can both be free," So much emotion and sadness comes from his cracking voice. The last time I saw this side of him was when Eva made him go on that mission last year, it was the worst thing she's ever made us do. I thank every star in the universe, for not making me go on that mission.

I sigh, knowing that he's being serious for once and take a seat with a thump.

"So, what's the plan? And I'll only do it if you can promise the safety of myself and everyone in the 'group', J-hope."

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Taehyung's POV
12/27/17, 12:59 PM

As I look through the crack of the door, I see my brother yelling at my sister. They argue daily so I just rolled my eyes and began to turn around.

SMACK!

I stop in my tracks, quickly turning back towards my siblings. My brother shoved my sister into the wall, then went to hit her. Tears are pouring down her face, she just lets him beat on her. I panic and quickly look to my right to see various empty bottles of beer, wine, and soju. I grab a bottle with rage, still hearing the sounds of the one-way fight. I walk towards the door, opening it. Each step I take is even more deadly than the last. There's no light in my eyes. All I see is red. I don't know what I'm doing as I'm slamming the bottle against my own brother's head. I don't see him as I repeatedly stab the sharp remaining edges of the now stained glass, into his stomach. I don't see him grabbing onto it with the last little bit of life he has. I can't hear anything but my heavy breathing. I don't hear him saying 'I'm sorry' as his eyes roll back. Rage is the only thing I know right now. Don't touch my sister like that. Death is what you deserve.

Things start to clear up into stained white clothes and hands, with bright red. It turns into a beautiful room. Why is the room so bright when the past scenes are so dark? When the blood on my hands hold an abnormal meaning? When the sobs and whines from my damaged sister are so loud? I slam my head against the wall behind me as I slide down the wall, with so much weakness.

I deserve the same as him.

I gasp as I shoot up in bed, sweat running down my face, clothes stuck to my body. I wish I would stop having flashbacks... I know exactly what happened, I don't need to be reminded of the past. That's not who I am. I'm panting as I shake my head and hold it in my hands. I take a deep breath as I remind myself that it was to protect her, it was for a purpose. It doesn't define who I am. I tell myself this as a tear slips down my face.

I hear a knock on the door, "Hey, are you okay? Can I come in?"

I smile fondly.

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A/N; sorry for the short chapter!