Kim Namjoon
Age: 16

At the age of 13 Namjoon met his first love. She was everything he could ever as for in a girl, she was kind hearted, sweet and lovable. After three years of a sweet and shy crush, Namjoon gathered the courage to ask this girl out on his 16th birthday.

Gladly, she accepted and suggested that they spend her birthday together which is a week after Namjoon's.

**

Namjoon made sure he looked his best, he wanted to impress her. The nervous but excited boy walks up to the house hold of the special girl. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door. She opened the door looking as stunning as ever, causing Namjoon to display his dimple.

"Happy birthday, Sojin-ah!" He exclaims with such excitement, causing her to smile wider. "Uhm... Are you absolutely sure that you don't want to celebrate with your family or other friends?" Namjoon asked, a tad guilty for taking her away on her birthday.

Sojin shifts her round-framed glasses to sit on her nose properly and tucks a strand of her short hair behind her ear while smiling gently.

"It's fine, we hardly celebrate birthdays anymore because of... Well, something. And everyone is busy with things so I appreciate you taking me out, Namjoon." She looks him in the eye and smiles sweetly.

He couldn't help but melt and return the best, deep dimpled smile he could offer.

"So," Sojin clears her throat, furiously blushing at the fact that Namjoon smiled at her.

Namjoon.

The boy that she has also loved for a long time.

Neither of them knew of each other's feelings. Namjoon thought she had said yes because she had nothing better to do, so he planned to woo her as much as he can so that he could become her boyfriend.

Sojin had thought it was strange that he came up to her, as they've only exchanged brief, formal words in school over the years. Words such as "hello" or "class is about to start" and nothing more. Maybe he was dared to ask out the loner of the school? She feels selfish for saying yes but she wanted the opportunity.

"What exactly are we going to do?" She asks Namjoon, her breath hitching slightly when his fingers softly brushed against hers as they walked away from her house and toward the destination of the night.

"We're gonna go to a theme park, go on all the rides and eat candy floss and wear matching headbands! And after that we'll go to Seoul tower for the fireworks display that's on tonight." He says.

"Can you afford all the rides?!" She asked.

"Of course! I've been saving up for weeks for this..." His voice trails off as he realized he gave himself away. 'Argh, why would you tell her that, Joon?!' he mentally screams.

Another vicious blush spreads across the bridge of her nose and colours her cheeks which makes Namjoon melt all over again. "Wow, you did this all for me?" She asks sheepishly. "Yes." He smiles. Her heart nearly stops at the sight of his dimple.

They spend at least two to three hours at the theme park, getting to know each other a bit more, enjoying the rides, taking cute photos and eating sweet things.

Namjoon couldn't think of another way of spending the night. He was with Sojin and that's all he cared about.

**

Sojin has a sunbae/Oppa named Minseok, who is 19 years old and who had fallen in love with her when he was 15 years old. He was a family friend's son, who had looked after her as a big brother since they've met.

He is a gangly guy, though, having been a dominant hoodlum.

He's violent, has a dirty mouth, sex crazed, money hungry, covered in tattoos and has a constant need to dominate everyone that surround him. He has turned to real gangsters for association because he feels that school is too censored. He wants to be a mafia member like the other men out there.

Sojin is the only one who has his heart and is the only person he changes for. She doesn't judge him for how he has turned out to be, nor does he have to maintain that facade around her. She calms him.

He practically turns into the most submissive puppy around her!

Sadly however, Minseok messed up.

He double-crossed Chuan because he was petty, salty even, at the fact that he was too young to even consider being involved with the Mafia let alone trying to prospect with them join.

So Chuan is looking for his target.

**

"Keep me updated on Chuan's henchmen. That bastard is out to get me just because he couldn't handle a few of his things gone missing. All he had to do was accept me but no! He even had the cheek to laugh at me in my face just because of my age. When I get a chance, I'll kill him with my bare hands!" Minseok screamed into the phone, dismissive of the fact that it would have blown his Uncle's eardrum out, who was on the receiver.

"Look, Neph... It's your own fault for getting caught up in this. I've told you countless of times that this isn't the kind of thing you should be dabbling in. This is for hard men. You haven't even lived your life out yet, kid. So yeah, if my boss starts on you, I'll call. But don't you dare let anyone know we're related or it'll be the end of me, too."

Minseok runs a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, whatever. Thanks anyways, Uncle."

He let's out an exhausted sigh, feeling full of regret and collasped back onto the worn out couch in the hide out he had made with Sojin when they were kids.

Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he takes out a small photograph of Sojin, taken at his mother's second wedding.

Sojin was forced to sit on his lap for a family photo due to lack of space in the frame, her face bright red as her parents encouraged her to press a kiss on Minseok's face for the camera. The slightly worn and aged picture in his hand captured him pressing a kiss to Sojin's cheek instead.

Her look of shock and embarrassment evident in her expression.

But she smiled afterwards.

She was only 13 then.

"Ffs... It's princess's birthday today."
Minseok dialled her number and waited for her to answer.

"Oppa?" Her voice alittle static-y.

"Happy birthday, princess. I'm sorry I missed out on the whole celebration." He says, wondering what the loud cheers are in the background.

"Thank you, Minseok. It's fine though, you know we don't really celebrate. And I'm actually out with a friend right now." Her voice raises in his ear alittle, there's a loud rumbling sound in the background.

"Wait... What's that sound?"

"It's a rollercoaster. Namjoon took me to a theme park, Oppa."

His heart races abit. "Wait, Namjoon... As in a 'male' named Namjoon? Because that doesn't sound like a girls name!" He exclaimed, worry filling his mind. 'She has a boyfriend?!'

"Yes, he's a boy. We're waiting in line at the moment, Seokie Oppa, so can I call you after? Are you going to be coming over later tonight?"

He thinks...

'Surely, it's safe to go visit them, right?'

"Yeah, sure. I'll be at your house tonight. Make sure you get home early and make me up a bed on your floor."

"You know you're not allowed to sleep in my room. Ever since we all found out you're not a virgin anymore, both of our parents dont want to risk it." She laughs. Minseok hears Namjoon in the back saying that they're almost next.

"Your parents are ridiculous. As if I would try anything on a little girl." He says, down hearted. He was hoping to be able to fall asleep with her.

"I'm old enough, I'm not a little girl so I agree with them! So you're sleeping on the couch! Bye Oppa, thank you again." She giggles into the phone.

"Sure, princess."

They hang up and he decides to dress into more respectable clothes and makes his way to Sojin's house.

**

"Who was that, Sojin?" Namjoon couldn't help but wonder as he heard 'oppa', 'princess', 'sleep in my room' and 'not a virgin' come from her conversation.

"That was my big brother. If you happen to come to my house, you might meet him." She says with a smile.

Relief washed over Namjoon as he thought for a second that she had a boyfriend.

The rest of their night consisted of exchanging subtle looks and soft smiles, laughter and food, excitement and small conversation. They now wait patiently at the lookout of Seoul tower, leaning over the rails and admiring the faint twinkling of the stars.

Side by side, shoulders touching, they talk about their favourite rides. The night then ended with the fireworks in Seoul.

"Sojin, I hope that this doesn't seem weird but I bought you a birthday gift." Namjoon speaks up, looking into her eyes for some kind of sign. All the while, he takes in everything about her.

Her short typically asian bob hair style, her round glasses in front of her beautiful brown eyes, her small nose and plump dipped lips, her sweater paws and black skinny jeans down to her Converses. He was pretty sure that he was in love.

"You didn't have to! Now I feel bad that I didn't get you anything for your birthday..." She says quietly.

"No!" Namjoon objects, "you agreeing to come out with me was the best present." Sojin smiles at his responses as she hides her face in her sweater paws. He fumbles for a small box in his pocket, and laughs nervously it as he holds it out to her. She steps down off the rail and turns to him, tentatively taking the box from his palm and opens it, revealing a Sterling silver necklace with a diamond N dangling on it.

"I ah... I just thought that it'd be a nice reminder of your 16th birthday with me. So 'N' for Namjoon... It's cheesy, isn't it?" Full of embarrassment and regret, he reached out to try and take it from her but Sojin clutched it closer to her chest. "I love it." She slides it around her neck and clasps it. She giggled and rubbed the 'N'.

"Here, you can have this." She unclips something from around her wrist and holds it out to Namjoon. "It's stupid really, but my dad thought it'd be a good idea to give me a gold bracelet with my name on it. However, it doesn't have diamonds like your gift, I'm sorry."

He accepts it graciously and slips it on. "I love this, thank you." He grins, blushing. They had just, in a sense, given each other couple jewelry.

Lost in each other's eyes for a moment, beautiful fireworks explode above them, shocking the two yet filling them with laughter, awe and satisfaction.

The night sky was adorned with bursts of glorious colors, reds and blues, purple's and pinks, green and yellow, orange and white. With the firey sparks lighting up the night, the most perfect atmosphere was created where the romantic air was stronger than the twinkle of the stars.

Namjoon couldn't help but adore Sojin's small face as her eyes crinkled in the corners and her lips curled into a smile.

She happened to have looked up and saw something sparkle in Namjoon's eyes as they beheld each other. Whether it be the different colors of lights flashing across his face or maybe it was just his existence but Sojin could have sworn that this boy was it.

He belonged to her.

And he felt she belonged to him too.

There were no need for confirmation in words. Just one look and they knew it.

Instinctively in that moment, the two lovebirds intertwined their fingers with each other's and pressed closely together. Convinced that this was the most beautiful moment in life. One of many that was suppose to come.

And so, there continued to be sweet exchanges between an innocent boy and a pure girl experiencing the flows of a heart fluttering first date.

Sadly, the unsuspecting lovely couple were unaware of the situation they were in.

**

Namjoon gladly walked her home. "Are you sure you don't wanna come in?" Sojin asked expectantly, hoping that Namjoon would come in to stay for a while. He was so damn nervous, just having the most perfect evening with the one he adores and now if he meets her family straight away, he feels he'll screw up his chance to impress them all. Especially this big brother of hers.

"I'm sure. I'd like to dress up abit more for when I do officially meet them." He says, rubbing the base of his neck. "Okay, then." Sojin smiles. They stand alittle awkwardly under the lampost on the corner that's not too far off from her house.

He clears his throat, causing her to look up at him. "I want to ask you something Sojin-ah. Can I call you that? Sojin-ah?" His voice wavers a little. 'As long as I can call you mine', she thought. "Yes, you can. I can call you Namjoon-ah, right? Or maybe... Joonie?" He giggled and said yes, he'd love that.

"So... Sojin-ah... After this day that we spent together, I've decided to tell you something very important..."

"I've... Had feelings for you for three years now. And they're really strong too, please don't mistake them for anything less. I truly admire you because of your personality, how you carry yourself at school, I love how you're so unbothered by the clichés. You're in your own world and it's beautiful. And if you'd let me... I'd like to be in that world with you.... So, will you be my girlfriend?"

Namjoon's breath runs short and he feels like he's suffocating when he beholds the blank look on Sojin's face. Did he make a mistake in confessing? Was the confession too dramatic? Over the top?

Namjoon was swimming in doubt and could only lower his eyes down as he drowned in the moments silence. As the silence pooled over him, he was absolutely sure that he had made a mistake.

Under the dim lamp post light, Sojin closed the space between her and Namjoon. His eyes opened wide as he felt Sojin's soft lips against his, her hands run up his chest and lock around his neck to pull him ever so closer to her.

Experimentingly, he kisses back and gently slips her bottom lip in between his, nibbling at it. Sojin shyly opens her mouth, allowing access for Namjoon to slip his tongue in. Which he gladly does so.

Their minds are going crazy as they focus on the feel of each other's lips moving as one against each other like a shy but daring and tentative dance.

They break away to catch their breathes and step back, grinning like love struck fools, their cheeks flushed and their lips glossy and swollen.

Their eyes avoid each other yet Namjoon manages to say, "Is... Is that your answer?"

When they finally make eye contact, she smiles and says, "Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend."

"Oh, well isn't that lovely?" A stranger's voice rings in their ears.

Fear fills them both as the last thing they see are black sacks thrown over their heads and hands pulled them apart. Namjoon tried his best to break free of who ever who this was. "Let me go!" He exclaims. He then hears Sojin's panicked breathing, making him panic more.

And as it happened in a snap of a finger, Namjoon and Sojin were thrown in the back of a car. "Namjoon." Was heard in a whimper. "Sojin." He whispered back. "I'm scared." She whispers.

Namjoon and Sojin are bound by cable ties and are suffocating with the cloth sacks over their heads. They hear feet scuffling, males grunting and the sound of a heavy vehicle driving. The two whimper and choke as they hear low voices discussing unknown plans.

He then tries to scoot over to her and finally feels her, "I'm right here." He tells her. "What's going on?" She whispers with such fear in her voice. "I don't know." He confesses.

The panic in their chests rise even more as the car comes to a stop after an hour, the sound of the van door sliding open and then the feel of strangers grabbing at them, hoisting them over their shoulders.

The two struggle against their kidnappers, all the while demanding answers that no one is responding to.

It smells like thick tar and gravel, moist dirt and cold concrete. Namjoon was able to gather that they were taken to a warehouse since the footsteps of their captors echoed when the clack of their shoes bounced off of the hard concreted ground.

Sojin's sobs rang louder in Namjoon's ear as he began to panic more once they were tied back to back on some chairs. A sinister voice vibrated through out the space of the building that they were currently in.

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a collateral here, men. One of you set up the recorder, I want that little snake to see this." The voice said. The stranger approached Namjoon and Sojin, ripping off their head coverings.

Sojin looked up to see a menacing man with intimidating tattoos and an evil grin who stunk of alcohol, cigars, something sour and heavy cologne.

Namjoon looked up at this stranger and croaked, "Who are you? Where are we? What do you want with us? You have the wrong people!" All the while, Sojin whimpers quietly.

The man straightens his suit out and puffs out his chest, clasping his hands behind his back. The innocent two looked around their surroundings to see that they were in fact in the center of a rather large and barren warehouse with one harsh light shining high above them and with what looked like a silver surgical table behind them with straps on it.

There's five men here including the man who seems to be the boss. Behind the scary boss man, there's a thin and simple brown table that has a recorder set up on it. The white light shines against the man's hair, making it look slick with gel.

"I'm feeling...... Generous." This man growls in a low voice. "So I will answer some of your questions if you are able to answer mine." He stalks around Namjoon and Sojin, eyeing them as if he were a cunning vulture circling and closing in on his weak, defenseless preys.

Sojin's teeth chatters out of fear as she attempts to speak. "Why are we here?" She stutters.

The man crouched down in front of her and stares before answering, "I believe someone you know has stolen from me. So you can't blame me for stealing something just as important... However, my possessions costed so much more than your existence, little girl." He walks off to lean against tbe surgical table.

"To answer the majority of your questions, my name is Chuan. Someone that you're close to, girl, double crossed me and thought he could get away with it. So my intention is to use you to get him to give back what belongs to me. And your little boyfriend here just so happened to be with you otherwise you'd have been here alone." He looks at his Rolex, uninterested. Namjoon speaks up timidly.

"What if we could go and get your things back for you?" Chuan chuckles darkly. "Oh, that's not how it works in the Mafia."

Namjoon freezes. "M-m-mafia?" Chuan walks to Joonie and eye levels with him. "Yes, boy, the Mafia. Did you honestly have no idea that this was gang related?" A look of horror and disbelief washed over Namjoon's face. Sojin whispers, "b-but my family isn't gang related, sir. My father is a good man, he would never do something like this."

"Oh, it's not your father, sweetie. It's that lowlife snake son of a bitch named Minseok." Sojin felt like her whole world was falling apart and crumbling before her eyes. 'Oppa?' that single word rung out loudly in her mind.

Chuan clears his throat. "My patience has worn out, so let's get started. Someone press record."

**

What takes place next is the most horrendous thing that nothing Namjoon and Sojin have ever experienced. Both of the victims were explicitly tormented for two hours with brutal beatings and physical pain. Chuan leaves with his men for a shirt while as he complained that they needed to eat before they continued.

The two were left alone for half an hour and they were still being recorded.

**

"Namjoon... Do you think they'll let us go after they're done? Surely they'll let us go, right? The police can't get involved with this so there's no reason why they won't let us go, right? They have to!"

Namjoon wiggled his hand so that he could lock his fingers with hers from behind. His voice was coarse from the painful screams that he emitted earlier when some of the men kicked his shins with steel capped boots.

"Yeah, Sojin. They will let us go. So you have to be strong for me, okay? We have to get through this together because we still have a whole lot of our relationship left to experience. We have to fight this and make it out on the other side. We will be fine, as long as we focus on getting out of here." He tried his best to reassure his girlfriend, his heart hurting at the sound of her quiet cries. Why did fate turn out like this?

He's gonna kill Minseok when they finally get out of there. Whoever that is.

Chuan and his henchmen return, smelling like fishcakes and alcohol.

There is also a woman who had arrived with Chuan, she was adorned in a revealing black, sparkling dress with plump red lips and curly waves swept over one side of her bony shoulder. She looks at the two badly beaten teens with no emotion in her eyes.

"I think it's time for the main event, am I right, men? Then we can all go home. Now, strap the boy to the table. And make sure that we have enough space in the recorder. Don't wanna have it cut off on the fun part." He said, clapping three times.

The men moved silently, already aware of what was to happen. The one checking the recorder had placed a few items beside it on the table.

From what Sojin could see, there were two Zippos lighters, three bladed knives and a bottle of whiskey. She could only shudder at what they could possibly be used for.

Sojin begs the men to stop as Namjoon struggles against them when they cut him loose and force him onto the table only to try bound him again.

The biggest man in size comes over to help contain Namjoon and lands a heavy blow to his guy, causing Namjoon to sputter and groan as he falls back onto the table.

Chuan pulls the empty seat directly in front of Sojin and clasps her chin his in finger tips. "Such a pretty little girl, such an unfortunate fate." He looks around at his group and yells, "Does anyone want to do the honors?"

Dead, uncomfortable silence.

The lack of response angers him. "NO ONE WANTS TO DO THE HONORS OF TAKING THIS VIRGIN?!" He shouts. Namjoon's blood runs cold and Sojin's heart stops.

'T-take me?' she whispered.

'T-take Sojin?' he thought.

"NO ONE HERE WANTS TO HAVE IT?!" Chuan is interrupted with a menacing growl and is surprised to see Namjoon eyeing him like a wild, feral dog. "DON'T TOUCH HER, YOU BASTARD!" Namjoon screams at him, becoming enraged at the thought of anyone touching his girlfriend.

Chuan couldn't help but grin.

"Oh? Do you want to then, boyfriend? Hey, woman! Go help this boy, why don't you?" He gestures for the woman he brought to come to him.

"That's disgusting, Chuan." He snaps his head at her and glares. "Shut it, bitch, your disobedience will get you nowhere with me. Do as I say!" He shoves his woman toward the table the Namjoon is trapped on.

She rolls her eyes and half heartedly begins to palm Namjoon through his pants. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yells, squirming and trying to kick her hands away. "Oh, just keep still, little boy, it'll make it easier for all of us." The lady scowled.

"Namjoon, please!" Sojin screeches. Namjoon turned his head to look at her. His pretty Sojin who had only just become officially his a few hours ago. His pretty Sojin who had fat tears rolling down her face, her eyes blooshot red, her lip bleeding and her raw cheeks bruised and swollen. "It's okay, Joonie, please don't fight." She whimpers.

Namjoon swallowed thickly, his throat tightening and feeling like it's burning. "Yeah, 'Jooooniiee', listen to your girlfriend." That harlot sneered.

He hissed and spat at the woman who jerked back in disgust. She was about to retaliate when Chuan stopped her and demanded that she hurry up. The woman was forced to swallow her pride as she decided to suck the poor boy off in order to finish the job quickly.

Sojin cried even more as Namjoon held his breath and clenched his eyes closed, cursing his soul for allowing himself to be aroused at this rapist lady fondling and sucking on his virgin member.

With one last slurp and that sound of her popping off him, she stroked his length a few times to maintain it's non-flacidness. "Okay, master, he's good to go." At that, the sinful woman backed away from Namjoon and took her place next to one of the men.

Chuan ran a lazy hand over the items on the table and picked up one of the blades. He stalks over to Sojin and holds the tip gently against her throat. She gulps and yelps, as the bob of her throat put pressure against the knife and it made a small incision. A thick drop off dark blood rolled down her neck and under her garments.

"Why did you have to wear such a heavy jersey, little girl?" In one swift movement, he sliced her jersey from the seam and brought it right down, revealing her plain white bra. He ripped all of her clothing off of her body, earning a monsterous cry from Sojin as her indecency was revealed to everyone.

The maniacal man looked down at her bare chest pervertedly. "So full and firm for a young girl. You look like you're at least two handfuls bigger than that slut over there." In response, that woman huffed and stomped her foot in a pout.

Calling for one of his followers to hold Sojin up, Chuan took pleasure in peeling her jeans off her legs before cutting the cable ties around her ankles and then yanking her panties off her.

"Get her over there and force them together before the little guy goes soft." Chuan grabs the recorder and sits where he gets Sojin and Namjoon in the frame perfectly.

It takes two men to restrain Namjoon even more and the other two holding Sojin by her arms and spreading her legs apart.

A blood curdling scream erupts from the teenagers throat the moment Sojin was slammed down on Namjoon's member. The pain searing through Sojin and burning her insides while Namjoon cries out in regret and dark hatred as he feels totally responsible for destroying his girlfriend's innocence like this.

"Sojin-ah, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" He sobs, trying his damn best to become soft so that he wouldn't have to traumatize her.

He could feel her pulsating around him, her walls throbbing and her virgin fluids dripping down onto him.

He was disgusted with himself.

"No, please stop! We'll do anything, please just don't do this to her!" Namjoonie pleaded with his captors. A loud, manical laugh bellowed out from Chuan. "We're not doing it, boy. You are!" With that, he cackled more and urged the men to continue their task.

Namjoon and Sojin continued to be forced by these men in this sexual act, Sojin screaming in pain and discomfort, Namjoon groaning in agony and self loathe. Chuan places the recorder back onto the table and comes into the screen and sends a message to Minseok.

"Hey, bitch. Do you like what you see? How does it feel to see your little girlfriend fucking someone who isn't you? Do you feel betrayed? Let down? Crazy? Well, now you can only imagine how much of those feelings I had when I discovered that you took off with my money, my drugs and you even had the cheek to bang one of my sluts. Now... Watch as I turn you previous little princess into a filthy, slutty, cumdumpster."

Chuan slams the recorder down on the table and beckons his harlot over to him. They both approach the helpless victims and with a few orders, the lady was forced to go down and suck on Namjoon's testicles while Chuan took the liberty of toying with Sojin's sensitive nerve with his fingers and the other attackers worked hard to move Sojin faster on Namjoon's girth.

Their demands and pleads for everyone to stop touching them fell upon deaf ears as Chuan called out, "Let's give that bastard a good show!"

A string of curses, apologies and grunts left Namjoon's lips when he felt the need to release inside of her as Sojin cried harder and choked on hiccups as she simultaneously came onto Namjoon unintentionally.

Sojin collasped onto Namjoon's chest, the men still having a firm grip on her arms. Chuan strides over to the table and smirked into the camera before picking up the blade and a lighter.

He holds the tip of the blade over the flame. "I think I wanna extend my generosity and consider the fact that I may not kill 'both' of you. Whichever one makes the more noise will die first." He casts his eyes down on Sojin's bare back and plunges the knife deep into her skin, carving some letters.

An excruciating, almost demonic, screech rips through her lungs and throat, her skin tearing and seering, sizzling and burning alittle. She feels thick fluids spilling over the dip of her back and over the sides of her body, dripping and pooling on Joonie's clothes. His eyes widen and he feels his life leave him while watching Sojin suffer right of top of him.

Chuan carved "MAFIA'S BITCH" from the area of her left lung to the center of her spine.

"Looks like she's gonna die first if you don't make a louder sound, little boy." The men remove Sojin and secure her tired body to a chair with more ropes and cable ties, not bothering to try cover her so she's decent.

Some men lift Namjoon's shirt up. Namjoon looked Chuan in the eye as he held the blade over the flame once again and made a choice. He knew what he had to do to save Sojin's life.

The moment the tip touched the surface of his skin, Namjoon let out an even more demonic sound, much louder and painful than Sojin's. The blade dug in deep and was dragged from one nipple to the next, these words saying "USELESS BOY." Namjoon became light headed as he felt his blood flowing out heavily, pressure becoming more intense above his heart.

"Looks like you lost to the girl, you weak piece of shit." Namjoon makes eye contact with his first love, the exchange of emotions they shared in that moment of staring held so much.

There was pity, regret, sorrow, disbelief, hope, love, pain and the knowledge that their lucky chance came to such an abrupt, cruel end before it even started.

Namjoon's vision began to blur as he had only just registered that Chuan was leaving, the men dragging his naked girlfriend away, her cries becoming more quiet as she moved further away. The moment she left his sight, he blacked out completely.

**

Nothing but darkness, Namjoon was sure that he was dead. Like the Mafia leader had said. Fortunately, Namjoon woke up in an entirely different scene. Everything was a blurry white that then focused into a white ceiling, to White Walls, to white blankets and finally a plastic tube inserted into his arm connected to a machine.

Namjoon woke up in a hospital. There was no one in the room with him except a strange man alseep in a small chair at the side of the bed. There were no signs of his sister or his parents.

The man stirred at the sound of Namjoon moaning slightly and leapt up with a desperate look in his eye. "Where's Sojin?!" The man cried.

Namjoon couldn't speak for his mouth was dry and his throat was coarse. In response, he shook his head. 'I don't know' he mouthed. Tears escaped from both the males eyes, the reality of Sojin's disappearance hitting them hard.

"It's all my fault, it's my fault, IT'S MY FAULT!" The stranger screamed. In a fit, he ran from Namjoon and out of the room, leaving him in a daze. A doctor comes in shortly and debriefs him.

"Kim Namjoon, your blood count has return to normal, your vitals are stable, your infections have diminished and your wounds are healing. You've been unconscious in Seoul Central hospital for six days due to exhaustion and trauma. Now,-"

The doctor takes of his glasses and places his hand gently on Namjoon's shoulder. "What I'm about to tell you will only make your health unstable again but you need to know before it's too late." His voice low and deep.

Namjoon swallows thickly and stares at the doctor, wide eyed without blinking. 'What could be worse than losing Sojin?' He thought to himself. "Brace yourself, Namjoon." There's about five seconds of intended silence before he continues.

"Within those days, every single one of your family members and everyone you were closed to were murdered in cold blood. You have no connections in this world apart from Kim Sojin, if she is still alive. The man who just cane in is her big brother, Minseok and he's been searching for her."

All the information comes crashing down onto Namjoon which caused a throbbing migraine in the front of his forehead. Namjoon began to weep and cry, wailing despite his sore throat, unable to move, only able to let his tears out. He couldn't believe that his family was done away with when the last time he saw them, they were hyping him up for his date.

Namjoon cried and cried.

The doctor continued, "My name is Oh Sehun and I'm not a really doctor. I was the man who found you in that warehouse and I'm apart of an organization that takes in victims, protects them and avenge them. Namjoon, do you understand me? I'm here to help you."

Namjoon's fit died down after a good 20 minutes as this Sehun man stood over him, his face full of concern. He finally found the strength to try and speak up, saying... "Will you help me get revenge for my girlfriend and family?" His voice as broken as his heart.

Sehun looked him hard in the eyes.

"Yes, aslong as you can help me with as much information as you can." He nods once.

Namjoon croaks, "Well.... His name is Chuan."

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Another great work of my bb kinKtaes
Thank you so much for your help bb, it so much appreciated. I love you.

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