[this is the 2nd story of a series. You can read it as a stand-alone if you wish to. However, if you're interested in the whole series, the books are numbered on my account! Thank you for taking the time to read!]

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Your leg was bleeding.

Trying not to stare down at it so heavily as you ran next to the only boy you cared so much for, his tight arms around your waist catered to your limping. Almost lifting you every step you ran, his panicked voice was nothing but a reminder that this, this moment right here, might be the last you saw of your boyfriend; Kennah was his name.

Running fast, running with no regrets, you held his bleeding hand as the both of you made it clear not to strike any attention to you. People were at your tail, you could hear them cross the parking lot as you jumped over one of the hoods and trampled over. You had to outrun the men and women in black masks.

"You'll make it out of this," he kept saying, kissing your forehead as the both of you rushed up the stairs. You wanted to say something back. To kiss the young, lively teen, but didn't get the chance as you focused on not swallowing in too many breaths. The last thing you wanted was to choke on nothing but air; how embarrassing.

Almost reaching the roof of the hotel Kennah and you ran through, it was a surprise that none of the old workers that worked here recognized your boyfriend. Seeing as he used to work here and you'd come to visit, the strong black hoodies and jacket the both of you wore truly helped with staying hidden. It was all good until Kennah ran into someone he knew. You didn't bother to look at the man that was confused and asked Kennah if he was alright. Instead, you dug your nostrils into the scent of your caring boyfriend. Shutting your eyes and waiting for Kennah to deal with the man that kept questioning where Kennah was going, it was dealt with the moment you jumped and heard, "KID, WE'RE GETTING THAT USB!"

Tugging your boyfriend's arm, you watched him panic. Sending off the man that ran into them away so fast, you nor Kennah thought faster as you stormed up the remaining stairs. Fast, fast, fast, out of breath. His hold on you grew looser and looser the moment you got to the top.

Barging through the doors, you clutched on his hand as he tried to rip away from you. Confused and crying, you shook your head. "N-No, we're-"

"Get away safe, dispose of this and please," he was now crying, wanting to kiss your lips so eagerly, "please please be safe." He kissed you.

You could taste his tears at your lips as he did. Not wanting him off you or your lips, you tasted his chapped lips, his rough kiss, and his tongue the most you could before he forcibly pushed you away. Watery eyes looking over at the USB he slipped into the palms of your hands during the kiss, you whimpered as you tried to clutch onto him again.

"GO!" he cried, heartbroken.

You stumbled back. You knew what this meant.

"I love you," you called out, blinking back tears that were already streaming down your cheeks.

Kennah held a small smile, his eyes hurting as he nodded and watched you escape.

Stumbling back and running towards the back of the water tanks that were clasped tight to the floor of the roof, you leaped over the hinges and wished to catch a glimpse of Kennah one last time. Struggling to maintain your balance as you walked over onto the pillars that drove to the sides of the building, you yanked your thighs over to balance and wrap around the fire-escapes below.

You found your way out of this.

Moving your teary eyes towards your boyfriend, your everything, and the love of your youthful life, you clutched the USB he gave you hard, staring away from your injuries from earlier, your bleeding leg got onto the metal safely.

You took one last look.

You wished you hadn't.

They were here, on the roof, and looking straight at Kennah who held the saddest smile on his face when seeing you hidden. About to leap forward and scream when seeing them pull out a gun, one minute it was aweing, and the next just shocking and sad.

Tripping when the loud noise of a gunshot echoed through the air, your face scrunched, heart shattering completely. "NO!" you screamed loudly, new and reformed tears about to melt down your reddened cheeks.

Kennah fell. He fell off the roof of the building and you flinched when hearing a loud crash along with a car alarm start to beep from the top.

Everything was spinning.

You couldn't move.

You couldn't speak.

You couldn't hear anything more than a buzzed hum.

Your eyes were bugged, and you stood there frozen.

"Y/N!"

It took you a moment to realize your name was being softly yelled out. Staring over at the alleyway the fire escapes lead to, your lashes blinked slowly when seeing a familiar face. It was Kennah's best friend, his trustee, his partner-in-crime (literally). It was Sarah.

The redhead wailed her arms around, telling you to hurry in freaked shouts, and yet, you couldn't understand any of her instructions as you looked back over the place Kennah had been shot and fallen. Then she screeched, she screeched so loud that you had to focus and snap out of your sudden loss. "Y/N WATCH OUT!"

Hiccupping a breath when you were suddenly pulled away from the side of your escape, you knew who grabbed at you. Trying to bite at the gloved fingers, you whimpered into the palms of the hands as you couldn't breath. Kicking, suffering, and angry, you took no time for panic when more hands started to grab at your legs.

They killed Kennah, and now they got you. They had you, and you knew that they wanted the USB. That's all they were here for, that's what all these assholes were here to kill for.

"USB now or we'll have you thrown off the side so you can meet your dead photographer boyfriend," a man chirped by her ear, his smile large as he said it.

You bit. You bit so hard that it was a surprise that the finger didn't wrap into your teeth as you kicked away and tried to get to the side again. Knowing this was nothing but a mere distraction, you had to have this happen. Pursing your lips and tasting the iron from the man that you just attacked with your mouth, you spit at the ground before throwing the USB drive over.

"Run!" you screamed over at Sarah who instantly rushed to try and find it, "DON'T LOOK FOR ME." You were crying with such intensity. But the minute you saw the girl grab it and hesitate, you waved over, smiling hugely. "Go," you said again, and Sarah grew saddened as she nodded. The girl ran.

"YOU BITCH!" a growl from behind you rose.

Your eyes went large, your scream swallowed by more hands dragging your face back.

They had you.

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Your breath shook as you woke from the nightmare. Twisting and turning around in the darkened room you were tossed in, your sweaty body kicked out of the rose blanket one of the men had given you during your stays here. You know, for people who were told to capture and torture you for information, they were sweet when it came to snuggling me into bed at night.

Disgusting at the travesty that was your mouth, the constant build of mucus and dirt that laid on your tongue made you want to throw up. Sighing, you tried to breath from your mouth and not your nose as you rested your head back onto the cold stone wall that the room was built out of.

What're we? In the 19-fucking-20's? Why am I kept in a jail cell that looks older than my dead parents? Your thoughts clearly remarked on the decay that formed and rotted near the corners of the cell.

Blinking slowly, your groaned, kicking the flower blanket in frustration some more before staring at the metal bars that held it all together. This was a routine at this point. Being here for a month and a half almost made you used to the environment. The coldness, the midnight sweats when remembering the first time you cried in a long time...all of it was a routine.

Sighing, you tried not to think of Kennah. Staring up at the ceiling, you spoke words in coughs, barely carrying a voice as all you did was scream or cry these past weeks. You screamed when they tortured you, and cried when they reminded you of Kennah. Some even tried to get close to you forcibly, but you had a good eye when it came to biting any body part that came anywhere near you.

"Fiesty," they called it, but to you, it was just plain anger. There was nothing sexy about any bit of you now. And thankfully, the more you bit, the more you fought, and the more you chose not to speak, they grew accustomed to your patterns as well.

They allowed you out to eat with them sometimes. Once a week, they allowed for showers in their dorms above the basement this dungeon scene was created in. Some even fed you which was nice. Nice, but stupid. Clearly, all you were doing was playing the damsel in distress role they wanted of you so they'd trust you. You had bigger plans.

You wished to escape.

Cringing out of your thoughts when feeling the sweat under the straps of your bras, you moved the material away from the bottom and waved at your skin. Breathing in air, you hoped that the little bits of cold could reach your swollen skin. "I need a new bra," you mumbled in disgust, smelling the destruction of the fabric at your chest. You had never smelt something so throw-up-worthy before.

"Why not just take it off?"

You rolled your eyes at the voice in your head. Glancing over at the illusion of the grinning boy who sat by the other side of the wall, you knew you were losing your mind but you said nothing but play along with your distressed mind. Here, you saw Kennah, talking to you. I know. Seeing your dead ex in front of you for weeks wasn't the healthiest way for your orphan heart to cope. But could you blame me? I've been stuck in a cell underneath a dorm house, fed bare minimum, must shit in the corner of the room in a fucking bucket, and sweat away any nutrients my tired body consumes...I'm bound to go a little insane.

"Shut up, you aren't real."

"I know," he said lightly, kind smile on his face.

You watched the small smile and became frustrated.

"What?" you barked, waving at your chest again from under your dirtied dress.

It was the same dress from the day Kennah died and you had been abducted.

"Why not just ask for a new set of clothing?" he asked, his white finger pointing to your ripped material, "They've gotten used to your complaints and whines, I'm sure getting you something to wear wouldn't be so bad."

"You act as if I'm their baby sister or something," you mumbled in annoyance, not knowing if it could be that easy, "I'm not some princess in this house. They'll hurt me gradually more the minute I ask for something out of their control. Like a new dress."

His bleeding mouth grinned. "I wasn't intending for them to get you Gucci-status worth of material. Just some of their clothing would suffice."

You blinked rapidly, wanting so badly to not see him. The more you tried to look at him and blink like a maniac, the more his face changed to amusement as he waved over and went "boo".

You whined.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Just stop thinking about me," he softly proposed.

You sighed, defeated. Your voice wavered a little as you lightly stared at his face. Although it was bleeding, cut, bruised, and barely looked like the Kennah you loved so dearly, it was still him. Smiling at the way your brain worked, you shook your head before staring at the cell before you again.

"You know I can't do that..." you whispered lightly.

He didn't say anything and you didn't bother looking over. Moving your bra in place the minute you sat up from the ground your back ached from, you crossed your legs on the ground before moving towards the side of your pillow. Your fingers pierced and gripped into the black jacket in your hands. Smiling lightly at it, you looked back over at your dead boyfriend. He smiled when looking over at it in your hands as well.

"Take care of that jacket, I used to love it," he said lightly, side-smirking when you nodded so childishly.

"...with my life," you responded back, feeling the water-works about to stem in again.

Blinking fast for other reasons now, you almost flinched out of your loosened bra completely when the stairs across the cell seemed to lighten up. Blinking past the darkness that your eyes grew accustomed to, you tried so hard not to hiss like a bat that was just awoken when lights all around were lit around you. Then you saw them, mr. dumb, and mr. dumber. Eyes gawking in awe at the fact that these two were left alone with you, you almost drooled in relief.

Even dead Kennah smiled when seeing the two come towards the cell with deadpanned faces.

"We're here to take care of you for the tonight as Jules has ordered so," Eric started. He was stumpy and slightly shorter than the hot-piece of ass (totally observing, not being pervy) that was Sato next to him. Dashing in their own way, you almost batted your eyelashes when their eyes met you.

You glanced over at Kennah who had his brow arched, grin large and matching yours.

"Looks like you might be able to escape today," he said with a chuckle.

You stood up from the ground the minute the two opened the cell and walked in to grab you. Letting them man-handle you and pull you towards the stairs, you bit your lower lip from laughing as you played an act for struggle when reaching the stairs.

"No, please don't!" you acted, almost lazy.

The idiots seemed to believe you as one, the hot one, Sato snarled and pushed you forward, while the other, Eric smiled lightly and reassured your with his eyes. Your eyes met his and you knew exactly who you were going to target for tonight.

You studied Eric as he took you up to their dorms.

"What're we doing?" you cried out a little, mimicking fear into your voice.

You talked to Eric however, allowing Sato to push you forward up another set of stairs.

You were generally weak, barely able to blink right as he pushed you to walk faster.

"You need a fucking shower," Sato barked for Eric who was about to kindly speak, "Jules in coming in today to see you for herself. The last thing we want is for her to throw up at the sight of you while she tries to eat."

You rolled your eyes internally before pouting for real on the outside. "Jules?"

Eric finally spoke. "You'll figure it out soon," he whispered by your frizzy hair.

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BangPD finally spoke. "You'll figure it out soon," he whispered by Namjoon's styled hair.

The idol smiled through his visible pain as he tried to keep his phone away. Trying not to rub at his sweating face, he stared at his boss. His eyes hopeful.

"You really think so?" the leader asked, his voice shaking.

The boss, and creator behind BTS took a long moment. His eyes did nothing but stare into Namjoon's hopeful ones. Blunt, out there, and open, the man shook his head with a sigh, "Nope. I highly doubt you'll find the woman who has been harassing you."

Namjoon deadpanned, giving the man a side-eye.

BangPD chuckled, staring over at the rest of the group who were tired and starting to pack up their things. They had hours of dance practice and rehearsal in their studio, all exhausted and wanting sleep. But Namjoon, Namjoon didn't want to go back. His mind and heart somewhere other than working with his boys. The leader was distressed and worried for himself, and the group; like always.

"I haven't gotten any more anonymous packages which is great," he whispered, licking at his lips. The sweat at his upper lip trailed into his mouth, "nor have I gotten any more texts. I just, I don't know if this is some sort of prank or if someone I slept with truly is after me."

The older man sighed. "The fact that you can't remember the name the number belongs to caters to your character Namjoon."

The idol scoffed, "Whatcha trying to say?"

"You need to stop sleeping around so much," BangPD blurted so blunt. The boy's scoff fell, his throat clogging as he bowed and apologized. He was so red as he looked forward and tried to awkwardly shift the situation back to the problem and not his dick.

None of his efforts worked as BangPD went, "You could meet crazy people who wish nothing but scandals...or even catch some diseases!"

"I've been safe," Namjoon squeaked.

BangPD rolled at his eyes, glancing at the other boys before making it a mission to keep his voice low. "You had a sex spree with multiple women 6 months ago, one of them contacted you but you ignored her texts and greetings," he went on and on with listing the situation, "she turned on you by texting you a threat regarding people around you and their safety, and you...you dealt with it by what? Deleting the entire proof of conversations?"

"I panicked alright?" Namjoon piped, growing redder.

"Those could've been used if this matter became serious enough for the police," his boss interjected and Namjoon nodded quick.

"I understand that, it's just- with the murder that happened near this very building a few weeks ago...I just, I got a text from the number saying that that murder, that event was 'on me' as if it was my fault. That screams police attention and Bangtan doesn't need that. So, I deleted everything."

"The person probably heard about the event through the news that was covering the death of the boy," BangPD shrugged, "maybe it was a scaring tactic."

Namjoon shook his head slowly. He was terrified. "I got that text before the boy fell or any of this happened. I was too busy to check or understand what it meant. But when that boy died...I couldn't help but think that the person behind my harassment might have had something to do with this Kennah character dying."

"You didn't know the boy at all," BangPD tried again, wanting t be logical, "Let's say it was the same person. Let's say the one harassing you targeted this boy...why would that make any sense?"

Namjoon blinked. "I uh," the leader was struggling hard. "I uh went to his funeral-"

"You wha-"

BangPD was shocked, but he let himself be interrupted by Namjoon who continued.

"I gathered some information and I found out that the boy was a bellhop who worked at the hotel he was murdered and thrown off of," the leader was on fire, his sweat pooling the more he talked about this new information. "But then he got fired and started getting money on the low."

"How could you possibly-"

"His mother told me," Namjoon lazily added, not wanting to be interrupted as he spoke. BangPD was bug eyed, staring and trying to nod as he listened to Namjoon talk about his interesting month.

"She was worried about the murder and how the people Kennah was dealing with probably were the ones that killed him," Namjoon piped, getting riled up with every word he spoke.

"What people did he deal with?"

Namjoon shrugged. "All I know is that he worked as a photographer for a few news sources the minute he got fired," Namjoon softly spat, "...this being the same time a lot of celebrities started to fire up with scandals. I don't know...maybe I'm reading into things but I feel like, I feel like the boy had something on us. Something on me, and these messages added to the mix..."

The stressed man trailed off once again.

BangPD tried to capture all that was said in his memory. Registering the information, before he could speak, Namjoon spoke up.

"And it doesn't help that the woman, I-I think the woman-" the leader shut himself up.

"What?" BangPD asked, his eyes narrowing at Namjoon holding back.

There was something the boy was keeping to himself and he could tell.

For the past month Namjoon had been extremely secretive. When asked about the packages he received in the dorm, Namjoon said 'he had it taken care of' and wouldn't talk about it. When asking about all the women he had slept with during that time frame where he went 'hormonal-dog-hump-mode', Namjoon would grow shy and not want to talk about it. Every time BangPD tried to question him or help him get to the bottom of this mysterious number that texted remarks to him, Namjoon would shut the conversation down...

"What else is there Namjoon?" the man asked, hand resting on the idol's tense shoulder.

Namjoon licked over his lips again. The salt of his sweat making what he had to saw that much harder as he became breathless. Sitting in this dance room, staring at himself far in the mirror, staring at the members so oblivious and in their own world, he still grew breathless when it came to talking about this. This. This problem him and management had been trying to sort out without the other boy's knowing.

Hoseok. Hoseok knew a little, he even questioned about it in worry. But Namjoon shut him down at any point the man tried to get close to the information. The leader didn't want any of the other band members worrying.

Knee shaking, he heard BangPD urge him to speak.

"I can't read your mind son," the man chuckled. There was softness in his voice, a worry when staring at the idol before him.

"I uh," Namjoon squinted his eyes until they became nonexistent, "I think one of the women I slept with..."

He trailed off, watching BangPD nod slowly. The man carried such care in his eyes, wanting Namjoon to speak to him, to cater to him. He wanted the idol to lay out everything in the open...everything that was bothering him.

"Go on son."

"I think," Namjoon gulped, "I think one of the women I slept with long-" he emphasized the 'long' as he nervously chuckled and spoke it again, "long long time ago was uh-"

"Was a what?" the man asked, his voice starting to become less soft when seeing just how nervous the boy before him was to speak.

Namjoon smiled. It was a faint one, scared, and like a small infant not wanting any trouble. Normally, it would've made BangPD melt and become softer again, but that didn't stop him this time as the boss hardened. He was starting to panic in anger. Namjoon's smile fell immediately when the man's fingers gripped harsh on his shoulders, almost digging into his skin.

"Namjoon-ah, speak now."

"Hyung," Jungkook called with a laugh, gathered by the door of the room with all the other members. They stared at him slowly, all smiling from the inner joke all were laughing about. A joke Namjoon was missing as he sat in the far corner with their boss. Blinking, the leader watched the maknae continue, "you coming?"

Namjoon swallowed harsh. Staring over at BangPD and back at the members. Seeing as their boss smiled fake and patted Namjoon a little too hard on his back, Namjoon's thin frame scooted forward. He chuckled nervously when the grip on his boss was so threatening when he was pulled up from the ground like a rag doll.

"Y-Yes!" Namjoon quickly barked, wanting to run away.

The band members were confused when BangPD went 'aish!" and took hold of Namjoon's wet shirt. Pulling him back from running, Namjoon was an awkward mess as he extended his hand out for Jin to save. No one did anything, all the boys simply confused when watching the pathetic, awkward, brawl that seemed to happen before them.

Jungkook was the one to speak. "Should we leave?"

"Yes," the boss demanded.

"No!" Namjoon whined, and was pulled back so fast he was surprised he didn't fall into BangPD's arms like some K-drama heroine.

"He'll meet you out in the hall," BangPD ordered, eyes harsh but smile still present as he tried not to rile up the dense boys that stood watching Namjoon trying to free himself, "I just need to finish our conversation."

The boy's nodded slowly. Jimin and Hoseok looked scared for Namjoon and worried as they hesitated in leaving. The minute the boss barked again, they scurried out. Jungkook willingly closed the door so fast behind them all as they let BangPD face Namjoon head on.

"OUT!" the man spat, terrified for what Namjoon was hiding. "No more secrets Namjoon-ah! Tell me what's really going on!"

Namjoon's baby-like smile was back. Cheeks red, the man opened his mouth.

"Jules," the leader said and BangPD's brows furrowed.

Namjoon looked like a baboon's ass as he finished. He wasn't ready for the anger he was probably about to receive. "I uh-"

"Namjoon-ah!"

"I THINK I SLEPT WITH A JOURNALIST NAMED JULES!" Namjoon screeched, eyes squinting again.

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A/N: love to hear out your theories mwhaha.