They were all there. Every. Single. One.

Namjoon. Jungkook. Jin. Yoongi. Hoseok. Jimin. Lisa.

Taehyung...

They all sat at a table, heads hung low and eyes focused on their drinks in front of them. Playing with their straws like kids avoiding their vegetables on their dinner plate. I could sense a downing aura even from outside the window. Nobody talked, nobody smiled... just silence.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Taehyung's, hoping to be a means of comfort before the man pushed him away.

Why were they sad? They knew about this.

They knew what they did to me... Right?

I fought the urge to march up to that table and demand answers. Demand to know why they played along with such an evil plan.

Demand to know... anything.

I couldn't help it, my driving curiosity wanted to hear their voices. At least once more before I went back to the hospital to continue with Ms. Moon's plan. Without permission, my hand reached for the door handle and suddenly I was inside the glowing, yellow bar.

It smelled just as I had remembered it. Bitter alcohol with a hint of something sweet. The goosebumps on my revealed skin finally calmed down under the heated air. I really stood out without a jacket, but nervously I kept my head low and mask on to cover my face.

"Welcome!" Jin immediately stood up, shining a tired welcoming smile at me.

It was fake.

I bowed silently and took a seat behind their table.

"Is there anything I can get for you today?" He stated, standing next to my table patiently.

I was careful not to reveal my voice and nodded my head no as I hid my wrists under the table. Fish skin was still attached to me like glue.

"Alrighty then..." he tilted his head in confusion, but quickly took his seat again at the silent table.

The eight of them sat together in silence for a few minutes. No one dared to speak. Not even Jimin could break the uneventful silence.

Until finally— "Guys. How long are we going to keep this up?" —Yoongi dared.

Taehyung shot him an evil eyed glare.

"He's right." Hoseok spoke up, "I've been having nightmares almost every week because of how much I've been thinking about her."

The word "her" perked my ears up.

"We are going to think about it, until we find a way to fix it." Taehyung growled.

"FIX WHAT?" Jimin raised his voice, "She's gone Taehyung. You can't bring her back to life. It's not FIXABLE." He banged his fist against the table, making me jump ever so slightly in my seat. "S—sorry." He quickly apologized in my direction.

"I'm sure there's a way around it," Jungkook started, "We just have to think more, find a loophole." The boy ran his fingers through his long dark hair, attempting to move the silver gears in his mind.

"Our only loophole would have been if she were alive." Lisa banged her cup down, a croaking frog starting in her throat.

Namjoon put his arm around her, comforting the best he could, "I just wish you told us earlier about your small dilemma. We would have been able to help."

"You don't understand, my father forced me too. And if I didn't comply it would be the end of me—Disappointment in his only son. I don't know why that pressure kept me going, but it did and I regret it so much." He massaged his eyebrows, sulking like a prisoner of his own emotion. "And funniest part of all, is that I actually fell in love. Can you believe it boys?—and Lisa— this bastard fell IN LOVE. That's why... I didn't want to tell her. I was afraid she'd leave me."

Tears built up in my eyes. Could this be true? Would I believe a cold liar even when I'm cold dead?

"That's not what we're talking about right now Taehyung." Jin spoke up, "How do we prove your father a murderer without getting you in trouble in the midst of it?"

Of course. That's why his father never got in trouble. They can't get Mr. Kim in shackles without evidence. And the only way they could provide evidence was if I was alive to tell authorities that Taehyung was innocent and his father not.

But was Taehyung even innocent? It still feels too good to be true.

I wanted to ask. I wanted to embrace them all. I wanted to tell them that I was alive and well, but the fact that I still lacked trust kept me back.

No matter how much I wanted to smile at them and show them that everything really was okay. I couldn't. And at this point in time... that might be what hurts me the most.

I was torn between giving in and throwing myself at Taehyung or silently walking out of the bar.

"Is not like we can prove that you were in love," Jimin began, "That's like proving aliens exist."

"They do." Jungkook stated much too seriously with eyebrows furrowed.

Jimin rolled his eyes and continued, "Look the point is, it's impossible. You can't put Mr. Kim in jail unless Taehyung joins him."

At those words, Taehyung's head snapped up. "Jimin you're a genius."

"What? How? Me—Genius?" Everyone looked to Taehyung, equally confused and waiting for his explanation intently.

"I'll turn myself in."

Silence spread across the table while everyone processed his idea.

"YOU PABO. YOU'RE GOING TO PUT YOUR INNOCENT ASS IN JAIL FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE FOR AVENGE?" Jimin yelled, making me jump once more, "Sorry." He apologized again, "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"I don't see any other reason to live than to avenge y/n."

"You're throwing your whole life away," Namjoon warned, obviously not supporting this "genius" idea.

"It's my life to throw away." Taehyung stood up from the table, clearly set on his new plan.

Panic settled in my stomach. I had to stop this before it was too late. I needed to tell Ms. Moon so we could finally take our last step towards revealing me to the public and catching what I thought was my murders.

But plans have changed. His actions were true and real even without me around. He really wasn't lying!

Which means it was all Mr. Kim! The school administrator was to blame for my massive amounts of trauma and pain. Not Taehyung.

He didn't actually follow through with his plan, and I know that because Mr. Kim wanted me pregnant, but Taehyung and I always used condoms. I didn't even have to ask because he made that choice himself. He knew I wasn't ready for a child and neither was he.

I stood up from my seat, tears had filled my eyes once again: tears of joy. But I knew I needed to run back.

I needed to run and call Ms. Moon.

As I took a few first blurry and hurried steps towards the door, a crash greeted me and suddenly I was on the floor surrounded by glass and burning liquid.

"I—I'm so sorry ma'am. Are you hurt?" A waiter leaned over and all eyes were on me.

My head felt lighter than usual and even more panic went through my system once my eyes landed on a black cloth laying on the ground.

My hat was gone.

When I looked up to the eight people I was eavesdropping on, horror filled my every artery as they all mirrored my same horrific expression.

"Y/N!?"

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