Y/N

Pain. It clawed and ploughed my soul. My heart blazed  with woe. And my body, shuddered with excruciation transversing through my nerves and veins.

Tears poured down through my cheeks and made its destiny to my chin. A sharp distress lingered watching my Jungkook and Ian , bounded by flesh. That was unworldly veiled with pain and fear.

" They are conjoined twins?" My whispers came as a shiver through my voice.

" Thats what I perceived from the photo. " Jimin nodded. " There was... a small gap between their clothes. "His voice was low. "where their arms met. It wasn’t just a coincidence. Their skin,no, their flesh,it looked fused..It was doubtful thats why. I insisted you we need to watch the video. "

" How… how did they even get torn apart from the fused flesh?"  horror clawed to my chest. "Was it an accident?" My throat tightened. "Or… did someone ..did someone tear them apart on purpose?" My eyes brimmed with tears. "God, Jimin… was it because they wanted to slice Ian out? Like he was the part they didn’t want?"

I gasped .

The realization gnawed at my chest. "Is that what they did? Just… cut him away like he was nothing? Like he didn’t belong to Jungkook's flesh at all?"My breath trembled and I clutched my chest, the image of Jungkook and Ian’s arms fused.

" May be we can find some leads through these cassettes?" He gave me a glance.

" I will get them " I took a step back and turned my heels to move abruptly towards the basement.

I inclined down and gathered Ian and Jungkook 's birthday casettes randomly. And then at a stroke, my eyes landed on the CD's, footage from my house which was dated back to ten years. " 16 August,2014" I murmured gazing at it.

You found out what happened that night right? Go. Now go and find out what happened before the night.

Freya's voice struck my head.

I gathered it too to my hand.

I turned around and sprinted to the other room.

Jimin countenance jotted with astonishment. His eyes were fixed  to the screen. The moment I reached the room, my ears pierced with howls and yowls that were blaring through the speaker.

I perceived that Jimin was watching the footage of the massacre night. I let out a sigh and clutched to the cassettes.

" Jimin, how did you get the password of this PC?" I shot up the question instantly to divert him from the video. Or may be myself.

" I hacked it " he shrugged his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes.

" You watched this?" Jimin's voice trembled as he resumed to play the footage.

" Yes ." My voice came out as a whisper coupled with a shudder.

" Fucking shit. How could he just make his brother to slit his father's throat just like that. " He took a gulp down watching the scene unravelled.

A sudden crack of bone blared through the speaker. Jimin flinched. Probably witnessing the scene of Jungkook 's mother's throat being crushed by his boots. " Oh my .." He gasped and clapped his hands to his mouth.

" It tore me apart, when I found out this footage." Unshed tear swayed at my eyelids. " I felt betrayed, Jimin… completely and utterly betrayed. And yet, I can’t believe I still love him. Even when my mind screams that he is the one who killed my mom, my heart refuses to let go. It’s twisted, I know. But there’s this bizzare,painful warmth inside me… like being in love with him still feels right." Jimin's eyes mellowed at me " even if everything about it is wrong. Like a part of me is convinced that underneath all the darkness, there is a version of him who was mine… who still is."

" You watched how he killed your mother?" He pulled the cursor to restart the video.

" Yes. " I nodded. " Ah. Jimin, you dont wanna watch that. He literally slices off her head." A painful sting pierced my heart as the words slipped of my mouth.

"And he was preserving it for ten fucking years!" Jimin eyes widened.

I nodded again. " Why would he do this to his parents and to your mother ,Y/N?"

" What Jake said was…" I swallowed hard."He told me that my JungkooK...my Jungkook was so possessive over me… so consumed by the thought of being apart from me… that he killed his parents and my mom. Because they kept me away from him for just a few days."

I paused, as i felt a barrier stuck to my throat.

" Jake said… my mom tried to protect me. She knew something wasn’t right. She tried to take me away, but he.." Tears blurred my vision "He killed her."

I looked down at my hands that was wrapped in bandages, recalling the blood of my mother,  tainted to my tiny hands in the video.

" And his parents… they were against him. They didn’t want him near me. They thought he was getting too attached. Too obsessed. So he… he killed them too."

Jimin’s brows shot up, his whole face contorted with disbelief and horror. "Is that what Jake said?"he asked, his voice low and stunned, almost like he didn’t want to believe it either.

I nodded.

" Ian and Jungkook are conjoined twins and they are separated now, who did that to them?" His lips curled inside sinking into the thoughts. " The other Jungkook was their brother. His parents named their second child as Jungkook to replace our Jungkook right?".

I nodded again.

" What have you got?" He eyed to the CD's and casettes dawdled at my hands.

" These. I think from these we can grasp what happened to Ian and Jungkook." I spread the cassettes on the table followed by the CD's. " May be the answers are right here "

He grabbed one cassette at random,the label scribbled messily read Ian and Jungkook, eleven and quickly ejected the previous tape from the VCR. Without hesitation, he slid the new one in, the player let out a soft whir as it pulled in the cassette.

Before he proceeded to play the video something struck my head. " Jimin, wait " he snapped his head to me." Ian said that Jungkook tried to kill him when they were twelve. I mean .. thats what Jake might have made Ian to speak to me. "

" Why would Jungkook try to kill Ian?" His brows furrowed.

" Because Jungkook thought Ian was a burden to him. Which I refuse to believe. Because Jake is just scumbag who would spit out only shits and lies from his mouth." I picked the cassette labelled 'Ian and Jungkook twelve'. " Play this "

He grasped it and ejected the casette eleven and then plunged in the cassette labelled ' twelve'.

He clicked on the play icon. The video buffered and then played.

' eomma, please ' . Jungkook's little lips pouted out as he pleaded and concurrently he intertwined his fingers with Ian's.

The video frame flickered slightly before settling into focus,revealing a dimly lit room with peeling walls and a sagging ceiling. A few half-deflated balloons clung weakly to the corners. The colour of the balloons were faded. On the small, wood splintered table stood a tiny piece of cake, barely enough for one person, which lingered for only a celebration. The frosting was smeared, the edges crumbled. No candles, no music. Just silence, and the hollow attempt of a celebration that should’ve been full of joy. It looked more like a memorial than a birthday. The kind of scene that broke my heart without saying a word. 

"Kookie ,no. Thats not happening. That little girl cant join us."  The pleasant female voice spoke while the camera angle was shifting and shaking.

" Eomma. Kookie likes her. It would be great if she join us. Kookie would be happy " Ian giggled.The camera angle focused.

My heart melted into a puddle witnessing the two mirrored smile on the innocent face of Ian and Jungkook.

Ian and Jungkook stood side by side in their video. Their small frames were wrapped in clothes that were meant to be new,but already thin, creased, and the size too big, like they had been passed down from someone else. Like they were borrowed from someone else. Their little hands were concealed due to the oversized shirts. Yet Jungkook rolled them back to hold Ian's hand. And on Ian's shoulder the collar of shirt was slidding down but Jungkook didnt stop setting them in place.

On their heads, tilted slightly, seated torn birthday hats that were creased at the edges .one was barely holding on by the elastic string under Jungkook’s chin. Their faces tried to hold smiles, but the sadness in their eyes betrayed the tranquility in the room.

" Honey, we cant. You know we are here in this cabin.  That little girl cant join us. " The soft voice spoke in again.

" Eomma, she can play with our brother Jungkook but not with us? Eomma, why does he have the same name as me." Jungkook's voice shifted in a disappointment. " And why is he even not joining us. Why are we celebrating all our birthday in this place. Its cold and dark . Eomma.  Please.."

"Kookie, stop calling me , eomma. "The female voice trembled.

" Why? You love us. You feed us. You dont hurt us like the other eomma with appa does. So you are our eomma." Ian stated as he gently moved. Probably his leg might be hurting.

" Bun keep your leg on me. Keep your foot on mine "  Ian gave him a gentle smile and placed his foot on his. " There better now." Jungkook bounced back a smile to him.

" Y/N I dont think, Jungkook might have hurt Ian?" Jimin spoke and sniffled.

I nodded as tears were slipping down my eyes witnessing the heart wrenching scene on the screen.

" Eomma please. I want her to join us. " Jungkook insisted again.

" Kookie ." A female figure appeared into the frame wearing an old shirt and skirt and knelt beside Jungkook." Y/N is just four years old. How can we even bring her to this cabin. And her parents wont allow that."  My breath caught at my throat as she called out my name ." That must be the maid Ian mentioned about." I mumbled.

She gently curled her fingers to his cheek. My eyes widen gently as I got the glimpse of my wedding ring at her finger.

" Thats the ring Jungkook slipped onto my finger at our wedding. It belong to this lady?" My heart pounded.

Do you like it? You want it? My mind spiralled to the ring on the elegant finger. The same elegant hand I witnessed just now on the screen.

She likes pancakes with strawberry jam.

And honey.

I gazed down at my trembling hands. Gradually I shut my eyes tight and tried to summon the voice, the moment, the innocence I remembered so vividly. And then, like a whisper from the past, it came. It shoved to my eyes. That face. That sweet, pure expression, eyes wide with sincerity, lips curled in that soft smile that always melted something inside me.

A quiet gasp slipped from me.

It was him. My Jungkook.

Not the other one. Not the boy I tried so hard to embrace my memories. No,this one, this memory,belonged to my Jungkook.

I let out a weak, broken chuckle, the corners of my lips twitching despite the ache in my chest. That moment  had always been his. Somehow, in all the pandemonium and perplexity, my heart had never let go of the truth. That memory wasn’t shared or misplaced. It was ours. Mine and his.

"Eomma, when I grow up… if I marry her, I can bring her here, right?” Jungkook asked, his small voice trembling with sincerity, but spoken with a kind of firmness only a child could let out when clinging to something that means everything to him. His eyes were wide, gleaming with hope that was pure, unfiltered, childlike hope that somehow love could make things better, that maybe this could be the answer.

I stood there, paralysed. The words hit me like a wave,  raw, and heartbreakingly innocent. That little boy didn’t know anything about the cruelty of the world. All he knew was me. And that if he loved me enough so that he could make a place for me beside him. I nearly melted into a puddle and my heart weighed down on something so simple and yet so fucking powerful.

" Asshole, was planning to marry me when I was just four years old " i let out a chuckle at his innocence that clung to him when he was just twelve.

" Kookie , me, little flower and Eomma.." Ian giggled again. " We can be a family together." He squealed.

She gave them a gentle and knowing smile. “Kookie, this isn’t the right age to be talking about marriage,” she said softly, her voice dipped with warmth. She reached out and ruffled his hair with affection, her fingers lingered for a moment like she was trying to smooth away the weight of his innocent seriousness.

" Alright, shall we cut the cake now?" she said with a soft smile, and clapped her hands gently as if trying to brush off the previous moment.

She grasped the knife and gently placed ian's and Jungkook hand over it which was fused together by their innocent flesh. And she sang ." Happy birthday...."

" You didnt get rid of this thing yet?" A treacherous and familiar voice sliced in.

She instantly dropped the knife on the table and wrapped her two arms around  Ian and Jungkook to shove them behind her. Her face jotted with fear and fright by the voice. Her eyes shifted to the corner of the camera. " What do you want now?"

" What we want?" A familiar female voice spoke again.

" Do you have any idea what those two filthy little things did at my husband's promotion party?" the woman's voice shrieked, and sliced through the air like a blade.

" What? What do you mean?" She held Ian and Jungkook close to her like they would disappear any minute.

" Those two little shits barged into my promotion party and aired our dirty laundry to everyone,screaming that we abandoned them because of that crippled thing fused to that disgusting brat!" The man roared behind the camera . "I told you,I fucking told you to get rid of that cursed deformity stuck to Jungkook! But no, you didn’t listen. You ran off like a coward, dragging those freaks out of the basement. And we had to find another damn child to fill the spot Jungkook left behind. I said kill that crippled curse and cut off that filthy mistake. But you chose them over everything!" His voice sheathed in complete detest.

She instantly turned to Ian and Jungkook for confirmation of what the man just spat out. "I am sorry, eomma." His soft voice trembled.

" Its ok baby. I wont let them hurt you." She stroke his hair gently.

"And since they had the audacity,the fucking audacity to expose everything to the world,” the woman snarled as she shoved her face into the screen, "we have made the decision. We are going to get rid of that cursed thing and the disgusting brat that came with it. The have  outlived their use." Her lips curled with cruel satisfaction as she spat out the words. "It doesn’t matter. We already have the other child, Jungkook. We don’t need this one anymore.”

My breath caught at my throat . My pulse thundered.

And then her face lit up on the screen. My eyes widened, my heart plummeted down to my chest.

It was Jungkook’s mother, whom Jungkook killed by stepping his boots on her throat.

" Dont you fucking dare to touch my children." The woman who embraced Ian and Jungkook snarled at them.

" Your children?" Jungkook's mother scoffed. "Yeobo, did you hear that? Its her children?"

"You were nothing more than a goddamn carrier,a fucking vessel to drag those two cursed abominations into this world!" the man seethed, and stepped into the frame.  I let out a shaking gasp as my eyes perceived that it was Jungkook's father.

"That’s all you ever were. You didn’t create life ,you unleashed filth. You let that crippled monstrosity stay attached to the other one like some grotesque parasite, and now look what they have fucking done! They humiliated us,me,in front of everyone, like we were the villains. Like we didn’t try to fix the mess you created."

He stepped closer to the woman. His eyes were concealed in rage.

"I told you to cut that thing off him,to kill it before it ruined everything. But no, you ran. You took those freaks and ran. And now you want me to live with that shame? You think we ever needed them? We have a perfect child, Jungkook. Clean. Untouched. Not fused with that cursed flesh. But you, you threw it all away for them." His voice and words were sharp. It wrenched my heart.

"please dont talk about that in front of them. They are just little kids. They dont know it yet.," the woman held them closer to her. "Eomma, what is appa saying?" Ian's innocent voice wobbled. "Thats nothing sweetheart." She turned to them and planted soft kiss on Jungkook's forehead and then on Ian's "go to your room. "

"Oh , they are not going anywhere " Jungkook's mother blocked the way ,not allowing them to move further.

“You should have ended them in that basement. Just like I said."Jungkook 's father grasped the knife from the table which was tossed by the woman in anguish of presence of Jungkook 's mother and father.

" No, no,don’t. Please…"Her words fragmented as she stumbled forward, tears spilled down uncontrollably. “I am begging you, Mr. Jeon. Please, let my sons go…”

She sunk to her knees in front of him and shielded Ian and Jungkook behind her trembling frame like a protective wall. Her hands reached out in desperation, but they shook too violently to grasp anything.

"They didn’t ask to be born this way… It’s not their fault. They are just children,my children."Her voice broke into a sob as she turned, gently pushing Ian and Jungkook behind her with the last ounce of her strength. "Please… I will do anything. Just don’t hurt them. Don’t punish them for something they had no control over. "

Her body shuddered as she threw her arms out like a human shield,  and her eyes were wide with fear and pleading. "They are not monsters… They are my boys. Innocent boys who just want to be loved. You don’t have to do this…”

Her words sliced my heart into slices.
"Please… don’t take them from me."she sobbed. " Please I will do anything. Anything to keep them alive "

" Anything?" Jungkook's mother mocked at her.

" Alright kill that crippled thing and the other brat can live. "Jungkook's father flipped the knife in his hand.
" No, not happening. " The woman screeched. " I wont hurt my sons."
" Yeobo, take her out. "Jungkook's father stepped further forward while Jungkook's mother clutched the woman's hair in a beat and dragged her from Ian and Jungkook. Meanwhile Jungkook clasped the woman's arm."eomma, please dont leave us. Please.. "
" Please! I’m begging you,please, let my sons go!” the woman cried out, her voice raw and broken as she fought against Jungkook's mother's grip that yanked her backward. She twisted a fistful of her hair, and wrenched her head back with cruel force. The woman cried out in pain but refused to stop struggling.

"Stop screaming, or I will  kill her right here!" Jungkook’s father thundered, his voice reverberated like a violent storm through the room.

Ian and Jungkook stood paralysed, their small bodies trembled like fragile and dried leaves in a hurricane. Tears streamed down their faces, but they didn’t dare to move. Fear consumed their breath.

"Don’t hurt Eomma… please,"Jungkook whimpered, his hands clenched into shaking fists at his sides, eyes were wide with terror. His voice shuddered, tiny and fragile in the suffocating tension."I will do whatever you say. Just don’t hurt her…"

Ian took a shuddering breath, his knees teetered beneath the moment. " Appa… please,"he pleaded, his voice was so innocent it could break any soul. "I know you don’t want me… and I don’t care what you do to me. I will just die, appa. But please, let Eomma and Kookie go. They didn’t do anything…"

The words spilled from his mouth like a scythe directed to my heart. His body trembled, his eyes begged for mercy his heart knew might never come.

Tears streamed down my eyes. " Ian." I Whimpered.
" Thats enough!" Jungkook's father roared and flung his leg right at the woman's abdomen. She crash landed to the floor despite the iron grip of Jungkook's mother lingered on her hair.
" Eomma!" Jungkook cried out.
"Stop calling her eomma. You filthy shits." Jungkook's mother hoisted her leg seated in a stilettos heel and planted on her throat.
I gasped loud.
"Stay still. It will be over soon. Or your Eomma dies." Jungkook's father flipped the knife again. While, their mother was crushing the stilletos heel on the woman's throat. She choked and writhed. " Please dont hurt my sons. Please. " The woman cried out as her hands wrestled trying to reach them which went futile.
Ian and Jungkook mirrored each other’s gaze, their wide, tear brimmed eyes flickered back and forth between their parents. Their lips parted slightly,  struggling to draw in breaths between gasps of fear and pain. The room around them might have felt heavy, thick with violence and dread, yet they seemed to exist in their own fragile world of silent understanding.

Jungkook looked at Ian,his mirror, his twin, his other half and gave a tiny, brave nod. Ian, though he was trembling, nodded back, a subtle signal that only they could understand.
Then Jungkook turned toward the woman, his small voice spoke with heaviness inside his little heart.
"Eomma… it’s okay," he whispered, as tears slipped silently down his face. "We can take the pain. So you don’t have to suffer…"
" Eomma… don’t look. It’s okay," Ian  said, his voice broke in mid sentence, but still tried to be strong ,for her.
My hand clapped to my mouth . My body shook with muffled sobs. Warm tears grazed down my cheeks. My shuddering fingers slowly reached out the screeen, and ached to touch them. But all my fingers could feel was the screen.
"Good boys!” Jungkook’s father let out a cruel guffaw, the sound resonated like something guttural and inhuman. With a sharp motion, he slashed the knife through Jungkook’s shirt, and ripped the fabric clean off his small frame. He did the same to Ian, leaving both boys standing there, exposed, vulnerable, their fragile bodies trembled under the weight of fear and humiliation. He ripped off the birthday hats from their heads. Both flinched.
"Well, the fused flesh needs to be sliced off properly,” he snarled, his gaze fixed on the point where their arms were joined. His eyes flicked to the discarded shirts and he let out a mocking laugh. "Who the hell gave you these oversized rags? A donation? Looks like they have been worn and wrinkled by someone else,what a joke. Or did your eommma spread legs for some men to get you these oversized shirts?" He let out another laugh. Jungkook fists shuddered. Probably by wrath.
His words dripped with venom, but Ian and Jungkook didn’t move. They just stood there,silent, terrified, holding on to each other like it was the only thing left in the world.
" Hold her. Unnaa. " Jungkook's father set the sharp wedge of the knife at their fused flesh at theri arms.
" No no.  Please . Dont do it. They cant take it. It would hurt them please " the woman restrained while Jungkook's mother's pointed heel was crushing her throat gently. " Stay still or the knife goes straight through their throats."
" Y/N. Can you look for any more leads in the basement?" Jimin spoke out of nowhere, precisely to send me off and stop me from watching this.
" Jimin, I have to watch this." I pressed my fingers on his shoulders.
He let out a trembling sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
" Keep looking at your Eomma," Jungkook's father snarled, his voice sharp and cruel as he pressed the blade against the fragile seam of their fused arms.
Ian let out a blood-curdling scream, his small body convulsing. "Eomma!!!" he shrieked, the agony in his voice pierced through the thick, suffocating air.
Jungkook's hand shot out instinctively, wrapping tightly around Ian’s. He laced their trembling fingers together, clutching them as if that alone could keep them from being torn apart. "Eomma, it’s okay…" he choked through his own sobs, but his voice ruptured, quivered as the knife sliced deeper on their fused flesh.

Blood spilled in terrifying streaks, tainted their skin, soaking the floor. Some of it splattered directly onto the camera lens, a crimson blur that distorted the frame ,yet nothing could blur the horror of the moment.
"No! No, please,don’t hurt my sons! Please, I am begging you, don’t separate them! They only have each other!" the woman wailed, her voice raw, shattered, helpless. She struggled to reach them, but Jungkook’s mother forced her down, grinding her heel into the woman’s throat, and pinned her to the floor like she was nothing.
" Eomma! Eomma, it hurts!" Ian sobbed, his body writhed as pain overtook him. The blade dragged on, deeper, mercilessly. And the moment the knife sliced off the last clinging fused flesh, Ian stumbled back to trip and fall. Jungkook instantly clutched his arm around his body and held him close.
Jungkook leaned into him, forehead against Ian’s temple, his lips trembled. "We will be okay," he whispered, though he didn’t believe it. His voice was just a lifeline amd a comfort in the dark to Ian. A lie enclosed in love.
My knees gave away. I immersed them to the floor and sobbed loud. My chest heaved with each heavy breaths. My throat strangled by the sight of two innocent soul being mutilated. Loved, ruputred and broken before my eyes.
" Y/N..." Jimin spoke softly.
" How could they do this to their own children…" I choked, the words barely escaped as I buried my face in my trembling palms. My shoulders shook violently as the sobs ripped through me, unstoppable. "Was it a fucking curse to be born… different? To be born crippled?" My voice ruputred, each word was sharper.
I looked up at Jimin, my eyes swollen and tainted with crimson   "They are  not a curse, Jimin… they are a fucking blessing." My voice wobbled  with anguish. "They were born into a world that never gave them a choice, never gave them love. But they were still so gentle. So innocent. So beautiful. And yet.." I paused, trying to breathe through the dismay.
"they just… sliced through their flesh like it was nothing. Like they weren’t human. Like they weren’t their own sons." I punched my fist into my thigh as my nails dug into my skin. "How could someone be that cruel? How could they not feel even a shred of mercy? That was their own blood,their children."
The silence that followed was brutal. Only the soft whir of the paused tape filled the room as my heart bled out in front of him for my Jungkook and Ian.
Jimin didn’t say anything at first. He stood beside me in silence, his jaw clenched tight, the horror still was flashing behind his eyes. But when he saw my fists trembling, my face contorted with grief, and the way my body curled in on itself like I was trying to disappear from the pain, He knelt in front of me slowly, gently peeled out my hand away from my face. His touch was warm.
"Y/N…"he whispered. "You don’t have to carry this alone.
"I can’t get it out of my head, Jimin. The way they screamed for her. The way he..he just" I broke again, shoulders shook.
Jimin pulled me into his arms and held me tight against his chest. No explanations. No false hope. Just quiet strength.
" They deserved the world,"I sobbed into his shoulder. "And they got hell."

" I know,"he whispered, stroking my back slowly. "But you… you see them. You love them. That’s more than anyone else ever gave them. And maybe that’s what they have been holding on for, all this time. May be thats what Ian was holding upon. "

I nodded weakly against him, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me alive from the heartbreak.
Jimin held me closer. "We are going to find the truth, Y/N. And we are going to make sure ..." All of a sudden his words fragmented ." Y/N.wait. " he pulled back and stood up in a rush. He turned his heels and ran like a thunderstorm and reached the basement.
" Jimin." I called him out as he ran like some lightning struck his nerves.
I followed him, abruptly moving my feet. I reached the basement and he was nowhere to be found inside the basement. " Jimin." I called out for him again.
A tiny whispering waved in. I followed the whisper it lead me upstairs into the room. My eyes fell on Jimin, he was whispering something fixing his eyes at the wall, that was beside the wall where the scribbling carved. " Jimin what is it.?" I reached him. He resumed his whispering glueing his eyes at the wall. My eyes followed his gaze. I let out a soft gasp when my eyes landed on more scribbles etched into the wall,this time, not like the messy scrawls of a child. The handwriting was neat, precise, and unmistakably that of an adult. The Korean characters were carved with such control, it almost looked like they were penned on paper, not scratched.
" Jimin, tell me what is it?" I asked him softly as I perceived he was reading the scribbles.
The more he read, the more his eyes welled up. His breaths turned shallow and uneven as he kept going. His body began to tremble, visibly shaking with every word his eyes absorbed and perceived.
“Jimin, you are scaring the shit out of me!” I shouted my voice ruptured.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even blink. He just kept reading, like something dark and unholy evil had possessed him. Tears streamed silently down his face, trailed the lines of a pain I couldn’t yet understand.
" Jimin, tell me what the fuck are you whispering at?" I bellowed.
He turned his eyes to me. It was tainted crimson.
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