Vengeance

"Y-you're bleeding-" I stuttered, reaching out for Jimin, but he roughly yanked his arm out of my grip, causing my chest to swell in pain. Why is he so upset...? I know he's worried about my sudden absence, but I did assure him of my well-being.

"It's just a scratch," Jimin gritted in a low tone. His eyes were burning in anger. And before I could respond- he suddenly stomped out of the mansion. He's really mad at me? I don't un-understand... I-I was trying t-to... Why the sudden outburst?

"Jimin-"

"Give him time, trust me," Taehyung sighed, grabbing onto my arm when I tried to chase after Jimin. So I darted Taehyung a beaten look. Sighing, Taehyung averted his eyes to the car beam leaving the mansion. I'm such a terrible person... even Jimin is done with me.

"Omo, what happened?! Who's hurt?" Imo came rushing into the living room with her eyes wide open. She stared at the mess on the floor before eyeing us in confusion. But neither of us responded to her concern. We stood quietly staring at her anxious expression.

"Sora, you're hurt-"

"I'm fine, just a scratch," I whispered, pulling my arm from IMO... numbly striding off. Jimin has never been this upset with me. I don't know how to deal with it. What do I do? I'm so lost. Sulking, I went to my room, undressed, and took a long bath. My wounds stung upon contact with the water, but the pain throbbing in my chest was even more painful. Despite the warm bath and soothing smell of the shower gel- I felt cold and stuffy inside. I always acted tough, but I'm actually so close to breaking into pieces. Even Jimin turned his back on me. So soon enough, I'll be alone again. The thought frustrated me so much, I slid under the water to drown my thoughts. The muteness underwater made me feel a bit at peace, but it didn't last. Flashes of traumatizing memories kept replaying in my head... screams... blood... gunshots...

"I'm going crazy!" I heavily gasped for air, forcing myself out of the water in frustration. Gulping, I quickly stood up to dry my body before pulling on my clothes.

"You're my safety pin Park Jimin. Without you, I'm lost," I whispered while clutching onto my bedsheets. I've been acting recklessly because he kept spoiling me with his patience- thinking he'll always tolerate whatever I did but no. I pushed him to his limits. It's my fault, it has always been my fault.

Knock Knock.

Oh, is he back?! I need to apologize to him- I immediately rushed over to the door and yanked it open, but my heart sank the moment I saw who it was. I can't even look into her eyes without feeling hurt anymore.

"Sora-"

"I'm tired. Please leave," I whispered, dryly staring at my mother's crystal eyes. Those eyes used to be filled with love and affection... now it's all gone. It's just empty and blank... devoid of emotions.

"I know you're upset, but this can't go on-"

"You guys started it. Don't drag me into your mess," I scoffed sarcastically. She tried to grab my hand, so I took a step back. Just then, Taehyung's door opened, and he came striding out in his robe but abruptly stopped when he saw us.

"Your father won't sit still. Don't pressure him," Eomma warned, briefly glancing at Taehyung before turning back to me.

"Is this a threat? What can you do? Kill me? You can't-"

"JANG SORA!" Eomma suddenly snapped, seizing my wounded arm, causing me to wince in pain.

"Let me go!" I cried, attempting to pull my arms away, but eomma only tightened her grip around the surging pain. Why is she doing this to me!?

"How long do you think you can avoid us!? We wanted to give you some time- but if you keep exploiting our-"

"You're hurting her," Taehyung muttered, tugging eomma's arm away from mine as tears filled my eyes. I can't believe she did that. She doesn't even care about the pain I'm in!

"This is none of your-"

"I am also a supreme alpha, your central pillar. What happens to a house without it? I'm sure you know the answer. Anyways, you shouldn't force her- she'll resist," Taehyung spoke in a calm voice as he tugged me behind him with a dull expression.

"I always thought you were a ruthless boy- which is a good trait, by the way. It makes you possessive of what you own. That's the reason why I agreed to the request- thinking you'd claim what you have, but no... you let that boy take it all away. Now, we're all at risk," Eomma sneered, averting her eyes to me before turning back to Taehyung with a disappointed look. What is she talking about? What request? Taehyung seemed conflicted when she mentioned the request but maintained his stern expression.

"I might be possessive, but I can't take what's not meant to be mine, not by force. If I attempt to take it, we'll both end up losing it," Taehyung smirked, tilting his head at my mother, so she darted him an irritated look. It...? What...? Why am I always the clueless one?

"Sooner or later, it'll happen nevertheless because it's the only ultimate solution. The longer you wait, the more complicated it'll get. You got the title, so fulfill your duty-"

"It's getting late. Why don't you get some rest? You have an early trip tomorrow. We're pretty exhausted too, good night," Taehyung suddenly pulled me away before my mother could finish her sentence. Baffled, I followed him into his room.

"You didn't clean your wound," Taehyung sighed, avoiding my eyes and disappeared into his bathroom. He's guilty... but why...?

"What was she talking about?" I questioned, carefully observing him when he returned with a first aid kit. Instead of answering me, he kept himself busy by going through his drawers. I didn't want to push him just yet, so I sat in silence to wait for his explanation.

"Let me clean it," Taehyung sat down beside me, gently grabbing my arms, but I pulled it away.

"You heard my question," I said shortly, trying to catch his eyes, but he kept glancing away. He's hiding something from me. He's been hiding a lot of things. Hell, everyone's always hiding things from me- it's annoying. Why can't they trust me?- Sora... you're always the one causing trouble. Of course, they'll refuse to tell you!

"You're so stubborn," Taehyung sighed, finally locking his dull eyes with mine.

"I wouldn't be as stubborn if you didn't lie to me," I stared at him with a straight face. It took me a while... but I'm putting together my puzzle pieces... and I realized something.

"What are you talking about-"

"You knew me," I scoffed, folding my arms in disbelief, causing the wounds to burn in discomfort, but I held it in. The visions I had... and the bizarre memories... it's my missing memories.

"Don't fold your arms," Taehyung sighed, gently tugging my arm towards him. He dabbed the disinfectant wipes on my wound, causing a sharp sting to surge through my arm, so I clenched my fist tightly to counter the pain.

"When I asked you if we've met before inside a closet, you denied it," I pressed while eyeing Taehyung suspiciously. I kept on having visions back in Busan... it wasn't visions... it's my lost memories. But why did I lose those memories? Was I too young? Taehyung suddenly frowned at me before letting out a huge sigh.

"What makes you think I lied?" Taehyung asked, looking up at me with a neutral expression while applying the healing cream to my arms.

"Because I remember drowning with Jungkook and I always saw an older boy near him. You, to be exact. Like that afternoon at grandma's house, you were there. You got out of the car with Jungkook, it was you. So, I'm sure we've hidden inside a closet too. What happened exactly?" I questioned while staring right at him without blinking. Taehyung was taken aback by my confrontation, so he stared at me in silence. He's thinking... Will he deny it-

"Fine. I'll explain, but tell me- When did you begin to have those visions? Was it when you were at the hotel's garden?" Taehyung sighed, ripping open the bandage package.

"I only had a couple, but yeah. The rooftop was the first vision I had in Busan," I nodded, glancing at my wound as Taehyung carefully placed the bandages on it.

"Our parents are really close, so they often meet each other. But I didn't know you were an alpha. I thought Jungkook's father and your father were just friends because Jungkook's father would visit Busan often. My parents didn't want me spending my time alone- so they made me tag along with Jungkook wherever he went. I did see you during each visit, and Jungkook's dad didn't visit you guys for years, so I don't even remember you. Until you showed up. I couldn't recognize you at first- You were- hah," Taehyung suddenly laughed mid-sentence but abruptly stopped when he caught me glaring. Why do I feel like he's mocking me...?

"I was what? Finish-"

"You were chubby. Like a piglet, always munching on food... so to see you all grown up was unexpected. You grew up well," Taehyung smiled at me. It was a genuine smile. Omo... Why did he expose me-

"Are you saying I'm fat? Aish, you were that depressed-looking-"

"Why are you suddenly upset? At least puberty saved you. It's a compliment," Taehyung chuckled while staring at me in disbelief. He's offended by my reaction.

"Keep talking," I huffed in annoyance.

"That's it. About the vision in the closet, it never happened. I don't know why you had it. I denied it because it really never happened. If you asked me if we've met before, I would've told you the truth, but you asked me about an event that never took place," Taehyung shrugged, lightly patting the bandages. And we fell silent again. I sat staring at him doubtfully... Sora... maybe he's right. He never lied to you... you never asked him- but I'm not so sure though. How do I know for sure... if he's telling the truth when all he's been doing is keeping things from me?

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," I finally apologized.

"Jungkook and you fought a lot as a kid-"

"Wait," I sat frozen in my seat when something struck me hard in the head. If we've met that often as a kid... then... then... wae...?

"Why don't Jungkook and I remember anything...? He didn't recognize me, and I didn't recognize him," I whispered, slowly averting my eyes to Taehyung, whose face turned oddly pale. Why do I only remember a snippet of the memories...? What happened to our memories? Why is Taehyung the only one with the memories???

"Jungkook wounded his head in an accident when he was five and lost his early memories. I don't know about you. Did you get hurt?" Taehyung gulped at me. I don't remember getting fatally injured... I was always healthy and safe... but those visions-

"What accident? Did he drown-"

"Young Master," Someone interrupted us before I could finish my sentence. I paused when I heard a faint knocking on the door. Taehyung quickly got onto his feet and opened the door.

"Your parents want you in their workroom for a moment," A maid informed, bowing slightly at Taehyung.

"I'll be there," Taehyung said shortly.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you later," Taehyung turned to smile at me before walking off in a hurry.

"Have you seen Jungkook?" I asked, turning to the maid. I haven't seen him around the mansion ever since I got here.

"Oh, he said he's going on a trip with Ms. Kang. He's been away for a couple of days," The maid replied, slightly bowing at me, so I nodded and walked back into the living room. Should I call Jimin? Or should I just find him?... I'm worried-

"Oh?" I whispered when a beam of lights suddenly passed the mansion. It's Jungkook's car. I quickly rushed into the parking lot.

"Did Jimin- What's wrong with him?" I mumbled in confusion when Jungkook angrily stomped past me and into the mansion.

"Yah. What's with the attitude?! Did you fight with Minah-" I asked, following him back inside, but he kept on marching away from me. Aish... What a jerk.

"WHAT?!" Jungkook grimaced when I pulled his arm. I was taken aback by the sudden blast, so I stood staring at him with my mouth hanging open. Why is he so upset...? Why is he lashing out at me!? He glanced at my bandaged arms and then fired me an intense glare.

"Did you have to yell? Why are you so worked up?!" I snapped at him in irritation.

"Worked up? Figure it out yourself!" Jungkook scoffed, slamming the door to his room shut, leaving me alone in the hallway. Is he releasing his anger onto me...? What did I even do? Aish.

Jimin didn't return to the mansion that night, so I stayed up all night to reflect on my actions. To be honest, if I could turn back time, I wouldn't change a thing. I had to see Yoongi, it's my decision. And Jimin's right for being upset. I'd feel the same way if he did what I did. I barely slept that night, so I ended up showing up to class on autopilot because my head was numb from being sleep-deprived. Jimin isn't here either... I should be looking for him...

"Yah! What's wrong with you?!" Minah asked, tapping my hand when I zoned out again while we were working on some chart.

"Hmm? N-nothing," I shook my head at Minah.

"I'm sure he'll come around. Guys will be guys. Don't worry- they're like puppies," Minah huffed while patting my hands with a bright grin on her face. She's weirdly happy. I thought she fought with Jungkook...?

"Is everything okay with Jungkook?" I questioned, turning to search for Jungkook, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, we're fine. Wae?" Minah asked, cluelessly doodling on the paper. Slowly, I sat up while staring at her in confusion. That doesn't make any sense, so he wasn't mad at her? They didn't fight? Then why was he so angry last night???

"Did you enjoy the trip?" I questioned and folded my arms with a suspicious look.

"Trip? What trip?" Minah briefly glanced at me before averting her attention back to her work. Huh...? The maid said Jungkook went on a trip with Minah.

"Did Jungkook and you-"

"-Ahhh! Yeah. We did plan a trip to Jeju island, but Jungkook said he's busy lately, so we postponed it. I haven't seen him for a couple of days now. He said he had to handle some paperwork for his parents," Minah nodded, staring at me sadly, causing hundreds of questions to fill my head. Why did he lie? What is he up to? He didn't even show up at the university. What is he doing?

Worked up? Figure it out yourself!

He was clearly pissed when I saw him. If he wasn't with Minah. Then where was he the entire time? And why did he suddenly dump his anger onto me... is he mad at me too? At least I made it out alive. They should be grateful. Taehyung wasn't mad at me though... Maybe he's just used to my bullshit. Sighing, I looked out the windows to find huddles of the low ranks gossiping with an intrigued look on their face. Right. Why are people gossiping again?

"Did something happen?" I asked, blankly staring at the lower ranks. Minah turned to look at the crowd of people and smiled.

"Ah. It's the anonymous alphas," Minah whispered, turning to stare at me. What?

"Huh?" I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion.

"No one told you? Apparently, a bunch of anonymous alphas, whose been hiding abroad turned up yesterday. They're revealing themselves. I don't know their names yet, but two of them are in the 5th rank, one in the 3rd rank, and one in the second rank," Minah shrugged dismissively. I bit my lower lips. New alphas... Why are they showing up? What am I missing? Shaking off the thoughts, I got up and went to the restroom. I should find Jimin. I don't wanna wait anymore- it's killing me! I need to resolve our conflict because I really don't like to fight with him.

"Oh, Yangcha!" I suddenly called out when the boy walked past me with a vacant expression plastered on his face.

"N-noona! I was blanking out- I'm sorry," Yangcha weakly smiled at me. And for some reason, I could tell he was feeling down.

"What's up? Are you sick?" I smiled, sitting down on the bench with Yangcha.

"I'm not sick, just scared," Yangcha gulped while staring at the huddles of people. He must've heard about it too...

"What is there to be afraid of?" I questioned while smiling at him.

"This society is scary. I feel very unsafe, and my parent's been worrying about me too," Yangcha sighed emptily, so I pulled him into a warm hug. He doesn't deserve this... he's too young. His household is still weak. Of course, the presence of the new alphas threatens him.

"Well, if your parents are really struggling, tell them to come and see me. I'll help you, I promise," I raised my pinky.

"Oh, jinja!? I can do that? Promise," Yangcha gasped, wrapping his pinky around mine. I want to protect his innocent soul. He's too pure for all this fucked up society.

"Of course!" I smiled while nudging him. Yangcha finally showed me his bright smile, making me feel much better.

"I'm assured to have a supreme alpha by my side. Oh, I got this at the arcade a few weeks ago- I was playing with the claw machine to try and get a huge teddy bear, but I failed. So the staff there gave it to me out of pity," Yangcha smiled, digging into his bag to pull out a small brown puppy keychain.

"Awee. It's adorable," I smiled at him while he stared at the keychain, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you like it? You can have it-"

"No, you worked hard for it. Keep it," I smiled, patting Yangcha on the shoulder.

"I'll get another one for you then! Just wait! Oh, by the way- Why don't you just come with me to the arcade tomorrow?" Yangcha brightly smiled at me.

"Unfortunately, I have plans tomorrow. Maybe some other time?" I smiled apologetically at Yangcha. If Jimin doesn't show up today, I'll look for him tomorrow. Just then, I caught a glimpse of Jungkook passing the end of the hallway. I bid Yangcha goodbye and quickly got onto my feet. I chased Jungkook down a few flights of stairs and through the hallways.

"YAH!" I panted heavily, coming to a halt when he stopped at his locker. Jungkook briefly glanced at me but didn't say anything as he unlocked his locker. He pulled out a familiar-looking black box and shoved it into his backpack.

"What are you up to?! You lied about being- Stop it! Answer me!" I hastily grabbed his arm when he tried to walk away.

"Let go," He spoke in a bitter tone while staring at the wall to our right. Why is he suddenly so reserved...? What exactly is wrong with this dumbass?

"You lied about going on a trip with Minah! Where have you-"

"It's none of your business," Jungkook huffed shortly.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU MAD AT ME!? WHY'S JIMIN MAD AT ME!? WAE! I'M ALWAYS LIKE THIS, SO WHY ARE YOU ALL-"

"YOU HAVE NO CLUE, DO YOU?!" Jungkook suddenly yelled in rage, causing my heart to skip in panic.

"OH! I'M CLUELESS! SO TELL ME!" I snapped angrily as my blood boiled in anger. Why do they always expect me to understand things!?

"HALF OF THE GODDAMN LOWER RANKS SIDED WITH MIN YOONGI- WHILE THE OTHER QUATER SIDED WITH KIM SEOKJIN. WHY? BECAUSE OF YOU! OUT OF ALL PLACES- YOU WENT TO SEE HIM. DO YOU REALIZE HE'S FOOLING YOU?!" Jungkook roared at the top of his lungs. W-what...?

"Yoongi's not bad- It's his parents-"

"But what can he do?! Nothing. In the end, he'll lose to his parents! They'll use him to disable you. Every single person is targeting you right now! We're all at risk, especially Jimin! He spent days and nights keeping his household stable while you sneak off to meet the reason for his downfall! Why do you think he's upset?! You never listen! Now look at the disorder you've created! THEY'RE ALL JOINING FORCES TO TAKE YOU DOWN- WHICH MEANS TAEHYUNG, JIMIN, AND I ARE ALSO IN DANGER!" Jungkook snapped angrily with his fist clenched. I stood in shock until I felt a hot lump in my throat. W-what did I do...? Is it true? No... this can't be.

"Yoongi's not bad. And why am I always the blame?" I managed to whisper, causing Jungkook to stiffen in disbelief.

"Don't come crying when it hits you," Jungkook coldly spat in disappointment and marched off. Warm tears filled my eyes as soon as Jungkook disappeared, so I slowly slid down against the lockers and sobbed in distress. Why's my life like this? I want to be happy, so why am I always the reason for all the tragedies? I'm in pain... I want a peaceful life as much as everyone else, so why am I always the blame?! Is it wrong to desire happiness?

It's because you're weak... a small yet crooked voice echoed inside my head. I'm not- Yes you are. You pretend to be tough, but they can see your weakness. You're vulnerable... they'll never stop attacking until you fall... they'll keep on clawing because your weakness is their hope. Then what should I do...?- Get rid of your weakness. Show them you no longer have a weakness. H-how...? I'm sure you know the answer... Sora... revive your lost memories. M-my lost memories-

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked, walking up to me with his backpack swung over his left shoulder while he carried mine on the other side.

"Nothing," I whispered, brushing away my tears as Taehyung sat down beside me. Taehyung glanced at me and eyed my puffy eyes but said nothing.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you why you're crying. I'm used to it now- you never grow up," Taehyung chuckles, turning his face away, making me smile weakly.

"I'm a threat to everyone," I muttered while staring at my hands.

"You are, but it's not because it's you. The threat is your actions. No one's nearly as crazy as you," Taehyung nodded.

"I just thought I was doing the right thing," I muttered in guilt. How can I act against my own mortality? I can't.

"That's why you're you. I used to question your actions, and it pisses me off every time, but I'm used to it now. No matter what happens, you always manage to walk out of the storm, alive. Never okay, but you're always breathing in the end. Just like how you ran through the rain of bullets," Taehyung said quietly. It's true I always make it out alive, but everyone around me ends up suffering from the consequences of my actions. I'm always sorry about it, yet I can't stop doing it.

"I'm always okay thanks to you. You saved me over and over again. You're always the one saving me from the trouble I get myself into," I whispered, turning to stare at Taehyung with my apologetic eyes. Taehyung turned to stare at me. There was something in his eyes, but he wouldn't tell me. I'm sure it's something important that he's keeping from me... for the best.

"By the way... Where did you learn to handle a gun so well?" I asked, breaking the empty atmosphere around us.

"Wae?" Taehyung asked while smiling at me.

"Teach me. I want to defend myself," I smiled at him. I need to protect myself from the other alphas. I can't always depend on my allies...

"Now you're scaring me. What if you use my skills against me?" Taehyung jokingly nudged my shoulder.

"I won't. I don't want the other alphas to see my weakness," I shook my head.

"We can't go there right now, but I'll take you sometime later," Taehyung sighed as he got onto his feet. Aish... I'm really worried about Jimin. He can't be out there when his household is on the verge of collapsing. This is exactly how he felt when I sneaked out huh? The dark and gloomy atmosphere in the university lasted until the next day. In fact, it got worse. Jimin did not show up that day either, and I was starting to feel very impatient, but Taehyung kept reassuring me of the situation. I tried contacting Jimin but realized he left his phone in my room. Should I wait for him? Or should I find him? But where? I twisted and turned restlessly on my bed. Jimin-ah... Where are you? I'm so worried about him- it's killing me but again. This is what I deserve. I'm getting a taste of my own medicine for being so careless.

Next Day

I stood staring at the groups of lower ranks below while planning to find Jimin as soon as class ended. I'll go to imo's place first. He could be there. Taehyung stood beside me while scrolling through his phone. Should I tell him I'm going to find Jimin? But he'll stop me again.

"Ah, I see you made it out alive," Seokjin chuckled, walking up to me with a sly smirk.

"What are you talking about?" I blankly asked with my eyebrows raised. I really want to punch his pretty cocky face. He thinks he's the king now with all his new followers.

"You know what I'm talking about," Seokjin smirked.

"I don't know what you're up to, but your minions don't scare me," I snarled, darting him a spiteful glare.

"The new alphas? They don't scare anyone. What makes you say that? Ahhh. That?" Seokjin responded to me with a dumbstruck expression before glancing at the huddles of people below us.

"I can't believe you're so-"

"We should go," Taehyung suddenly pulled me in a hurry.

"They aren't afraid of the new alphas. They're theorizing the tragedy," Seokjin shrugged at me. I abruptly stopped dead... slowly pulling my arm free from Taehyung's grasp in confusion. Tragedy...? Taehyung gulped at me and glanced away.

"What tragedy? Stop talking rubbish-"

"You didn't hear about it, did you? An entire alpha family was murdered in their house about an hour ago," Seokjin turned to look at me in disbelief. At first, I thought he was playing dumb, but I realized he was genuinely confused that I wasn't aware of the news.

"Sora-"

"Did you know about this?" I turned to ask Taehyung, who somewhat looked very uptight. Why didn't he tell me? The first person that came to my mind was Jimin- causing my heart to race with fear. He left the mansion-

"He's fine, don't worry," Taehyung shook his head to reassure me before I mentioned Jimin, so I exhaled in relief. Jimin knows how to protect himself... but I can't let him wander out there alone. I need to find him as soon as possible.

"I'm surprised you didn't know. What kind of a supreme alpha are you?" Seokjin laughed in disbelief.

"The poor kid didn't even last a year," Minho scoffs, appearing from behind Seokjin with Hoseok. Seokjin rudely rolled his eyes at Hoseok with a sour expression after he earned a loathing glare from his ex-friend.

"I mean, how did they let a murderer into their house? I heard the poor boy took a hard blow in the head," Mira shuddered in fear while clinging onto Minho.

"I was about to recruit him. What a pity," Seokjin huffed in disappointment.

"What's the household name again?" Mira asked Minho.

"The Jae household. They were recently announced at this year's ceremony," Minho nodded at Mira. Jae... I've heard of it before. Why does it sound so familiar...? I furrowed my eyebrows to rummage my head for answers and for some reason... I felt very anxious.

"Jae...?" I whispered, thinking hard to myself. Something doesn't feel right. Why do I feel so uncomfortable thinking of the name?

"You don't know him? It's the boy you always hung out with- Ah, yeah, the one you picked up the books-" My mind turned completely blank when it struck me. It felt as if I was hit by a truck. Jae... Yangcha. My heart suddenly sank in devastation when I realized who it was. My entire body turned cold as wave after wave of agonizing pain stabbed me. Memories of Yangcha's bubbly smiles came flooding inside my head. I felt as if I lost everything. I promised to protect him... I... promised... him. The tragic news sucked away the last drop of happiness from my soul... leaving my body drained of... emotions.

"Sora-" Taehyung called out when I suddenly dashed out of the room at full speed. No... no... no... this can't be happening! Not the poor kid! Yangcha?! Soon enough, the numbness I felt earlier was replaced by a violent stabbing pain. It was so bad- I couldn't breathe properly as I flung myself off the last few steps of the stairs.

"TAKE ME TO HIM!" I screamed in tears when Taehyung caught up to me.

"Sora, you can't-"

"Please, Taehyung, please. I'm begging you! T-that kid... He-he- I- I... please take me to him..." I sob in distress, dropping weakly onto my knees to grip my aching chest. Taehyung immediately bent down to help me with an anxious expression on his face.

"J-Jebal...," I sobbed while staring tearfully into his dull eyes. I hastily grabbed his shirt in grief as Taehyung held onto my arms. Taehyung eventually agreed and took me to the hospital... where Yangcha was sent to with his family. Taehyung rushed up to the information desk to ask for Yangcha, and they informed him Yangcha was still in the ER room, but he didn't make it.

"Miss- you can't-"

"GET OUT!" I screamed, pushing the doctors away, then crashed hard into the ER room.

"Let me go! Let me-"

"Don't touch her! Leave the room now!" Taehyung bellowed at the doctors, who tried to tug me away. The doctors must've recognized Taehyung because they fearfully backed away as soon as they recognized him.

"This isn't real..." I whispered, slowly approaching the corpse resting on the operation table. I couldn't suppress my overflowing pain anymore, so I let the heartbreaking emotions tear through my chest.

"I'll be outside- don't take too long," Taehyung whispered, stepping out of the room with a bitter expression after he saw the dead kid. I walked up to the operation table with my trembling body, and as soon as I saw Yangcha's bruised face and blue lips... tears began flowing down my cheeks. I whimpered in grief when I felt a sharp pain spearing through my chest.

"Y- Yangcha-ah... n-noona... is really sorry..." I sobbed while covering my mouth in agony as I stared at the smash in his head. It was only yesterday when I saw him- H-how did this happen?

"Mianhae... W-what do I do...? Y-yangcha..." I howled in distress while holding tightly onto Yangcha's cold hands. He was always warm and happy... but now... it's all gone. Instead, he lay there coldly... with a struggling expression... carved on his face. He doesn't look at peace... he must've gone through so much pain... What did they do to him- n-no... ah! My heart hurts!

"I'M SO SORRY! I FAILED YOU! I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN!" I bawled at the top of my lungs and leaned over to hug his unresponsive body. He's so cold... Where did all his warmth go?! He was just an innocent boy who wanted to live! He doesn't deserve this! My heart's breaking into pieces... I failed to save him!

"This is all my fault! Yangcha... I'm s-so so so so sorry! I should've gone to the arcade with you today!" I choked while cupping my hands around his pale cheeks. Come back... let me protect you... if only I agreed to go to the arcade with him- He would still be alive... I could've protected him!

"Arghhh! My heart hurts! I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I mourned, weakly dropping onto my knees in devastation. I was in so much pain- I couldn't scream anymore but grieve in silence. It's easier to bawl loudly, but I'm in so much pain- I can't even voice out my sorrow anymore. I felt something soft between his fingers as I clenched onto his solid hand. Shakily, I loosen his palm to find- a piercing pain struck my chest once again. The keychain he showed me. It was stained with blood... wave after wave of pain violently clawed its way out of my chest as I sat frozen in immense pain... staring regretfully at the keychain.

As much as I was hurting, I was angry. The longer I stared at the bloody keychain, the angrier I felt. I will catch whoever did this to Yangcha and ensure they suffer as much before dying. I swear I will break the person into pieces after ripping them into non-existing shreds. He wanted to live like everyone else. He was desperately seeking help- and yet they murdered him!

I was no longer upset after I discovered the keychain. Instead, I was burning with resentment... wrath filled every inch of my body as I tightly clenched onto it. I will take vengeance on whoever is responsible for this. I'll make sure they die screaming in extreme pain. Suddenly, the dark hollowness filled my entire body again. My body turned numb, my chest stopped hurting, my head went blank as everything around me drowned in the darkness. Softly, I began chuckling in the chilly and quiet room. My thrilling laughter echoed aloud in all directions across the room. I wasn't happy, but I kept on laughing for no reason the longer I gazed at the bloody keychain.

I'll make sure no one survives the grudge I hold. I will manifest the pain until it's ready to be unleashed on the filthy beast- who dared to steal yet another piece of my happiness.