~~JANGMI'S POV~~

     After the messenger came, and the arrangements were announced, I felt as though my entire world was shattered. I knew I wasn't going to end up with Jungkook. But still. I had hope. But it was all completely false.

       I've known Hasun since I was a young child... he's always been aggressive and ill-tempered, abusive and violent, with a dirty mind and lustful desires.

   Many girls have been harmed because of him. When he began to approach me, I felt sick to the core. What on earth would he do with me? I was terrified.

     He started screaming right away, telling me to get up from the ground and forget Jungkook forever. He dragged me to my house, nailed the door shut, and locked me up in the room for several days, wanting to make sure I wouldn't run for Jungkook.

   I felt so sick and alone without him; I'd spent nearly everyday of my entire life beside him. Not only was he my best friend, soulmate, and lover, but also my caretaker and place of comfort. He is my home.

    I was ghastly fearsome of what Hasun planned to do with me...

Jungkook managed to sneak in one lucky day when Hasun left the house. I wanted to leave with him so bad; I was willing to face any punishment.

   Hasun had tried to beat me multiple times, and force me into things I refused to do.

   He came home as I was leaving the door.

   He threw the contents of my bag all over the house, smashing glass objects all over the place and raging like a madman. He wouldn't stop hurting me. I found myself crying out Jungkook's name, subconsciously. That only angered him more.

   I gently shuffle in the bed, wincing and letting a soft groan escaping my lips when the wounds on my left side graze against the mattress. I suppose I've gotten used to the pain.

       Jungkook's arm is still draped over my waist, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His scars are almost completely healed already. The physician who treated us, Heyra, is incredibly gifted with herbal medicines.

      I gaze at his face for a long moment, admiring the features of the man I've been in love with for so long. His milky skin glows like an iridescent moon, raven chocolate hair falling over his forehead. His lush thin lips curl into a slight smile, even in his sleep.

      I attempt to get closer, desperate for warmth. Heyra's hut is cold, despite her talent.

      I manage to rest my head on his chest, a calming sensation taking over when he tightens his grip around my waist, careful not to hurt my remaining wounds.

   "Are you okay?" he whispers in a groggy voice, pulling the blanket up against my neck.

"It hurts a bit," I say quietly, not wanting him to worry.
     He cups my face with his strong hands, forcing our eyes to lock.

"If it ever hurts, tell me the truth. I'll go get Heyra. Don't lie to me, Jangmi. I can't see you in pain."

    I nod slowly, my heart shattering into a billion pieces when he plants a sweet kiss on my lips. He gets off the bed, walking around the corner in search of Heyra.

    I carefully lean up against the headboard, cringing in pain when a sharp jab crawls up my torso, causing me to shudder.

    Something is wrong with my body.
It has to be more than just these scars.
    I feel weird inside...
What did Hasun do to me? Will I feel this pain forever?

        I clutch my stomach, now feeling incredibly disoriented. The room is small and stuffy, making me feel as though I'm low on air.
    I grip the thick blankets, several coughs escaping my lips.

"Jungkook," I rasp, fighting back painful tears, "Heyra."

Within seconds, they both appear around the corner, Heyra holding a bowl with warm water and a clean cloth. She carefully exaimines my wounds, turning to Jungkook with a slightly worried expression.

"The bleeding is very severe, Jungkook," she says slowly, sensing the growing tension in the room.

"What do you mean?" he responds in a shaky voice, "Is she going to be okay?"

"I'm going to have to treat her for a long time..." Heyra answers, warily glancing at the cuts along my arms, "Hasun caused a lot of damage."

    Jungkook glares, anger boiling up inside of him, "I'm so sorry Jangmi."

"It's okay," I rasp, "I'm going to be okay, eventually."

     He doesn't look convinced. His expression is killing me.

"Jungkook, it's going to be okay..." I say slowly, not convinced by my own words.

"How do you know?" he breaks down, turning to Heyra, "Is she going to die?!"

"Sir, please, don't shout—,"
"Will she be okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm just cautioning you to be careful!"

    Another spasm radiates through my body, causing Jungkook to hold my hand. Something feels extremely wrong..

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~~YOONGI'S POV~~

Once Sumi's frail body collapsed to the ground, Sanghee bit her bottom lip and fought back her tears with immense strength.

For the first time in ages, I actually felt sorry for someone. I pitied Sanghee.

Muhyeok smirked down at struggling Jimin, tossing his gun from hand to hand.

"I'll kill you for this!!" Jimin cries out, distraught by what happened only seconds ago.

"Yoongi—," she whispers with quivering lips. The way she says my name causes shivers to radiate down my spine...

"Please, don't let him die—," she pleads, her eyes becoming glossy.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything. This isn't my business."

"You cant save him?" she demands in a harsh tone, "Can't you do something good?"

Why do her words always sting? Why do they cause me to feel convicted or guilty? What does she expect from me? Haven't I made it clear I'm a bad guy? I don't do good.

"Let's go home," I say curtly, turning around and grunting when people flee past me as though I'm a ticking bomb.

"Wait!" she calls after me, "We need to save him!"

I storm up towards her, grabbing hold of her wrist.

If we don't leave right now, Muhyeok will cause a scene. I don't feel like dealing with him right now. Jimin will be fine.

"Let go of me," she snaps, fighting back. People send wary glances in our direction when I grab hold of her.

"Sanghee, we cant cause a scene. You need to learn something. In Changu, you don't care for other people. Only yourself. So please stop trying to save everyone. You have to kill. You have to steal. You have to be cunning. That's the only way you're going to survive here. So come with me."

She finally surrenders, allowing me to practically drag her towards "our" home.

"What is he going to do to her?"
"She's still alive?!"
"Is he going to kill her?"
"I thought she was dead."
"Did you hear Hoseok didn't get paired?"

I ignore the whispers and gossip surrounding us, and I march off towards home.

Upon opening the door, Sanghee walks towards her bed, and gently lays down on the raggy blankets.

Awkward and tense silence fills the room.

"I'm not going to cry ever again," she says coldly, after a long while, "I'm going to be strong. I'll protect myself."

She casts a dark glare in my direction.

"But I won't steal. I won't kill recklessly. I can't do that."

"Fine," I snap, ignoring the wave of guilt now surging in my stomach. Why should I even care what she has to say?!

"Go ahead and ignore me. Don't listen to anything I tell you," I articulate each word with a sharp tone to display exactly how angry I am, "Go ahead and get yourself killed. You won't have a funeral. No one will remember you. No one here cares. You're body will just end up on the street, just like all the others. So go ahead and die, Sanghee. Then, you'll remember what I told you."

I slam the door behind me, going off to see Jungkook and Jangmi.

A/N

Mist of you have probably already read the beginning of this chapter, but I added Yoongi's perspective.

I'm writing another one today:)))

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