a/n: this one is excused from the gif challenge :) and also how did you come across this story?

School was closed. Hoseok was beyond confused, sitting next to Namjoon on a wooden bench outside the diner.

The only sounds he heard much of now were police sirens. Not knowing the teacher personally, Hoseok wasn't affected on a personal level, but he was still shaken.

He hadn't found the body, Lisa had, but he had been involved. All of them had been involved for being the first to the see the body.

Hoseok was a good kid. Unlike many of the students at his school, his life was an open book; he had no secrets. He got good grades, was the captain of the soccer team.

Why did that have to spiral down so miserably? And in this way? By finding a dead body?

"I can't believe this." He mumbled, staring ahead at the cloudy sky. Namjoon nodded besides him.

"I know. I don't even know what to think."

"How are all of you so calm about this? I feel like I'm the only one who's freaking out."

"Have you seen Jungkook? Or Lisa?" Came Namjoon's sharp reply.

"How would you know?"

"Well for one, did you see her last night?"

"I was too busy paying attention to how Jungkook was hugging her."

"Well there is that," Namjoon cracked a smile. "But she looked frightened out of her mind, Hobi. How would you feel if you're the one who found the dead body of your teacher? Who was murdered and stabbed to the heart?"

"I would feel pretty traumatized."

"And Jungkook's gone silent. Something isn't right with him either. He won't respond to my texts, but I know he's in his room; cooped up and trying to drown the day away."

"We're going to be interrogated, right?"

"It won't be long until they find our footprints."

Hoseok sighed. "I thought as much."

"You have nothing to hide Hobi, so you should be fine."

Namjoon looked at Hoseok, nudging his shoulder. He nodded, biting his lower lip, before looking up at the door. The exit bell jingled, revealing Jisoo.

"Orange juice?" She offered, cracking a small smile at the two of them.

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Now you know what I'm capable of!
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The text spooked Jennie. There had been very few times where she hadn't been in charge, and now was one of them.

Someone had died! The teacher had been murdered, and the blogger did this in a way to get to Jennie or possibly show their capability.

Jennie was scared, and she could only imagine how Lisa felt. She knew that she had offered no reassurance to Lisa that night, and she felt awful.

But she needed to be honest with her friend. Jennie in reality had no idea what was going on, and for once, she wasn't ahead of the game.

Jennie racked her hands through her hair, pacing in her room. She couldn't think.

Someone was killed, murdered, stabbed to the heart. The violence and gore of the method was sloppy but quick. Had the killer been smart, he or she would've worn gloves...

"I know you said to leave you alone, but I can't. Please meet me at the library, I really need to talk to you."

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"Something is horribly, horribly wrong." Yoongi whispered. "I-I don't know what to think. I can't help you because I don't even know what's going on."

"We know Sunsaeng-nim Aeja was murdered, the police knows that too. They will interrogate us eventually, but for now we have to—"

"We can't do anything, Jennie. Do you not understand? We are the prey in this mess."

"We have to though, before someone else—"

"No one else is going to die." Yoongi mumbled, eyes closed. He opened them slowly, taking a long look at Jennie, her shoulders slumping.

"Both our groups were brought together because of a horrible circumstance. We need to trust each other. The blogger thrives on the feeling that we don't trust each other with our secrets—"

"Yoongi, I-I can't tell them about mine. It would destroy the already fragile relationship between us."

"It involves both of us Jen," Hand tentatively tipped up her chin, Jennie looked at Yoongi with soft eyes.

"You're not alone."

"It's not just that Yoongi, so many things happened while I was away...call me crazy, but I feel they're coming back. I'm paying for what I did."

"I feel like what happened at the other school I went to is linked to what's happening here. And that can't be good."

"You're not wrong Jennie...but for now, we play it safe. Not just for you, think about Lisa and Jungkook. No one in our group is ready to take action just yet."

"I missed you acting like a leader."

"The leader needed a break." He whispered, smiling at Jennie. "But he's back."

So the leader used to be Namjoon, but really the position belonged to Yoongi. Because he was probably the only one of the seven who had a clear head about what was going on.

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She traced her black gloved hands along the wooden desk of her room, smirking softly.

The stupid elites were doing everything she wanted.

It was a game for her, really. Exploiting secrets, trading one out for the other. Much like building her own empire of terror. She enjoyed every minute of it.

The killing part had been unnecessary. That math teacher didn't have to die. She was just in the way. Little adulterers like her shouldn't have the right to live anyway.

Poor Jungkookie, she did him a favor by killing off the woman.

The girl knew it wouldn't be long until all eleven of them would start to be interrogated. She chuckled softly at the thought, how would they handle it?

How would Hoseok handle? The ones she worried least about were Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jennie. All three of them had secrets twisted and interlocked with each other than neither of them realized were connected.

"Sweet children," She whispered, pointing a finger to the trio pinned on her bulletin board. "I'll help you figure it out eventually. Patience is key."

Then the girl frowned, turning around abruptly and prancing over to the other side of her room.

"I better get rid of this," She grinned, holding the familiar kitchen knife in her hands, before raising her eyebrows up momentarily in amusement. Grabbing a familiar yellow envelope, she slipped the knife inside, careful to wrap it in bubble wrap before, then sealing the package with tape.

She pulled out a black sharpie, signing it off at the top.

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