Jennie's POV

"I'll be right back." He says getting off the couch and walking over to the door. I watch him open it, I didn't hear anything. No talking, the door covered my view of him. I felt like something was wrong. I get up from the couch, and I'm about to go see what was wrong but I hear a familiar voice.

"Check if she's here. I know they left together." I take off my heels and run over to the kitchen. I look around for a hiding spot. I see a cupboard and open it slow, but I hear it creaking so I open it faster. I climb inside and close the door and I'm in darkness. I hold onto my heels, close to my chest. I shut my eyes tight and started to pray that Yoongi would be okay, even though that wasn't possible if he was with Yoon.

"She isn't here boss." I hear. "Fine. Let's just leave then. She's probably with her group." Yoon says. Its silent for a while. "Boss.. This. Guy. Is heavy." A man says out of breath. "Stop being a weak link." Yoon says. "Okay. So. We have to make sure we don't get seen, cause the plan will be ruined." I hear Yoon. "If he thinks he could just cost me my job, and walk away without a scratch, he's wrong." He says.

I hear the door close and I'm left in silence. I calm my breathing and wait to hear a car. When I do, I get out of the cupboard. I look around the room, cautiously. I hear the door swing open and it was too fast to duck for cover. "He knew you'd be here!" He was a young man, around my age.

He had a black beanie on, and a black face mask on. He walks up to me and I throw one of my heels at him. It hits him in the face and I run for Yoongi's room, I know he had a window that led the the fire escape. "Come here you Bitch." He says as he runs over to me. He grabs me by the waist and throws me down. He sits on top of me, pulling down his face mask. "Wow. Mr. Yoon never told me how pretty you were." I squirm underneath him, but he didn't seem fazed.

"How about we undo this." He unbuttons the top of my dress shirt. I push and shove him trying my best to get him off of me. I knew screaming wouldn't help because there wasn't anyone else in the building. Yoongi and I were the only ones here, now just this guy and I. "Mmm.. I don't think just one button would help." He yanks on my shirt breaking all the buttons. He holds down my arms, but I don't give up, I kick my legs around. Tears were in my eyes.

"Oh. Yeah. You're really pretty." He scans my body. He leans in and presses his lips against mine, I turn my head to the side. He sits up and starts to undo his pants. I pull up my knee and I succeed in hitting him in the groin. He falls to the side and groans. I get up and run towards the front door. "You fucken bitch!" He groans and grabs my ankle, causing me to fall on my face. I can hear a crack of my nose breaking as it hits the hard wood floors at great impact.

He pulls me towards him. "Now you're really going to get it." The blood from my nose drips on the floor. I look around quick. I spot the heel I had thrown at him earlier. I look back at him and kick my other foot at his face. I inch away real quick before he grabs me again. I grab the heel and stab it into his hand as hard as I can. With success, the heel stabs into his hand causing him to let me go right away, hollering in pain and I shoot up towards the door.

I successfully make it out of Yoongi's apartment. I run for the elevator. It comes up and I hear the guy coming for me. I hurry into the elevator and push the button for to the loby. "Hey! Come back!" He yells holding his hand as he comes into view. I push quickly on the button to close the doors of the elevator. He runs up to the door but it closes before he can make it.

I catch my breath and I look down at my shirt. All the buttons were broken except for one at the top. I button it and tuck in the rest of the shirt into my dress pants. I look up and run out of the elevator. There's no one at the front desk. So it must have been easy for Yoon to take Yoongi. I run up to the back of the desk, grab the phone and dial 911. "I'm trying to buy you some time Yoongi." I whisper.

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Yoongi's POV

"Wake up." I hear. "I said, Wake Up!" My face flies to the side, causing me to wake up. I look down at my legs. I slowly look up. I'm in a huge room, a single light fixture hanging above me. I'm sitting on a wooden chair, my legs tied and my arms. 

"Well well well.." I turn my head towards the voice. "Look at the piece of shit that's finally up!" He laughs. My face flies to the right as his fist plows into my cheek. "You know why I'm doing this Yoongi!?" He asks grabbing ahold of my shoulder and plowing his fists into my gut multiple times. I gasp for air, throwing my head back to try to get air to my throbbing lungs.

"Because you're too stubborn to know what you deserve?" I ask. He grabs my face, making me look at him. He had a crooked smile on his face. "He speaks." He chuckles. He steps back and throws his fist into the left side of my face again. "You've ruined me!" He yells as he grabs my shoulder again, plowing into my stomach again.  

I clinch my fist, trying my best to keep my breath. "You've ruined my reputation. I lost to a twirp like you!?" I found myself choking on my own blood. "Ugh. You're disgusting." He steps back fixing the glove on his hand. Taking it off the black glove and adjusting the rings on his fingers. Explains why his punches cut through my cheek real quick.

He looks at me and smiles. "Say something else smart. I dare you." He says pulling on the glove again. "All you did was ruin my life. And now what? Beating me because I put you in your place?" I ask. He looks pissed. "Put me in my place!?" He laughs loudly. "You're funny Min Yoongi." He straps the bottom of his glove before plowing his fist into my cheek, this time my skin ripping.

Blood flying out of my mouth and falling to the cement floor. "You didn't put me in my place!" He punches my gut. "And you know what!?" Punching harder, making me groan in pain. The blood from my mouth dripping on my jeans. He picks up my head. "Now look at me. Giving you what you deserve."

"Mr. Yoon. Cheol has been arrested." The other guy said. Yoon shoots me a glance. "Your bitch called the cops, now you'll have to pay."

I can't remember how may times he had beat me. How many times he plowed his fist into my abs and face. Still, specifically the left side, I assumed its because he's left hand dominant. Soon I couldn't see out of my left eye. It had swollen up from the bottom and I can't open it.

I can't help but think about Elizabeth. Thinking that I'll never see her again. She'd still feel hate for me, she'd be unaware as of why I did what I had to.  That this was my end, this was where the hand of death had decided to take me. And I wasn't satisfied with how life turned out. Towards the end, I was not satisfied.

I wish I could have been stronger, standing up for myself and fighting for Elizabeth the way I had to. The way I should have. "This is where your end comes Min Yoongi. You ruined my life. Now I will ruin yours by ending it." I look up through one eyes as he pulls out his gun and points it as me.

This was it. This was my unwanted end, but sometimes there's endings we all aren't happy with. I brace myself for what was to come.
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Operator: "848, 849, shots heard in downtown Seoul."
*static*

Operator: "We are receiving several calls."
*static*

Operator: "Male dead, one being arrested. Another found with a weapon."
*static*

Officer: "848 copy."
*static*

Operator: "846 and 811 at the scene."
*static*

850 officer: "already at warehouse."
846 officer: "located at the old Borim Logistics warehouse."
848 officer: "copy that."
*static*
*call ends*

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Hey! Yo! Update!

I know this chapter was short but, I needed to include it to help build the next chapter.

I'm not saying Anything Bout the possibility of Yoongi being dead, all I'm saying is that I'm sure Mr. Yoon give up a chance like this. :/

Hope you still enjoyed :)