"And who was that person?" Hoseok asked, seeking for an answer in Yoongi's eyes.

"It was Y/N's father." Yoongi replied, winking at me.

Phew!

But, wait! What does that wink suppose to mean?

"Why did they let you go?" Taehyung asked, placing his head on Jimin's shoulder.

"What? You're unhappy with my presence?" Yoongi asked.

Taehyung laughed as he was shaking his head.

"Being in jail sucks. Can you even imagine the taste of the food in there?" Yoongi continued. "Let me tell you something about it."

As Yoongi was telling them a story of himself, making them all laugh, I headed towards the window to see the mountainous landscape.

Maybe, Yoongi doesn't even know that Namjoon has visited him, because Lee James told us that he had responsibilities, so he kicked Namjoon out.

I hope Yoongi never figures this shit out. I don't care if he hates me or not, but I want them all to stay out of this mess. I can't let them get involved in this shit.

I wish you were here Namjoon. You're the only one who has the key to my questions.

I could hear the boys. Taehyung was talking about me as he had all the boys gathered around him.

"Why would she leave the conversation like that?" He whispered.

"Maybe, she's on her period." Jungkook whispered back as Yoongi slapped the nape of his neck, causing Jungkook to scream in pain.

"I'll talk to her." Hoseok said, taking a deep breath.

He was walking towards me. I could hear his footsteps.

He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Everybody's been asking about you."

I turned around to face him, crossing my arms. "By 'everybody' you mean Taehyung, right?"

Hoseok widened his eyes. "You heard him?"

"I also heard Jungkook." I replied, rolling my eyes.

He gently touched my cheek, looking staright through my eyes, pushing me, holding my wrists as he was pressing them up against the wall, sending a rush of pain through my body.

"Why are you driving me crazy?" He whispered in my ear.

"H-hoseok... th-they're watching..."

Not working! He wasn't even listening!

I slapped him, pushing him away as the boys were shocked.

"Is everything alright?" Taehyung asked as he was walking towards us, seeing me breathing continuously.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." I replied, heading towards the door as Yoongi gripped my wrist.

"Where are you going?" Yoongi whispered.

"I will not stay in a house where nobody respects me," I shouted to gain Hoseok's attention, wriggling my hand out of Yoongi's grip. "I'm happy that you're back, Yoongi," I continued, switching my glance at Taehyung. "Thanks for everything."

I left Taehyung's house, heading towards the park.

After a few minutes, I arrived. I sat on a bench, taking a look at the children who were playing.

They have such a beautiful world, don't they? Unaware of all the problems, unaware of all the sorrow and pain.

I wish that I could turn back time to the good old days. I used to be much happier, but I'm not anymore.

I can't blame all of this on the others. The pain that I'm feeling inside is scattering me apart.

I let a breath out. "Why am I wishing to turn back time to when I was a little girl?"

"Only you have the answer to your question." He said, sitting next to me on the bench.

I wasn't even looking at him, but I recognized him by his voice.

"How's your face?" He continued.

I was about to stand up, but he yanked me back down beside him. "I'm talking to you."

"I'm not interested," I replied, looking straight forward. "Sorry."

He gripped my wrist, holding it tightly, sending a rush of pain through my body.

"How did you even find me?" I asked, trying to wriggle my hand out of his grip.

He smirked. "I think that Namjoon has told you about us; that we are watching, didn't he?"

I looked around, seeing three men in black suits, wearing glasses, standing beside a tree. It seemed like that they were watching us.

I switched my glance at a family. A man who seemed like to be the father looked strange, because he was staring at us awkwardly.

I turned at Byun Minjun as he was looking back at me, nodding, meaning that family was working for him, too. This dude is scary.

"Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Byun Minjun," He replied as he was laughing, finding my question funny. "You don't know much about me, but I completely know you."

"I don't care about myself. Just let Namjoon go! He has done nothing."

"Oh, my little Y/N! He has done a mistake. He didn't tell you anything about it, did he?"

"A mistake? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"He's the reason that my older son is dead." He replied, leaving me in a shock.

I froze! I just fucking froze!

What was he talking about? Does it mean that Hojin had a big brother? But, Why didn't I know anything about that?

Namjoon can't be the reason of someone's death! It's a lie, right? It's all a fucking lie!

Byun Minjun is just trying to mess with my mind.

I stood up, trying to walk away, but one of those men in a black suit came towards me, blocking my way.

"You can't run away from your fate." Minjun said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Maybe. But I'll drag Namjoon out of his." I said, closing my eyes.

I pushed that man in a black suit away and ran off. Byun Minjun didn't even bother to stop me. That was all I wanted at that moment, right?

•••

I tried to open my eyes, feeling somebody's fingers running through my hair.

I looked at the clock, but I couldn't see the time because it was dark.

I sat up on the bed, turning at that person, but I couldn't see him clearly, instead, I started touching his face.

I touched his hair, running my fingers through them, feeling that I was lost in a beautiful dream. By touching his lips, I finally figured out who it really was.

I put my index finger on his lips as he left a gentle kiss on it, causing me to close my eyes.

"How could you get here, Namjoon?"

He switched his glance at the window, meaning that he had entered my bedroom from there.

I was about to stand up to turn on the lights, but he yanked me down, holding me tightly in his arms. "Don't turn on the lights. I want to feel you in the dark."

Suddenly, he let go of me, covering his face with his hands. "What am I doing here?"

He was lost in his nightmares, searching for a way to get through. He was drowning in a sea made by his own thoughts.

I wanted to remain lost in this beautiful silence, but something was feeding on me, so I asked him a question. "Have you killed Byun Minjun's older son?"

[A/N]
What's up guys?
It's me, Ellie. I wanted to thank you for all the love and support. I really appreciate it.