As Y/N slowly opened her eyes, her vision obscured by a haze, she struggled to orient herself in the dimly lit room. The sensation of her hands bound to the chair sent a wave of panic through her.

Through the fog of confusion, she strained to make out the sound of voices nearby. As the murmur of conversation reached her ears, a flicker of recognition sparked within her: it was Sunho's voice, unmistakable in its familiarity.

Despite the disorientation clouding her senses, Y/N's focus sharpened as she strained to hear the words being spoken, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of fear and apprehension.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing?" Sunho's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, filled with a hint of annoyance.

"I know. You just stay away from this," Jiwoo's voice replied, laced with a chilling warning.

"What are you planning, Jiwoo?" Sunho's words trembled with horror, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"It's simple. Taehyung ssi will definitely come for her, and I will just end her in front of him. The feeling to die in front of your boyfriend....hmmm," her voice sending shivers down Y/N's spine as she processed the sinister intent behind her words.

"Don't even think about it. I won't allow you to hurt her again," Sunho's voice resonated with a monotone intensity, his words a firm declaration of his resolve.

"Sunho... We have already talked about it. Haven't we? Hmm?" Jiwoo's smirk was palpable in her voice, her tone laced with a subtle threat as she challenged him, her words carrying a menacing undertone.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice rang out, a mixture of concern and determination evident in his tone.

Jiwoo's gaze flickered towards the direction of the voice, her lips curling into a sinister smile as knew her plan was working; Taehyung had arrived to rescue Y/N.

"Sunho, get ready," Jiwoo's command carried a chilling weight, her tone betraying her anticipation as she watched Sunho obediently comply.

Reluctantly, Sunho approached Y/N, his movements betraying the inner turmoil he felt, as he pressed the cold blade of a knife against her throat, his hands trembling slightly.

"Sunho," Y/N's voice quivered softly, her tears glistening in the dim light of the room. Sunho stole a quick glance at Jiwoo, ensuring she remained distracted before his eyes met Y/N's briefly, silently conveying a message of reassurance amidst the chaos.

"Y/N, I'll loosen the ropes," Sunho murmured, his tone filled with urgency and determination, as if trying to convey a lifeline amidst the turmoil. "When I give you the signal, just run away. Got it?" His voice was barely audible, a fragile promise tinged with regret and sorrow, as he delicately began to loosen the bindings with trembling hands.

"Y/N- Y/N?" Taehyung's voice echoed with desperation as he burst into the room, his eyes widening in horror at the sight before him: Sunho, his once trusted friend, holding a knife against Y/N's neck, while Jiwoo stood nearby with a chilling smirk.

The others rushed in behind Taehyung, their footsteps echoing loudly in the tense atmosphere of the room. Their faces mirrored his shock and disbelief as they froze in their tracks, their expressions a mix of confusion, fear, and anger as they took in the harrowing scene unfolding before them, their minds struggling to comprehend the betrayal and danger lurking in their midst.

"Oh? All of you came to save her? Wah! Unbelievable." Jiwoo's voice dripped with sarcasm as she glanced disdainfully at each member of the group, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction at their evident distress and confusion.

"You-" Taehyung's voice trembled with a mixture of fury and desperation as he took a hesitant step forward, his instincts urging him to confront Jiwoo and rescue Y/N from imminent danger.

"Take another step and she will be dead." Jiwoo's chilling warning hung in the air, freezing him in place and filling him with a paralyzing fear for Y/N's safety.

"Yah, Sunho! What are you doing?" Yuna's voice wavered with a mixture of disbelief and hurt, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she addressed him, her heart heavy with betrayal. Sunho couldn't bear to meet her gaze, his own eyes clouded with guilt and shame.

The rest of the group watched him in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from shock to anger as they grappled with the realization of his betrayal. Each of them felt a deep sense of betrayal and confusion, struggling to comprehend how they could have been deceived by someone they considered a friend.

"We believed you, bastard. All this time, what were we?" Beomgyu's voice trembled with anger and hurt, his fists clenched at his sides as he directed his accusation at Sunho, his sense of betrayal palpable in his tone.

Jiwoo, meanwhile, stood nearby, a smirk playing on her lips as she observed the turmoil unfolding before her, reveling in the chaos she had orchestrated.

"Why? What did we ever do to you?" Taehyung's voice was strained with a mix of confusion and frustration as he addressed Jiwoo, his efforts to remain calm evident despite the turmoil brewing within him.

Jiwoo's response was chillingly calm as she met Taehyung's gaze with a cold stare. "What did you do to me? You all have done many things. Many things," she replied cryptically, her tone laced with bitterness and resentment.

"All I wanted was a good life at university," Jiwoo began, her voice tinged with a mix of bitterness and sorrow. "Just like everyone else. Friends to hang out with, a boyfriend to share moments with, and good grades to feel accomplished. But what I got was the opposite."

Her eyes drifted momentarily, lost in painful memories of rejection and isolation. "Instead of friends, I found myself alone, ostracized by my peers. Instead of a boyfriend, I faced ridicule and mockery for being different. And instead of good grades, I struggled in silence, battling my own demons while others excelled effortlessly."

The weight of those experiences hung heavy in the air as she continued, each word a testament to the hardships she endured. "Loneliness became my constant companion, bullying my daily reality. The cruel words and hurtful actions of others etched deep scars on my heart, leaving me wounded and broken." Jiwoo's voice wavered slightly as she recalled the hurtful words and isolation she endured.

***

"Look at her, she is literally a mess."

"Yah, do you know that girl over there has psychic problems?"

"I heard she talks to herself sometimes, like she's some kind of freak."

"Did you see her clothes? It's like she's trying too hard to fit in, but failing miserably."

"I bet she doesn't even have any friends. Who would want to be friends with her anyway?"

"I heard she's been seeing a therapist. Must be messed up in the head."

"Watch out for her, she's one of those loner types. You never know what they're capable of."

***

Remembering each of those comments pierced Jiwoo's heart like a thousand daggers, reopening wounds of rejection and isolation that had never fully healed.

"But Y/N. She was living my dream. Friends... Boys fighting over to get her... You, Taehyung ssi, I had a crush on you. But you too fell for her instead," Jiwoo uttered, her voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and longing as she directed her gaze towards Taehyung.

"Don't you really remember me? I have once confessed to you," she continued, the words heavy with the weight of past disappointment and unrequited affection. The memory of her vulnerable confession resurfaced, a painful reminder of the rejection she had faced.

***

Taehyung sat alone in the quiet classroom, his thoughts drifting as he stared into space. Suddenly, his reverie was interrupted by Jiwoo's tentative approach.

"What?" Taehyung's voice held a hint of confusion as he regarded her with mild interest.

"I- I just wanted to give you this," Jiwoo mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she extended a juice bottle and an envelope towards him.

Taehyung accepted the offerings with a raised eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Love letter?" he quipped, his tone tinged with amusement as he glanced at the envelope.

"Look, I don't even know you. Besides, I have no interest in you. You better stop it here," he stated bluntly, his words cutting through the tension in the air. With a dismissive gesture, he returned the drink and casually tossed the unopened letter into a nearby dustbin.

Each moment was filled with palpable tension, the air heavy with unspoken emotions as the interaction unfolded in the quiet confines of the classroom.

***

"Do you know how much it hurts me when you throw away my love letter like that?" she whispered, her words laden with the weight of past rejection. "Do you know the bullying and humiliation I got after that?" Jiwoo's voice quivered with emotion as she confronted Taehyung, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, memories of past pain flooding her mind, the wounds still fresh despite the passage of time.

***

"Woah, look at this. Weirdo wrote a love letter for Taehyung."

"Yah, what made you think he will love a weirdo like you."

"Wait, isn't he dating Y/N?"

"Not yet... But you know... He really loves her."

"Stop trying weirdo. He will be Y/N's soon."

"Imagine if he actually fell for her. That would be hilarious."

"Yeah, like Taehyung would ever date someone like her."

"Poor Taehyung, having to deal with her obsession."

"I bet she'll be alone forever."

"She's just desperate for attention."

***

"That's when I lost it," Jiwoo began, her tone heavy with bitterness and frustration. The admission carried the weight of years of tireless effort and unfulfilled dreams.

"So I wanted to be better than her," she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of envy and determination. Despite the facade of confidence she projected, the underlying sense of inadequacy was palpable.

"I learned day and night," Jiwoo confessed, the words echoing with the relentless pursuit of perfection that consumed her every waking moment. The sacrifices she made in the name of success were etched into her weary voice.

"Even while she enjoyed her time hanging out with others," she added, the bitterness seeping through her words as she recalled the contrast between her solitary study sessions and Y/N's seemingly carefree social life.

"Still, I lost," Jiwoo concluded, her voice cracking with the weight of defeat and despair. In that moment, the culmination of effort and sacrifice collided with the harsh reality of failure, leaving Jiwoo grappling with the painful truth of her unattainable aspirations.

***

"Wah, daebak. Y/N is first, again."

"Uh, I wish I was her."

"How is she good at everything?"

"I am jealous of Y/N. She is good at everything."

"Y/N always comes out on top. It's not fair!"

"She aced another test. Is there anything she can't do?"

"I wish I had Y/N's luck. She makes everything look easy."

"It's like she's got the Midas touch. Everything she touches turns to gold."

"Y/N's probably going to be valedictorian. What a surprise."

***

"I don't understand what is so special about her that everyone wants to be her?" Jiwoo asked in frustration, her voice tinged with bitterness and resentment. She sighed heavily, the weight of her emotions evident in the weary exhale, as she prepared herself to continue the story of her torment and obsession with Y/N.

"That's when Jaemin ssi caught my eye," Jiwoo continued, her voice trembling with intensity as she recounted the pivotal moment. Her gaze shifted towards Jaemin, whose expression morphed into one of astonishment upon hearing his name mentioned in such a context.

"I never liked him that much. But that's when I saw the real him at the night of Fresher's party. You know, I never knew I had a thing for killing. But the way he killed Irene ssi... That's when I fell for him," she confessed, her words heavy with a disturbing sense of admiration for Jaemin's actions, sending a chill down the spine of those listening.

"You are really crazy," Yuna interjected, her voice laced with a mixture of horror and disbelief as she stared at Jiwoo, struggling to comprehend the depths of her obsession.

"Yes, I know. So... Back to the story... As my concentration was turned to Jaemin ssi I started forgetting about Y/N," Jiwoo started explaining.

"I was enjoying my life admiring him but... There too she intervened. She found out it was him behind the killings and sent him to prison. Like why? They deserved to die anyway. Of course, it made me mad," she said, her words dripping with anger and disappointment, revealing the depths of her resentment towards Y/N's interference.

"I finally decided to make her life living hell. So I went to the same university she went. There too... my brother fell head over heels for her. I have never cared about him anyway but the talks among the students weren't really helping either," she said, her voice filled with bitterness and resentment as she recalled the rumors and gossip surrounding Sunho and Y/N.

***

"Yah, isn't Y/N and Sunho so cute together."

"I know right? Why aren't they dating yet?"

"Like seriously, the way he calls her Wifey... Anyone can understand he loves her."

"Y/N also calls him Hubby. I am sure she also likes him. Maybe just shy to admit."

"They would make the perfect couple. It's so obvious they're into each other."

"I heard they spend all their free time together. They're practically inseparable."

"Sunho always seems so protective of her. It's like he'd do anything for her."

***

"She took away everything from me, and now my brother? No... I wanted her to know how it feels to lose everything you hold dear. That's why I made him a part of my plan all along. I wanted to see her suffer," Jiwoo confessed, her voice laced with bitterness and vindictiveness.

"I wanted everyone who supported her and cherished her to suffer along with her. So I started with Ryujin. But poor girl, she kept it to herself," Jiwoo recounted, a twisted sense of satisfaction evident in her tone as she remembered her manipulation of Ryujin's situation, which ultimately led to her demise.

"Even now, look at how all of you are here for her... Aish," she muttered, her frustration palpable. "Like, why? What's so special about her?"

As the police sirens blared, Jiwoo's expression twisted in shock at the unexpected turn of events, her carefully laid plans unraveling before her eyes. The others in the room looked around in confusion, their faces mirroring the chaos unfolding around them.

"Y/N! Run!" Sunho's urgent voice cut through the commotion as he helped her to her feet and pushed her towards safety.

"Everyone, get down!" Namjoon's authoritative voice commanded as he and the other officers stormed into the room, their guns drawn and ready. Gunfire erupted, sending Jiwoo scrambling for cover as she fled to another room, desperation evident in her movements.

Sunho's determination surged as he chased after Jiwoo, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he vowed to catch her before she could harm anyone else. However, to his dismay, he realized that Jiwoo was now chasing after Y/N, adding a new layer of urgency to his pursuit.

As they darted from room to room, the labyrinthine layout feeling like an endless maze, Sunho's focus remained solely on apprehending Jiwoo and ensuring Y/N's safety. With each turn and twist, he pushed himself to move faster, driven by a fierce determination to put an end to Jiwoo's rampage.

Meanwhile, Y/N's senses were heightened as she cautiously navigated through the rooms, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of fabric seemed amplified in the tense atmosphere, urging her to remain silent and unseen. Despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she forced herself to stay calm, methodically checking each door and corridor for any sign of danger.

"Watch out!" Sunho's urgent warning pierced the air, snapping Y/N's attention to the side just in time to see Jiwoo shoving a shelf towards her, her eyes widening in horror at the impending danger.

Reacting instinctively, Y/N attempted to dart away, but her foot caught on something, causing her to stumble and crash to the ground in a jumble of limbs. Before she could fully comprehend what had happened, Sunho was by her side, pulling her out of harm's way with a desperate urgency.

However, their relief was short-lived as the weight of the falling shelf crashed onto Sunho's leg with a sickening thud, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from him. Y/N's heart sank at the sight, a wave of guilt and fear washing over her as she realized the extent of the danger they were facing.

"Sunho!" Y/N's cry echoed in the chaos as she frantically attempted to lift the heavy shelf off his injured leg, her hands trembling with fear and desperation. However, her efforts were interrupted by the chilling sight of Jiwoo advancing towards them, a glint of malice reflected in her eyes as she brandished the knife.

"Run," Sunho's urgent whisper barely reached her ears over the clamor of their surroundings, his voice strained with pain.

"No, I won't leave you!" Y/N protested, her heart wrenching at the thought of abandoning him in such a dire situation.

"Y/N, go!" Sunho's desperate plea pierced through her resolve, his eyes pleading with her to save herself as he struggled against the agony coursing through his injured leg.

With a heavy heart and tears streaming down her face, Y/N reluctantly tore herself away from Sunho's side, her feet carrying her as far away from danger as possible. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice barely audible over the chaos, before disappearing into the maze of rooms, leaving Sunho to face Jiwoo alone.

"Yah, what kind of brother are you? Are you that much in love with her?" Jiwoo's incredulous question reverberated through the room, her eyes narrowing as she regarded Sunho with a mixture of disdain and disbelief.

"Why? Are you jealous?" Sunho retorted defiantly, his tone laced with frustration and resentment.

"Yah, you know what will happen if you—" Jiwoo began, attempting to wield her influence over him with a threatening undertone.

"Nothing will happen. My sister is safe now. And I will make sure you get caught," Sunho interjected, his voice tinged with anger as he asserted his determination to bring Jiwoo to justice.

"You are the one who informed the officers, aren't you?" Jiwoo's accusatory tone betrayed her shock and disbelief, her eyes widening as she realized the extent of Sunho's betrayal.

"I should have done that earlier," Sunho admitted, his voice filled with regret and resolve as he confronted Jiwoo with unwavering determination.

"Yah, I am your sister too—" Jiwoo attempted to justify herself, her voice strained with emotion.

"What kind of sister threatens their own brother with their own sister? Huh?" Sunho interrupted, his voice trembling with hurt and betrayal as he confronted Jiwoo's manipulation.

"Of course, what did I even expect. You are just like the others. You only loved Yunhi and never me," Jiwoo accused bitterly, her words laden with resentment and sorrow.

"I loved both of you. Even after I knew about your psychic problems. I cared about you more than her. But you— you were blinded by revenge, willing to kill your own sister and brother for it," Sunho declared, his voice filled with a mixture of anguish and determination.

"I will kill you," Jiwoo vowed, her rage consuming her as she lunged towards Sunho, only to be forcefully pushed aside by an unseen assailant.

"Taehyung ssi?" Sunho's voice trembled with disbelief as Taehyung exerted his strength to shift the shelf off his injured leg, offering a lifeline in the midst of chaos.

"Come on, let's go," Taehyung's words were strained,his mind filled with determination as he extended his hand to help Sunho rise, his gaze unwavering.

As they prepared to leave, a sudden surge of pain coursed through Taehyung's body as Jiwoo plunged a knife into him from behind. He let out a groan of agony as she withdrew the blade.

With swift reflexes, Taehyung pivoted, his movements fueled by adrenaline as he forcefully shoved Jiwoo to the ground, his eyes ablaze with resolve to protect himself and Sunho, even in the face of danger.

As if appearing out of thin air, Jimin emerged, his presence a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil. With a quick exchange of signals, Taehyung directed Jimin to assist Sunho, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as they coordinated their efforts. With a firm nod, Jimin moved swiftly to Sunho's side, offering support and guidance as they navigated through the tumultuous scene. Each step was deliberate, every movement calculated to ensure Sunho's safety amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Taehyung's senses remained heightened as he surveyed the room for any sign of Jiwoo. The adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed to sharpen his focus, every nerve in his body attuned to the slightest hint of danger.

Unable to spot Jiwoo amidst the chaos, Taehyung made his way cautiously out of the room, his movements slowed by the searing pain radiating from the wound in his side. With each step, the pain intensified, a grim reminder of the danger they faced and the urgency of their escape. As he emerged into the corridor, Taehyung's senses remained on high alert, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance before his eyes.

Touching the wound gingerly, Taehyung winced as his fingers came away slick with blood, a grim testament to the severity of his injury. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of fear and desperation that permeated the hallway. Despite the discomfort, Taehyung pressed on, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.

It was then that he spotted a figure lying prone on the floor nearby, his mind racing with a myriad of possibilities.

"Jungkook?" His heart clenched with a mixture of dread and determination recognised it was Jungkook. He approached him cautiously, his senses on high alert. With each cautious step, calling out Jungkook's name in a desperate attempt to rouse. But before he could reach his friend's side, a sudden impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through his skull.

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