It is not my fault.

"Ahjussi," She cried out, her petite, blood-stained hands shaking vigorously against two stained chests. Her wails echoing in the ears of the man who deserted her as he coldly walked away despite her constant screaming.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this. Please come back. I promise it wasn't my fault," She let out in between frequent hiccups and sniffs as her tears flowed rapidly down her red, chubby cheeks. It was all of a sudden when the world seemed to have turned its back on her, when she was in deep need of help, when she wanted someone to believe that it wasn't her even though she herself found that debatable. It was then that she realized that she had already drowned in her own tears, that it was too late for someone to notice that she was drowning, because she had already sunk. Everything that she had known to be beautiful had suddenly disappeared in her eyes. Nothing was worth mentioning anymore, nothing was worth fighting for anymore, and she had to live with the fact that it was her fault, because everyone else thought so.

That child, the child who was once as innocent, beautiful and pure, the child whom the world had been mean to, the child who had everything beautiful confiscated from her reach despite her young age, was me. Sun Hee.

I got escorted to my room immediately after my interrogation was over. The officer, whom I had learnt was referred to as Kim Namjoon, had walked me slowly towards my ward, taking frequent pauses in between to ask about my well being. Of Course I wasn't doing well, but there was nothing that tied the two of us that obliged me to tell him about anything, not to mention the fact that he was the one who arrested me anyway.

How did he know Sun Hee? How could he have?

The moment I was at the door of my own ward, I took it upon myself to walk inside, my eyes never leaving the floor ever since I had been asked this question, my face not changing expressions either.

"Dr. Sun Hee," I heard Namjoon's voice echo in the empty room, causing me to stand still, my back still facing him, my face holding no emotion either.

"If you are innocent," He said before pausing for a while then continued," then no matter what happens the truth will be revealed. If you are guilty, then I suggest you admit to everything that you had done. Not doing so will only be bad for you. I'm sure Jimin would want that too."

A sudden wave of emotions suddenly hit my heart at the mention of Jimin's name, the only person I had wished to be with at that moment . A tear trickled down my cheek and onto my shirt, only to be followed by another from the other eye. Not long after that sentence did I hear the sound of the door closing, causing another pair of teardrops to slide down my face.

I don't deserve to be here. I never did, not even last time.

I stood there for a while, allowing pairs of teardrops to slide in turns, until I finally decided to let myself sit on the bed, my head buried between my knees as I wasted time recalling everything that had happened.

It is over for me. They found out about it, and now everyone else was going to have to know too, including Jimin.

Yes, Jimin, indeed was my best friend, but there were certain things I had decided to keep away from him for as long as I lived and this was one of them. One thing that I knew for sure, and what made sense to me, was that past is past and that whatever I ever was or did shouldn't necessarily define who I am or what I do today. All my life I've been working on being who I was, and doing what I felt like I was born to do. Despite knowing all this and realizing how far I had walked, that one record of me stole the spotlight of every other good thing I had ever done in my life, so I had to get rid of it to be able to live normally. I knew for sure that I wasn't going to be able to retain the life that I had back then, not when memories existed in my brain, but the thought that this was going to happen at a point in time regardless of anything was kind of assuring to a certain extent. Having Jimin beside me all the time was also assuring because he was the only one who saw the good in me, but that was because he didn't know about the worst part unlike everyone else.

As days passed, I grew closer to him and got more attached to the one person who understood me really well and never really misjudged me for anything, never even thought of the worst I could possibly do one day. All that made me realize that maybe the past really shouldn't be brought up again, because what if it never occurred to him that a person like me would have such a horrendous record at such a young age. I was always terrified of losing him, someone so special to me, and that was why I never told him anything regarding my past, or how I ended up at an orphanage. Did I regret it? Sometimes, mainly because of this nagging feeling that maybe I was misleading him into thinking things that weren't true. Does that mean I made some stories up? Yes, I did, and I had to do it to cover up for myself and to fill in the missing pieces of my story as well as possible. However, part of me did feel glad that I decided not to tell him anything everytime I found him next to me, feeling so happy and alive and I had to tell myself that he was like this because of the new Sun Hee and that the old Sun Hee was dead.

After recalling all that, I raised my head slightly to find the cloth around my knees wet, and I felt as though my vision got slightly weakened from all the tears that got drained out of my eyes. I sniffed then used the cloth around my forearm to wipe away the tears staining my cheeks before realizing that I wasn't alone in the room.

I raised my head up slightly only to find Hoseok standing in front of me, his feet and arms crossed in amusement as he leaned against the wall behind him, watching me wipe my tears.His presence caught me off guard so suddenly that I found my body jolting upward from the bed and running behind it, my brain still not processing the fact that Hoseok was standing right in front of me so casually.

How long has he been standing there? When and how did he get in?

My reaction to his presence made him stand up straight and a smile formed on his face as his feet and arms detangled. I watched him with wide eyes, still not sure whether this was real or not.

"I must say, you look so terrified to see such a young and handsome man. I'm not a ghost you know," He said before jokingly questioning himself," Or am I?"

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked him, my eyes not failing to portray all the anger and hatred I was feeling towards that man. In my mind, I could see myself stabbing him a thousand times, if not a million, and then putting him in a bathtub so he could leak in there, just like he had done to Taehyung.

He let out a scoff and then took something out of his jacket's pocket," And that's how I get treated when I'm trying to be good to others. There. This belongs to you."

Whatever he had in his hand got thrown onto the bed that was in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows and inched a bit closer to see what it was after eyeing him skeptically for a moment.

It was my necklace.

I instantly grabbed it and held it close to my chest before backing away again," Where did you find this? How did you know it was mine?"

He let out a slight scoff before saying," You are bombarding me with so many questions today. A simple thank you would be more than enough."

I gritted my teeth at his cold attitude towards me and everything that was going on around him as though he was oblivious of the fact that my life was destroyed because of him. My body became less tense as my fear changed into utter anger and hatred, causing my cardiac muscles to tense up instead.

"Why?" I asked him, "Why did you kill Taehyung? And why did you pin it all on me? What did I ever do to you?"

He eyed me with amusement before breaking down into hysterical laughter," Oh my god, can you not hear yourself right now? You are asking me that as though I really was the one who killed him."

I looked at him with gritted teeth and a clenched fist. If someone was going to die today, then it was definitely him. He was trying to play with my mind, trying to convince me that Taehyung's death was all my fault, but I wasn't willing to let him brainwash me that way.

"I'm very well aware of what I'm saying, Hoseok," I said, anger protruding out of my voice," Maybe you should be brave enough to own up to it like a man instead of pinning it on someone else like a coward."

His eyes were shooting lasers at me.

I hurt his pride.

He started inching a bit closer to where I was and that was when my eyes caught the CCTV cameras on two of the corners of the room. Right into the trap. He was standing in a blind spot all along,but I guessed that he had already planned the area that he was going to remain in because he stopped moving forward.

"You," He said, his eyes noticeably getting darker which scared me if I had to be honest," Sun Hee, are the coward. You killed Taehyung, tried to manipulate everyone into thinking it was me, when it really wasn't and that hurt me a lot. You know what would make up for the pain I feel right now?"

My heart started thudding in my chest. There was no way this was going to end well.

His lips formed into a slight smirk before his eyes became the darkest it could be," Hurting someone you love and who is it?"

I clenched my fist against the bedpost that was in front of me, feeling my level of anger and hatred rise uncontrollably.

"Park Jimin?" He said slowly, causing my heart to finally explode inside of me. At that, I charged at him, clutching his shirt tight in my fists and pulling his face closer to mine. My fists were shaking with all the fury I felt against this man who had absolutely no remorse.

"Come anywhere near Jimin," I said through gritted teeth before tightening my grip on his shirt," and I'll make sure to stab you in the heart and watch you die."

He gave me an amused smile before putting his hand in his back pocket and pulling something out. A knife.

He used his other hand to rid himself from my grip then placed the knife in my hand and bent down to my level, his lips forming into an annoying smirk.

"I'll make sure to come near Jimin, so you should make sure to stab my heart out of my body," He said before walking backwards.

My grip on the knife tightened as I saw him walk backwards, smiling at me, knowing that I wasn't going to do it.

"I'll make sure to mail you some pictures of his case, so brace yourself. Could be after this encounter, could be-"

"Sun Hee, don't!"

I pulled the knife out at the feeling of a warm liquid getting released onto my hands, its warmth causing me to get back to my senses. With a rapid heart and a shaking body, I dropped the knife onto the floor, and felt tears form in my eyes.

What have I done?

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