I looked into the eyes of the man I had stabbed, my body shaking vigorously as his hands rested on both my shoulders, my lungs failing to take in air. My vision started getting clouded by tears as I saw the way he looked down slightly at his wound before he started coughing up blood. His body started sliding down as his muscles started to die down slowly, causing me to grab his arm.

Before I even knew it, I found myself shedding down tears at his state as I tried to keep him standing, but he kept shuffling backward, his legs failing miserably at keeping his body standing still. In no time, he was already on the ground, his chest heaving, his mouth releasing a warm, dark, red liquid as I sat next to him with my shaking hands hovering over his almost lifeless body not knowing what to do. I tried to apply pressure on his wound, but the trembling of my hands wasn't helping at all. A series of loud cries and mourns filled the room as I kept my hands pressed on his wound, watching the way my hands got stained with more of his blood and the way he was eyeing me.

"I-It's-" He tried to say before coughing out more blood, causing me to freak out even more.

I looked up at the man standing in front of me who was showing no care in the world to what was happening. He just stood there, his back leaning against the wall behind him, his eyes fixed on me as I cried.

"Why aren't you helping?! He is dying!" I shouted at him, feeling my throat get sore.

He shrugged at me before putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the wall in front of him," I wasn't the one who stabbed him."

"P-please," I begged as I released a couple of hiccups, my head starting to spin the more I cried, and the more I looked at the blood staining my hands.

"Ahjussi," I cried after the man who easily deserted me when I needed him the most, my petite, blood-stained hands finally getting a hold of his leg," Please help me."

My head shot upward towards the door the moment I heard noises outside before it landed on Hoseok whose body had already left the wall and was prepared to desert me. I eyed him with disbelief as he squatted down next to me, his devilish eyes meeting mine before grabbing the knife off the floor and flipping it around his fingers as though it was a pen. His lips formed into a smirk before he pointed the knife downwards and inched his face a bit closer to mine, the body of the bleeding man acting as a barrier between our bodies.

He let out a smirk as he saw the way I was scared to my core, but at the same time, desperate for help. I wanted to save him just as much as I wanted to get out of there before someone came in and caught me sitting in a pool of his blood.

He eyed me for a while before sticking the knife back into the spot where I first stabbed Jin causing him to grunt loudly in pain and cough out more blood, his body getting drained from all colors it contained.

"You shouldn't have taken that out," he said before slightly touching the wound with his middle finger, staining it with Jin's blood, then looked at it before showing it to me, "Tsk, look at what you have done."

My whole body froze as I saw Jin gasping for air, his body trembling slightly, his eyes releasing tears which mixed well with the blood sliding down his mouth. His fingertips were begging to touch mine, shaking as they tried to stretch themselves out to reach my hand.

"What do I do?" I asked myself as I cried, my eyes running all over Jin's body before it scanned the room rapidly.

Why didn't I go outside and ask for help when there was definitely no way out of this? I didn't know. Maybe my desire to save him wasn't as strong as my desire to save myself, but wasn't it natural? Oh yeah, I'm the one to answer this question, but not when I was terrified. Not when I was vulnerable. Not when in my mind I was simply just 'Sun Hee' without my title as 'Psychologist'.

I looked up at Hoseok as helpless as I possibly could be, my eyes searching all over his body for something I could use to help Jin from dying.

"Give me your shirt," I demanded before standing up and aggressively clutching his shirt. He held my wrist tightly before pushing it away, causing my whole body to stumble backward.

I held my wrist in pain before eyeing his inhumane self in anger, fire rising through my heart at how heartless he was. However, before I could think of my next step, I found him taking off his jacket, an indifferent expression ruling over his face as he tied it around the knife as tightly as he could. Once he was done, he looked at the door behind us as we heard the sounds approaching the room.

Before I could even register what was happening, I found him holding my wrist tightly and pulling me up to my feet, his other hand on my back as he tried to lead me forward, but I kept resisting.

"What are you doing?! We can't just leave him here like that!" I shouted at him as he tried to pull me along, but no matter what I said, he wouldn't stop trying to get me to move with him.

"Hoseok stop!" I screamed angrily at him before he finally dropped my wrist aggressively.

"What does it look like I'm doing?! I'm trying to help you!" He shouted back, his voice progressively getting darker alongside his eyes the angrier he got," Should I just leave you here then? It isn't hard to realize that you are the one who stabbed him so might as well run away while you got the chance!"

"But does it matter? If I run-" I started but got interrupted by a loud, clear sound from behind the door. Without even realizing it, I found myself getting dizzy and I fell down, my whole vision turning black, and all my senses shutting off.

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Is it my fault? Is it because of me this time as well? Did I really kill someone?

But he isn't dead, and it wasn't your fault. You had no intention of stabbing him. He was the one who got in your way.

But I did stab him. Do my intentions matter? I was still intending on stabbing someone, it was just the person who changed.

But he was innocent. He was only trying to stop you from getting into more trouble, but little did he know that you would've been in a much better situation had you stabbed Hoseok instead.

So? Does that make me a murderer?

You already are a murderer. Don't you ever dare forget who you are.

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Hello my lovelies!

New update!

I'm really sorry for the delay, but I guess I had a serious case of writer's block. I literally kept opening this chapter and was not capable of writing anything, so I'm really sorry.

I'll do my best to make it up to you!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter though!

Thank you so much for your support!

-R