Week #3, angst prompt:
"Go on run, there 's nowhere you can go nor hide."

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Entertainment: YG ent.
Group: Roayl Crown
Member: Kimmie
Title: Run

Kimmie blinks her eyes a couple of times, her blurred vision has finally returns normal.

She stares at her hands that are stained with red liquid-namely blood.

Her breathing is suddenly haggard and she feels a sudden rush of emotions inside her, eating her up whole.

All of the sudden, the memories from last night filled her mind and unknowingly, a crystal clear tear slides down her left cheek.

The sudden regret, the sudden realization and the sudden conscience that are appearing out of nowhere are making her anxious.

I wish I could've turn back the time.

She fishes out her phone from her pockets and leans against the dirty wall of an abandoned building located deep inside the woods, away from any sorts of corruption.

Her fingers speed off punching numbers on the screen and she waits patiently until the voice that she has been missing so much to hear.

"Kimmie?"

At the cue of his loving and calm voice, she let out a soft sob.

"Kimmie! What's wrong?" he asked, his voice is coated with concern.

The memories from last night plays like a blockbuster movie.
Her sobs are getting louder and she couldn't hold it anymore.

She cries, mentally wishing that he is here by her side to comfort her face to face, instead of talking to the phone like this.

"Where are you?" Donghyuk is being more and more anxious at the other side that he has already grabbed his car key and rushed straight from their shared apartment.

"Donghyuk, listen," Kimmie somehow managed to compose herself but still the tears aren't able to be ceased.

By now, Donghyuk is already in the car, already driving through the empty streets of Seoul.

"Tell me where are you. I'm going to fetch you up," he tries to calm her down. Kimmie bites her lips in frustration.

"Donghyuk! It's no use!" she suddenly snaps.

Donghyuk is startled by her sudden outburst that he puts the car on halt. Good thing there are no other vehicles other than his.

"What do you mean Kimmie?"

Kimmie takes a deep sigh.

"I killed them,"

Donghyuk's breath hitched. His grip on the steering wheel becomes tighter and he feels like his head is spinning around.

"W-What?!"

"I killed them, Donghyuk! I killed Wonwoo and Hari with my own hands!"

Silence creeps in between their conversation.

[a few years later]

Chanwoo let out a snort as he watches Kimmie and Donghyuk that are staring at each other.

Chanwoo knows their dirty little secret.

He knows how Kimmie killed Jeon Wonwoo and Park Hari, two people who back stabbed her during high school.

Donghyuk and Kimmie had known each other for a long time but they kept it secret.

For what reason, Chanwoo doesn't know.

He found out about their affair accidentally a few years back, when Donghyuk spilled everything to him-he was drunk and half-conscious.

Chanwoo, being the good kid he is, he decided to keep it a secret from everyone.

And by the looks that Kimmie and Donghyuk are exchanging, they did it.

They did it again.

They were on the hunt again, going out all night for a killing spree.

A thought flashes across Chanwoo's mind and a smirk creeps up to his face.

"Go on run. There's no place for you to go or hide anyway,"

Chanwoo swears to himself that someday-maybe soon-he'll reveal their secret and watch their world shatter into pieces.

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Entertainment: JYP ent.
Group: Bittersweet
Member: Cherry
Title: Angst

The moment Kim Yoon knew she was screwed was when she decided to stand up for her only friend and protect her from bullies.

All her life, she's faced with constant transferring of schools; the longest being about two years, while the shortest was six months. During those periods, she decided to stop bothering herself to make friends.

Simply ignore those things around you, act lile you don't care, and be a complete bystander with no goals in life.

The loneliness always got to her, the depression and anxiety followed after, but then again, she had no one to talk to, to consult to, to express herself.

That is until now.

And that's how she ended up at school at almost eleven in the evening.

Yejin was the name of her only friend, and despite being an extremely friendly and outgoing person, she was bullied, extremely and severely to the point that Yoon didn't want to be a bystander anymore. She just didn't want to continue watching and staying in the shadows all her life.

"Meet us at school if you want to settle this." The bullies' voice still lingered in her ears, sending a strange feeling up her spine as she entered the classroom where they asked her to meet at.

The classroom was especially scarier in the night, with the moon's bright light entering the classroom, illumintaing everything and making them more eerie than they already were.

What was scarier was the group of people gathered in the teacher's table, whom she identified them to be as Hyeri, Jungji and Bora, also known as the bullies.

What was even scarier than the appearance of the three devils themselves, were the several unidentified men seating near them, giving off a dangerous vibe.

All Yoon wanted was to make friends, to finally be happy and get out of the hole she called depression. But now, all she felt was fear.

"Yoon is here!" One of them announced, her tone laced with mockery. The rest applauded as if she was some lab rat, especially when their eyes preyed on her like vicious beasts.

"This is all for her, the only person who bothered to be my friend," she silently motivated herself and continued walking inside the classroom, to the place where they were at.

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes soon filled up her system as she went nearer. They only laughed at her weak reaction.

"Yoon, we'll forgive you and your friend," the first one spoke out, making Yoon's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Really?" They laughed even more, as if everything in the world seemed humorous to them.

"Only if you come and meet these guys we brought to you." There was something in their tone that Yoon didn't like, something malicious maybe.

Her eyes then diverted towards to the three male, all dressed in black with nasty looks in their eyes.

She shyly greeted them, remembering that all of this had a purpose, to free her only friend and herself from these people capable of destroying their lives.

It was until one of the boys started inappropriately touching her, that she decided to run. She noticed their knives lying on the tables as she ran out, sprinting down the hallways, using the moonlight as her guide.

"Go on run, there's nowhere else you can run nor hide. We'll find you anyways!" Their voices echoed everywhere that Yoon didn't know where they were at.

In the end, she was surrounded at the rooftop with all the three boys cornering her. She was at the ledge, a few minutes away from instant death.

Her clothes were ripped in some places, her hair disheveled.

"Go on kitty, either kill yourself or come to oppa's arms," they joked, twirling their knives freely.

Yoon just didn't know. She didn't know what was better; they were equally bad. But then Yoon thought of all the uneventful things that had happened to her in her entire life; her choice to include rape in that.

But she succeeded in her goal anyways, to make a friend. It wouldn't matter anymore.

So she jumped.

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Entertainment: Big Hit ent.
Group: Crush
Member: Sica
Title: Worth It?

Today. I was called in to cover for my friend. I had to leave my little bundle of joy at day care.

I'm a banker and my husband...he passed away when my little boy, Taehyung, turned 2 years old. It was not my husband's choice. You see, he was paralyzed when a car crashed into us while we were on our way to Disneyland. Baekhyun was practically a vegetable. After Taehyung turned 5, I decided that it was best if my husband no longer suffered. I pulled the plug, there was nowhere to run nor hide, I cried because of the pain in my heart. He couldn't and will never wake up so what's the point.

I opened the door in front of the bank,

"Hey Jess, i'm glad that you're early, i need help " said Namjoon, my boss. Even when Baekhyun was still alive, I've always had a small crush on him. We had more than a boss-employee relationship.

"I like this girl and I want to tell her how I feel, but I have no idea how, can you help me please?"

My face dropped, but I still managed to fake a smile. "Sure. Just tell her you love her, she wouldn't care how you tell her if she feels the same"

"Well that was direct, that is one of the things that I like about you, you are very straight-forward. Well don't wait for me, I will be out the whole day," he said then left the building. I wish I was that girl, but nope, that will never happen. I opened the building and the day went by.

I suddenly received a call from my son's daycare, and from that, I already have a bad feeling about it.

"Mrs. Byun, I hate to break this to you, but your son has been kidnapped. We did our best to stop the kidnappers, but they all had armors. I'm so sorry."

And that's when my world came crashing down. My son was the only one I have. He was just a kid who still has a bright future ahead of him.

I was hopeful that he is still alive, so I ran to the daycare and saw cops from outside. My son's caretaker pointed at me and the cops came closer, one of them spoke,

"Mrs. Byun, your son, Byun taehyung, was found drowned by a nearby river, it was on purpose, the man has not yet been caught, but we are working on it."

I was frozen after that. The cops took me to my home and I started to destroy everything. At the same moment, I got a text message. It was from Namjoon:

Thank you for your advice, I told her i love her and now we are engage, you are a great FRIEND.

I threw my phone across the room. And it shattered. I grabbed a pill bottle that was for my depression and took one tablet. Then it turned to four then seven, until it came to the point where all the pills were down my throat. I don't care anymore. I had no one left. I don't have anyone to run to when I'm in need, and there is nowhere you can run nor hide without experiencing pain. But that won't be me anymore. Goodbye.

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Entertainment: Starship ent.
Group: TF7
Member: KimR
Title: Fan Site

"You're pathetic Joon. Friggin pathetic!"

He stared into his own reflection. "You don't deserve the oxygen you know? Your existence itself is useless!"

Unkempt hair, unwashed face... Goodness gracious!

"Kim Namjoon, the famous lyricist is in an emotional pinch!" Hah, that's what he gets for fucking up my heart. Too bad he gets the pity, he's the one who fucked up.

Kim Namjoon, the icon of charisma, had whole heartedly rejected and cursed at his loyal fan site master. Only after he discovered it's a he instead of she.

Openly accusing him as a gay. Namjoon, what you've done?

A knock on the door snapped him out from his trance. Lifelessly aimed towards the door, he slid it fully open.

The person behind the door clearly witnessed a horrifying state Namjoon was currently in.

"Namjoon, is that you?"

Namjoon eyed the male in front of him skeptically. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jin."

Shit.

Namjoon can't process anything. Instead he fell to Jin and hugged him tightly almost to death. "N-Namjoon-sshi, c-can't breathe!"

"N-no! Am not letting you go! Not after all those words I said to you. And you disappear before I can apologize!"

In any other normal circumstances, Jin would definitely push this horrible man away. But, just like it had been stated in the will. He need to do this. He need to help Kim Namjoon get his glory back.

Just as person asked him to.

"Namjoon-sshi. That's all in the past. I forgive you. Stop acting like this,"

"Y-you what?"

"I forgave you. So now I want you to release me, clean yourself and..." he showed three pink Tupperware's. "Let's eat?"
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They both ate in silence. Namjoon took this chance to admire his ex-fan site master.

'Something 'bout him is odd'

After their simple packed meal, Jin brought out his DSLR. "I don't know if I had gone rusty. But, will you smile for me?"

Namjoon nodded and flashed his natural smile.

'No. This is not how "Jin" would take my picture.'

'That's not how he held his camera.'

Then, something clicked. "You're not Jin!"

The other guy froze. Almost losing his grip on the camera. "I- I... c-can explain!" He tried to negotiate.

Namjoon was furious, "Spill..."

"I-I'm Kim Suyeol. Seokjin's brother. H-he's the one who ask me to check up on you,"

"Why?" The lyricist was still hungry for answers.

Suyeol fidgeted. "H-he said to do it if you're being inactive after 3 months he'd been a-away..." the last part turned into a whisper.

"Away to?" Namjoon didn't like this situation at all.

Sunyeol stared at him right thru his soul. And that's when he saw small trace of Seokjin's soul within that irises.

"He's dead. And he left this for you,"

A Polaroid. He was singing. His last stage before going hiatus.

"Hey, RM. Live your life the way you want. You're inspirational. I like you."