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The next morning, you were in your bathroom, staring at the bandage covering the gash on your stomach. You wondered if you were really about to do what you told yourself you would, then you started doing it. You took the bandage off and threw it away, not bothering to clean the blood that was already making its way down your stomach.

You put your shirt down and felt it stick to your wound, so you took a deep breath and walked out of your bedroom. You went to the kitchen and walked passed the boys, but not fast enough for them to not notice your bloody shirt.

"Y/N, you're bleeding." Jisung said.

He grabbed your arm and got in front of you, and you made direct eye contact with him. "I know. Chan come with me and bring a towel, please."

You continued past him and down into the basement, where you flipped the light on and found ByungChul staring at the floor blankly.

"I'm by myself now." You stated.

"You left me here in the dark. No deal." He replied.

Chan walked down into the basement, and you subtly motioned for him to stand behind ByungChul. "The longer you hold out, the longer you'll be sitting here in the dark."

He didn't reply, but once he noticed the blood on your shirt, he looked up at you. "You're bleeding."

You looked down, as if you were unbeknownst to the fact. You hummed in a surprised manner and walked up to him, leaning over him to grab the towel from Chan. You noticed how ByungChul flinched away from you as far as possible.

You pressed the towel to your wound and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you. "Scared of blood?"

"N-no."

You sighed and leaned in. "I thought you wanted to see me bleed, ByunChul. Tell me if I'm wrong, or I'll take this towel off-"

"I didn't want to see you bleed, your father did!" He yelled.

"Why?!"

"I don't know! He wanted to see your mother bleed, too!"

You leaned back in shock, the words hitting you like a train. Moments from that dreadful day flashed in your head, and you finally realized what was going on.

You threw the towel down in rage and grabbed ByunChuls shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Are you telling me that my father ordered for my mother to be murdered?!"

"Yes!"

"Were you part of it? Because if you were, ByunChul-"

Chan had pulled you away from him, since you hadn't noticed how angry you were truly getting.

"Me nor DaeJung were involved." He said. "But I know the men who were."

"Tell me their names." You growled.

"For a deal." He smirked.

"You're working for the man that killed an innocent woman. No deal." You snapped. "You tell me those names, and maybe I'll talk to the judge about your prison sentence."

"You're putting me in prison!"

You scoffed. "Did you really expect me to let you go so you can ruin more lives? Absolutely not."

He looked down at his lap in defeat as you and Chan went back upstairs. Everyone was looking at you curiously, and you pressed the towel that you picked back up to your stomach.

"What was all the screaming about?" Seungmin asked.

"My father ordered for my mother to be murdered." You said. "And he knows the men that killed her."

"You never told me that she was murdered, Y/N." Jisung spoke up.

You sighed tiredly. "You didn't ask."

It went quiet, then Jisung grabbed your arm and took you to the bathroom. He helped you sit up on the sink and took the first aid kit out, setting it on the counter. He lifted your shirt up, just above your wound, and started cleaning it for you, then he bandaged it once he deemed it clean enough.

"Take your shirt off." He said. "I'm giving you mine."

You were a bit taken back at his statement. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Don't you need something else to fantasize about, rather than Minho's body?" He smiled, and you laughed as you hit him with your shirt. "Fine, I'll go get you a different one."

He left and came back a few moments later, giving you one of his t-shirts to wear. You slipped it on and hopped off the counter, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Jisung."

His cheeks got hot as he watched you walk out of the bathroom, then he followed after you. Both of you sat in the living room with everyone else, and you closed your eyes to fully take in the silence.

"So, I know this was yesterday," Minho started. "But are we gonna talk about how you kissed Jisung right in front of us?"

"I didn't plan on it." You replied, not bothering to open your eyes.

"Since when did you kiss Jisung?" He questioned.

You finally opened your eyes and looked over. "Since I told him the meaning behind my tattoo."

"Oh," he smirked. "So it was one of those moments in a super cheesy movie, where a really sappy story is told, then it ends in a hot make out session?"

Jisung laughed and pointed accusingly at Minho. "You're jealous!"

You were in the basement, sitting in a chair as you stared ByungChul down. "Are you going to tell me the names?"

"Not if you put me in prison."

"Look," you sighed. "I will talk to the judge and tell them that you cooperated with me, if you do, that is."

He contemplated for a moment. "Park Jinwoo and Joshua Kim."

You nodded slowly and went back upstairs, calling Changmin. "Y/N- I haven't heard from you for days."

"Sorry, sir. I've been a little bit busy on my end."

"Like being thrown into a lake?"

You narrowed your eyes at his statement. "Yes, like being thrown into a lake, but I have one of the men that did it in custody. Can we arrange for his arrest?"

It was quiet for a moment. "In the morning, yes."

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