Before Byungwoo could register the fact he was now dealing with a different alter, Yoonji jerked her leg up, kneeing him right between his legs at the same time her fist flew and punched the mans temple, sending him to the floor.

She jumped up and didn't give him a chance to recover before bashing her heel against his cheek in a perfect roundhouse.

Byungwoo groaned, his hand cupping his bleeding mouth.

"You stupid, disgusting men." She shook her head, hands on her hips. "How about you bully someone your own size? Like me."

She kicked the mans side, sending him toppling flat to the floor.

Breaking away to the door, she quickly unlocked it and yanked it open, ready to run-

"Whoa!" Park gasped, standing in the way. "What the hell-"

"Move." She put her hand over his face and shoved him aside, not breaking her stride as she raced up the stairs, entering a living room.

She glanced side to side quickly, searching for the exit. Hearing the men shouting downstairs, and then the sound of footsteps racing after her, she bolted in a random direction, finding herself in a kitchen.

Nodding to herself, she spotted the rack of knives and quickly pulled one out, gripping the handle tightly. "Oh yeah, I can make do with this."

"YOON!" Byungwoo shouted.

"Doll!" Came Park's worried cry.

Quickly, Yoonji opened a cabinet under the sink and crawled inside, kicking aside cleaning supplies and shutting the door just as footsteps broke into the room.

"Where the hell did she go?" Byungwoo growled. "That stupid bitch is so fucking annoying!"

"Wait- that was Yoonji?!" Park gasped.

"Fucking find her, you fucking idiot!" Byungwoo shoved Park aside and raced out.

"She couldn't have gotten out, the doors are all locked!" Park called after him, and then his footsteps retreated too.

Doors are all locked, huh? Yoonji thought. Perfect. I've always wanted to break a window.

She waited until the men were so far away in the house that she couldn't hear their footsteps before slowly peeking out of the cabinet.

The kitchen was empty as she crawled out. Don't worry, boys, your superwoman is here to save you now.

She bit the knife between her teeth as she peered around the kitchen door, making sure the living room was clear, before grabbing one of the chairs that sat around the table and picked it up, hurrying to the large window overlooking a spacious green backyard.

She lifted the chair above her head- and cried out in pain when something sharp whipped across her back, slicing her shirt open.

The chair fell from her grasp, as well as the knife, clattering to the floor.

Yoonji caught herself on her hands and immediately turned around to see Byungwoo standing over her, his belt in his hands.

"You call that a slap?" She snapped, feeling the blood trickle down her back. "Yoonie can hit harder than you!"

"You stupid bitch!" He snarled. "After I'm through with you, you won't even be able to walk!"

She rolled her eyes. "Classic. A girl didn't do what you wanted so now you resort to insults and threats. I can't tell what's smaller; your dick or your fragile masculinity."

With a furious growl, he reached down and grabbed her collar, picking her up and slamming her against the wall.

She winced at the pain of the gash hitting the wall, her hands trying to pry the mans own ones off from around her neck.

"All I wanted was forgiveness," Byungwoo hissed. "But if you're all going to be fucking pains in my ass then I'll burn all of you, one by one."

"Harder," She smirked as he choked her. "Way harder."

Park came down the stairs and gasped. "Holy fuck- what are you doing?!"

"Get Yoongi out here." Byungwoo snapped, his arms shaking with his anger and the force he was using to strangle the alter with.

"Get out of my face," Yoonji retorted. "I'm not going to let you hurt my boys, no matter how stupid they are."

Pissed, Byungwoo threw her to the floor and grabbed the chair, breaking it down over the alters back.

Yoonji gasped in pain, hearing something crack.

"No!" Park raced over and shoved Byungwoo aside. "Don't hurt her! She's to be treasured!"

Yoonji didn't have the air in her lungs to say how she would rather be beaten than be treasured by a perverted psycho, but if this dude wanted to get his neck snapped for her, she would allow it.

"Stay out of this!" Byungwoo kicked Park away from him and stormed over to Yoonji, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head up, sitting on her injured back.

She winced in pain and glared at him, spitting in his face. "Fuck you!"

Byungwoo grabbed the knife and held it under the alters neck. "I wanted to fuck Yoongi first, but it might be more ceremonial to break you in first, bitch."

The knife was pressed against her neck sharply, breaking the skin, and blood raced down, staining the already dirty shirt.

"No!" Park gasped. "She's mine!"

"I am no man's!" She screamed, thrashing under Byungwoo.

The pain was excruciating, and though she would never admit it, she could feel her strength weakening as more blood ran down her neck.

Damnit boys, take a fucking vitamin once in a while!

Her head hit the floor with a long groan, her arms shaking as she still tried to get away from Byungwoo.

"Don't just stand there like fucking retard!" Byungwoo growled to Park. "Get some fucking rope already!"

"But-"

"Now!"

Park hurried away, and Byungwoo grabbed Yoonji, hauling her up and forcing her into the kitchen. He pushed her onto another chair, and when Park returned, they both made sure she was fully restrained to it.

"Now," Byungwoo grinned, twisting the knife around in his hands. "To the fun part."

Park frowned. "I think she needs a hospital."

"What she needs is a good dick to fuck some sense into her stupid lesbian brain." Byungwoo huffed, working on cutting her shirt off with the knife.

"Your dick is what made her a lesbian in the first place," Suga replied. He smiled. "Hello, boys."

Byungwoo paused, confusion clear on his face. "The hell..."

"Who's this?" Park was confused. "What happened to Yoonji?"

"You broke her rib." Suga said, his gaze turning dark. "And anything that puts Yoongi in pain or in danger is not allowed, so I'm here to kill you."

"I left you to die!" Byungwoo glared. "How the hell are you back?"

"The likes of you can't kill me." Suga retorted. "Not even close. As long as Yoongi needs me, I will be there for him. Always."

Byungwoo glowered for a few minutes, before smirking and standing up. "We'll see about that."

He handed the knife to Park, before leaving the kitchen.

Nervously, Park held the knife in both hands, pointing it to the alter. "You...you didn't really come back from the dead...did you?"

Suga grinned. "Boo, fucker."

With a yelp, Park ran.

Alone, Suga struggled and tugged against the knots, but the broken rib was a huge hinderance and he couldn't focus, couldn't go full badass mode.

Footsteps echoed, and then Byungwoo returned, holding two things.

He held up the tape, the one that held the timeframe where Suga came to exist.

"You said you would do anything for Yoongi?" Byungwoo raised an eyebrow.

Suga looked at the tape. "I'd die for Yoongi."

Byungwoo grinned, flicking on the lighter and holding it up to the tape.

"Then die."