They all just fell silent.

"What's the secret I'm missing out on here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to know where I've been for the last two weeks?" Kara broke the silence.
"I've been in bandages, healing broken bruises and ripped skin. I wasn't sick. I was in a car accident. The night after you heard me on call, I was drunk, and I decided to drive. So I've been healing. You prying so much clearly means you knew and I lied to you. I'm sorry, but it seems such a stupid thing to whine about. An accident is an accident."

"Oh.. I'm sorry.. I didn't know.." I said.
She rolled her sleeve up, revealing fresh scars, old scars.
"My window shattered. Sliced me up badly. It hurt like hell. Are you satisfied now? If you care so much about knowing about my parents, they're dead. Have been for years." She said, standing up and storming off.

Gabs glared at me, before following after her.

The boys all just watched her disappear, before turning to me awkwardly.

"I'm sorry.. you just probably shouldn't have asked about it.. her mum died when she was young, and her dad wasn't the best parental figure, so it seemed like he was dead anyway. It's a sensitive topic. You should know. You don't know where your parents are, do you?" Felix commented.

"Yeah... I don't.." I mumbled.

How does he know?

Bang Chan came wandering over.
"What's going on here?" He asked, leaning against Felix's chair.

"Y/N was just asking some questions. An interview really. Anything else you would like to ask?" Seungmin said, face void of emotion.

I had clearly hit a nerve.

"Well.. I believe you've heard of BTS?"

"Kara!!" Gabs exclaimed, knocking on the bathroom door.
She had locked herself in.
This wasn't the first time she had done this either, after talking about her parents.
That's why Gabs was worried.

What a surprise, she was worried about Kara.

Like always.

"Go away!" Kara yelled back, voice muffled by the door.

"I'm not going away until you come out! Come on, what are you doing in there!!" Gabs yelled, knocking against the door.

At this rate, she was going to have to break the door handle.
That wouldn't look suspicious at all, no.

Kara sat with her back against the wall, digging her nails into the palm of her hand.
She could feel the warm tears trickling down her cheeks in rivers, dripping onto her shirt.

"Kill my daughter! Spare me! Please! Just kill that little bitch! I'll be helpful! Kill her! Spare me!" her dad cried, desperate, as he stared into his daughters eyes.

All the love he had was gone.

For his wife, who lay with her head split open beside him, and for his daughter in front of him, crying and screaming in agony.

On the other side of the wall, another young girl was watching.

"Come on dear, let's go." The girls mother said.
"Why! It's getting to the interesting part." She frowned.
"Every death you watch puts more money on your head. So come on." Her mother grumbled, grabbing her daughter by the arm, dragging her away.

Kara was staring at the wall.

She could faintly see through it, at the girl, looking at her.

She felt disgusted.

Then a bang happened, and her dad was dead.

"Just leave her outside the building. Some criminal will pick her off our hands." A man said, putting his gun away.

The gun he used to kill them.

To kill Kara's only family.

"I miss you so much.. but why.. especially you dad.. you wanted to sacrifice me.. I still miss you... why weren't you better.. why wasn't I better..." Kara sobbed, her chest throbbing.

The tears fell to the tiled floor with small splats.

Gabs sat on the other side of the door, listening as Kara cried.

Despite being angry with Kara over.. well, things, it still hurt her to hear her cry.
Especially when she always seemed so strong.

Bang Chan froze, before tilting his head. "Pardon?"
"Do you know about something called BTS? It's a gang I believe." I asked again.
"BTS stands for behind the scenes- if they were a gang it would be a pretty shit name." Minho scoffed.
"Well do you?" I asked again.
"If it hasn't been on the news, I really couldn't help you. Do you have any photos? I'm better at visually recognising things." Jisung asked, titling his head.
"Well, I could tell you that all seven members are in this room- although there might be more. I'm not certain." I shrugged.

"Do you mean us..?" Felix asked, visibly confused.
"No, I mean the pot plants." I scoffed. "All the others. Jungkook. Taehyung. Jimin. Namjoon. JHope. Yoongi. Jin. Am I correct?" I asked again.

"If you're so certain, go ask them. Although, they're quite wasted, so I don't know how well it will go." Seungmin shrugged.

"Fine then. I will." I said, wandering over to Jungkook.
He turned to me, with rosy cheeks, and breath reeking of booze.
"Ah Y/N!!" He said, trying to give me a hug.
I moved out the way, deciding I might as well talk to a less wasted member.

I wouldn't get anywhere if I asked him whilst he was drunk.

So I wandered up to Namjoon.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Sure, go ahead."

"Do you know anything about BTS?" I questioned.

"You mean behind the scenes..?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I believe it's the name of a gang. No idea what it stands for, though."

"I could not say I know much. If they're a gang, they're probably situated in Seoul if they're not well heard of. Say, I can do some digging for you. I'll message you when I find anything, and you can come over, and we can talk. Sound good?" Namjoon asked with a small smile.

"That sounds great." I said, walking off, to sit on a sofa by myself.

There was no way in hell I would go to their house alone, especially after the incident with Jimin's "mum".

Kara unlocked the door, her palms bleeding from her nails.
Gabs grabbed at her hand.
"You idiot. Cut your nails shorter then this won't happen. Come on, let's go downstairs." She huffed, pulling at her arm.

"Give me a second.." Kara mumbled, walking into Y/N's bedroom.

As expected, there was an open notebook on her desk.
It could've been a diary, but that doesn't matter.
She opened it, flipping to a random page, scrawling a message.

"Let me answer all your questions. Meet me on the x/x/xxxx at 4:30pm. I'll give you the address at school later.

-K"