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I gradually opened my eyes to find myself enveloped in a chilling coldness, as if my bones themselves were freezing. The surroundings were pitch-dark and empty, the only thing visible being the blank walls that enclosed the space. I strained my eyes, trying to discern my surroundings in the dim light and figure out where I was.

I felt a parched sensation in my throat as my mouth felt dry, adding to the overwhelming sense of suffocation. In my desperate attempt to move, I felt something restraining me, forcing me to stay in position.

 As I looked down, I realized that my hands were cuffed to the chair I was sitting on. This realization only heightened my confusion and frustration. With a dry laugh, I muttered to myself, "What kind of sick joke is this?"

I tried to wrack my brain, desperately trying to recall what had happened before I ended up in this situation. Yet, my mind was frustratingly blank, filled with nothing but confusion and a fog of amnesia. I struggled to piece together the events that led me to this point, my thoughts muddled and disoriented.

Suddenly, a single name flashed through my mind, piercing the haze of confusion like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Elara." Her name echoed in my head, stirring a mix of emotions. Memories slowly began to resurface, and the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place.

The memories came flooding back. Yes, I had brought Elara back with me, and I was exhausted. As I tried to recall the final moments before I lost consciousness, a chilling realization settled within me like a weight of ice. Someone had struck me from behind, causing me to black out.

Whoever had hit me had done so in Jimin's house. But who could it have been? My mind raced, trying to think of anyone who might have a reason to attack me. The police? No chance...

My train of thought was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, revealing a dim figure in the doorway. I strained to make out their identity in the half-light. I squint my eyes at the direction. 

The individual emerged fully into the room, and my eyes fell on Jimin, his features coming into focus in the dim light. He stood there, face-to-face with me, his expression devoid of emotion, mirroring my own blank facade.

A strange feeling stirred within me, a feeling I couldn't quite put into words. It wasn't a pain in my heart, but my mind struggled to comprehend the situation before me. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but deep down, the thought of betrayal gnawed at me like a worm burrowing through soil.

"Why?" I ask blankly.

Jimin, the Jimin whom I had once known, the Jimin who used to smile brightly upon seeing me - he was nowhere to be found. In front of me stood a version of him that was foreign, devoid of any hint of warmth or familiarity.

"I don't have the patience for this. Why am I tied?" I speak calmly as I can. I see something shift in his posture and then it comes clear, his face contorts up in sheer anger.

In the blink of an eye, my head was snapped to the side as Jimin's hard fist connected with my face. My vision blurred momentarily as the force of the blow struck me square in the jaw. 

Despite the pain and the momentary daze brought on by the punch, an incredulous chuckle escaped my lips. I tasted something warm and metallic in my mouth - no doubt blood. My vision was hazy, and my mind began to grow unfocused, as if slipping into a dreamlike state.

My words came out sounding more confident than I felt, my voice tinged with a hint of arrogance. "That's all you've got, huh?" I taunted, playing off the impact of his punch even though I knew that one more strike would likely send me into unconsciousness.

As Jimin made a move to lunge towards me, a sudden voice broke through the silence, calling out desperately. "No, brother, stop!" The familiar voice rang out, causing my ears to perk up, startled. I furrowed my brow, attempting to place the voice, but my mind struggled to concentrate through the fog of pain and confusion.

Jimin stood before me, his fist suspended in the air, frozen in mid-strike. I strained to make out anything beyond his silhouetted form, my limited sight adding another layer of frustration to my already precarious situation.

As Jimin turned, my eyes fell upon her... Elara. My girl. The sight of her worried expression etched onto her face sent a shockwave through me, momentarily forgetting about Jimin's betrayal and the pain in my jaw. In that instant, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was her.

She looked fresh, with a clean appearance and a change of clothes. I couldn't help myself from breaking into a stupid grin as I laid eyes on her. She looked fresh, with a clean appearance and a change of clothes. I let my guard down, dropping my usual facade, and allowed her to approach me. Her hands gently cupped my cheeks, her touch a soothing balm to the chaos swirling within me.

I fucking love her...

The momentary pleasure of her touch faded away as she withdrew her hand from my face. My eyes opened, my expression shifting to disappointment. I followed her gaze to see her looking to the side, and when I turned my attention to Jimin, his terrified face filled my sight.

The sight of Jimin's shocked expression puzzled me. What could possibly be the reason for such a reaction? Could it be that he was surprised that I had a girl? The thought struck me as absurd, but his expression was undeniably one of shock and fear.

Jimin's voice pierced through the air, firm yet tinged with fear as he spoke up. "Eliana, tell me this is a joke..." My brows furrowed in confusion as his words reached my ears. How did he know her name? The realization dawned on me slowly, and I turned my gaze to Jimin, my mind struggling to make sense of this unexpected connection.

An ominous sense of dread began to creep into my consciousness as I watched Elara shake her head in response to Jimin's question. They seemed to know each other, a connection that sent a shiver down my spine. But if Jimin had nothing to do with her, why was he pretending to know her? The unanswered questions multiplied, adding to my growing unease.

My anger flared within me at Jimin's swift movement as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself. The sight ignited a burning sensation within me, and I felt a surge of protectiveness rise up. Without thinking, I shouted out to him, "Get your hands off her, you bastard!"

I observed helplessly as she made no attempt to break free from Jimin's grip, seemingly comfortable in his hold. The lack of resistance from her only heightened my growing sense of unease, and my mind raced with questions. Why wasn't she speaking up? Why wasn't she protesting or trying to get away from him? The uncertainty filled me with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Despite my efforts to remain calm and composed, a feeling of helplessness washed over me as I sat there, bound by the cuffs to the chair. If only I could free myself, I would have torn Jimin apart for daring to lay his hands on what belonged to me. The anger and frustration simmered within me, my entire being aching to break free and defend what was rightfully mine.

"I will warn you for the last time, get your hands off-" My protest was abruptly halted as her words rang out, her voice cutting through the air. "Tae... Jimin is my brother." My mind froze, her words reverberating in my ears. A million thoughts raced through my head, my emotions swirling like a storm inside me. Her brother? Jimin was her brother?

As I observed them closely, the resemblance between them became undeniable. Their skin tones were practically identical, and I could now see the unmistakable signs of familial connection. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I inwardly scoffed at myself for my earlier assumptions. Jimin's actions made sense now, he did not betray me, I betrayed him.

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I couldn't help wincing as block 3 (aka Jhope) pressed the ice pack against my tender cheek. "Fucker, can't you be a little gentle?" I complained, feeling the stinging sensation as he applied the cold pack harder. He shot back with a scoff, clearly not amused by my grumbling.

"Seriously, I thought the block 5 chick would have a more dominant name. What the hell is 'Ria'?" he teased, finding endless amusement in the fact that my name hardly matched my fiery personality.

"Shut up." I muttered in a low voice, my eyes narrowing in irritation. He simply made a show of zipping up his mouth, clearly unbothered by my glare and finding pleasure in getting under my skin.

I snatched the ice pack from Jhope's hand and leaned back in the chair, carefully applying it to my injured cheek. The pain flared momentarily as I pressed it against my bruised skin. "That bastard hit me too hard when I caught him. Taefuckhyung" I muttered under my breath, a mixture of irritation and annoyance tingeing my voice.

Jhope couldn't contain his laughter at my comment, his infectious chuckle filling the room. I rolled my eyes, already fed up with his reaction. I heard a few chuckles from the other side of the room, likely Block 4 (aka Namjoon) enjoying the situation.

My thoughts wandered as I leaned back in the chair, recalling the events from earlier. I couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness and sadness that enveloped me when Eliana had looked at me with disdain. It pained me to see her look at me that way, and a pang of guilt tugged at my heart. It was my duty to protect her with all my being, but I couldn't help craving her friendship—the chance to be more to her.

My thoughts continued to swirl, guilt gnawing at me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had deceived her, just like those who came before me. But deep down, I reassured myself that it was all for her own good—for her protection and well-being. However, I couldn't deny the bitter taste of self-doubt that lingered in my mind.

Jhope's voice broke through my thoughts, his question cutting through the silence. "Where is Block 2? I haven't seen him in ages!" he exclaimed. Namjoon coolly responded, his voice calm and composed. "He's busy with his own mission," he stated matter-of-factly.

A realization washed over me as I suddenly remembered the last time, I had seen Block 2. It had been before he went to submit the recorder to the police station. The memory sharpened my focus, and a sense of intrigue settled in my mind. What were his plans?

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I stared at her in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the words she had just spoken. "Wait, you're with Taehyung?" I blurted out, my voice tinged with shock. Frustration simmered within me as she nodded, confirming the unexpected revelation. I couldn't believe it, my sister expressing interest in a serial killer.

The thought sent waves of anger and disbelief coursing through me. I ran my fingers through my hair, pacing back and forth, trying to make sense of it all. Why couldn't she see the danger she was getting herself into? I had shielded her for so long, and now she was willingly putting herself in danger. It felt like a mockery of my efforts to protect her.

My protective instincts flared as I vehemently voiced my objections. "No, no matter how dear Taehyung is to me, I can never give my own sister to him! He's not in his right mind; that man is a mental patient." The words spilled out in a firm tone; my determination evident in my voice as I attempted to reason with her.

I noticed the tremors in her lips and the tears welling up in her eyes. I knew what was coming—the stubborn determination that mirrored my own. She spoke up, her voice laced with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "Just because you came into my life today doesn't mean you get to decide for me." Her words echoed in the air, and I had anticipated this reaction.

I clenched my fists, exerting every ounce of control to subdue my frustration. It wasn't directed at her; it was toward Taehyung. With a deep exhale, I steadied my voice, speaking in a calmer tone. "I was in your life, whether you accept it or not, Eliana. I'm not imposing my decisions on you; just don't let this love blind you." My words carried a warning, a plea for her to see reason.

I watch her falter and I wrapped my arms around her slender frame, feeling her clutch onto my shirt as she unleashed her emotions. I held her tightly, taking comfort in the feeling of being her brother. It felt right, having her in my embrace, offering solace in her moment of vulnerability.

"Brother... I'm so sorry... I can't leave him for you..." I held her tighter, torn between the bittersweet joy of being called her sibling and the pain brought by her unwavering attachment to Taehyung.

"Brother, I respect what you did for me; I feel ungrateful hearing whatever you did. It feels as if I owe you big one." she said. I shook my head firmly, tightening my embrace around her. "No, no!" I replied, my voice muffled against her hair. "I would never ask anything from my sister in return for my responsibilities. It's my duty, my role to protect you."

I felt her body tremble as she sniffled, her voice breaking as she spoke. "Brother... Can I ask you something... just this once?" she said, the vulnerability in her tone tugging at my heartstrings. I pulled her closer, my protective instincts taking over, and gently stroked her hair. "Of course," I replied softly. "You can ask me anything."

"Please, don't separate me from Taehyung!" she wept on my chest, her sobs mirroring the pain within me. I held her tightly, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. How could I stand by and watch her willingly endanger herself? Yet, how could I deny her what I knew she desired, even if it came at the cost of her safety?

I felt a deep pang of helplessness as I held her close, a whisper escaping my lips. "You're putting me in hell for this, Eliana." I murmured into her hair. The mix of love and anger, protection and doubt, was driving me absolutely insane. I wanted to bundle her up and shield her from everything, away from Taehyung and all the potential harm he posed. But I also knew I couldn't keep her hidden forever.

"What if he breaks your heart?" I asked, my voice heavy with concern. She responded quickly, "Then I will let you deal with everything. I promise." Her words hung in the air, a solemn vow that both reassured and terrified me. I wondered if it was a promise she could truly keep.

My thoughts swirled like a tempest in my mind, but deep down, I knew I couldn't deny her. I shut my eyes, feeling powerless against her unwavering determination. How could I deny my sister something she clearly desired, even if it meant risking her heart and safety? I silently resigned myself to the reality of the situation, knowing that all I could do was be there to pick up the pieces if things turned out as I dreaded.

Note: Hurrahhh, I am going to unwind the secrets one by one after this, like the big big secrets. be ready and please appreciate me for updating sooner! 👉👈  ummwaahh I love y'all!