My hands trembled uncontrollably, and an icy chill seemed to pervade my entire being. My body felt unusually light, and with every breath I took, my lungs protested in anguish, as if they were frozen inside.

I had been consumed by an intense bloodlust, bloodthirsty for revenge. However, now my mind was hazy, my thoughts numbed by the weight of everything that had happened. Just yesterday, I was desperate for this and now nothing matters to me more than Elara.

I needed closure, a way to find peace, even if momentarily, in the chaos. This would be the ultimate act of finality, the end of my violent crusade. I vowed never to pick up a weapon again, perhaps even promising myself to seek help and attempt to heal, perhaps even visiting a psychiatrist.

I was prepared to give up everything for her, but just this once, I had to go through with it. I couldn't love Elara properly or even love myself unless I ended things once and for all. I had never loved myself, always filled with self-doubt and loathing.

Was it possible that I too deserved to lead a life of peace, free from the chaos and turmoil that had consumed me thus far? A burning sensation in my chest made me realize there was a foreign emotion brewing within me: fear.

Fear was a completely foreign concept to me. I had always prided myself on being fearless, but now I found myself paralyzed by an unfamiliar emotion. For the first time in my fucking fucked up life, I am fucking scared. 

Part of me longed to leave everything behind and find solace in Elara's comforting embrace. However, the thirst for revenge consumed me, gnawing at my sanity after a lifetime of waiting. Eleven years had passed, and now that vengeance was within my grasp, Elara stood as a constant reminder of the life that could have been. I had kept my true intentions from her, promising myself that this would all be over soon.

Once this was over, I would take the time to lay everything bare before Elara, maybe even promise to become a better man for her. Perhaps then I would find the courage to confess my love, something I had never been able to utter until this very moment.

My footsteps quickened with every stride, but then, without warning, a sharp pang shot through my back. I let out a pained yelp, crumpling to my knees as a mixture of shock and agony coursed through my body.

My body was wracked with the sensation of electricity coursing through every vein, and I could feel my voice slowly begin to fade away. I gripped the ground desperately, my knuckles turning white as I strained to remain upright.

My gaze lifted, and in that moment, reality crashed in, confirming my worst fears. The police officer, armed with an electroshock gun, approached me, his movements deliberate and menacing. A sense of helplessness engulfed me as more officers closed in, their presence overwhelming.

"Motherfuckers...!"

My eyes widened, and a wave of fear washed over me, consuming every inch of my being. And then, like a switch turning off, darkness swept over my vision, and I crumpled to the ground, consciousness slipping away.

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Eliana stirred from her nap, her eyes slowly opening to a world bathed in the warm, golden glow of the late afternoon sun. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was almost five, marking the end of her peaceful slumber.

She lazily swung her legs off the bed, her movements groggy and slow. With a yawn, she made her way to the washroom, preparing to freshen up after her nap.

The cool water splashed on her face, awakening her senses and washing away the lingering sleepiness. She took a moment to collect herself, feeling more alert and ready to face the rest of what's left of the day. 

Suddenly, realization dawned on her - poor Taehyung! She had been asleep for a solid four to five hours, and no doubt he would be wondering where she had disappeared to. Without wasting any more time, she quickly finished up in the washroom and hastily made her way out.

She opens the closet and couldn't help but pause as she perused the neat array of clothes neatly folded in the closet. Memories of the past flooded her mind, and a small, gentle smile lit up her face. Perhaps things were finally falling into place, everything slowly but surely sorting itself out.

Her eyes darted to the row of beautiful yet simple gowns hanging on one side of the closet. Her gaze lingered momentarily before shifting to the blouses and tops neatly hung on the other side. This is nice. So, living with a brother feels like this? To be carefree and happy?

She pondered for a moment, considering her options. She longed to slip into a dress and make herself presentable for Taehyung, but the chilly weather meant he was probably unwell. Deciding upon a cozy and comforting alternative, she thought, "Maybe wearing something warm and snuggling with him for the rest of the evening sounds wonderful."

Without hesitation, she reached for a comfortable hoodie and a pair of warm trousers, determined to create a cozy and nurturing atmosphere for both her and Taehyung.

After putting on her cozy attire, she gave herself a final once-over in the mirror, making minor adjustments as needed. Finished dressing, she raked her fingers through her hair before pulling it back into a messy bun.

She stepped out with a bright smile on her face, her steps light and eager as she made her way towards Taehyung's room. In her mind, she had already devised a plan to look after him, engage in conversations, and prepare a delightful soup for dinner. And once dinner was over, she envisioned a cozy night filled with cuddles.

She quietly opened the door to Taehyung's room, greeted by complete darkness. The curtains were drawn closed, and the lights remained off. Not wanting to wake him, she left the door slightly open to allow a subtle sliver of light to gently illuminate the room, guiding her path to the bed.

Her hand gingerly brushed the empty sheets, her frown deepening as she realized Taehyung was not on the bed. Quickly, she reached for the lamp and flicked the switch, bathing the room in a warm, soft glow of light.

She meandered towards the bathroom, her voice calling out tentatively, "Taehyung?" She waited for a response, hoping to hear his voice echoing back from within the bathroom, but the silence that greeted her was unsettling.

A sudden shiver ran down her spine as a concerning thought crossed her mind - what if Taehyung had fainted while attending the washroom? Panic welling up within her, she burst into the bathroom, her eyes darting around desperately, but the room was completely vacant.

Confusion etched across her face and she pondered where Taehyung could have gone when he was so unwell. With a sense of urgency, she turned and walked out of the bathroom door, her hopes set on finding him somewhere in the house.

She frantically searched the entire house, enlisting the help of the maids and guards, but no one had seen any sign of Taehyung. Panic gripped her as she rushed towards her brother's room.

She pounded her fist on the door without hesitation, her voice growing restless, "Brother??? Please come out." She paced back and forth anxiously outside the door until it finally swung open, revealing a wide eyed Jimin, clad only in a pair of sweatpants, his bare torso on display. His hair was tousled, and his lips were swollen, accompanied by an array of hickeys scattering across his neck and shoulders.

She was momentarily startled by Jimin's disheveled state, but her worry for Taehyung consumed her thoughts. Jimin gently took hold of her elbows, attempting to soothe her and quiet her down. "Eliana, calm down. Tell me, what's the problem?"

With a mixture of panic and desperation, she shook her head as words failed her. "Brother...please...find him." she managed to say incoherently. Her voice was laced with a sense of urgency, pleading with Jimin for his help in finding Taehyung.

Jimin attempted to soothe her, speaking softly, "Shh...calm down, breathe for me, my moon." she tried to steady her breathing, and the action seemed to help, her nods became more measured as she managed to express her concerns. "Brother!" she began, voice laced with worry, "I woke up and went to Taehyung, but he's nowhere in the house..."

Jimin's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the news. "You're telling me he's not in the house? In his condition, he can barely even stand." he said, disbelief evident in his tone. she shook her head vehemently, confirming her own search. "I've looked everywhere. Guards, maids, everyone - no one has seen him."

Jimin nodded reassuringly, drawing her into an embrace. "It's okay. Come here." he murmured, holding her with soothing assurance. "Leave it to me, hm? Brother will find him for you, okay?"

She allowed herself to be enveloped in Jimin's embrace, finding solace in his words. "He's going to be okay." she told herself quietly, trying to quell her own anxieties. "Maybe he just went for a walk or some fresh air." she reasoned aloud.

Just as Jimin nodded in agreement, reassuring her that Taehyung may have simply gone for a walk, a sudden interruption broke through their conversation. "Taehyung did not go out for a walk." the voice asserted, causing Jimin and Eliana to turn towards the source.

Jimin and Eliana both turned their heads towards the voice, their gazes falling upon one of the block members, Jin. She instantly recognized him as the individual who had guarded her room during her initial stay. Jimin inquired, his expression serious, "Jin, what do you mean by that?"

Jin delivered the information matter-of-factly, "He went to kill someone." Her heart plummeted, the news hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was left completely taken aback. Jimin and Eliana exchanged dumbfounded looks, their expressions a mix of bewilderment and shock at the revelation.

Her voice trembled as she repeated the inconceivable statement, "What do you mean he went to kill...?" Her tone wavered, fear and confusion evident in her words. Jimin stared intensely at Jin. Jimin had his suspicions but now he wanted to laugh, he was tricked, wasn't he?

 Jimin took a few steps nearer, his head tilting slightly as he posed a question. "Why don't you ask your brother?" he repeated, his gaze never leaving Jin's face. "He perfectly knows who he went to kill..."

Her gaze shifted towards Jimin, her eyes widening as she observed the tension in his clenched jaw. From his intense expression, it was clear that Jimin was restraining himself from tearing Jin apart.

Her voice quivered slightly as she whispered out, a sense of panic creeping up within her. "Brother? Where is Tae...?" Her gaze remained fixed on Jimin, silently pleading for him to provide an answer, to quell the growing anxiety that threatened to consume her.

Jimin stood there, stoic, his expression betraying no hint of the answer she sought. The silence that hung between them was deafening, only adding to her mounting worry and confusion.

Frustration and fear welled up within her, and she pushed onward, her voice becoming more insistent. "Tell me where he is!" she demanded. Desperation now evident in her tone.

Jin's single word echoed with cold detachment, "Nowhere." She felt a chill run down her spine at his dispassionate response, his eyes fixed ahead of him, locked onto Jimin. Fear and confusion welled up inside her, but her determination to find Taehyung remained unwavering.

Her words caught in her throat as she made a declaration through gritted teeth, her fear and determination fueling her resolve. "I'll find him myself!" she declared as her voice tremble slightly but still laced with a fierce determination.

"Lock her away, Jin!" he commanded with a steely tone. The color drained from her face, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief as Jimin's words echoed in her ears. Panic surged through her as Jin took a step forward, closing the distance between them. 

Without a second thought, She spun on her heel and darted in the opposite direction, adrenaline pumping through her veins and propelling her forward. Everyone is turning their back on her, why?

Her attempt at outrunning them ended abruptly as Jin's grip encircled her waist, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. Frustration welled up within her, and she kicked and thrashed, desperately struggling to break free from his grasp.

As Jin carried her away, her voice rose in pleading desperation, shouting desperately. "Please, brother, don't do this to me! Please, let me go, brother, please listen to me!" Her pleas echoed through the air, her words laced with a mix of panic and frustration. Jimin remained with his back turned, his expression still emotionless, not acknowledging her cries.

Her voice broke into sobs, her final appeal "Jiminie, please!" echoing softly, its hopefulness slowly fading into despair. Jin carried her away, their steps fading down the hallway until they reached the room.

Jimin turned his gaze towards his room, his expression hardening as he caught sight of Ria, sitting anxiously on the bed with the sheets half-covering her naked body. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and trepidation.

Jin threw her onto the bed, the impact cushioned by the soft surface. Without wasting a moment, she sprung up, attempting to escape, but Jin reacted swiftly, capturing her upper arm and pulling her back towards him with a firm tug.

She vehemently shouted, struggling against Jin's grip, "Let me go! You bastard!" Her voice was laced with anger and frustration as she relentlessly attempted to break free from his hold, her body thrashing and kicking.

Jin's irritation surfaced as he barked at her, frustration etched across his expression. "Stop it! You insolent kid!" he reprimanded, his tone stern and authoritative as he tightened his grip on her arm, trying to restrain her relentless struggling.

Her eyes locked with Jin's, her gaze intense and defiant. "I will not stop!" she asserted. Her voice filled with determination. "You can't just drag me around like this! You let me go, and don't touch me!" She wriggled and squirmed, attempting to break free from his hold.

Before she could register what was happening, Jin suddenly stomped on her feet, causing her to release a cry of surprise and pain. She lost her balance, her body crashing down onto the floor with a thump, landing on her butt and bursting into tears.

Jin's shoulders slumped, an expression of regret crossing his face. He muttered quietly, "Sorry..." before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. She remained on the floor, her tears flowing freely, her feet still aching from the pain and the shock of the sudden attack.

After a moment of intense crying, she attempted to steady herself, checking her feet to assess the damage. Although she was able to stand, she limped slightly due to the pain. Determined to find a way out, she hobbled over to the door and gave the knob a hopeful twist, but unsurprisingly, it refused to budge, remaining stubbornly locked.

She took a moment to survey her surroundings, her thoughts focused and resolute. With determination in her eyes, she silently vowed to herself that she wouldn't give in this time, that she wouldn't remain passive and submissive to the men's commands. She had reached her limit, and there was no turning back.

Her gaze fell upon the window, and a flicker of hope ignited within her as a small smile tugged at her lips. Ignoring the pain, she limped over to the window, her determined gaze focused on the possibility of escape.

She felt a surge of satisfaction as she turned the lock, and it clicked open. She let out an excited squeal inside her mind as she successfully pushed the window open, the faint sound of the lock snapping making her heart race. 

"Duffers..." she mumbles giddily. 

Her heart sank as she looked down, the realization dawning on her that she was on the second story of the house. A wave of frustration washed over her as she mentally cursed her predicament. The fall from this height would undoubtedly lead to a broken bone, if not worse. It seemed like the window escape route was not an option after all until...

Her eyes settled on the dustbin that lay a few feet away from her window. A hint of a plan began to form in her mind, her lips twitching as she considered the possibility.

She quickly threw a pair of shoes out the window, watching them land safely on the ground below. Next, she grabbed a pair of black clothes from the closet and dropped them down as well, hoping that they would remain unnoticed by anyone who passed by. Her plan was unfolding, and with each step, her resolve only grew stronger.

Determination and fear warred within her as she slowly swung her feet out of the window, her grip tight on the grill. Each movement was deliberate, her body trembling slightly as cold air rushed over her face. She knew the risk she was taking, but the will to escape overpowered any sense of hesitation.

She glanced to her side, taking in the narrow ledge connecting the window she just left to the one next to it. It would serve as a precarious foothold, a small platform to maintain her balance as she made her way towards escape.

She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves and releasing a shaky exhale. With a newfound determination, she let go of the window grill and shifted her grip to the wall, her fingers digging into the rough surface for support.

She whispered a silent prayer, her voice laced with desperation. "Please, God!" she murmured, "Help me just this once, and I promise I'll handle the rest on my own."

She hurried along the ledge, her body teetering and balancing with every step. But suddenly, her foot slipped, and a sharp shriek escaped her lips. Instinctively, her hand shot out, grasping the grill of the window she'd almost reached, preventing her from falling.

Her mouth hung open, her heart racing as the adrenaline coursing through her veins began to subside. "That was terrifying." she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be damned if Taehyung doesn't appreciate me later for this."

She looks down to see the garage bin, a smile tug on her lips, it should be easy to jump now. But her smile drops as memories flood her mind. The recollection of the day when she had fallen from a tree returned, but it wasn't just the pain she remembered. That day, she hadn't fallen alone; Taehyung had deliberately taken the fall for her, shielding her from harm. 

She took a deep breath, as she silently psyched herself up. She had faced falls before, but this time she would have to do it alone. Nodding to herself, she steeled her nerves, mentally preparing for the jump ahead.

"TAEHYUNG! I LOVE YOU!" 

The adrenaline kicked in, her heartbeat thudding in her ears as she jumped from the window ledge. Her eyes squeezed shut, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she was soaring through the air. In the chaos of the moment, the thought crossed her mind that this wasn't such a bad feeling after all.

Surprisingly, her fall wasn't painful, and she found herself sinking into a squishy mass. As she lay there, a sense of relief washed over her. Her body relaxed, and a realization hit her suddenly - the second fall had freed her from her lifelong phobia. 

She lay in the soft embrace of the garbage, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Ahhh, Taehyung-ah." she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "I really love you."

Her blissful moment was abruptly interrupted as the reality of her surroundings sank in. With a grimace, she sat up, a wave of disgust washing over her. "Eww!" she muttered, the stench finally registering in her nostrils. "I had completely forgotten that this is a garbage bin."

She clambered out of the dump bin, her gaze darting around to check for any potential onlookers. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she made her way over to the pair of clothes and shoes that she had thrown earlier.

Her urgency overcame any sense of modesty as she quickly shed her previous clothes and donned the new ones, her focus solely on quickly changing and escaping. She didn't pause to consider the possibility of being seen; her concern was to act fast, to think ahead and flee.

She tossed her previous clothes into the bin, wincing slightly at the pain in her feet, but determined to push past it. She then slipped on the shoes, her movements cautious as she turned the corner of the wall, nervously scanning left and right, her eyes vigilant for any signs of danger.

She carefully observed her surroundings, taking note of the guards stationed near the gates. She took a deep breath and chose to move in the opposite direction, walking casually towards the garage area, her steps as stealthy as possible.

As she slipped into the garage, her eyes roamed over the various vehicles that filled the space. Most of them were undoubtedly expensive. More than her existence. 

She proceeded through the garage, examining each car for an open door. Suddenly, her gaze landed on a familiar bike - his Harley. A flicker of recognition passed through her eyes, and she felt a mix of nostalgia and determination welling up inside her.

She approached the bike, her hand tracing the smooth surface of the leather seat, her mind recalling their uncomfortable yet memorable date. A wistful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and a pang of sadness tinged with determination washed over her. Then, a ray of hope struck as she noticed the key still inserted in the ignition.

She had ridden a scooter before, but as she looked at the bike, she tried to reassure herself that the principles should be the same. Maybe it wasn't as difficult as it seemed. With a determined expression, she mounted the bike and began to familiarize herself with the controls, silently hoping that her assumption was correct.

The bike was prepared, the garage was open, and Eliana was determined, but as she glanced at the open garage door, she knew there was one more obstacle to overcome - the front gates. How was she going to bypass them, and the guards stationed there?

"Fuck it!" she mumbles and wear the helmet. 

She turned the ignition, and the bike roared to life, the sound echoing through the garage and reverberating through her body. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation coursed through her veins as the engine revved, setting the stage for her escape bid.

Just as she was about to take off on the bike, the front gates began to swing open ahead of her. She couldn't help but laugh to herself, feeling a strange sense of divine intervention. It seemed as if the gods above were indeed helping her in her escape attempt

She revved the bike's engine, her heart racing as a van entered the already open front gates. Timing was crucial, and she silently counted to herself, anticipating the moment when the guards' attention would be on the incoming vehicle. One... two... three...

As the guards' attention was diverted momentarily by the incoming van, she seized the opportunity. She hit the gas, accelerating at full speed, the bike roaring to life beneath her. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through her veins, and a sharp squeal escaped her lips as the bike glided smoothly and rapidly, propelling her forward with its powerful engine.

She couldn't help but let out a laugh as she soared past the front gates, the distant shouts of the guards fading behind her. A rush of adrenaline surged through her veins, and a sense of recklessness washed over her. It felt good to be so carefree and daring, even just for this brief moment.

With no clear destination in mind, she yielded to the whims of her heart. Her decision-making process was instinctual and impulsive, driven by a blend of determination, passion, and perhaps a touch of recklessness. She didn't know where this path would lead, but she trusted her instincts and let her heart guide her every turn and twist.

The sun steadily descended beneath the horizon, signaling the end of day and the onset of night. As the light gradually dimmed, a prelude to the velvety darkness that would soon envelop the surroundings.

As the sound of police sirens pierced the air, Eliana abruptly halted the bike and whipped her head around to see where the noise was coming from. A wave of worry washed over her.

She followed the direction of the sirens and soon found herself faced with a significant number of police cars gathered in one spot. Several police officers stood nearby, their presence adding to the growing sense of unease that was settling in her gut.

"It can't be him..." She thought.

As she looked at the scene before her, she spotted a body on the ground, being cuffed by the police officer. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, and a mix of fear and realization washed over her.

Her grip on the clutch of the bike tightened, her knuckles whitening, as she observed Jungkook cuffing Taehyung. The reality of the situation sunk in, and a wave of despair washed over her, knowing that Taehyung would be taken away.

As they placed Taehyung in the backseat of the police car and the majority of the police vehicles started to disperse, Eliana took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. She lowered her visor, shielding her face from view, and began to follow them covertly on her bike.

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