The weekend which seemed like forever had finally ended and before I knew it, so was the school day on Monday.

All I wanted to do was keep myself busy so that I could forget about what happened on Friday night. Images of blood and a blonde haired boy flashed through my mind. I didn't even know what to do or who to tell. Everybody except me already knew he was that kind of guy. Everything seemed to make sense now; the way people talked about him. But if everybody knew he was this type of person, why wasn't he locked away?

Before leaving the school building to go home, I went to my locker to fetch a few books which I thought could keep my mind busy.

When I reached my locker, I noticed three guys hanging around my locker. It was the same boys from the first day of school, except there were only three of them. One, a tall and slender boy, was busy getting books out of his locker while another, a bit short for his age and chubby yet still tough looking, was speaking with him and another boy, short and skiny, was listening and waiting for them to finish up.

I tried getting to my locker but the chubby tough-looking boy's head was in the way.

"E-excuse me," I said. "C-could I get to my locker, please?"

The boy stopped talking and turned around to look at me then turned back and continued talking with his friends, not moving, as if I wasn't there.

"Sorry, but I need to open my locker," I said, tapping on his shoulder nervously.

He turned to look at me once again with an annoyed what-the-hell look as if I had yelled at him. "Alright, chill, chill," the boy said, making as if he was trying to calm me down. He then turned back to his friends, still not moving his head.

Asshole.

I decided to just open my locker anyway with his head against it. I unlocked my lock and slowly opened my locker door, moving his head away. Finally he stepped a bit away from my locker, still chatting with his friends. I placed my lock inside my locker and took out my books. In the process while taking out a few books, I knocked my lock over and it fell on the ground. I decided I'd pick it up when when I was done putting my books in my bag.

Once I was done, I closed my locker and looked on the ground for my lock. It was gone. I looked around a bit and I didn't see it anywhere so I looked if it had fallen into my bag or if it was still in my locker. It wasn't.

I then noticed one of the boys watching me and the other two next to my locker trying to hold in their laughter.

"You have it, don't you?" I asked the boy who's head was on my locker. "Give it to me," I said, glaring at him.

He laughed. "Clever girl, isn't she," he mocked.

"Give my lock," I said again.

"I don't want to," he said.

"Well, it's mine," I said, crossing my arms.

"Just give it back to her," the tall, slender boy said.

"Oh, I know. Do us a favor and we'll give it back to you," the chubby, tough looking boy said.

"I'm not--" I was about to refuse but he cut me off.

"Ask Min Yoongi how he killed his father," he said. "I'm very curious."

I went silent. Was he serious? He wants me to ask him that. What if he decides to kill me too because I asked? I was having a mental breakdown. For some reason, I was visibly shaking. I was scared.

"Hey! Are you crazy? You can't ask her to do that," the tall boy said to his friend.

"She'll die," the short thin boy said and laughed.

I looked at them. They were unbelievable assholes. "I'm not doing anything for you. Just give my lock back to me," I said.

"Fine, fine. That is too harsh," the boy said. He then stared at me for a while and walked closer. "Then shall we do something else?" He said, looking me up and down, smirking.

I searched the hallway, wondering why no one was coming to help me. The hallway was nearly empty. Plus, I guess this was a normal thing for other people. They didn't mind it. But I did.

I remembered I brought my knife today. I used it for art so it wasn't strange for me to have it but was quite sharp and could hurt really bad.

I pulled it out of my blazer pocket and pushed him back before he could touch me, pointing it at him. "Don't you dare even come close to me," I threatened.

The boys behind him looked shocked but he just laughed. "Oh? Little girl's very violent, isn't she?" He smirked, still threatening to come closer.

I gave him a death glare. "Don't think I won't use it."

He still came closer and I was about to lash at him but something stopped me.

Someone stepped in front of me, his back to me and facing the three boys, holding back my hand. I tried to look who it was and saw it was Yoongi.

"So... You want to know how I did it?" Yoongi asked the three boys. "How I... killed my father?"

I looked at the three boys. Anyone could see the fear in their eyes. They seemed as if they could faint.

Yoongi moved in closer to the boys, intimidating them more. He scoffed. "It's a bit hard to explain but," he then looked to the chubby tough boy and continued, "do you want me to show you instead?" Yoongi said, his head tilted.

They were terrified and frozen in place. Finally, sense knocked into them and they ran off and the boy finally dropped my lock.

"Took them long enough," he said, referring to how long it took them to run away.

I finally broke free from his hold on my wrist and he turned around to look at me. "Are you alright?" He asked.

I looked up at him and all I could see was the blood on his face even though it was all gone now. I quickly looked away and went to pick up my lock. "I could've handled it myself," I said.

"No, you couldn't. You're too weak." Yoongi said and stared at me for a while. "Yeah, no need to thank me. It was no problem saving your life just now," Yoongi said sarcastically, still waiting for me to thank him.

"I could've handled it myself. Don't underestimate me," I said, giving him a quick glance and proceeding to put the lock on my locker.

"From now on don't go anywhere without me," Yoongi said and my lock clicked closed.

I assumed it was because he didn't want me telling anyone about Friday night. "You don't have to worry. I'm not going to tell anyone anything. Who would I even tell?"

"You're really clueless," he said. "Who said you could come to my house?"

"So no "thanks" for buying you all that stuff?"

"You didn't thank me for saving you from those creeps," he said.

"Whatever." Thoughts of Friday night popped in my head again. "I'm sorry for getting you caught up in pretending to be my friend. But from now on, let's forget each other," I said, turning to walk away.

He grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I looked at him. "Wait. Let me explain what happened Friday," he said, his eyes pleading.

I turned to face him. "There's nothing for you to explain. You killed someone!" I said, shaking out of fear.

"That's because you don't know what my life is like! You don't know what I have to go through every single day," he said and I know this sounds weird but when I looked into his eyes in that moment, I saw a little bit of fear in them. Fear of losing someone.

"Well, I'm sorry you have to go through those things. Sincerely I am," I said, turning around once again and pulling my wrist out from his hand before walking away.

"Not you too. You're still very quick to jump to conclusions, aren't you? I should have known it was going to be like this sooner or later. If I had known, I probably wouldn't have let you in," he said. "I'm sorry for getting you involved."

When I turned around to look at him, he was already walking off. Of course, he was walking alone but still he looked lonelier than anyone else. More than me.

I turned around and silently walked towards him. I grabbed his arm, stopping him and he looked at me. "Then tell me. Tell me what makes you the way you the way you are today," I said.

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We stood on a staircase alone looking out the window. "I didn't kill my father," he said and I felt a sense of relief, although he did still kill someone two days ago. "But I know who did. I was there when it happened. My dad worked for some organization or something and delivered things for them. I don't know what it was but it's definitely not something they took lightly. He had to take the job too because there was no other way for him to provide for me and my brothers. But after two years of working under them, he got too curious and found out things he shouldn't have. So they killed him," he said it all motionlessly but still I could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Six years later, people still believe I killed him. The people who killed him disappeared before anyone could even catch them. I was left there alone with my dead father's body, lying in his pool of blood, not knowing what I would tell my brothers waiting at home. When people found us, they believed I was the one who killed him. Even my brothers won't believe me."

Everything went quiet for a moment and I thought I should say something but I didn't know what to say so I just stood there watching him.

"But Friday night when you saw me kill that guy... I didn't mean to. And if I'm being really honest it haunts me that I killed someone," he said, still looking out the window and I noticed his eyes were a bit teary.

It took me a while to finally get something out. "What happened that night?" I asked slowly.

"I found out those shameless bastards were still alive and ruining people's lives so I got too furious," he said and finally he turned to look at me. "And then I got too curious and ended up killing someone."

"I'm sorry you have to go through something so horrible. I'm sure your father was at least appreciative of the fact that you tried to do some justice for him," I said, trying to comfort him but still, I didn't know what to tell him. How could I make him feel any better?

He gave a small smile but wasn't able to hold it long enough. "It's okay. You don't have to say things like that. I'm pretty sure he's more disappointed that I killed someone."

Something then hit me. "Wait. What organization is it?" I asked.

"I don't know. My dad was very secretive about it," he said and thought for a bit. "I don't even know it's name."

I reached into my pocket for an object I've always kept with me ever since my father died. It was the only object I had left of him.

"Did they have something like this on them?" I asked while showing him the object. It was an emblem with a whale's tale engraved on it. On top of the whale's tale was a "W" and 52 engraved. "They're called 'Whalien 52'. Apparently it's because they're very hidden and hard to find."

His eyes shot open. "Why do you have that?"

"It was my dad's," I said and I could already see he was jumping to conclusions so I spoke before he could. "He was an investigator; he used to work undercover. His last job before he passed on was this organization. He died before he could complete it."

He was silent for a moment. "Do you think...?"

I nodded. "I held onto this because I don't really believe his death was just caused by a car accident," I said. "My mom once said there was more to it than I knew. I think this is the reason," I said, gesturing to the emblem.

Yoongi stood, thinking for a moment.

I held my hand out to him for him to shake. "Let's work together," I said. "We'll find them together."

Yoongi laughed a bit. "You're joking, right? You can't, Y/n. You could barely even hold off those bullies," he said.

"I'm more useful than you think," I said. "My dad has taught me quite a few things while being an investigator. I'll find out things for you."

"Y/n. This is dangerous, you know."

"I know. And I'm ready to take the risk," I said and gave him a reassuring smile.

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A/N: Hiiii! Sorry for not updating in a while. I posted another chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy. Btw video above belongs to pink haneul.