𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

Peace takes over me as I put the cigarette in my mouth, lighting it when the match catches fire on the side of the box.

After lighting the cigarette, I watch the fire burn on the small match for a moment. Then I drop the match to the ground, landing in the path of gasoline, and watch as the place goes up in flames with me inside.

I sit still, waiting for it to end. I've endured all I could, and the thought of living after everything I've gone through—after everything he's put me through—seems pointless. Why fight when he's already won?

Staring at his soulless eyes, I take the cigarette and blow the smoke from my lungs. "I told you I would kill you, even if that meant I would die by your side," I say aloud as the fire burns on, beginning to climb the walls and ceiling.

I glance down at my foot, seeing the shackle that's around my ankle and the chain that's connected to the metal pipe. "I won't let you kill anyone else, you son of a bitch. I won't let you hurt anyone again." I blow the smoke out and watch it fly high until it blends in with the black smoke from the ceiling. 

I stare blankly at the room I've been stuck inside for months. And for a moment, just a small moment, I let a small smile show and find myself chuckling.

"So this is what it's like to be over with this life. I'm finally done. I can rest now. I can dream of everyone." The chuckle turns to satisfaction as I look up and let my head rest against the dresser behind me. "Well, so be it."

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

SIX MONTHS AGO

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I reach into the trash and unfold the prison uniform, taking the walkie-talkie with me as I exit the kitchen. I tiptoe down the hallway and back into the bedroom where I shut the door and lock it.

Relief sets in while I walk forward to the other side of the room and turn on the device where I attempt to reach Hoseok.

I sit down on the carpet and whisper as loudly as I can to him. He said he would leave his walkie-talkie on, but it's so late that he could be sleeping. It's almost one in the morning.

After I ate earlier, I admitted to Ghost I was tired. He let me have a private room with a large-sized bed. I locked the door and fell asleep for a little while, and it would make my act more convincing that I would be exhausted, too.

Even if I did pretend to sleep on the way here, Ghost knows what all of us have gone through in that prison. He knows I would be extremely tired. I did let myself sleep, knowing I would be awake most of the night making up a plan on how to get that key.

Although I'm not sure if Ghost is wearing it around his neck or not, it's a place to start.

"Vee, can you talk? Over." Hoseok's voice comes over the walkie-talkie. Pressing the button once feeling better hearing his voice, I speak.

"I'm here. Over." There's not enough time to talk casually given the situation, so I know we only have time to share what we have with each other.