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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
° ° ° . . . You're my drug, breathe you in 'till my face numb. . .
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CHAPTER 11 —————
What I did might as well count as stupid. But I wasn't sure how to react once Jaemin stood in shock at the door staring at the beaten up woman with wide opened eyes.
Yes, most of the time we did kill witnesses. If Taeyong was in the room the second Jaemin stepped in, he would be dead. What I usually did was buying people's silence with some cash or a one night stand. But something was telling me that Jaemin couldn't be silenced either way. First— I couldn't kill him, because we would easily get targeted once he goes missing; I couldn't give him money or my body for a night either because he would constantly get reminded when seeing me at school and most probably I would become blackmailed by him badly for the rest of my life.
Unsure of what to do, after yelling at Haechan for being so careless despite his excuses, I found myself knocking Jaemin out and locking him in his room for the rest of the day with no escape.
I wasn't sure what to say to him and how to even explain this to Taeyong. Only the second day with Jaemin in Tokyo and I already messed up the worst way possible. He would kill both Jaemin and I within a blink of an eye and although I might have been asking for death on daily basis I didn't really want to die in my own leader's hands.
Realising that I would have to eventually face Jaemin and somehow clean up the mess I caused, I finally left my hotel room in the late evening after hours of staying in there, skipping lunch and dinner while I made sure everyone thought I was out with Jaemin, except for Mark and Haechan since they saw everything.
I reached the room I locked him in and took a deep breath. Expecting many reactions from him, but never even thinking of the one I received. I unlocked the room with the key card and stepped inside the dark room just to have a wooden stick of a broken chair aimed at me. Luckily my reflexes were fast enough so I caught Jaemin's arm before he could hit me with the wood and I twisted it making him groan in pain as I took the wood out of his hands and threw it somewhere in the room.
I turned the lights on while still holding his arm twisted behind his back, but I eventually let him go when I could finally see a lot clearer. Jaemin turned around touching his aching elbow and arm as he stared at me. The look on his face far from scared which left me confused. If I were him I would be petrified, but he was standing in front of me with a wide seductive smirk plastered on his lips. "Hot..."
I scoffed and locked the door before facing him again. "I'm deadass serious love, that was hot."
I sighed while I glared at him. "Stop joking Jaemin! You saw something you shouldn't have. Why aren't you even freaking out?" I asked utterly confused with his reaction and with a slight bit of unusual suspicion. I never expected him to be so cool with what he saw and especially not after I twisted his arm like that and almost broke it seconds ago. I expected him to run the hell away. Why wasn't he scared at all?
