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themostcleverandwittyname · 6 years

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Curiosity Saved the Cat

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(Jumin x MC)(Saeran x MC)

Summary:

MC is fairly happy after Jumin proposes to her, however, her curiosity leads her to contact the hacker that started it all.

Chapter 7: Confusion and Conflict

Chapter 7 on AO3

The basement was cold at night, if you could call it a basement. It was a prison cell with iron bars and a steel lock, the metals were tinted gold with the firelight from the torches. The air was damp and musky and the humid air clung to everything it touched, including Myung. She paced around the cell impatiently, her head aching from her previous encounter. She had a knot on her head from where she had been struck with that metal. She hated this and wanted to get out so bad it hurt. The cot that she had woken up on what made of stiff canvas and did nothing to help her sore and aching muscles. The memory of everything that had happened weighed heavily on her mind as she angrily paced around, as if another step in her stride could break down the stone walls. There were no windows but she still felt as if it were nighttime. The air held the quietness of a still night, the darkness of the dungeon chilled her bones.

There was one escape with was a large oaken door much like the one that opened to the throne room of the “Savior”. She seethed at the situation and seethed at her failure. She hated herself for doing this to herself, to the RFA, and to Jumin. She couldn’t put a finger on how long she had paced around the cell like a dog on guard, but her muscles cried in protest as the constant use. Her head throbbed and only pounded her anger into her head more.

She had plenty of time to reflect on what she had done. When she had woken up, she felt fairly sorry for herself and downright pitiful. She even had herself a cry that didn’t seem to do anything but drain her more. She recalled how she had just marched into Seven’s house entitled to answers that he most likely wasn’t sure of himself. She pushed and pushed him to the point of anger. She caused him to lash out at her and it was all her fault. Then, like a stupid kid, she stormed off and just had to prove herself right. She just had to act so stupidly as to contact a dangerous stranger and actually meet him in the shadiest place she could have. It would have been safer to meet him in an underground tattoo shop or in an all behind a strip club for god’s sake! How could she have been such a fool?

Another thing that tortured her thoughts was the fact that the RFA was probably going to blame Seven for her mistake. She could just imagine the string of messages that would read things like why didn’t you protect/stop her and how could you let the apartment be compromised? She felt her heart shred itself when she thought that he would most likely take the blame when she acted on her own.

Jumin came to her mind in the most painful way. He would think that she left him or that she didn’t care about him. She couldn’t handle the thought and her heart was in a vice. She wished there was a way that she could’ve just gone back in time and stopped herself. She could’ve listened to him and not pried the hacker or at least tell him about her visit to Seven. Now he’ll be left to wonder why she would lie to him. A part of her wondered that if she got out, if he would stop talking to her. If he would come to his senses and break up and refuse any contact with her. Lying to him was the worst thing she could have possibly done. It was the last thing that he deserved.

He deserved a person who would not only understand and trust him but also be open and honest. Someone who wasn’t stupid enough to jeopardize everything because of their ridiculous, emotion driven impulses. He’ll have to deal with this. He’ll have to deal with her mistakes and his emotions. He’ll have to deal with the media badgering him about what happened to his fiance. If she never got out of here, he’d have to deal with it for the rest of his life until he forgot about her.

If she ever got out of here…

She has to, whether alive or dead. She has to tell the others what had happened with Rika and what V was hiding. But… she doesn’t know everything. The mystery that now plagued her mind as she paced around the cell was not about Rika or V. She wondered who the mint eyed man was and why he hated Seven so much. She shudders when she recalls the way he leaned down and promised to tell her about him later, whispering it like a threat. How he told her that Seven lied when he said he’d keep her safe and the revelation of the bomb rigged apartment. She can’t really find a reason as to why he would lie about that.

He had seemed so bitter and angry about it. About Seven. Could it be that he was brainwashed by Rika just to hate Seven? No, it seemed more likely to her that he had a personal beef with him. Had they been friends? Classmates? Agents in arms? Or had he been foiled by Seven’s excellent hacking skills? She didn’t know, but she craved the truth. If she was going to be stuck here she wanted to know everything she could…

Stuck here…

The man had said that she was to go through induction and Rika mentioned medicine. Her mind danced around the idea that maybe all of the members of this place were not here of their own choosing, but because they too were forced in like her. Did they undergo propaganda to remain here so calmly or was some kind of chemical element to blame? She surely hoped it wasn’t any form of torture. As much as she wanted to know more, she wanted to avoid any personal experiences with the methods.

If she was going to be here, she was going to gather as much as she could so that she could make an escape and be able to tell the truth to her best ability. An escape, depending on how much she found out could either be easy or impossible. She hoped that she could trick her way out, as trying for force didn’t work last time. The memory made her cringe. Her next thought was of the analytical kind.

The mint eyed man, she believed remembering his name to be Saeran, seemed to change his emotions on a dime. He would seem for a moment as if he was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing and in the next passing seconds be brutally aggressive and exceptionally bitter. She dearly hoped that the only thing that she would ever see him again for would be to ask about his hatred for Seven. Beyond that, he scared her with his unstable behavior and she didn’t want to be around him. She certainly didn’t want to be his assistant by any means.

As if on cue, the oaken door creaked open, the shrill sound unnerving her and giving her a sense of doom. She stopped her pacing and watched as a mess of white and pink hair ducked into the room. It’s him.

He strode towards the cell and leaned against the stone wall just outside. He gave a cheeky smile, his misty eyes glowed in the torchlight. He tauntingly held up what was evident to be the keys to the cell door and jingled them, the sound jarring after being in silence for so long. He laughed sadistically to himself and lowered the keys into his back pocket. She gave him a pointed glare in return. She noticed that he had taken off his choker and even in the low light she could she the blueish bruise that she had made earlier, as well as a swollen bruise on his jaw where she had got him twice. She could take satisfaction in that at the very least.

She watched as he slowly approached the bars and curled his fingers around the cold iron. His wolfish grin and eyes pierced her and he made a beckoning motion.

“Come here, I need to tell you something.” He dared and she took a few steps back for safe measure. She shook her head and he glowered at her. She felt like prey under a predator’s scrutiny.

“Whatever you need to say, I can hear it from here.” she stated, hoping for no more argument. The man gave her a sigh lowering his eyes to the ground for a moment.

“I’m not going to hurt you, you know.” he stated his version of the obvious or a lie, she couldn’t tell. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes glued to his.

“You look like you want to hurt me. You’re smiling like a madman.” she said, not caring if it offended him. His grin didn’t waver and he laughed lightly at her words.

“I’m just excited. I’m happy that you’re safe here and that you’ll finally be able to be put at ease. I know life was hard for you out there, but you’ll enjoy it here. I’m also excited that you get to be my assistant after treatment. It’s also a plus to see Luciel so guilty. He blames himself for you coming here, you know that?” And there it was, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed. She didn’t want be treated and fear bubbled up in her. Her assumptions that Seven would feel bad about this had just been proven true.

She held his gaze for who knows how long, feeling the heat of his eye lasers, if she could call it that, burn into her. He studied her expressions trying to come up with some sort of conclusion about how she felt about his words. Silence lingered and clung to Myung along with the chill of the air. After too much quiet and the realization that she wasn’t going to continue to engage in the conversation, he turned and spoke over his shoulder.

“This will be your last night as a lost and corrupted person. You’ll begin induction tomorrow in the morning, so sleep tight. It’s a rough process. It helps if you don’t fight back too much, take it from me.” Was that a look of concern? Sincere concern? She watched as he made it over to the door.

“Wait!” She called after him, dashing to the bars and grabbing them firmly. He froze in his tracks and turned his gaze back to her with a victorious grin. He had meant to leave her hanging and take advantage of her curiosity. She felt dumb for a moment but asked a question anyway.

“Why are you doing this? Do you really think that this place is what you call it? Do you think that it’s paradise?” The words flowed from her mouth without thought. Damn, she was supposed to ask why he hated Seven. Why did she ask this instead?

The man’s smile faded and he was left blank for a moment, taken by surprise with the questions. He seemed to question it himself but gave her an unmistakably honest look.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry that this has been so scary for you, but you’ll never understand how much better this is for you until you see for yourself. I’m sorry to have been so forceful, but you’ll see that it’s for the best.” his voice wavered for a moment, still looking confused by his own words or by her questions, “Trust me when I say don’t fight the treatment. You’ll get less hurt that way.” He warned, the ghosts of his experiences dance on his face as he remembered his own induction.

Without another word, he left the room and left her to wonder why she felt so conflicted. Of course, she should fight the “treatment” but something in his expression told her that the consequences would be severe if she did. She wondered how he could seem so menacing one moment and then seem as if he cared the next. She didn’t know what she should do in the morning.

He had told her to get rest, but no sleep comforted her that night and the morning came quicker than she had expected.

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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Saudade: Ch25

There was only so much you could actually take. By the time you saw Josh start threatening Brendon and shoving him up against the wall, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You went to your room, clutching your still aching stomach, fumbling to find your phone. You knew some massive shit was about to go down. From the look in Josh’s eye, he would definitely beat Brendon up, or worse. The thought of Josh ever actually killing someone made you shudder, and you froze when you heard him scream at Brendon again, your entire body tensing. A week ago, the thought of the two of them in a room together after hearing the whole truth would’ve made you laugh because you’d think it would never happen. But yet, here you were, your secret revealed, and the two boys exchanging insults and choking each other to death. It broke you a little bit on the inside knowing that they used to be friends before you had even met Josh. They probably trusted each other enough not to even think for a second something like this could happen.

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you finally found your phone, deciding to rush to the bathroom, lock yourself in there, and call Tyler. It was your only other option. The phone rang several times before you heard him pick up. “It’s so early,” he groaned. “Like super early. So this better be important.”

“It is,” you insisted. “Look Tyler, this is really important.”

“Did you tell him?” he grumbled. “Does Josh know?”

“Yeah. He knows,” you took a sharp inhale, your body tensing when you heard the sound of a body fall on the floor. Maybe someone was shoved down. Or kicked down. Or worse. There was a groaning noise. You weren’t sure you wanted to know who it was. “Listen, you have to come quick. Things aren’t good.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, voice suddenly full of concern. “Is Josh alright? Did he hurt himself? Did he hurt you?”

“Well…” your voice trailed off. “He’s hurting someone.”

“What does that mean?” Tyler wondered. Suddenly you heard him let out a small whisper of fear. “He didn’t touch the baby, did he?”

“No, no,” you quickly shook your head. “It’s uh, kind of hard to explain, but Brendon’s here, and Josh is killing him.”

“He deserves it,” Tyler replied calmly over the phone.

“No, you don’t understand,” you started to grow frustrated. “He’s literally killing him. Like choking him to death. And he said he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to me. I’m scared, Ty.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “I’m coming.”

“Please. Quick,” you begged. “I locked myself in the bathroom and I’m really afraid to go out there again.”

“Alright,” Tyler decided. “Just hang in there. I’m on my way.”

There was sudden shouting and you decided maybe you should do something. Call the cops maybe if things had escalated even worse. You carefully opened up the door to the bathroom and started to creep out to the kitchen, watching in horror as you saw the two boys throwing punches back and forth in the kitchen. Brendon had a black eye and blood dripping down his forehead and Josh’s arm was bleeding from where Brendon had scratched him and he was just getting punched in the jaw when you stepped in. They were beating each other to death. You wanted to scream or break them up or cry or do something, but it felt like your feet were frozen in place, your entire body paralyzed, eyes glued on the two boys shouting at one another.

“At least I actually fuck her! She flies all the way out to see you on tour and you can’t even give her that? You think you can shove her in a tour bus bathroom and expect her to cum?” Brendon shouted, punching him in the face again and watching as Josh staggered back, steadying himself on the kitchen counter.

“At least I actually give her a place to live! I don’t kick her out after I’ve fucked her a couple times and tell her good luck!” Josh yelled, approaching Brendon again and kicking him in the stomach, making him double over. “I don’t pick up girls at the bar, get them wasted, and then bring them home, use them for the night, and then break their hearts!”

“At least she doesn’t have to fake orgasms when I fuck her!” Brendon screamed, getting back up and shoving Josh aside. “She doesn’t have to be embarrassed about her kinks! She actually has satisfying sex! And likes it!” He shoved Josh back once more. “She fucking loves it.”

“You shut the fuck up about our sex life!” Josh warned. “Fuck off!”

“Sex life? What sex life?” Brendon laughed through the apparent pain. “I’ve fucked her more times than you ever have, and I’ve only known her for a couple months!”

“You’re just fucking asking for it? Aren’t you?” Josh roared. His chest heaved up and down, anger still boiling inside of him, his eyes searching around before locking his gaze with what you most dreaded.

“No,” you barely whispered. “Fuck, no.”

“Josh,” Brendon began carefully. “No. Don’t do that. Look, we don’t have to resort to violence like this-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Josh bellowed, picking up the knife from the wood block and gripping it in his hand, then whipping around to face Brendon once again. “I don’t want to hear another word from you.”

“Please,” Brendon begged. “You don’t need to do this.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Josh argued, approaching Brendon. “You did it, right? You didn’t seem to mind that y/n was dating me. Even after you found out you continued to fuck her. I know you did.”

“Okay, alright, I’m sorry,” Brendon sputtered out apologies as Josh took another step towards him. “I’m wrong, you’re right, I shouldn’t be-”

“It’s too late for apologies,” Josh shook his head slowly, growing even closer to Brendon, still clutching the knife in his hand. “You should’ve learned to say sorry a long time ago.”

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Josh sunk the knife into Brendon’s shoulder, making you gasp, eyes wide, Brendon letting out a wretched curse before falling onto the floor, holding his hand over his wound, gasping for air. “Stop!” you screamed, rushing forward, although your entire body was shaking with fear. What the fuck were you doing? You were going to get yourself killed as well. “Josh! Please!”

“What? You want to die today as well? I wouldn’t hesitate,” Josh warned.

“Just drop the knife,” you pleaded, body trembling. “Please. For me. Okay? I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he shook his head, turning towards you, still gripping the knife. You glanced at Brendon on the ground, shoulder bleeding, and you bit down on your lip, thinking everything over.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you insisted. “And I know I did. I’m sorry. But that doesn’t mean you have to hurt somebody else.”

“I’m giving him what he deserves!” Josh shouted.

“Well I know you deserve better than me,” you began. “But if you still want me, I’m here.”

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted!” Josh screamed louder than you had ever heard him scream before. He stared at you, eyes transitioning from fierce to broken. It looked like he was about to cry. He looked up towards the ceiling, tears forming in his eyes, dropping the knife and holding his head in his hands, falling to his knees, sobbing. “I’ve always wanted you.”

“Josh,” your voice softened, about to take a step closer to him when the last thing you ever expected to happen at that moment, did.

“Fuck you!” Brendon shouted, snatching the knife off the floor, stabbing Josh in the back.

“Oh my god!” you felt like your soul just left your body, you were shocked beyond belief, fear paralyzing you. “Brendon!”

“You’re a fucking dick!” Brendon seethed, stabbing Josh several times, kicking him to the ground and then continuing the act of violence, blood pouring out from the wound, Josh gasping and choking for air. You watched in absolute horror as Brendon screamed, piercing Josh over and over again.

“Stop!” you cried, rushing over to him, shoving Brendon off him, letting the knife clatter to the ground. You flipped Josh over, tears running down your face, you trying to find life within his eyes. Josh was coughing up blood.

“I always loved you,” he mumbled, barely hanging on. “I always will.”

“Josh,” you felt like you were suffocating, shaking his body, watching as his eyes closed. “Josh!” You felt everything all at once. Guilt. Anger. Hopelessness. Insanity.

“He thought he could fucking kill me,” Brendon chuckled darkly. “Asshole.” He got up from the floor, easing himself onto his own two legs, then smirking at you. “Well we finally got rid of him. Just you and me now, huh?” He started to walk towards you as if to kiss you, but you were terrified.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you screeched, shoving Brendon back. “What the fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” he wondered. “I just did what was right.”

“Right? You killed my baby and then you killed my boyfriend! You fucking prick!” you stared at him in disbelief. “What would even possess you to think that’s okay?”

“It was self-defense,” he grit his teeth, clenching his shoulder wound. “Josh was attacking me. I wasn’t going to just sit there and let him slice me open.”

“So you killed him?” you asked, feeling as if you were growing insane.

“He probably would’ve killed you too,” Brendon spat. “You should be grateful.”

“You’re a goddamn psychopath!” you insulted. “You’re just as bad as he was! I saw you punch him too! Don’t think I didn’t!”

“Look, y/n, I was just trying to protect you,” he insisted. “I didn’t want you getting any more hurt than you already are.”

“Fuck,” you stared at his bleeding wound. “We should call an ambulance, or the cops, or-”

“No kidding,” Brendon muttered. “There’s a dead body on the floor.”

“What are we going to do?” you whispered, staring at Brendon. “This is such a mess.”

“I don’t know about you,” he laughed. “But I’m out.”

“W-what do you mean?” you wondered.

“I’m calling an ambulance and then I’m out of here,” he shrugged. “You’re on your own.”

“What?” you blinked twice. “You’re going to leave me here? With a dead body?”

“Lose my number,” he instructed. “I’ve made a decision. I just want things to turn back to normal when Sarah comes home. I don’t need her finding about this whole shitshow.”

“What happened?” you asked. “What are you talking about?”

“I think I finally realized that you’re no good for me,” Brendon sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking you in the eyes. “You’re just trouble.”

“T-trouble?” you could barely repeat the word.

“You got pregnant. You got a rumor spread about us. Your boyfriend just tried to murder me,” he pointed out. “You’re bad for my image. Can you believe if people found out what happened? It would be a disaster. Especially if Sarah found out.”

“Bren-” your voice broke.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry y/n.”

“I promise, I can change, all of this is behind us,” you insisted. “Brendon, I can’t do this. I’m going to be all alone. Don’t you realize that? I have no one left.”

“Then that’s your problem,” he decided. “Look, as much as I love you, I can’t do this to myself. It needs to stop. I’m out.”

“You can’t be serious,” you breathed, your heart crumbling.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Brendon whispered. “But this is the end.”

There was a knocking on the door and your heart sunk in your chest. Brendon was leaving. Josh was dead. And Tyler was waiting outside the door, just ready to witness the aftermath of all your destruction. You wanted more than anything to just disappear. The one thing you had been longing for this entire time was now dead. Josh had been there for you through and through, even to his dying moment, promising you that he loved you and would do anything for you, and you took that for granted. You had tried to replace him in your life with someone else, with distractions, and had only caused a mess. He was the other half to your heart, and now he was gone. You felt a heavy weight settle inside you, making you feel nauseous. A melancholy empty feeling consumed you, making you feel like weeping or screaming or dying. You would never be able to get Josh back. He would be gone forever. This entire mess was your fault. Everything was already done. It was all over now.

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