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SELECTED CHOICE:

a) join the rest in their wild chase after namjoon? however, one member's take on the ugly truth awaiting them may cost them dearly.


1:36PM


"no way in hell."

peering down at the mess before him: a familiar outfit littered with clumps of torn hair and flesh, including this red a shade he hadn't known existed, laid a truth namjoon was reluctant in accepting. breaking out in a cold sweat, saliva mimicking the moisture of his palms: pooling at rate that would never match the tempo of his panicked heartbeat and the sudden skyrocket in his body temperature. it was hot. sweltering. this was a heat like none other, a torridity that nipped at the blonde's neck in the foggiest of ways, obscuring better judgement, rationality, and the steps of a certain individual heading his way.

"h-hey...hoseok!" dropping to his knees, and discarding the gun he had gripped onto so tightly, before delving headfirst into the gore. the blonde's nails dug into red fluids of all textures, staining his mustard yellow top, though that had been the least of his worries. instead, anxiety for the chances of favorable outcomes trumping the reality of the situation actually occurring the way it had, all if he had arrived earlier, halted every train of thought. sure, he was letting  a cocktail of  guilt and fear mandate better judgement, but was that so wrong? 'he's human, just like me...he's dead, just like..' namjoon felt disgust at what transpired in his head, and felt the gourmet meal of a couple hours ago creep up his throat in the illest of ways.

"we'll make it out okay!" the blonde choked out, in hopeless denial. upon closer examination, the left side of hoseok's face was tattered with claw marks, trails of reddened foamy slobber, and hanging skin: a scene of which namjoon wished he could unsee. be that as it may, his body betrayed the screams of his still-beating heart as bile forced it's way up out his system and onto the ground beside them.

the moonbeams filtering through lush forest canopies accentuated how pigmented the crimsons had been, providing anything but a reliable moment of serendipity in him finding his friend. any bystander wouldn't be able to tell apart the restrained intensity of namjoon's cries (he bit his tongue till it near plopped beside the corpse before him) and the ambience of the estate's night. gripping at the grass as blood met the fresh soil, namjoon wept. and wept. and wept. memories of the two meeting, the trials and errors faced with one another, and the lifeless reminder that it's all gone now, played like a death knell in the blonde's head.

traitor or not, this was a dear friend he made in college. gone like the first.

upon opening bloodshot eyes, namjoon felt the severity of the situation sweep him within the volumes of silence. he hadn't dared moved a muscle. because in his heaves and wheezes, had he remembered one thing. hoseok was running away from what exactly?

better phrased as who.

"where are you?" a taunting voice rang out, seemingly shaking namjoon off the earth's axis, snapping him out his stupor. eyes wide open, nerves ablaze, and heart still in it's tracks, the blonde was once again met with a cruel reality. jeongguk was nearing, which meant death wasn't that far off either. with that in mind, he had no choice but to take off with the only life this forest had left. his own.

but strangely, he found himself seeming chained beside the corpse, unable to move any muscle despite the nearing of those footsteps. "..h-hoseo..k..." the blonde muttered, regaining a hold on himself as he gazed into the mahoganette's lifeless stare.

morals and survival were locked in a searing tango, with one end convincing namjoon that he'd be leaving his friend behind. another screaming that this mess of entrails and bile was no longer someone he knew. biting his lip, namjoon wiped the remnant tears from his cheeks, scared out of his mind of what the monster nearing had planned to mind the new streak of blood adorning his face. shutting hoseok's eyelids before grabbing the handgun (now painted a sickly crimson), the blonde ran as fast as his legs could carry him. and even faster when he heard the steps behind him pick up speed. apologies practically split his head in two, as remnants of despair trailed him with every stride.

however it was his momentary hesitation in pulling away from the mahogonette, that had been the very thing to seal his fate.

biting back a gasp as the footsteps behind him grew in proximity, the blonde's eyes darted towards the nearest tree. seeking refuge from his captor, namjoon made an effort of silencing any and all possible giveaways of him hiding. bringing the back of a bloodied hand to his mouth, he couldn't help but gag at the haunting tone jeongguk spoke with—as the ravenette sliced around the bases of other trees in hopes of finding him.

but as namjoon's eyes wandered to the space beneath the mansion, a newfound plan made him feel that jeongguk's hopes may be in vain. crawling beneath the abode, a sliver of a hope shone in his eyes. maybe, maybe! he just might survive! with whatever strength that wasn't already drowned out by the impending doom those footsteps carried, the blonde clung to those blades of evergreen, dragging himself into the empty space below. the nerves throughout his body felt like they were sparked by a supernova, of what exactly he couldn't hope to specify. doom for what may be to come? remorse for the grotesque exit of life hoseok was pushed through? that he may soon undergo the same? anxiety for the wellbeing of the others he left being? fear for his own life? an overwhelming dread that he might not see seokjin again?

when a gaudy dress shoe came crashing down on the arm that not only had yet to escape beneath the house but was in possession of his only stance against his impending death: the handgun, the excessive beating of namjoon's heart was followed by a series of terrible events: a harsh stab by a machete to keep it in place, jeongguk's laughter at the obvious despair, and increased torment he put the blonde under—namjoon nearly bit his tongue off in hysteria.

those questions? it had been all of the above.

"i have something special for evasive bugs like you!" jeongguk bellowed, beckoning to the butler near him. all namjoon could make out besides the thumping of his heart and slushing sounds the blade would make the further it tore into him, was the sound of a bag unzipping and clicks of metal. now masked, the glare of the moon reflected off of jeongguk's newfound weapon, and directly into the blonde's eyes.

'...god." the silent prayer echoed in his head (in hope of reaching any and every god listening) as he registered the contraption before him. a brand new, silver tank branded with label after label—all warnings dyed in their wine red backgrounds and copper yellow lettering. warning it beckoned, poison gas it screamed.

"bug spray it is! feel free to beg, plead, anything!" aiming the nozzle directly at the blonde with a eerie grin that spelled disinterest in any outcomes with namjoon surviving. it was that smile that told namjoon that no matter the method, he was gonna die tonight.

but if he was gonna go down, kim namjoon was gonna do so on his fucking terms. a string of laughter followed that thought, twisting off the lid to all forms of common sense and releasing super-charged slivers of bravery: numbing out the tremble of his bones in the face of that nozzle.

"tell me, was this how he disappeared?" the blonde jested, as the icy-blue shade his fingertips took upon no longer occupied his immediate train of thought. jeongguk however, grew rigid at his suggestion.

"..you don't have the right to speak of him." the ravenette responded, gripping the nozzle tighter as a mean to mask the trembling that overtook his hands. noticing jeongguk's discomfort only confirmed the blonde's suspicions, and drove him to say more.

"and to cope with this game, you decide to also invite the last three people who've known him. to ease your soul and wipe him clean from your system, huh?"

"stop it." jeongguk dug the machete deeper into namjoon's arm, but the blonde pressed on.

"was it you who did it? you must've been pretty young when it all occurred. imagine that, hahaha."

"stop it. i said stop it." beads of sweat shot down his skin, the ravenette grew more unsettled than ever. namjoon, was now barely clinging to life.

"y'know, there's a special place in hell waiting for loons like you jeon jeongguk,"

"and junghyun's there waiting."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" jeongguk cried out, reaching his breaking point as tears rushed down his cheeks. taking this as his final opportunity, namjoon bit his lip through the searing pain that raced through his bones upon angling the handgun in his stabbed arm, and shot it at the ravenette. startled by the blast, jeongguk's sudden movement resulted in the blonde missing his mark, but still managing to grossly graze the calf of jeongguk's left leg. screaming all sorts of profanities, namjoon let out a hoarse laugh as he took in the lividity staring back at him.

"die." eyes red with fury, he made no hesitation to douse the blonde in noxious gas and drowned out his thundering heartbeat with namjoon's screams as flesh met hazard. falling apart at the bone, namjoon felt himself slip away into a world of white, and couldn't help but think of the irony of it all. to think he'd be murdered by the hands of his late best friend's brother. his body melted into mush, bones deteriorating into something more fragile than glass. tongue swollen, his lungs bloomed with something that made each exhale taste metallic, and the burning of his stabbed arm felt like nothing more than a paper cut in comparison to the rest of him falling apart. weakly gazing down at his mutilated arm, the stinging of his tears against the exposed flesh of his face was lost in a slushing pain-fest of blood, gore, and toxins. 'jin...i wonder, could you still patch me up?'

he'd never get an answer.

minutes later and finally satisfied with his work, the ravenette yanked his mask off, and pulled the flesh-stained blade from the corpse's arm and willed himself to trudge on into the forest to clear his mind. although, not before turning back to the butler who sealed the tank away. glaring at the look of indifference he received, jeongguk stormed ahead as a means to clear his mind.

the grief he carried hadn't gone unheard, as the butler took in his surroundings—the final resting grounds for two old acquaintances of the late master, jeon junghyun, the loser of the last king's game held. and the restrained cries bit back by the traumatized younger brother of that loser, who was now responsible for the death of his brother, and brother's best friend.

how funny is the god or higher entity watching this madness transpire, as he always maintains the scarcity in life by tempting one with something that you don't have, but will waste no effort in taking away any and everything in the process.

"the irony of it all." the butler mumbled aloud, before walking after the stained footprints of his young master.

3:59

"all for that bastard...knew it from the start. i didn't like the look in his eyes." jin hissed as he harshly wiped at the beads of sweat racing down his forehead. with rose-sheen bangs sticking to his forehead, the young adult elicited a sigh as he found himself wandering in circles throughout the estate. sending a pointed look at jimin, who tried mediating the situation for what felt (and probably was) the hundredth time, it took nothing more than forty five minutes till seokjin broke his facade and begged the group to follow the blonde's trail. an hour into their search, paranoia and all sorts of unfortunate consequences began influencing and drowning all slivers of hopes in seokjin's head, and the pessimist mentality the stuck to him was practically coming off him in waves. it was suffocating, and did nothing to  ease anyone's nerves.

as they came around the side of the jeon estate, yoongi felt particularly unnerved as he was able to make out the haunting glint of bear traps galore within the lush forest bordering the estate. gulping, he wondered what could've been of hoseok who blindly ran into that trap, and extended his thoughts to namjoon who foolishly ran after him. dead? perhaps. and what would be of them chasing after ghosts?

the increased chance that they all may end up in the same place.

"every minute we give to chasing that idiot, we waste getting out of this shithole." yoongi spat, frustratedly wiping the sweat of his palms onto his stained jeans, the anger flowing through his words and actions made explosively obvious. winced at his outburst,  jimin cringed as every prior attempt of medicating the already tense atmosphere of the situation meant nothing now.

"...two hours of sneaking around, it's a wonder how we didn't get caught yet," taehyung jeered, his words carrying a slushed purr as his eyes grew distant. taking his tone to be lighthearted, jimin sent a frown at the silverette. noticing the look of disapproval, taehyung feigned innocence, holding his hands up as a means of  surrendering. an action that hadn't convinced the blonde in the slightest.  

"i get that we're just losing time, but i can't help myself! he doesn't know anymore with that righteous mindset of his, and i was supposed to fucking protect him from biting off more than he can chew......but he's gone! and i've got to find him...i can't lose him ...if he's gone.... then i'm better off dead!" teary eyed and beyond frustrated, jin bowed his head to group as anxieties free-fell from his mouth like a broken dam. halting the group, the rosette paced about as he continued ranting and throwing his fears and reasoning towards finding namjoon, presenting a vulnerability jimin couldn't help but recognize. he too could understand jin's cynic obsession with the blonde, as it was so similar to his own towards jeongguk. the brunette's heart ached for jin, but the same couldn't be said for his peers. looking off with a stoic expression, both taehyung and yoongi were silent.

 "and i can't let him slip away from me, not this way. not before telling....how i feel......" jin felt his words break off, as light glinted into his eyes. squinting at the sudden flash, he held a hand to his face before inspecting the source. a handgun, alike to the one taehyung held, covered in a rancid maroon substance, mixed with blackened bits and pieces of what looked to be, flesh?

 and so easily does a desperate heart seduce the mind.

 panic spread like a wildfire throughout the rosette's system, and he couldn't shake the sticky feeling of recognition from his brain as he stared off into the mess before him. trusting curiosity over better judgement, he felt himself crouch down and follow where the red led him. then the blood pounded in his ears. his heart thudded in his chest. his hands shook. his feet tingled. his vision disfigured, as if he were looking at the horror with through a fish-eye lens. he felt himself losing his grip on reality. there was no way he could possibly will himself to breathe, as he registered red. red on yellow. mustard yellow. his mouth went dry and his chest grew tight as he felt bile rise in his throat. the tension in his shoulders amplified as he snapped.

 "NAMJOON!" jin screamed, over and over hysterically as he found the melted face of the blonde staring back at him. piercing the silence, his cries shocked and alerted the group as they ran to catch up to his sobbing form. bending down to find the horror jin subjected himself to, jimin shot back as his hands raced to cover his mouth. red-blond hair was stained and discolored, and namjoon's lungs were choked with black clumps as they partially stuck out from him. whatever was left of his face was bruised, covered with dark blotches. laying like ghoulish mannequin, his esophagus and arteries stuck out like corrugated rubber tubing. not  wanting to believe the reality of the situation, yoongi pulled jimin back, terror wracking his system. it looked as if a special effects team had worked over-time for some horror movie set, but that scent...that scent could only come from a recent slaughter. with namjoon's blood thickening on the dead grass beneath him, it took moments for yoongi to understand that this was murder all the way. 

 a realization all but jin had accepted. "NO! NO! NO! PLEASE, PLEASE-" the rosette continued to scream out to a person who was no longer here. however, his words were cut short as a firearm broke through the air.

"bullseye!" a voice playfully rang out from the forest, as the tension grew thick enough to cut with a knife.

 the passage of the light slowed, as all sounds became as if they were underwater. aside from the beating of yoongi's heart, no muscle would move. that pounding inside beat a rhythm to the sound of cold steel biting the back of jin's head. the bullet entered as if the rosette was nothing: just meat, blood bones, blasting a cavity in his head as it burst crimson into the fading day. alike to a blooming rose, parts of him spilled onto the mansion's exterior. his face, so beautiful in life was frozen, eyes open, mouth slack, was propelled to fall right before namjoon's corpse. jimin's eyes held jin's in those fractions of seconds that he was there, and in the severel more that he'd be gone, the warmth of the ages that had been his life had simply vanished. reaching out with a tremor he could barely contain, yoongi sucked in a breath before forcing himself to break into a run. 

 "hurry!" he yelled, pulling along a sobbing jimin with him around and into the mansion. steeling his eyes, taehyung bite his cheek, firing warning shots back at wherever jeongguk was hidden within the forest, before following after the two. into the estate before jeongguk could clip them with another bullet, yoongi felt his head spin as it took everything in him to keep jimin close: especially as the brunette clawed and screamed against his arm at them abandoning their fallen comrades. eyes darting about the halls he bolted through, lungs screaming against the relentless thumps of his heart , yoongi couldn't help but wonder: what does he do now?


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VOTE
bite the bullet, or confront the madness?
a) turn back and attack? however, this will result in the death of one member, and the corruption of another.

b) seek refuge in the forest? this has a 90% chance of sealing the fates 2 characters.

c) make a bolt straight to the main division of the estate as a last chance effort to escape. this will result in a confrontation.

(a/n)

to the hundreds of you who messaged me about an update, thank you for reminding me that this book existed fhjdkjfhdjkfvf + i wrote this chapter in a day so i'm sorry if it's a little all over  the place, but i hoped you enjoyed reading!  

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