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15:28, 8 October 2022

" it's none of your business, i do my own business "

lia, itzy - wannabe

3rd person POVtwo weeks had passed since the shooting, daily updates from the police's investigations had continued. many parents forbid their young adults from going to any other clubs because of the incident. fear took hold and nobody else could escape.

It was currently 2:00pm and the trio had stayed round Haewon's home for a few days. Lisa had still not returned, she hadn't picked up any phone calls nor messages. Jennie reminded the two that she would be alright, knowing her past experiences, but that wasn't enough to keep the hope high.

"I say we contact the police."

"No Hae, they have records of everyone and Lisa's isn't exactly the cleanest." the cat eyed girl retorted.

"Hm true."

Silence fell upon the room as each individual took time to their own thoughts. Rain pattered furiously against the window as the drums of thunder crashed alongside it.

"Wait, how about we go check out the nightclub again tomorrow night? We know Lalisa didn't exit the same route as us so it's possible that there was another way. And, there could be clues as to where she was during the fear factor." Haewon suggested eagerly.

Yeji shook her head, "It would be too risky."

"But it's our only shot if we want to at least have an idea on where she went." Jen responded, rising up and entering her room.

A few minutes went by before she came out with three plain black outfits.

"Really?"

"Yes, a stakeout needs killer outfits." the brunette insisted.

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Lisa's POVfinding comfort in a complete stranger is not an easy thing i'll tell you that. but sometimes putting a little bit of faith into them can easily benefit you in some way; for me, i found escape and safety which i'm grateful for. still, never trust anyone and always be suspicious of every situation.

Resting on the cloudy grey couch, I concentrated greatly on the ancient chronometer. Why did Sister Sooyoung want me to keep this safe? What did her prophecy mean? So many unanswered questions stormed my head.

"You know you still haven't told me your name."

"Lisa." I answered, eyes remaining fixed on the object.

"Jungkook." the male said, proceeding to take a seat next to me.

"Thanks for helping me out of there by the way." I thanked him, expressing a small smile his way.

He beamed his bunny teeth back, "It's alright, I suggest you get some rest."

I never really considered sleep at a time like this, but it was indeed needed. Agreeing to his suggestion, I gently placed the object onto the glass table and pulled the peach blanket across my body. The warmth felt incredible and welcoming, the aroma? light and delightful.

"Sleep well." he said, patting my arm softly before exiting the living room.

Jungkook's POVshutting the door behind me, i sauntered outside watching as the sun began to set on the horizon. the early rain had settled into the ground, leaving it's petrichor essence. none were present at this hour, no cars, no people, nothing but silence. perfect.

"Manoban inside with the hourglass?" a fully dressed in black figure spoke.

"Mhm."

"Good job Kook, HJ will be pleased." Yeosang emphasised.

"How long will I have to keep her here?" I asked.

"One more day, tomorrow night; one half of the group will interrogate the nightclub for answers and the rest will come collect her."

"I see, is there anything else needed to be done?"

"Yes, we will need you at headquarters all day during the mission in case there is a break in."

"But won't she wonder where I am?" I questioned with perplexity.

"Don't worry about that, just do as told."

"Alright, by-"

Before I could even speak, he was gone with the wind. Yeosang has always been a mysterious person and that scared me a lot.

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3rd person POVnight fell as the shining crescent glowed with the superb stars. chilly breezes blew tremendously, accompanied by random drizzles coming from a partly clear stratosphere. the radiance of seoul's lights gleamed beautifully, creating a juxtaposing skyline of colour.

The girls quickly made their way down the same alleyway as before and approached the back door of the club, sounds of city noise hid their secretiveness as they entered.

Inside was just a disaster, shattered elements laid on the damaged disco floor as dried blood had leaked into the cracks. tables flipped, bullet debris left within the stained walls, chairs smashed and windows broken.

Each flicking on a torch, Jennie beckoned for the girls to look around. But before they even could, the sources of light were soon aligned to the cold blooded faces of three handsome men.

"Well, what do we have here?"

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Haewon's POVthese were definitely some of the gunmen, the figures match my memory almost too identically. everyone froze on the spot, no one said a word as we knew that it would be fatal.

To my right, a gun clocked speedily as Jennie held it firm to the tallest member. They all looked unfazed, as another reload came from behind us.

"Don't make me shoot your fine ass" the voice said.

"It's alright Wooyoung, they won't do anything." the mullet man chuckled with a sickeningly tone of sarcasm.

"Drop the weapon bitch." the dimpled guy commanded, shooting a grimacing glare at my friend.

She did as told.

He then stepped towards the weaponry and gave it a light kick towards his partner, who caught it instantly and twirled the dual guns into his upper pockets.

"That wasn't that hard was it now?" the tallest spoke with rhetoric. "Now get on the floor."

Obedience slowly came across each of us as we knelt down on the discoloured flooring, the squad came over and placed us in handcuffs. The member doing mine was surprisingly careful, he leant in and whispered "we aren't complete monsters, keep that in mind sweetheart." before pulling me up to my feet.

Bewilderment began to stir my thoughts while we were all escorted out of the scene and into a jet black van.

I do hope Lalisa is safe.

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