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Okay, so she wasn't able to get Tristan to let her be a lonely bean with Reese but she was able to make him not go all Leon either. "Don't you dare step a foot downstairs," he told her. "Wait here until I'm done dealing with this nonsense."

Did he forget I'm a very disagreeable child? But aloud she said, "Sure. Absolutely." Not. She hadn't expected it to work, much less him believe her, but he did. That was probably his second-worst mistake of the day, right after putting Reese and (Y/n) together in the same house.

Annoying plus annoying did not equal not annoying. Double negatives did not equal a positive in this case.

Heh.

(Y/n) came before a circular couch as she wandered across Tristan's floor. It curled around a matching white coffee table on a round black carpet that faced the large windows. What friends is he going to invite over to sit there? She wondered why they all needed so many tables and chairs—besides Leon, he seemed to have the only normal rooms—when they only seemed to associate with themselves. Well, unless you counted out Kieran. But his "friends" weren't exactly the type (Y/n) wanted to have...

She saw her paint job with Jaehyun. It was still in front of the blue-haired male's bedroom. He hadn't made an attempt to clean it off. Is he too lazy or does he just have weird tastes? She raised an eyebrow. Wait, maybe everything sunflower makes, even if it's trash art, is worth so much Tristan wants to sell his wall later? Okay, I get that. Sunflower's art is so good that not even my crap job can ruin it.

Looking at her work right next to his made her ego cry a little. What was left of her pride, that was. It had suffered a great deal ever since "coming here." Note the quotation marks around "coming here."

If she concentrated enough near the staircase, she could hear a few strains of conversation. Honestly, "conversation" was a poor label for what she heard. There were faint angry zebra sounds and fainter still professor popsicle noises. All on top of the uncaring laughter of a perverted Yeti.

Not a good combination, especially when the grown-ups decided to leave out poor Jaehyun again.

She decided she'd be a bad child and eavesdrop. It did help that their argument was on the floor right below her. He said I couldn't step a foot downstairs, she thought slyly. So I won't.

(Y/n) promptly sat down on the top stair that was cleaner and brighter than she was, keeping her feet on the marble fifth floor. Not breaking the rules, eh? He can't call me out for this.

She peeked over the wrought iron railing. The three were nowhere in sight but she could clearly hear their voices more clearly now.

"What do you think you're doing?!" She heard Tristan hiss. "We were supposed to keep this subtle, Matthews. Subtle. But you went in and killed the rest of the players. That's not subtle!"

"I don't f*cking care anymore," Leon growled. "Ever since I stupidly decided to listen to you, a**hole, nothing's been going well. She's in more danger and that wasn't part of the f*cking deal. Tell me why I should listen to you and not snap Fujikawa's f*cking neck right now."

Wait, then...Her eyes widened. Mr. Brooks and Ms. Florence are...dead now?

Tristan groaned. She could imagine him covering his eyes. "Are you a fool? Now my father is aware that something's wrong. It'll be a matter of time when he finds out and puts us into a tighter cage."

"Then why don't you just kill that son of a b*tch? If you're so smart, that should be easy for you."

"The headmaster has 24-hour security," the stoic male said through gritted teeth. "You don't think I've tried? Only his guards die because of my efforts but not him. And he can always replace his bodyguards."

"That's not my f*cking problem. I don't give a sh*t about this school—schools like this sh*thole are a dime a dozen."

"You shouldn't be so careless about your education, Leon-chan~" Kieran crowed from somewhere. "What would little Connie say about his big brother—ack!"

(Y/n) winced as she heard the black-haired male yell at him to shut up and punched, or kicked, the white-haired male.

"Please don't destroy any more things," Tristan keened. "It's a hassle to have to call in the workers again, especially when it hasn't even been a month since I had to last call them in when you wrecked the living room, Matthews."

Leon barked out a sharp laugh. "Do I look like I give a sh*t?"

"You will when your brother sees—"

"Don't talk about my brother," the tall male seethed dangerously. "Leave him out of this."

"I am not the one who brought him into this mess by bringing him here and you know that. You will get what you want if you don't continue to mess things up like you've just done, understand?"

"F*ck you."

Same old, same old, (Y/n) observed. Henchman A getting pissed at henchman B while the prince tries to reason with them but henchman A is taking none of it. Yep, nothing different. Just another usual day.

"You have no idea what he's done," Leon growled. His words were meant for the intellectual although his furious, almost feral eyes were fixed on the white-haired male. "For all your 'I know everything that's going on' crap, you weren't able to see what really f*cking mattered."

"What are you talking about?" Tristan studied the other male's body gestures that radiated with fury, as a seed of doubt wedged itself into his iron-plated mid. A stitch of worry appeared between his brows. "What exactly happened? I cannot understand you with all the profanity you spew like a fountain."

"Understand?" Leon felt his blood boil at Tristan's normally cool tone that only sounded like it was underwater to him right now. He didn't want to explain himself. He didn't want to bring Tristan to his side to deal with Kieran. He wanted to do it himself.

He made a promise to (Y/n). His (Y/n). And it was a promise he'd carry out himself, no matter what he'd have to drag himself through or what kinds of people he'd have to cut down.

"You understand nothing, sh*thead," the furious male growled. "You're always pissing me off with that self-righteous attitude of yours, as if you're the only one who knows what's f*cking 'best.' I don't work that way, dumba**, and I'd be damned if I believe another f*cking word that comes out of his mouth."

Leon shook his head, taking a threatening step forward. "I should've realized this was a f*cking bad idea." I shouldn't have let her in here, in this cage. He made up his mind and steeled his nerves, mind, and muscle as he set his burning sights on the two males in front of him. "Step aside, Knight. If you want to f*ck your old man over, you better not try to stop me from smashing that f*cker's skull in. I will f*ck you up too if I have to. Don't f*cking try me."

Tristan didn't budge from his stance between the two. No emotion showed on his cool mask as he processed the undisguised threat. He was staring into the eyes of a wounded beast, he realized. Or perhaps a starving one. No matter which it was, both were just as dangerous, just as brutal.

Just as lethal. Fighting head-on with Leon Matthews was a scenario Tristan wanted to avoid at all costs. But losing Kieran would be a major blow to his plans. People would start talking. People would find out. Then the Fujikawas with all their power and influence would come at the school like what their power-hungry a**es have been trying to do for decades.

Tristan wanted his father exiled from his castle, but he did not want Fortuna to fall into the wrong hands. Especially that of the P4's families.

He wanted control, and he was quickly losing it.

He glanced back briefly at the male behind him. Out of morbid satisfaction or sheer idiocy—he was convinced it was the latter—Kieran was still there. He was leaning back on his hands that gripped the island behind him, a wicked smirk dancing wildly on his lips. A twinkle of excitement and a twinge of regret could be seen in his unusually colored eyes.

"If you keep talking dirty to me like that, bad things might happen." Kieran aimed a wink at his attacker. "If you catch my drift, that is."

"I'll show you bad, you f*cking psychopath—"

"Matthews!" Tristan's authoritative voice echoed through the room. "Step back. Right now."

"You're gonna stop me?" Leon sneered. "You and what army—"

"It wasn't a request," Tristan growled, his blue eyes flashing with a blatant warning. "Step. Back. If you won't do it willingly, I have a million ways to force you to. Don't even try me. So step back." His eyes fell to the pipe in Leon's hands. "Drop the weapon and we'll talk in another room. I want to know more about this incident you speak of."

Kieran opened his mouth, no doubt to mock Leon again about being Tristan's pet mutt under a swift glare from the said male made him shut up and hold his hands up in surrender. Leon's jaw tightened as he weighed his options in his head. He knew what Tristan was hinting at and it wasn't something he was willing to risk.

Because who would ever suspect anything if a little boy accidentally ate a food gone bad?

The idea made him furious but terrified at the same time. He hated how easily Conan could be used to control him but at the same time, he was thankful for it. What if one day his rage got to the point he couldn't control it anymore?

And what if...(Y/n) was the one standing in front of his fists?

"Fine." Leons spat out his agreement venomously. "Then I get to beat that motherf*ker half to death."

"I make no promises."

(Y/n), still in her curled-up position on the stairs, heard the heavy thump of metal on marble and the sound of disappearing footsteps. Two sets of feet. Leon and Tristan were gone. She could hear Kieran move a second later, groaning as he stretched his sore limbs and cracked his joints. There was the shuffling of fabric as he too went off somewhere.

I can work with this, she realized with a spark of hope. The four of them were once banded together, an impenetrable wall she couldn't break through alone. But now...things were different. The spark of distrust she'd planted among them had somehow worked. She had a chance now with them separated like this. Without Tristan functioning as the heart that kept all the P4 aware of her and Reese's movements, she could now take advantage of their disunity and bend them to her will as much as she could.

At least she's gotten something to work in the time she's been here. Four days? Five days? A week? She's lost track. Whatever the timeframe would be, Reese seemed okay and she was too. For the most part. And that was all that mattered.

She didn't really want to think of what came after their escape. In her mind's eye, all she could see were the two of them living their lives as usual, just with three fewer people. Four, if she counted Jasper. Their friendship was broken. She had to come to terms with that. Though it didn't mean she'd forget about him. He was still alive, still here, and still hurting. That's all the reason she needed to try and help him, especially with their long history of friendship.

Her life didn't matter. She was nothing to society, to the world. Only a handful of people would mourn her passing. But those two were different. They were people who others cared about. Who she cared about. They weren't invisible like her.

(Y/n) quickly snuck back downstairs to the second floor where her room was. Crap, it's still locked. How am I going to get in? She looked around for something to shatter the lock with but in all seriousness, that heavy bolt didn't look like anything was going to break it anytime soon.

She only had one option left. I'm going to have to ask one of them, (Y/n) sighed. Popsicle and zebra are busy and snowman's out of the question. That only leaves sunflower. I hope I'm not getting myself into more sh*t with this...then again, what can I do that doesn't end badly?

"Jay?" (Y/n) knocked his door tentatively after taking the elevator all the way up to the fourth floor. "Are you in there?" There was a loud thump and a cry as something fell over. "Uh, are you okay in there?"

"I-I'm fine!" The door opened mere seconds later, revealing a messily dressed Jaehyun with paint splattered across his hoodie and shorts. He hadn't been wearing a smock. He flushed when he saw that his hands were also coated with a fine layer of (e/c) paint and he wiped it down on his shirt. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? Did something happen?"

"I can't get into my room," she nodded behind her. She caught a glimpse of an unfinished canvas in the room behind the boy. "The others are, um, preoccupied so I was wondering if you could help."

His face brightened. "Of course! Is it locked from the outside or inside?"

"The outside..."

"Okay, one second." He dove back into the room and quickly washed his hands. She heard the jingling of keys as he returned with a large metal key ring.

"Tristan gives us all a master key," he told her when he noticed her curious look. "Just in case we lock ourselves out or something. It should work on your door."

Would that key work on the basement? "Okay, thanks again, Jay." Probably not but it wouldn't hurt to try.

They went back to her room where Jaehyun immediately got to work. He tried all the keys on his key chain, even the master key, but none of them seemed to work. "That's weird..." he murmured, scratching his head. "It always works for me."

(Y/n) stifled a yawn and crouched down next to the boy. "Maybe this lock was recently installed, not that I'd remember."

"Mhm, maybe." He noticed the tired droop of her eyes and the yawn she tried to hold back. "Are you tired? You should really get some rest if you are."

(Y/n) glared at the lock. "I would if I could get in."

"Do you want to use one of my rooms?" His face turned red at her surprised look. "N-no, I don't mean anything weird by it! I have one extra room left that I don't use, s-so if you're interested, you can use it if you want. I-it has a bed and everything. I'll wake you up when I get this open, okay?"

"It's really fine," she started to protest. "I can't bother you with my problem and go slack off—"

"Really, you should rest." He held her gaze with his and for once, he didn't look away first or break out with a blush. "It's not good if you don't take care of yourself. You do that and I'll find a way to unlock this door, okay?"

Honestly, that was a really tempting offer. But at the same time, she was still a little wary about the blond. Every time she was around him, she felt like she had to tread carefully as if she was walking on eggshells. Or knifepoints. One wrong move and he'd snap. And her life would be gone just like that. It wasn't as if he hadn't threatened to before.

There was only one response in this situation and she was getting awfully tired. "Let me know if anything comes up." She covered her yawn with the back of her hand. She was planning on sleeping through the afternoon and night. "See you in the morning..."

His eyes followed her frame as she wandered off something. "Mhm, good night."

In her dream, the world was quivering, shaking, and blurring at the edges. It was less dream and more nightmare. A blinding light burst in front of her dream eyes, ensnaring her, and pulling her slowly apart. Then came the shadows that fell in waves like a tide, bringing with it silence and tranquility before everything shatters.

At least she wouldn't remember it when she awoke. She'd have a hazy memory of having a somewhat unpleasant dream, but that was it. It would be fine. Her wakeup call, however, was anything but.

What felt like mere minutes passed to her when in reality it was hours, sunlight flooded her vision as she slowly cracked her eyes open and immediately closed it after. Her senses blurred back into reality as she groaned at the prospect of having to wake up. She buried her face back into the pillow, her mind and body still sluggish. Why leave the comfortable and warm bed to brave the icy morning chill?

Ew...light. She raised her hand to block the uncomfortable onslaught on her closed eyes. As her hand fell, it hit something. A pillow, maybe. Or a comforter. It was soft like one.

But were inanimate objects supposed to be that warm?

Her eyes popped open at the realization to see a wall of white in front of her. Or more specifically, someone's chest.

Hold up, (Y/n) stared bug-eyed at the sudden appearance of a lifeform when she was sure she'd locked the door last night. Her mind spun as she tried to connect the dots. Did snowman break into here again?

It wasn't Kieran. It was Jaehyun. The blond boy was still sleeping, his face almost angelic and beautiful. His bangs fell across his forehead and eyes in golden rays of sunlight. His arms tightened around her as she tried to move.

"Five more minutes..." he murmured, bundling her closer to him. "Go back to sleep..."

Have these people never heard of personal space? She wedged her hands between them to make more breathing space. "Woi, wake up." She felt a little bad about waking him up when he was sleeping so peacefully—she knew the feeling. She'd kill even Reese if he interrupted her sleep—but it had to be done. She was no one's pillow.

"S—Jay!" She shook him a little. "You kinda fell asleep in the wrong room, dude. Wanna get up now? Anytime soon?"

A pinch appeared between his eyebrows as he groaned and buried his face into the pillow, not loosening his grip on her. "No...I don't wanna wake up," he moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. "It's too early."

I think we just swapped personalities. That should be something I'm saying. "You can go back to sleep when you tell me why you're in my bed."

Finally, he decided to open his eyes. His lips drew into a sleepy smile. "Your bed?" He softly shook his head. "Silly...this is my room."

Well, crap.

"Um, my bad then!" This is why no one trusts me with a map or a GPS. "Sorry for taking up your bed. I'll be going now—"

"It's too early," he said again, his eyes fluttering shut. "Stay a little longer...please?"

"Even if you ask nicely that's going to be a no from me."

A small frown settled over his face. "But why? You were sleeping just fine earlier." A blush erupted across his face and he began to panic. "I-I wasn't watching you sleep or anything! D-don't get the wrong idea! I-I didn't see your sleeping face either, don't worry! You just looked really relaxed and I didn't want to wake you so..."

"A-anyway!" He sat up with the comforter tumbling down his torso. He covered his face with a hand and looked away in a futile attempt to disguise his embarrassment. "You should go back to sleep." He placed a hand on her head and smoothed down her hair. His hand lingered over her eyes. "Breakfast isn't for an hour and you need sleep to maintain your beauty, you know!"

"Touching, but I doubt I'd win a beauty pageant anytime soon." The (h/c)-haired girl removed his hand with little force. "Though that is a tempting offer...did you manage to get the room open yet?"

Maybe she should be freaking out more about waking up with someone in her bed. But if that someone wasn't Kieran, she honestly didn't care as long as they didn't try to disturb her slumber.

"About that..." Disappointment appeared on his face before it was replaced by forced cheerfulness. "I had to take the whole lock off. I don't know who has the key but whoever does, they're probably the one who installed it in the first place. So none of my keys will work."

"Oh!" He brightened. "I have a better idea. I think there should be a spare set in the storage. We could install a new one for you since that old one only locks from the outside. Then no one else can bother you again. What do you think?"

"I guess," (Y/n) yawned. "That would be helpful." Imagine all the sleep time I could get! Um I mean, imagine all the privacy and time to plot Reese's break out. Totally didn't forget about you there, tomato boy.

"On the flip side it might be annoying," Jaehyun murmured in a voice so low the (h/c)-haired girl couldn't hear him. "It keeps those pests out but...I'll just have to make a copy of the key..."

"Huh?" She lifted her head. "Whaddya say?"

He gave her an innocent smile. "I was just wondering what color I should use for the centerpiece of the sculpture I was making. I had a hard time deciding even when I slept on it."

All I do is smack some paint on a canvas and call it a day in art class. "Well, good luck deciding. Knowing you, it'll probably be amazing no matter what color you use. Don't worry about it too much."

Now back to the real question. She rolled over on the bed. How to steal a key from popsicle who has a team of ninja butlers without being caught. Maybe I can distract him with something and—

"(Y/n)." The sudden sound of her name called out startled her, making her jump a little and making her shiver. She spun around with wide eyes, only to see Jaehyun's once smiling face now serious. His ruby eyes that reminded her so much of a rabbit were now two mirrory pools of crimson water that implored her for something she could not give.

"(Y/n)...you're the only one for me," the boy breathed, crawling closer to her on the bed as she scrambled back. "You're the only one who understands me...I'm so alone..."

"W-what's wrong, Jay?" Her back slammed into the headboard; there was nowhere left to run. "That was just lip service! Hey, settle down—"

"You're the one who should settle down." He slammed his hands on both sides of her head, caging her in. "When you're thinking of me so much...isn't it only natural I'd reciprocate? I knew you felt the same, (Y/n)."

She shrank back against the wood of the headboard as much as she could. "Calm down, this is a misunderstanding!" She shrieked, holding her hands out protectively. "I said that was lip service—well, maybe a little—but it's still lip service!"

"You smell so sweet..." He lowered his face to her hair, a feeling of elation washing over him at the small, almost nonexistent, distance between their bodies. She was no longer some faraway thing he could only think of and wish for. No longer a person he could only peek at when no one was looking and dream about when he went to sleep at night. She was a reality, not a dream, and no longer just a 2D being that lived within one of his paintings.

She was here.

That sweet scent of raspberry and sunshine brought with it a rush of ideas and inspiration. His hands curled into fists against the smooth wood as they itched to paint. To paint everything—every single little and big emotion he was feeling at this moment. To paint her wide (e/c) eyes that looked like a smudge of (e/c) framed by a halo of sunlight. The smear of pink that was her lips, defined by the smooth milkiness of her skin. A blank canvas, just waiting for someone to paint on it.

"I should lock you up here," he murmured, touching his forehead with hers. "In a place where no one can see you but me. We can be together for all of eternity, forever and ever. I can't paint without you, (Y/n)—argh!"

"I'm sorry about this!" (Y/n) slammed her elbow into his gut. Jaehyun's hooded eyes flew open in surprise as a sharp breath flew out of his mouth as he doubled over in pain. "No hard feelings, okay? See ya!"

"Ugh...w-wait, (Y/n)!" Jaehyun extended a hand towards the fleeing girl, his other pressed to his stomach. He scrambled to his feet and began giving chase.

Oh crap, déjà vu? She looked behind her as she ran to see the boy running after her. Do these people work by a system or something? Sorry sunflower, but snowman already did this so you ain't original, but you hella persistent!

"(Y/n)! Why are you running from me? There's nothing to be afraid of!"

That only made the (h/c)-haired girl speed up. Her breathing was already becoming labored as she rounded around the hallway and made a beeline straight for the stairs.

"(Y/n)?" She heard the blond call again, his voice and footsteps echoing through the hallways. His tone fell flat, both dark and threatening. "I'm not playing anymore, (Y/n). Stop trying to leave me all the time...if you keep doing that, I'll have to punish you."

Whatever he was thinking of, that did not sound good. She bolted down the stairs without a moment of hesitation. Fortunately, most of her bad luck had fled her and she was able to make it safely down the flight without breaking a leg. But now she was on Kieran's floor—that wasn't a good thing.

"(Y/n)?" Jaehyun came to a stop at the top of the stairs. "Where did you go? Downstairs...? You reaaally shouldn't have done that, you know. You're only delaying the inevitable...and it'll be worse with all your misbehaving. How about we play a game then?" He came down the stairs, his footsteps slow and echoing, taunting her. "A game of hide-and-go-seek. If I catch you, I win. If I don't, you win."

His voice turned excited. "The winner should get a prize, right? I know! If I win...you'll let me have your legs, okay?"

Not even if you offer to buy it! (Y/n) sprinted down the next flight of stairs that was located on the other side of the third floor. Too bad they didn't build their staircases right below each other. So extra. He's persistent! How long will he chase me for?

An inkling of fear weaved itself into her mind. Even though she's always regarded their threats as empty ones before unless they involved her friends, she knew better now. Despite Jaehyun's bashful claims he loved her, there was something seriously messed up with him. She detected no lie in his tone—none of the P4 seemed to be outright lying to her in her stay here—yet his way of showing it was not...conventional.

"I can't have you running away all the time," the boy sighed. "It's fun in the beginning but the game gets dull, you know? We can have more fun together if you just behave. Forever and ever and ever..."

Running would be useless. Even with his delicate looks, he's proven himself to be stronger than she was. And coupled with his morbid determination, she'd tire sooner than he would. That meant the only option was to hide. In other words, to get into a room and make sure he couldn't get in.

She liked her legs attached to her body, thank you very much.

As soon as her feet touched the second floor, she barreled straight down the hallways and into the first room she saw. It didn't have a lock. Her panic growing, (Y/n) hurried out and went into another one, frantically searching for a lock. Not here either...argh, does zebra have a thing with locks or something?!

His laughter rang through the air somewhere behind her, freezing the blood in her veins. "I can hear you running, (Y/n). You're not really good at this, are you?" His shadow floated across the floor as he neared the hallway she was in. It was only a matter of time before he turns the corner and sees her.

Crap, crap, crap—where's a room with a lock when I need one?! Aren't locks supposed to come with a door? She was running out of time and options. She'd have to barricade herself in instead. She'd only be wasting valuable minutes trying to find something that wasn't there.

She dove in the room and closed the door shut quickly. (Y/n) pushed a shelf against it just as the sound of running feet got closer and something slammed into the door, shaking it. "(Y/n)!" Came Jaehyun's desperate, almost broken cry. "Why are you running away from me? I won't do anything to you...don't be scared of me. Please...OPEN THE DOOR!"

"I'm good right here, thanks!" She yelled back. (Y/n) pushed a table and chair against the shelf even as it shook violently from the boy's attempts. Fear twisted a knife in her gut and coursed adrenaline through her veins like lightning. Her legs twitched, fighting the impulse to run when there was clearly nowhere to go. Her eyes swept across the room for something, anything, to make him go away. To make his yelling and banging on the door to stop.

It landed on the window. She could climb out and try to get into another room, couldn't she? If she was lucky, Leon might be there. For all his weird quirks and overprotectiveness, she hated to admit he might be the only boulder in this typhoon right now.

"Fine." Jaehyun stopped hitting the door. He rested his forehead at the battered frame. "I'll wait for you. Right here." His voice was sickly sweet and almost dreamlike, a honeyed, mellifluous melody that reached out to her with poisoned claws. A giggle sounded through the door. "But you know you can't hide for long, (Y/n). I'll get in there sooner or later..."

She ignored his taunts as she rolled up her sleeves and pushed at the window. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally opened. She sighed with relief and pushed a crate under the window—the room was a storage closet of some sort—and climbed up.

It was easier to ignore Jaehyun now that the rushing wind was all she could hear and the cold chill of the morning all she could feel. But unlike her balcony with that conveniently placed tree, there was nowhere to go from this side of the building. She could always try to jump down but even on the second floor, the fall was a long one.

Should she risk it? Her body was already half outside the window anyway. A few broken bones beat anything Jaehyun had to offer her.

"Hey, why are you so quiet?" The blond took a step back from the door. "Don't hide, come out and play with me! If you don't come out quickly...I wonder if it'll be okay to punish you?" There was another unhinged giggle. "The punishment will be really, really scary, you know~"

I can mean it now when I say this boy gives me anxiety. Screw it. She hefted herself with her hands and swung a leg outside. Then another until she was sitting on the windowsill and the only thing keeping her steady was her tight grip on an unreliable window frame. (Y/n) eyed the fall down with distrust. On top of that, there was no tree she could Mojo Jojo over onto. And the next window over looked further than she was comfortable with.

A loud crack resonated through the room as the door began to give away, making her flinch and she almost tumbled off the window. "Just wait a little longer!" Jaehyun called giddily, his voice a little muffled. There was another loud impact and the door, along with all the furniture blocking it, shuddered. "Wait a little longer, my (Y/n)! I'll be with you soon."

She had to act. Now. (Y/n) muttered a quick curse and prayer under her breath, cursing herself for skipping the gym all these years and sending a prayer to the tomato gods that something will work out in her favor.

Here goes nothing...The (h/c)-haired girl, keeping her grip tight on the sides of the window, slowly lowered her feet towards the minuscule ledge right below her. Hope tunneled its way into her heart as her feet skimmed the little ledge. She might just be able to escape and maybe even somehow use this incident in her favor to get one more of them off her back. Sooner or later she'd be able to unlock Reese's room—

But as soon as her footing steadied and her death grip on the window slackened, the door burst open with a solid crack, wooden splinters flying everywhere like deadly arrows that exploded against the walls on impact.

Jaehyun smiled, his murderous eyes softening at the sight of his love finally back within his grasp.

"There you are."

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A/N: What do you think of this chapter? What are the chances that the character you will survive this story with all her limbs attached?

Don't be a silent reader or I will start ending all these chapters with bad anime memes ;D