Most students who attend a murderous, vicious academy would at least expect to be graced with the decency of receiving a full night's sleep, right? Well, not at Yongsan Academy, apparently.

Yoonah woke up to the sound of a trumpet blaring through the intercom that she didn't even know was in her room, which was mildly concerning. She jolts awake, sitting up in her bed while trying to spot where the noise is coming from. She barely finds the speaker hidden in the upper left corner, conveniently hidden by a fake hidden plant so generously provided by the school (sarcasm intended) when Mr. Kim's voice decibels,

"Rise and shine my precious, savage students," Yoonah can practically hear the smile in his voice and it makes her sick. "The sun is awake which means so should you! Join me in the main hall for a glorious breakfast provided by the staff, and before you dare ask because I know you heathens will, yes it is mandatory. See you soon!"

The brunette groans and rubs her eyes before slipping out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold tile and sending shivers up her spine. She doesn't think much while she throws on her uniform and brushes through tangles before staggering out of her dorm like a zombie, and it seems like she is not the only one feeling that way. For once, the entire girls dormitory seems too tired to send glares her way and share words of venom.

Oddly enough, that makes Yoonah more uncomfortable than usual.

Sookie somehow manages to find the brunette quickly in the horde of zombie teenage girls, and wraps her hands around Yoonah's arm. Her head finds leverage on her shoulder as she drowsily mumbles. "Too early for this."

Yoonah pats her arm. "I know."

They manage to reach the main hall. The boys dormitory arrives too, looking just as torn for wear as the rest of them. Yoonah can't find Jaemin among them, and wonders if he somehow managed to sleep through the blaring announcement.

Sookie tilts her head slightly to look up, seeming to wake up a little more seeing as now she is capable of  glaring at Yoonah. "I was worried sick about you yesterday. You didn't answer your phone."

The brunette sucks in a soft breath. "Sorry. Busy day."

She hums like she knows something. A warm smile replaces the glare that was there previously as she prods her finger into Yoonah's ribs. "With Na Jaeminnnn." She drawls.

That seems to draw the attention of some of the girls around them, if their death stares are enough to go by. Yoonah slaps Sookie's shoulder. "Shut up." She hisses, all bark and no bite.

Sookie smirks. "Oh come on. Now is no time to act shy. Everyone knows that you're dating already."

Yoonah's heart skips a beat, and she has to bite her tongue from correcting Sookie.

"So," Sookie giggles as they stand idly and wait for Mr. Kim's arrival. Yoonah finds it slightly obnoxious to call a last minute meeting at seven in the morning and still not be on time. "How is he?" She nudges her shoulder suggestively.

Yoonah furrows her brows sleepily. "Huh?" She grumbles.

"You know," she leans forward to whisper in her ear, and covers her mouth with her hand. "In bed?"

Yoonah gapes, mouth wide and heat rushing to her cheeks. She slaps Sookie's shoulder in disbelief.

Sookie pouts and rubs her shoulder. "Sheesh, I didn't take you to be a prude."

The girl scoffs. "Jesus, Sookie..."

"Well," Sookie continues, because she never knows when to stop. "You didn't answer."

Yoonah drags a hand down her face. "He–" she groans. "We haven't done anything!"

Sookie raises a brow. "Anything?"

Damnit, Yoonah doesn't have it in her to lie. Especially not to Sookie. She narrows her eyes and mumbles, "Nothing."

"Damn," Sookie pauses. "Is he like, celibate?"

If possible, Yoonah groans louder. She considers giving one of the students free game, just so she can dig her grave faster. "Sookie, this conversation keeps getting more and more mortifying."

"As if you haven't seen enough already."

Just as Yoonah is about to respond, Principal Kim steps out from his office and nods his head in some form of greeting before staring at them with quite possibly the biggest look of disappointment possible. The students quiet down in his presence.

"I'm sure you all know why I've called a meeting," he sighs. "While I applaud your enthusiasm, the shenanigans pulled yesterday are unacceptable."

Shenanigans? Is that what they call it?

"Please refrain from committing any first degree murder, genocide, or foul play until final season. Then you are free commit any crime your vicious little heart desires,"

The students cheer, pumping their fists up in the air. Do they truly have no fear?

"Now," Principal Kim pulls a small, rolled up paper from his chest pocket and opens it. He pulls a thin pair of glasses dangling from his neck and adjusts it on his nose. "Most of you will get off with a warning, but the following students must attend detention after classes today."

Principal Kim begins listing off the names of students who must attend, which Yoonah only recognizes a few. She figures she should probably learn the names and faces of those she may possibly kill. Or will kill her. Whichever.

On the other side of the hall, where the boys have lined up, Yoonah finally spots Jaemin in the crowd. His ashy hair is slightly astray, which is a little bit alarming. Normally, his hair is styled to perfection, but Yoonah marks it off as just being early. They were all called to this meeting suddenly. He probably didn't have time to do it, and Yoonah certainly doesn't look her best, either.

Suddenly, Mr. Kim says, "Na Jaemin. Seo Yoonah."

They make contact for a split moment before Jaemin drops it. His eyes meet the floor as he bites his lip. Yoonah narrows her eyes and tilts her head in question, but doesn't get to contemplate it much longer before Sookie grabs her arm again.

Sookie sucks in a deep breath. "Detention. That's tough."

It's difficult to drag her gaze away from the ash-haired boy. She blinks rapidly before looking up at Sookie. "It's just detention."

Principal Kim continues, "Huang Renjun, Zhong Chenle and Park Jisung..."

The girl gives her a sympathetic look, as if saying 'you poor little thing'. "Detention is to weed out the weak."

Directly after, Principal Kim says, "You will all attend detention and clean the cafeteria and any other place that needs cleaning after yesterday's bloodshed. Please, try not to repeat the same mess again. After all, what was the point of those 'clean up after your murder' classes, right?" An unnatural smile adorns his face.

An attempt at a joke. A poorly executed one, in Yoonah's opinion, but the entire student body seems to find it hilarious. Or they're just kissing his ass. More than likely the latter.

"So," Yoonah leans into Sookie. "What happens in detention, then?"

"Anything. As long as Mr. Kim doesn't see it, anything is possible."

"He's not punishing us for what they did. He's punishing us because we got caught." Yoonah mutters in revelation.

Sookie nods. "Precisely."

Burning anger courses through her body. To think this school couldn't have gotten any worse.

Oh, how wrong she was.

━

Jaemin has made himself seemingly scarce today.

After the meeting with Principal Kim, everyone was dismissed and expected to attend their classes for the day. Yoonah had searched for the fox's eyes in the crowd but he had disappeared the moment the bell rang, signifying the start of classes. Instead, Donghyuck had approached the two girls with raised, suggested eyebrows.

"How are my two favorite girls doing?" He calls, voice a perfect mixture of sweet and sultry.

He gives Yoonah a gentle side hug and kisses Sookie right on the lips, which makes Yoonah bark out a laugh in shock.

She slaps Sookie's shoulder. "You're one to talk! When did you two get together?" She asks excitedly.

For once, Sookie has the audacity to look shy. A blush dances across her cheeks as Donghyuck wraps his arm around her shoulder and smirks. "After the Thanksgiving feast. Pretty romantic, right?" He teases, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Sookie's face softens into an expression of worry. She reaches for Yoonah's hands and says, "I wanted to tell you the moment it happened, but everything was so wrong, and you were so busy..."

A pang of guilt ruptures her heart. The first person she had somehow managed to befriend and she wasn't there for them? Too caught up in her own pretty web of lies.

Yoonah smiles warmly and shakes her head before pulling the two of them in a hug. Both their arms wrap around her and she is encapsulated in warmth, and she perhaps feels the most welcome she's ever felt in this cursed school. She squeezes them both tightly before stepping back.

"I'm just happy for you both," she coos, then turns to Donghyuck. She unsheathes Jaemin's knife from her thigh garter and flips it playfully. "Do keep this in mind though. I've become exceptionally skilled with a knife as of late."

"I'm shivering in my boots." Donghyuck fakes a shudder with a dull tone, but there's a mischievous light in his eyes.

For once, Yoonah couldn't have felt happier.

She tried to ignore the way her heart dropped at Jaemin's continued absence, and instead focused on her studies.

Not that that's really what is taking the top focus in her mind. Other than Jaemin, she couldn't help but think about what would happen in detention. Not only that, but the mere weight of finals creeping in was crushing her. She didn't have nearly enough experience as she should—nothing compared to the four years these students have trained in bloodshed. Naturally, with Jaemin training her, she's gotten better but she needed more, and preferably soon.

Her mathematics class passed smoothly, her anatomy and chemistry class chaotically (mainly due to Donghyuck and Chenle antagonizing her the entire time, but they had a lot to catch up on, and despite their teasing, she missed them), and her English class painfully slow. Although that was not what she dreaded the most.

The final bell rang, signifying the end of the day and the beginning of detention.

As she walks out of the classroom, shoulders hunched and head bowed to avoid any unwanted attention, she pulls out her phone. A sigh of disappointment escapes her chest at the lack of notifications from a specific someone. She sends a quick text to Jaemin asking him where he is when suddenly she bumps into someone, sending her phone tumbling across the floor.

Yoonah gasps as she looks up.

Mihi glares at her, holding her arm where Yoonah had run into with her shoulder. "Watch yourself." She snaps.

Yoonah stares at her with her mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Her heart is pounding against her chest and she can only pray that Mihi doesn't hear it. She can not focus on anything except for the ghastly scar across her neck, where Jeno had cut her only a month ago.

At her silence, Mihi's glare grows sharper and she snarls, like a wolf pushed into a corner. "What're you staring at, new girl?"

At this, Yoonah can't resist rolling her eyes. She was growing tired of hearing that as an insult. Despite her racing heart, she takes a step closer. "You, Mihi. Tell me, how did that scar heal?" She taunts, tilting her head.

The blonde scoffs, staring at her incredulously. Subconsciously, her hand reaches for her neck, covering the scar. She follows Yoonah's steps, striding until they are face to face. Her intoxicating scent of roses infiltrates her senses, and Yoonah resists the urge to cough in her face.

"Want me to show you?" She snarls, her hand reaching for her pocket.

Yoonah is quick to respond, unsheathing her dagger from her thigh garter. She isn't sure whether to be proud or concerned for how quick she is to use it nowadays. The dark maroon hilt gleams from the ceiling light, and Mihi gasps.

"That's Jaemin's knife. How did you get it?" She seethes.

An arrogant smirk adorns Yoonah's lips. She flips it in her hand, and doesn't mind when it slices her fingertip and ignores the drop of blood that falls onto the linoleum tiles.

"Did you forget, Mihi? You're not the only outsider in a den of lions."

Mihi sucks in a deep breath, shaking her head in incredulity. Before she can move any closer, though, an arm wraps around Yoonah's shoulder and she immediately recognizes the sun-kissed skin. She holds back the sigh of relief desperate to escape and leans into his embrace gratefully.

"Well girls, we don't want to be late for detention now, do we?" He sneers, tightening his grip on Yoonah's shoulders.

Mihi scowls, but backs down. "Right." She mutters before walking out of the classroom.

Yoonah turns to Donghyuck. "What are you doing here? You weren't assigned detention."

Donghyuck gives her a charming smile as he begins guiding them down the hallway. "Sookie was worried about you, so she sent me to watch over you."

Yoonah raises her brows. "Why didn't she come herself?"

"Practice." Donghyuck offers simply.

The girl hums. "Have you seen Jaemin by chance?"

Donghyuck sucks in a sharp breath but continues walking. He purses his lips as he says, "Not yet, but he'll be there. He wouldn't want to miss this."

They approach the theater, which Yoonah felt was an odd place to hold detention, but whatever. Donghyuck opens the door for her,

"Welcome to detention."

━

"How nice of you to join us, Mr. Lee." Professor Choi says with a grim smile from his seat in one of the many chairs in the amphitheater, clear sarcasm lacing his voice.

Donghyuck doesn't allow that to dapper his mood as he saunters into the theater with a smug smile adorning his face. He drags Yoonah along with him until they reach the stage, where a few students are resting. Some are laying on their backs, kicking their feet up in boredom. Others are hunched over scribbling in notebooks. Among them is Park Jisung, Zhong Chenle and Huang Renjun.

Chenle immediately lights up at the sight of them. He waves his hand over amicably until they reach the small circle they've created. He pulls Yoonah down to sit next to him and nuzzles into her arm.

Donghyuck sits beside her, sandwiching her in between the two. "I don't think you three have been introduced before. Seo Yoonah, meet Park Jisung and Huang Renjun."

Chenle giggles excitedly and pulls Jisung closer into his arms, forcing his head to rest on his shoulder. This causes a light blush to settle over Jisung's cheeks as he smiles meekly. "Jisung and I are partners." He says, and he doesn't specify whether he meant partners for the finals, or partners. Yoonah doesn't bother for clarification.

Yoonah sucks in a deep breath. She has never met the two, but of course she's heard their names. It's impossible not to. They were a part of Jeno's posse before everything shattered into pieces between Jeno and Jaemin, and are all in the top seven ranks of the school. They are some of the most deadly students in this entire school.

Yet again, so are Donghyuck and Chenle.

With that in mind, she gives her best impression of a smile. "Nice to meet you."

Jisung nods meekly, but Renjun leans forward with a curious gleam in his eyes. "You're Na Jaemin's girlfriend, right?"

Yoonah hesitates before she nods.

"We met at the Thanksgiving feast, but unfortunately I didn't get the chance to properly meet you."

They all wince simultaneously at the mention of the feast.

Before she can say anything in return, Professor Choi stands from his seat with a clipboard in hand and calls for their attention. "As it is now four in the afternoon, this marks the official start of detention. Raise your hand when I call your name."

He begins to call students names. Yoonah raises her hand when he calls her own name.

"Na Jaemin?" He calls. Silence ensues. "Where is Na Jaemin?"

As if he could hear the calling of his name, the grand doors to the theater swing open and in walks Jaemin. He is encapsulated by the sunlight peering through the large windows, casting his form in an eerie shadow. The angles of his face are harsher than usual, and the depths of his eyes are darker from a lack of sleep. He slowly walks through the narrow walkway between thousands of empty seats.

"I'm here." He says, his voice small and muted.

Professor Choi clicks his tongue in irritation. "Take a seat." He nods his head to the stage where the rest of the students sit while he scribbles something onto the paper on his clipboard. "Is that everyone?"

Just as the door to the theater is about to close, someone shoves it open with a force that sends it slamming into the wall. Principal Kim stands in the entrance with the one and only Lee Jeno. His hands are clutching Jeno's collar as if he were a rabid dog just waiting to be released and make a run for it. There's a lazy smirk on the blonde's lips.

Yoonah can't pin the exact expression residing in Mr. Kim's eyes. It wasn't necessarily anger, but more or so regret.

The answer is evident: you don't get sent to detention because you did something bad, but because you got caught.

What could Lee Jeno have gotten caught doing?

Jaemin pauses his stride and turns to stare at the new oncomers, and he and Jeno share a brief look before Jaemin turns back, stalking to the stage slowly.

Mr. Kim shoves Jeno further into the theater. He stumbles but manages to straighten himself out and stand tall, mocking a stance akin to a prideful lion as Mr. Kim dusts off his suit jacket.

"I apologize for the interruption, Mr. Choi, but I'm afraid you have another detentionee."

"None the matter, I'm happy to take on more delinquents."

They share a sharp smile before Principal Kim nods orderly. Before he leaves, his eyes land on Yoonah's briefly and a shudder passes through her body.

The room is stiff with unreleased tension as Jaemin makes his way up the stage. He pauses for a brief moment, and Yoonah stares at him desperately, urging him to join them. He walks closer, and Donghyuck scoots over so he can take a seat beside her.

She leans close to whisper in his ear. "Where have you been?" She urges, but she cannot deny that she feels grateful to be in his presence again. His comforting scent of sandalwood and vanilla is welcoming, no matter his stand offish-ness.

He shrugs. "I've been sick."

Brows furrowing, she says, "You should have told me."

At that, he gives her an indescribable look. "I didn't think to do so."

She purses her lips. "Next time, you know."

Before he can reply, a shadow looms over them. She looks up and holds back a gasp as Jeno passes them and takes a seat opposite of them, in between Renjun and Jisung, facing them.

It is as though a cold wind has passed through all of them. Every person in this room seems to be taut with stiffness, an unknowing of what to do. Two of the highest ranking students in the same room, both capable of doing murderous things and certainly capable of doing it to each other, let alone others. The carving of Jaemin's initials in Jeno's clavicle is enough evidence.

Subconsciously, Yoonah reaches for Jaemin's hand, which is tightly clasped in his lap.

Professor Choi claps his hands. "Detention will take place now. You know how it works, and for those of you who do not, I hope you learn quickly. You all will be in charge of cleaning the cafeteria and main halls. Split the work evenly and be back in an hour," he waves his hands easily, shooing them away. "Off you go."

The rest of the students grumble curses or complaints, but stand nonetheless. Their group is no different, as they all stand. Jaemin allows Yoonah's hand to fall into his, and their fingers interlace, though his palm is warm and moist. The girl stares up at him curiously—he must be truly sick.

He spares her a short glance before tugging his bottom lip between his teeth and pulling her along, following the group through the halls. Donghyuck follows closely, right by her side, but Chenle seems unsure whether he should follow them or Jisung, who is waiting for him patiently. Ultimately, he runs to Jisung who welcomes him with a protective arm around his shoulder.

They follow in a straight line, with Jeno in the front. Which is odd, but Yoonah would also think it would be odd if he was at the back of the line. After all, he is the leader of this so-called school. But does he even deserve that title after Jaemin gave him a piece of his own medicine? How does he even have the guts to show his face and continue to lead as if nothing happened? Is that how he's kept his place at the top for so long, by forcing a mask of stone-cold indifference?

As if sensing their hesitation, Jeno says, "If you have a problem, then speak it. You all know I hate cowards."

He doesn't even turn his head. He simply keeps it facing forward and chin tilted with a sense of pride that felt impossible to reach. As if they were all below him and unworthy of his full attention.

If that were the case, then what brings him back?

Nobody objects, so they continue to the cafeteria in silence. There, students have already begun scrubbing the tables and mopping the floor. Yoonah is surprised to see them actually doing the tasks they were assigned.

That doesn't mean she lets her guard down, though.

They follow Jeno to the janitor's closet where they each take their own cleaning supplies. Yoonah takes a Windex bottle whereas Jaemin grabs a broom and dustpan. Donghyuck grabs a rag and waves it in front of Yoonah suggestively. She giggles and shakes her head at his stupidity, but can't ignore Jaemin's intense glare.

All seven of them are in the kitchen, and it feels almost wrong. Something disastrous is bound to happen.

Yoonah and Donghyuck tag-team cleaning all the counters and stoves; Yoonah sprays and Donghyuck wipes, which is totally unnecessary and definitely doesn't require two people to complete, but no one stops them so they keep doing it.

Jaemin sweeps the floor while Chenle and Jisung wash the dishes, giggling and squealing as they throw dirty dish rags and water at each other like two little kids. Water slushes around the sink when Jisung throws the sponge at Chenle, who screeches loud enough to break someone's eardrums, and it plops into the sink. It floods the counter and the floors, sloshing down the slippery tiles and into the drain.

The two freeze as Jeno nearly growls, glaring at them. "For fucks sake!" He bellows, chest rising in anger. "Can't you two do anything right for once in your pathetic lives?"

Chenle and Jisung sink into the counter, making themselves as small as possible. Yoonah watches the interaction with bated breath. Everyone around them pauses their tasks.

Jeno begins to pace the kitchen. "I ask one thing from all of you, and yet you cannot do the simplest thing!"

Yoonah has a feeling he isn't referring to the task of washing the dishes. No, this is the rehashing of an old argument before.

"I'm sorry," Jisung mumbles, head forcefully bowed.

Jeno turns on him. His hair falls across half of his face, revealing only one, bloodshot, incredulous eye before he strikes. His hands are formed into a fist and before any of them can react, he punches Jisung right in the jaw. It was as if a flash of lightning had struck Jisung down as he fell to the floor, moaning in pain and holding his face in shock. Chenle drops to the ground just as quickly and holds Jisung in his arms while everyone gasps in shock.

Jisung's nose is bleeding, and blood drips from it. It sinks into the flooded water until it is sucked up by the drain.

For once, Chenle looks livid.

"What the hell is your problem?" He yells, helping Jisung up to his feet. He stumbles and clings onto the other, and Yoonah swears she can see tears glistening in his eyes.

Jeno scoffs and points a shaking, deranged finger towards them. "You," he laughs, and then spins around and points a finger at every single one of them. "My problem is with all of you!"

Jaemin steps forward hesitantly. "Jeno-"

"What?" He bellows, staggering forward unsteadily. He is facing Yoonah now, though his eyes do not meet hers, and it is only then that she can smell the rancid stench of alcohol. "What are you going to do, Jaemin? Carve your initials into another part of me like you did last time?" He pulls the collar of his shirt, revealing the ghastly scar. It is red and agitated with puss residing in it, and looks eligible for an infection.

Yoonah can't help but feel guilty. He has no one to dress his wounds.

It is Renjun who steps forward. He doesn't look angry either, but holds that curious tint that seems to get so many people killed. "Why are you here, Jeno?"

"Am I no longer welcome?" He spreads his arms wide, smirking.

"Don't answer the matter with another question. You have taught us all too well to know that trick will not work on us." Jaemin objects.

"You weren't listed for detention with the rest of us. What did you do, Jeno?" Donghyuck asks. His eyes flicker with a mixture of concern and pity.

Jeno crosses his arms and looks away indifferently. "I was with Mihi."

Donghyuck snorts. "You were dumb enough to get caught?"

The blonde snaps his head sharply and sneers. "Who says I was caught?"

Jaemin furrows his brows and huffs. "You mean to tell me you went out and purposefully got caught making out with Mihi?"

Is that a hint of hurt lacing his tone?

Jeno seems to hear it too, because he flashes his sharp teeth. "Does that upset you?"

Jaemin tenses. "Don't fool yourself."

"So you mean to tell me that you intentionally got detention? For what? A hope for reconciliation?" Donghyuck asks in bewilderment.

Lip curling in disgust, the blonde ridicules, "I would never, but you expect me to miss an opportunity to kill?"

It is only then Yoonah notices the kitchen knife in his hand, and is it then that their eyes meet for the first time.

Suddenly, his blood-shot, hungry eyes make all the more sense when he lunges towards Yoonah, and an involuntary shriek escapes her lips as she is tackled to the floor. They crash onto the tile and the breath is momentarily taken from her as pots and pans clatter onto the floor. She screams and kicks violently, and they roll onto the floor before Jeno settles on top of her, a vicious smile dancing across his lips.

Yoonah manages to move her head to the side as the knife comes down. It sinks into the kitchen tile with unnatural force, and Yoonah gasps in shock. Evidence of her life nearly coming to an end was embedded into a tile sullen from dirty dish water. How charming.

Jeno locks her in place by straddling her hips. His eyes never lose that vicious tint as he digs through his vest, probably in search of another weapon. If there is anything Yoonah has learned, it is to never allow them a second chance. It'd be better if they never had a chance in the first place, but there was little she could do about that now.

Without another second to spare, she knees him directly in the balls. He groans and falls over, because despite how powerful Jeno is, he is still just a man with weak spots. As he hunches over, cradling his manhood, Yoonah slips out from underneath him and unsheathes Jaemin's knife. Her hands grip Jeno's platinum blonde hair and tugs violently. She hovers the blade just above his neck, and she hopes that Jeno's heart is pounding against his chest the same way hers did when he threatened his life.

"You're shaking." Jeno spits when he finally gets a hold of himself.

His head is tilted upwards so that he can speak into her ear. It sends spiders crawling down her spine. This is the closest they've ever been.

Much too close for comfort.

Yoonah tilts her head. Perhaps her shaking and unsteady hands are even more of a threat. Less control, and so much easier to cease her grip and slice his neck open.

Oh, to even be capable of that is slightly invigorating.

"And yet, you are the one on your knees with your life on the line."

"That is true, I cannot deny. You have the power. So, what will you do with it?"

She can practically hear the smirk in his voice and it drives her mad. But what a question that is—what will she do?

Just months ago, she would have never envisioned herself in a position like this. Threatening the life of the lion king, first in rank. Hell, even yesterday she would have never seen herself like this—vicious and scared. It all felt wrong; as if it were all staged. This person could not be her, could it? Is she truly capable of taking someone's life? Has she been pushed so far off the edge already?

At that very moment, screams erupt from the cafeteria. The detentionees scatter and run out of the canteen. It is only then that Yoonah looks up, loosening her hold on Jeno slightly to watch as Renjun opens the door to peer through. There, in the center of the cafeteria lies a student drenched in, presumably, their own blood. They're still alive, as they gurgle and choke on their own insides.

No one moves to help him, though. Although cruel, it would be wrong to take someone's kill.

Suddenly, Jeno grabs her arm and flips her over himself, sending her to the ground. He snatches Jaemin's knife from her hand and throws it across the room with such vehemence it seemed un-human. He snarls,

"You got lucky this time, but next time I have you in this position you will be begging for your demise."

"Jeno," a hand clamps down his shoulder. It's Jaemin's. He looks like he's on the verge of tears. "That's enough."

The vicious blonde glares at him before shoving Yoonah's shoulder into the cold tile harshly and stands. Dusting off his clothes, he scoffs. "Have it your way."

Then he exits the kitchen. Walking to the dying corpse, he leans over and places two fingers over his pulse. When he lifts his hand, they are covered in blood. He makes a show of turning back to every single one of them and dips his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the blood before stalking off.

For once, Yoonah is just grateful it is not her blood.

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