Wood creaks and my head shoots up off my knees. Sejeong steps out of her room, not blinking and groggy like I would expect, but clear and focused.

She takes note of my crouched position and my strained expression. "You went out." Her tone accusatory.

"I did," I say, my voice unsure and too fast.

Sejeong watches me, and I swear I can almost hear her thinking: You went out when I warned you not to.

"I meet Sehun in the vine courtyard."

Her eyes widen and her lips momentarily press together before she says, "You got caught."

I rub my hands over my face and press them into my temples. "No. Well, kind of. Not with Sehun." I stand up so fast that I see spots. I look at Sejeong for a long second and will myself to focus. "We went to those branches, the ones that make a bench in the sky, and we talked about the school, about nothing really. Then on the way back to the room, he told me to take the long way around to avoid the guards. And I . . ." My voice catches.

Sejeong looks at the door and back at me. "Suzy." There is an anxious edge in her tone now.

"My foot hit something in the shadows. A body. My foot hit a body." I cover my mouth with my hands. "I think it was Jungkook's friend, the one with blue hair." My words gargle and twist.

For just a second, Sejeong's completely still.

I move toward her, my words tumbling out. "He's was dead, Sejeong. Cold. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to leave him there. But I panicked and ran back to our room. I think one of the guards spotted me as I was shutting the door."

"How did he die?" Her voice is small and quiet.

"A knife in his chest. And blood. There was so much -"

"Stop." She closes her eyes and takes a breath.

And I do.

"You know our rules," she says with a steady voice.

I nod, squeezing my hands together until they hurt.

"If a guard saw you, they're going to question you. And then they're going to question me. We need to go to our bedrooms. Now."

"Omo, I just left him there on the floor, Sejeong." I look at the door to the hallway.

"Go to sleep, Suzy," she says in a harsh tone. "If they find us here talking about a dead body, you can bet anything they will throw us in the dungeon."

"Dungeon?" My voice rises sharply and I immediately pull it back down. "Shouldn't we at least -"

"There is absolutely nothing we can do about it right now that won't further complicate the situation," she practically spits at me. Her eyes turn fiery and her graceful fingers clench into fists. "You left the room, you took the risk, and now you've pulled me into this mess with you."

I take a step back, her burst of emotion sobering me up. "Sehun -"

"Sehun nothing. I don't want to hear that name right now. And I don't need all your teary words, either. You didn't even know Taehyung!" She turns on her heel and disappears inside her bedroom before I can react.

I stare after her, my heart beating steady, heavy thumps, my palms slick. Taehyung's body chest flashes in my mind, his hair stick to his face, his lifeless skin. My stomach wrenches and I run for the bathroom.

Double update: Chapter 9 and 10