𝓛ee Junyoung

You were walking home under the cloak of night. Your last class had run an hour longer than usual, leaving the streets deserted and shrouded in total silence. The cold wind stung your face, but it wasn't the weather that made you shiver; a sharp feeling of unease, the certainty that someone was watching you from the shadows, sent shivers down your spine. You tried to ignore the foreboding and quickened your pace when suddenly, reality hit you. A large hand clamped over your mouth as another arm pinned you down completely. Panic gripped you; you tried to scream, you kicked with all your might, and you struggled to break free, but it was useless. He was far stronger and larger than you.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't Mr. Park's precious daughter," whispered a voice laced with feigned emotion and irony. Immediately afterward, laughter echoed right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t you know your dear father killed my brother?” You began to tremble. Confusion and fear clouded your senses. What the hell was this guy talking about? Your father had murdered someone? Then the memories clicked. Your father was a police commissioner, and he had recently told you about one of his latest operations, a shootout in which, in self-defense, he took down one of the criminals. Junyoung, maintaining the pressure of his hand over your mouth, stated coldly.

— “You’d better cooperate. You’re coming with me. Don’t even think about screaming or I swear I’ll kill you, I won’t hesitate to do it.”