The Constant | Choi Mujin

six

I exited the bathroom, and as expected, Mujin was ther-

Wait a min.

Where's Mujin?

I looked from left to right and he wasn't there. Something is wrong.

Suddenly, a buff dude swung his fist in my stomach, making me fall over to the floor, coughing. I pushed my hands against the cool marble floor, trying to get up. The dude, however, kicked me in the same spot again, sending me flying back to hit a pillar.

"H- help!" I yelled as loud as I could, trying to crawl away. I am now bleeding out my mouth. Fun.

Okay, now this is actually terrifying. I don't wanna die, but I doubt my stick figure could handle another punch or kick.

He grabbed me by the hair, smashing my head to the floor once again and I blacked out.

*

I wake up to a small, cubical room with only one light in the middle. How cliché. This is exactly like those mob boss movies.

I tried to move, but my arms and legs were tied back to the chair.

Fuuuuck. I'm doomed.

I can't die here! I haven't even married a hot dilf yet. Nor have I kept a dog or a cat as pets. I can't die living an unfulfilled life.

Think, think! What should I do when kidnapped?

Well, that one video I watched on youtube said to always pack razor blades. But, I'm already kidnapped. Ugh, stupid Mujin! He said he would be there!! I'm smacking his balls when I see him for sure.

I hear footsteps and then, the door opened.

The Fugly American Dude.

Damn it.

He walked closer to me, smirking. "Sorry, sweetheart. This isn't personal, yeah? Just tell me what you know about Choi Mujin and I'll let you go,"

"W- where am I? Who's Choi Mujin?"

I'm so smart. He'll definitely not know if I act insomniac. heheh. You can't get rid of me, bitch.

He looked at me with his brows furrowed and then grabbed my jaw, squishing my lip with his thumb. Gross.

I immediately thrashed, feeling disgusted, but he was strong and I was bound. This annoying man then decided to laugh at me, before asking one more time,

"Tell me what you know about Choi Mujin. Now, or you die"

I thought about it. What information does he even want? I've been with Mujin for two weeks, what would I know?

Crap! I wanna tell him, but what is it that he wants to know?

"I don't know what you're talking about! Please, I can't even remember my own name!"

He slapped me across the face, jerking the chair away from its original spot by a little. That stung.

"Aah!" I started to cry out.

He pulled out a gun and pointed it to my head. Oh, this is the end. I'm dead.

"Last chaaance~" he sang a sick, twisted tune.

As I closed my eyes shut, accepting my fate, the door busted open and Mujin shot the guy multiple times, until he fell to the ground with a thud.

I was so relieved, I passed out again.

*

(third person pov)

Choi Mujin stared at the girl's roughed up body, her hair matted and tangled everywhere and her face smeared with dried blood. He felt bad for the girl.

And rightfully so, because it was a setup.

The kidnap of Ayeong was a trap laid by him, to see if he could place his trust in her. He had instructed Taejun to pretend to be on a call and talk about their business's private matters. From new drugs and their abilities, to locations of the warehouse, where he keeps the drugs.

They also set up a mole within the American's drug ring, just so they could spy on Ayeong's interactions.

Little did he know, Ayeong did not listen to Taeju's little drug talks at all when she was shopping, so she didn't know what to tell her kidnapper.

Mujin was feeling guilty to a girl who would have betrayed him the second she needed to.

It was thrice, that he had trusted the Yoon family. And maybe he would also be stabbed in the back three times. Who knows? Only time will tell.

Mujin sighed and lit up a cigarette, trying to keep calm. Taeju noticed his boss's odd behavior and said, "Were we too rough on her? Maybe I should've intervened sooner. She's beat up pretty badly."

Mujin glared at Taeju. "Were you not the one to report her 'odd behaviors'? You said she didn't trust us. Are you taken aback?"

Taeju shut right up and kept driving. He wouldn't dare look at his superior.

As the smoke of Mujin's cigars hit Ayeong's nose, she coughed and started to move.

"Ayeong, are you awake?" Mujin grabbed her body to face him, but Ayeong didn't respond, and only breathed heavily.

She was still too tired to wake up.

*

When they arrived at Mujin's house, he carried her inside, placing her in one of his guest rooms. He dismissed Taeju after they had called over a doctor to help patch her up.

She had a broken rib and her head required stitches.

After her treatment, Mujin went to his own bed and slept, awaiting the next day.

Ayeong was not happy the next day.

*

Mujin u little shit. How dare u deliberately set Ayeong up. Oh, wait. That was me, the author, who chose to bully her. Oops.

Anywayyy thanks for all the support! I'll keep updating daily (probably).