to die for [jsy + f!reader]

vii : intruder

author's note: bro this chapter took me so long to finish i'm almost embarrassed. enjoy it.

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"Welcome home, murderer."

My entire body came to a halt. Before I had time to process anything, fear struck me and took over my conscience. My first reaction after that was to bring my hands up, slowly. Without saying a word, I brought my hands above my shoulders, open and palms forward, my fingers trembling intensely. Finally, when I got even a loose grip on my psyche, I was able to shift my focus from the gun to the gun wielder's face. It was covered. The person had what looked like a shirt over their face, folded to make a makeshift ski mask to hide their identity. It was definitely a man. Their voice was deep and intimidating, and their build, from what I could tell, was not feminine. But...

The gun. It looked the exact same as the one Soyeon just had. From my angle, I couldn't get a look at the serial number, so I couldn't confirm, and there were thousands of guns that likely looked just like Shuhua's. But the odds? I doubted it was a different gun, but I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to focus on getting out of the situation alive.

"What? Want your gun back?" The mysterious man teased with a humiliating scoff.

My gun?

Why did he think the gun was mine? I had never touched a gun in my life, let alone owned one. Terrified, I slowly lowered one of my hands to reach for my phone in my pocket.

"Move any more and I'll blow your face off." They threatened sternly, pressing the end of the barrel against my forehead. I gulped, shooting my arm right back to where it previously was, obeying in order to save my own life. The man reached into my pocket, looking to see what item I was reaching for. I could hear a sigh of disappointment when he patted down my pockets and only found my phone.

"Your phone? What are you gonna do with this, call the police?" He mocked, tossing it down to the floor, locking his eyes in on me again. He slowly stepped forward, until our faces were inches away from each other, gun muzzle still firmly put to my forehead.

"The police won't do jack shit. I could out you at any time. We're both red handed. You tell anyone about this, and I'll get you locked up with me in a fucking heart beat. Do you understand?" He continued.

This whole thing just felt so messy. As far as I could tell, this man was fully convinced that I was a murderer, and that he had the evidence to prove it. What did he know that I didn't?

"Now then, with that out of the way..." He began, increasing the distance between us again. I peered over beside him, and saw a figure creeping into my room through the doorway. Thinking it was his accomplice, I kept watching in terror, until the individual showed their face.

It was Soyeon.

My eyes widened, and as I was about to open my mouth to plead for help and ask her why and when she got here in the first place, she pressed one finger against her lips, signaling me to be quiet.

'Ah, I get it...' I thought. She was planning on sneaking up on the perpetrator from behind. I turned my gaze back to the weapon wielder, praying my shocked expression didn't cause him to suspect anything. Somehow, he must have been too preoccupied with whatever he was thinking about to notice.

"You're going to tell me every single detail of the crime you committed or I'll personally see to it that your brain splatters all over this hard wood floor." The trespasser threatened me, sending chills down my entire body.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Soyeon slowly creeping up on him.

"Well? Get talkin'. You got a death wish?" The man growled, pressing the muzzle against my forehead again, even harder than before.