out of the woods [yeonjun x reader]

chapter 5: the view

He's going to kill me.
That's the reoccurring thought in my head as I'm ushered up a short set of stairs and then along down what I can only assume is the longest hallway ever.
There's no other voices, no other sounds whatsoever. But I sense presences around me.
I'm nearly shoved into a smaller compartment which I soon identify as an elevator when it jostles me on its way up.
It continues climbing and climbing, zero stops along the way.
Where the hell am I?
How am i ever supposed to get out of here?"
The elevator suddenly stops with a sickening ding.
I hear the doors slide open.
"Come on," Yeonjun impatiently pushes me out .
Out where? I'm not sure.
That is until I take a few blind steps forward and I feel a gust of wind blow across my body.
Outside?
Oh my God.
The blindfold is roughly yanked from my face and my eyes squint, taking in the dim yet sudden light surrounding me.
As my gaze adjusts, I notice the amount of thick morning fog surrounding me on all sides.
How high up in the air are we?
I blink rapidly, trying to adjust faster as Yeonjun takes hold of my arm and pulls me onward. "Come on. Wouldn't want you to miss the view. It's almost sunrise."
I shudder, the morning chill settling over my skin as I stumble on at his urging.
"Please—"
"Ah, here we are."
He suddenly halts me, grabs the back of my head and forces it downwards, causing the air to catch in my throat as I take in the looming scene unfolding before me.
He's led me up to the roof and walked me to the edge of whatever tall ass building this is.
While I do have a beautiful view of the rising sun peeking through the clouds in the distance, I'm also greeted by the chilling thick fog of the early morning and a eerily quiet street, seemingly a hundred stories below us.
My jaw dangles open freely as he maintains his hold on me, not relenting until I take in the fact that he's not showing me the view at all—and rather insinuating the gruesome death I'm sure he's more than willing to subject me too.
"Got a good look, y/n?"
He says my name with that same sneering tone, like he can't stand to say it.
"Take it all in?"
At my lack of response, he shoves my head down, throwing me off balance and giving me the feeling that I might fall.
"Oh my God- please!!" I shriek, shaky hands flying out to instinctively steady myself.
He doesn't let me go though and my feet thankfully don't leave the ground.
Even still, he grabs the front of my shirt and whips me around so I'm facing him—reminding me that the worst is always yet to come with this man.
"Tell me. Now. Or I'll throw you off the side of this building and everyone will think it was an accident. Or that you did it on purpose."
"I don't know," I repeat for what feels like the millionth time. "I swear, if I knew—I would tell you, I would. I would help you but I, i don't know!"
"Liar!" He snaps, his free hand taking my neck into his grip and digging his fingers into my skin. "Give me a name, what he looked like, what he said, all of it."
"I-I-" I stutter, my head swirling with pictures and flashbacks and fragments of sentences. "I don't know—"
"You bitch." He growls, flexing his fingers around my throat.
"I know you saw who did it."
"I-I-I didn't. I swear." I'm unable to keep the panic from my voice as Yeonjun's grip on my neck pushes me further over the edge of the building.
"Close to death experiences tend to jog memories." is his emotionless response as his hold tightens, pushing further and I struggle to keep my feet on the ground. "P-please-I promise. I have no idea—"
"Then you're useless to me." He states carelessly. "Either you tell me what I want to know or you die."
My brain struggles to focus on one thought long enough to form a coherent picture of the murderer or even slight resemblance. "He, he—he had d-dark hair under his hoodie."
"That could be anyone. More." He demands, not relenting.
"A-and dark eyes," I continue shakily.
"Do you think this is a game??" Yeonjun's eyes flash at me, like he can't believe what I'm saying and I almost whimper I'm frustration. "I'm trying, please—"
"No, no trying. My best friend is dead and now his murderer will walk because of you, stupid fucking bitch." He rips into me and tears spring into my eyes, born out of sheer terror and exasperation. "I'm sorry, I—"
"Yeonjun!"
A male's voice interrupts the rooftop ongoings and Yeonjun pauses his speech to roll his eyes, not turning around to face the voice. "Yunho, go inside."
"What are you doing??"
The tall, blond male from before takes easy strides across the roof top and upon reaching us, swiftly pulls me away from the edge and puts some distance between Yeonjun and I.
Yeonjun looks nothing but annoyed and almost inconvenienced. "Yunho. What the fuck are you doing? I was just about to get something out of her."
"You're not gonna get anything out of her but a heart attack if you don't chill." Yunho snaps authoritatively. "What good is she to us like this?"
I try my best not to look any certain way mostly because Yeonjun scares me immensely more than this Yunho but I know with tears still streaming down my cheeks and my entire body shaking uncontrollably, my appearance really can't be helped.
"She could be within an inch of her life, i don't care as long she talks." Yeonjun says callously, crossing his arms and I look shamefully at the ground, feeling humiliated.
Who are these people?? Why did I have to get with all of this in the first place??
Shit, no one's probably even looking for me. Or even notices I'm missing.
The pair begin arguing hastily in an alternate language but I tune out most of it as my gaze trails to the edge of the building, almost as if taking a mental picture of this exact moment.
Only for that picture to stay in the back of my mind for all time to come and haunt me, taunting me for not taking the opportunity to end this hell right when it began.
Terrorize me for not taking my life into my own hands while it was still my life.
Now? my life belongs to the devil himself:
Choi Yeonjun.
And he fucking knows it.