My fingers trembled as they traced the words on the paper. Y/n. They knew my name. My pulse began to race, breathing increasing significantly. My eyes flicked between my front door and my sliding door out to the patio, ensuring both were securely locked. Panic began to sink in as I scurried across the floor and drew the curtains, shutting out any light from the outside world. My brain was functioning at a million miles a second, processing every interaction I've had with Hyunjin and Felix at the lounge, trying to piece together any information they might have trickled out to me.
I should have known.
I should have known by their demeanor, the way they carried themselves, the fact that they were the only customers who never revealed what they did for work. The conversations always stayed pointed on me. On me. Oh god what information have I revealed? Deep down I knew I had kept my answers to them always vague, never truly giving them any details, but still I tried to hold myself back from panic. They obviously knew where I lived, had I led them directly to me? I rain my fingers through my hair as I paced the apartment, trying to formulate my next moves in this game of chess that has now been laid before me.
How could I have been so stupid?
10 years. 10 years away and I've allowed myself to get too comfortable, too relaxed. Lulled into a false sense of security with nothing ever happening. I had convinced myself that I had slipped into the shadows, left nothing but a memory in the mind of my secondary world. I dropped onto the couch, letting the letter fall onto the coffee table. I rested my head back against the wall as my eyes scanned the textured ceiling.
I've been reckless.
I quickly accepted that my errands needing to be run today were going to be put on hold, I'd only be leaving my apartment for work. Work. Oh god they'll be there, I felt like nowhere I went would be safe. At least I had tonight, I had a whole day to figure out what I was going to do. In terms of today, I needed to start packing. Maybe I could head to Busan, start fresh there. Granted, if these two had already found me here so after so many years, clearly they'd be able to find me in Busan. I couldn't flee with reckless abandon, I had to be strategic. If I left tonight I might at least be able to get a head start, choose a small fishing village to hunker down in until this all blows over.
No, Seongho, I needed to at least say goodbye. The poor guy would have a heart attack if I vanished into thin air. One last shift. I have to survive one last shift then I'll leave from work, leaving what I've built here behind. I slid my small suitcase out from under my bed, laying it out over the sheets as I began to carefully curate the few clothes that I could fit inside. I knew that bringing anything other than my suitcase would raise suspicions, I had to pack light as to not weigh me down.
I contemplated trying to get in touch with my brother, curious if he had any information on the two following me, at the very least to warn him of the impending danger at my doorstep. My finger hesitated over the call button, weighing the options and possibilities of further issues that might rise from getting into contact with the family. At the same time, the itch for some sort of familiarity in this situation pulled me closer, until my thumb finally pressed, triggering the call.
Straight to voicemail. The prompt leading me to the recording stalled my thoughts, only the beep bringing me back to awareness and frantically ending the call before the recording started. Dead end.
I knew I couldn't meet with Hyunjin and Felix, that was a dangerous situation just waiting to happen. I just had to ride this out for a little bit longer and I'll be able to put Gangnam behind me. I started from scratch once, I could do it again.
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Time passed painfully slow, sleep was nonexistent last night. Hours spent tossing and turning, fixated on the ceiling, mind racing. I knew staying a bit longer was a risky choice, but I just had to avoid the men tonight then get out of there. I sat in the back room at work before clocking in, fidgeting with the hem of my dress in an attempt to calm my nerves.
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Tiger Inside ||Stray Kids Mafia AU||
Fanfiction"We need to have a talk." My fingers trembled as they traced the words on the paper. Y/n. They knew my name. My pulse began to race, breathing increasing significantly. My eyes flicked between my front door and my sliding door out to the patio, ensu...
