One hit [Gangjae]

DISAPPEARED

Waking early in the morning I was reminded of the pain from yesterday night when trying to get up from my bed, slightly holding my stomach as I slowly got off my bed making it onto the floor.

"Ayah..."I breathed out while getting up again.

The move wasn't slow but wasn't quick either, the more steps I took the more the pain would throb through my body.

My phone was blaring with messages across the room, why was my phone even over there in the first place huh?

"Who the hell is this?" I softly spoke to seeing unknown messages from someone saying 'I'm waiting for you, don't take too long.' and 'Hurry up.'

What a fuck wad, guessing it was probably Gangjae I rolled my eyes and placed my phone upside down on the counter while going to get dressed.

I didn't know what the occasion was so all I wore was green cargos and a cropped tight zip up jacket, was this too basic or are they gonna be over dressed?

How could I even care, I mean what if I die in this? At east I'd sorta look good.

And shit..what am I gonna do about work and everyone else? Fuck it.

Instantly I grabbed my essentials including a mask to cover my face from people I knew and headed out putting my tennis shoes on.

11:33.
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I was hesitant to texting the number I was at their direct address, looking around no one was here. This could have been done at night which would have made it less suspicious in the broad daylight but it's whatever.

A camera was facing towards me when I looked up, "Hello?! Jackass I'm here!" I shouted waving my hand.

The door slowly opens as I was forced into the building while my mask was ripped off my face and thrown to the ground along with me being pushed into the wall.

"What the..fuck..?" I breathed out gripping onto my stomach.

"Yah! The fun has just begun hasn't it, Myeong?" A voice laughed in front of me, someone familiar.

Looking up it was Gangjae showing a smirk at me, looking around again his goons were somewhat 'guarding' us. I felt trapped and confused to the point I wanted to throw up, not taking the pain anymore my vision began to blur up as my body was pressed against the wall.

"What's wrong now? Too hazy to pay attention to me?" Gangjae questioned while lifting my chin up.

My eyes were rolling to the back of my head each second I was still conscious, "Stop.." I mumbled while trying to push him away.

All Gangjae did was fadingly laugh at me while his other friend from years ago showed up.
(Idk his name so let's make one up!)

Gun-woo.

"You really made her come huh?" Gunwoo smirked.

My body was weakened when I tried attacking Gangjae the minute he backed away from me, instantly I was punched off.

"Yahh..stop trying to get yourself killed now, we haven't even started yet." Gangjae smiled while stepping onto my leg.

I winced in pain when my breathing became heavy and slow to the point I felt my head knock back onto the hard floor.

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Slowly wakening myself up I looked around noticing myself in a small room, I was laying on a soft bed as well.

Checking my pockets my phone and keys weren't there, instantly getting up slowly running to the door; it was locked.

God this was a nightmare.

Pacing around in the small room the door creaks open seeing someone entering; a woman.

"Hello?" I spoke slowly getting a bit closer to her.

She didn't respond.

All she did was sit down a piece of clothing that had a note attached to it onto 'my' bed and left black heels near the door with her leaving quietly but quickly, seemed like a maid in some sort of way. Or maybe one of the girls from that club he has downstairs, she didn't have much clothing on after all; she did have bruises on her body.

A sigh was let out as I picked up the note reading; 'Here's your new outfits since you didn't dress up properly, don't be late.'

The hell.

I lifted up the outfit revealing a kinda long tight black dress with soft small poofy sleeves, but on the other hand there was something that fell from inside it.

There was a black sports bra with black shorts along with gloves.

So much black but it's whatever at this point.

I'm guessing I had to put those stuff under my dress along with the gloves on, jesus please tell me I'm not fighting anyone today.

Looking around there was a clock on a small table reading '6:58'.

Had I been unconscious for that long? It was only 11 when I had left my apartment, holy shit I'm going crazy.

I've actually been somewhat kidnapped.

Grabbing the outfits I quickly put them on to the point I was forcing myself to think I was towards death, maybe this was some type of celebration party and he gave me these type of fighting clothings to cover myself from underneath the dress.

God that's ridiculous.

I grabbed the gloves and tossed them under my shorts near my thighs, walking towards the heels I placed them on my feet as they were a perfect fit.

"What is this jackass planning now?" I mumbled scanning my outfit.