❝ You know, my illness would be totally cured if you let me hit. ❞
❝ WHAT ? ❞
OR;
In which a homeless teenager aiming to become a doctor catches a lot of unwanted attention, maybe not the kind of attention she was expecting.
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❝YOU'RE JUST S...
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You gulped down in worry, looking at the restrains on the table ( they weren't tied tightly, but just enough to make you struggle to get out ). You suddenly wish you didn't ignore every red flag possible in existence when talking to this man. ❝ Sir, what do you m-mean an idea? ❞ He stepped forward, examining your whole body and then taking a closer look to your chest. ❝ HUH? S-SIR THIS IS- ❞ He hushed you with his hand, scowling. ❝ I have no interest in your goddamn body! Can you keep quiet for one fucking second?! ❞ You stayed still and watched as he studied your abdomen. Straightening himself, he walked away and opened a bunch of drawers, throwing away any content that was previously neatly placed inside. Finally, he came to a stop when he found a syringe containing a weird liquid inside. Turning to you, he furrowed his eyebrows. ❝ Listen, how about we make a deal, yeah? This will be the only fucking time I ask you this. ❞ He paused, pointing the syringe towards you. ❝ You let me place a tracker in your body, and I'll reward you with money: enough so you can buy your own house, maintain yourself and whatever the fuck you want. ❞
Your eyes almost fell out of your sockets, there was no way this man was serious. ❝ You want to.. place a tracker.. in my body?! ❞ You couldn't believe your ears. He huffed. ❝ Oh, you heard me loud and clear! ❞ Screaming at you, he inched closer. ❝ Answer me. ❞ His voice was low and cruel, you almost felt like fainting. You were pretty sure this guy wouldn't take 'no' as an answer. Okay [name], calm down. Let's see the pros: you get a lot of fucking money. The cons? An old creepy mad scientist will know your location 24/7 and he will probably have to cut you open. You should be grateful he is even giving you a choice. ❝ Why would y-you want to place a t-tracker in me? ❞ He rolled his eyes at your question, clearly annoyed. ❝ Are you dumb? What else would I need a tracking device for if not for tracking you? ❞ You bit our inner cheek, you didn't know what you were expecting. What other choice do you have, say no? You were pretty sure he would murder you. Just as you were about to reply, somebody cut you off. ❝ Now, now. I'm sure DG wouldn't be too happy about that, right? ❞ Scowling, Jinyoung stepped away. ❝ Tsk.❞
