"I am so much tempted to kill you right now, Kim Y/N..."
Seokjin rasped as his breath was brushing your cheek...The knife in his hand was grazing your neck
"Same here Kim Seokjin..." You clenched your Jaw as you poked your pistol in his stomach
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TW: Assault, violence
In a dreadful twist of fate, you found yourself forcibly confined to a dark, chilling room. As they pushed you in, your knees trembled from the sudden jerk, and your vision grew dizzy after they injected a sedative into your body.
Lying on the cold floor, your cheek pressed against the ground, you felt defenseless and weak due to the effects of the unknown sedative.
A familiar bone-chilling sensation followed as icy water was sprayed over you. Despite gasping loudly from the shock, your feeble 9-year-old body couldn't muster the strength to sit up. Helplessly, you lay there, feeling the water seemingly pierce through your skin.
After what seemed like an eternity, the iron gate to the dark room creaked open, and a menacing figure emerged.
Dressed impeccably in a jet-black Armani suit, his shoes even managed to shine amid the dismal surroundings. He advanced toward your tiny frame with an air of arrogance, delivering a cruel kick to your stomach.
"Brat's making friends now, are we?" he sneered, crouching down to your level, his presence filling the room with a suffocating aura.
You trembled in the chilling breeze that swept through the room while the man tightly grasped your jaw, his grip like an iron vice.
"So, Jung Woo-Hyun, huh? Can't believe anyone would want to be near you," he sneered before forcefully slamming your head onto the floor.
As expected, your newfound friendship would only make matters worse. Rumors spread like wildfire, and soon everyone knew about it.
It had been about four months since you welcomed that boy into your life, considering him your best friend. You cherished this unexpected connection, as it brought a ray of hope into your otherwise dreadful existence.
Having never experienced such protectiveness before, this friendship bloomed like a delicate flower in the darkness of your life. He was there for you after grueling days, providing comfort even in the cold, dingy room where you found yourself trapped.
Yet, your small glimmer of happiness became a bitter pill for someone else to swallow—your tormentor, your older brother.
That's what he called himself, though you had no memory of your parents. He had always been there, controlling your life from the beginning.
Thirteen years older than you, he was in the throes of his twisted youth. To him, you were nothing more than a pawn to experiment on freely.
One day, in your innocent five-year-old mind, you asked him about your parents, hoping for some comfort. His laughter was like a knife in your heart as he callously told you that they never wanted to see your face, that they had abandoned you to him.
That day marked a turning point, awakening a new emotion within you—loathe. For as long as you could remember, you clung to the belief that your parents loved you and that they would eventually save you from your brother's clutches. But to your dismay, they never came, and you harbored an intense hatred for your brother and the absent parents you yearned for.
