Zeda's trip to South Korea quickly turns into a waking nightmare. With each day, the feeling of being hunted grows stronger, especially as people around her turn up dead. A mysterious man named Hyunjin, tied to the dangerous world of the Korean mafi...
~ BIG DISCLAIMER in case you didn't read the first one, these are just characters I made and added their names to, it's not supposed to actually reflect the idols or their family. I mean no disrespect <3 ~
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~Hyunjin POV~
(October 15th 2022)
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Before my indifference to my surroundings could fully settle, the replacement lackey approached my side following the leader's orders. He went out of sight, behind my back, and began fumbling with the ropes tightly tethered around my wrists.
I wondered if he was giving me a break, or if he knew I was too weak to resist anymore. I already felt pain in every limb and extremity. 'What else could he even do?' The thought I immediately regretted having.
I quickly learned this henchman was much different than the last.
*K* "May I, sir?" He asked after the ropes splashed onto the floor.
He nodded in reply.
The man first took a knife to my shirt, peeling it back to reveal the small tattoo on my ribs, the marking of our group.
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*K* "See? He's one of them. He's a Lotus." The man gloated to the leader.
They both shook their heads and suddenly in the blink of an eye before I could even fathom what occurred, I was on the floor. The man had violently shoved me off my seat onto the concrete. The awkward way I landed, having no hands to catch or break my fall, snapped my elbow. Both my humerus and radius were fractured, leaving my arm a limp sack of meaty flesh.
The sound just like the others was immensely unsettling. I couldn't believe it was my body making these noises, the smell of my blood filling my nostrils and the air around me. I knew these things happened in the world, in our basement, but I never expected them to happen to me.
My vision was incredibly blurry. In a daze I tried to lift my head to see what happened, and all I could see was blood, and something jagged and colored like buttermilk jutting out of my skin.
I couldn't lift a finger to examine it, my right wrist being broken and all the fingers on my left hand crumpled. I couldn't move a single muscle, hardly even my eyes anymore. All I could do was weakly scream and groan in my agony.
*K* "Just kill me already you piece of shit." I struggled to say with the overwhelming taste of blood in my mouth.
The men chuckled together, and the lackey pulled something from his back pocket, leaning down at my side.
