⤷"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ"
never would cho y/n have imagined herself to be involved in some mafia business. her life changed from one moment to another.
sometimes the will to help can put you in quite a bad situation.
-ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ
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hwang...
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IT had probably been a few hours. they had left me there. my head hung low, my eyes closed as my wrists were still tied to the chair.
my thoughts were a total mess. i wondered why i was here, but for the most part i wanted to know why my father just appeared and came back after such a long time.
the room was cold, empty and heartless. i could tell they didn't care about their victims. i felt as though i could catch a cold at any second, so i moved around sometimes, causing even the slightest friction.
what was frustrating was that they had found hyunjin's phone. i just hoped he knew better than to have important information on it. knowing stray kids, they had probably already located it, which ateez had figured out too.
if felt like it would only be a matter of time until things would come crashing down.
i listened for any movement or sound. there was none. not until the door that kept me away from them opened. i didn't bother to lift my head.
"y/n."
i didn't need to respond, he knew i was awake. even though he was my biological father, i never knew his first name. my mother used to call him 'him', i never asked why. if i had to guess, it was probably because she felt uncomfortable saying his name.
