PARK YURI POV
"Shit. What the fuck?" I groaned, trying to rub my head, but my arms were chained to some sort of metal pole.
I was sat on a wooden chair, still in my dress. The room was dim, very cold and echoey. There was no bright source of light, let alone any knowledge of where I was.
I looked around the dim cellar, realising there were three other figures, whimpering in fear.
"Yuri? Yuri, oh my god, what is going on." Heejin cried, I realised that they were chained onto the cold floor.
"You think I know?" I tried to tug at the chains, but they were strongly tied onto the pole. Man, what the fuck is going on?!
"I'm so fucking scared. I just want to go home, I don't want to be here, I didn't do anything." Miyeon sobbed, I felt bad, I probably should've told them that I was a pretty dangerous person to be around.
"You guys will be fine. It's probably going to be me they're coming for." I squeezed my eyes tightly, my vision still slightly blurry.
"What do you mean? Why you?" Heejin asked me, giving me a worried glance.
"I lied to you all." I sighed, realising it might be a little late now, "I belong to a mafia clan. I used to be part of my father's mafia clan til I was around eighteen, then by own choice I left because I didn't want to live a life killing people." I started, they all just stared at me, jaws to the floor.
"I found Niki, and initially we were supposed to just be solely fake marriage contract, he was part of my father's enemy clan, Mura. But then obviously, things changed, and I was into the mafia lifestyle once again. I killed my own father for trying to kill Niki." I said, there was no sugarcoating, I may as well say everything already.
"Wh.. what? I.." Aeyoung had a fragmented way of speech, silence hung over the cellar for a few seconds.
"You're a mafia leader..." Heejin meekly replied.
"Yes. I kill people. I get attacked by people. I couldn't bring myself to tell you earlier." I gave a sigh of despair, well, this fucking sucks.
"I.. I'm not sure what to say Yuri." Miyeon gave a small sigh, "Will we die?"
I looked down, unsure of the intentions of the person who kidnapped us.
"I doubt it." I tried to reassure her.
Footsteps suddenly echoed, seemingly walking down to the cellar, followed by slow, loud claps.
"Well, who do we have here?" A familiar voice chuckled, and as he made his way into the dim light. I watched as my own brother, stood in the middle of the cellar, a proud smile reaching his face.
"Minjae, you're pathetic." I spat out, glaring at him as he spun slowly around. His eyes locking with mine, his glare was psychotic, as if he wasn't right in the head.
"Pathetic?" He gave a maniacal laugh, jesus, did he lose a few braincells while I was away? "You're pathetic. Park Yuri. Or wait, should I say Yuri Nishimura?"
My expression was cold, stoic and unchanging. I was not about to entertain this fucking idiot, he can't even aim a gun right.
"Glad you've used the right name." I responded bitterly as he gave a grunt, obviously unamused by my tolerance at his pathetic act.
"Are you not embarrassed? Killing your own father to save some puny relationship? You think he will save you?" Minjae laughed once more, loud and proud. He stood directly in front of me, looking down at me as I was chained.
"You are so sad." I let out a pitiful chuckle at him, he desperately wanted to seem so big and mighty, now that Baekhyeon had died, he had this huge clan to take care of.
He suddenly slapped me, a cold slap echoed in the cellar. I clenched my jaw, not flinching at all, but I couldn't say I expected it.
I slowly turned my head to look at him, my gaze fixed in a devilish and mocking manner.
"I've always wanted to do that." He giggled now, man, this guy really had some screws loose. The three girls quivered, crying and trying to be as silent as possible, "SHUT UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!" He turned directly to look at the girls, who all huddled together, quietly crying.
A smirk made it's way on my face, this guy really thought he had some big boy authority.
"Anyways. Now that you're all so weak, no weapon, no defense, no nothing. I can finally win. You all doubted me, all because what? I couldn't aim a gun as quick as you, Yuri?" Minjae slowly walked around the cellar, his shoes echoing after every step, "Hah, how the tables turn."
"You have already made your first mistake." I diminished his little narcissistic monologue, he stopped, turning swiftly to look at me.
"What did you just say?!"
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riki.nishimura → cherry lipstick
Fanfiction- HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 #NIKI, #1 #ENHYPEN, #1 #NIKINISHIMURA | he had to look for someone, whereas she wasn't looking for anyone - one day she left her cherry-coloured lipstick print on his glass, and he was intrigued.
