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"Are you sure you don't want me walking you home?" Y/N asked Na-yeon as they stopped in front of his house. "It's really no trouble...I can just tell the others that I'll be a little while and they can let themselves in —"

Na-yeon looked down at her shoes, kicking at the ground. "It's fine," she said. "You go on home. I'll walk home by myself."

"O...kay, then." Y/N smiled unsurely and then waved a goodbye to Na-yeon. "Bye, then."

She watched as he stepped inside his house and shut the door behind him. With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

The sun beat down on her as she continued walking. Even taking off her sweater didn't help much — it still was way too hot. Her pink sweater wrapped around her arm, the girl kept walking until she passed what seemed like an alleyway. She turned toward it, cradling the pink sweater (she didn't want to get it dirty, as it had cost a lot) in her arms, debating whether she should take the long way home or cut through the alley.

Na-yeon had seen enough to know that shady shit happened in alleys...but maybe, just maybe, she could stay for a second and get away from this heat...

She wouldn't overstay her welcome. She'd just stay there for a couple moments and then go home.

She and Y/N had went to her house early in the morning to talk about some things that weren't quite important...and that happened to take quite a while. Five hours, in fact. They had walked to Y/N's home to drop him off, which was where she was returning from.

'Come on, Na-yeon, it's just...two seconds. The max.'

Summoning up all her courage, she plunged into the depths of the alleyway, gritting her teeth.

She didn't see anything wrong with it so far. She could still hear the birds singing their song outside, so everything was fine...

Except when it wasn't.

Out of nowhere, she was pinned to the rough wall of the alley. To her utter shock, Lee Cheong-san was holding a very sharp knife to her throat, smirking widely. The birds had stopped singing.

Every day, Na-yeon was woken up by the birds singing their song, and she was annoyed to no end.

Now, at this moment, she just prayed she'd live another day to hear that song.

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded, wriggling to get out of Cheong-san's grasp. "Let go of me! What the fuck are you doi —"

Cheong-san rolled his eyes and added the tiniest bit of pressure to his knife. It wasn't enough to cut through the skin, but it was enough for Na-yeon to cease her movements.

"Y'know, I highly suggest for you to shut the fuck up and listen to what I'm saying if you want to live to see another day." Cheong-san shrugged casually. "Or I can just slit your throat right here and now. I've done it before. I can do it again. It would save us a lot of hassle."

'Us.'

Who was 'us'?

And the way he said it...he said it so...casually. Na-yeon decided to listen to him. If she didn't, how would she tell anyone about them...whoever 'they' were?

And had he said...

"Yeah." Cheong-san smirked, not bothering to reduce the pressure. "I've done it before."

'How the fuck did he know what I was thinking? Can he read my mind or something?!'

"Since I'm feeling nice today..." Cheong-san sighed and removed the knife, but him twirling the knife between his fingers did nothing to ease Na-yeon's nerves. "I'll give you a warning. Look. If you don't want this knife embedded into your skull, stay the fuck away from Y/N. We don't want him tainted by your bitchiness. That's your first and last warning." He turned on his heel to leave, stopped, and then called over his shoulder, "Don't even bother telling anybody. We'll know."

And then he left.

Na-yeon stayed flattened to the wall for a few seconds before she got off, letting herself breathe once more. Perhaps coincidentally, she could finally hear the birds singing again, like the incident hadn't just happened.

But she knew it had.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ f̶u̶c̶k̶ w̶a̶s̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ C̶h̶e̶o̶n̶g̶-̶s̶a̶n̶?̶ A̶n̶d̶ w̶h̶o̶ w̶a̶s̶ "̶w̶e̶"̶?̶

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