𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 & 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 || 𝐅𝐖𝐁

4

The warmth of the sun gently roused Y/N from her slumber, her body heavy and achy from the previous night's reckless escapades.

She blinked her eyes open, the faint remnants of the passionate encounter swirling in her mind. Beneath the covers, she could still feel the heat of it, the memories pressing in like a weight she couldn't shake.

With a groan, she shifted in bed, curling deeper into the blankets, trying to escape the grip of sleep. But as she lay there, flashes of the night flooded her senses-the sounds, the feeling of being lost in the stranger's touch, the way his dominance had left her breathless. It had been wild, all-consuming. But now, as reality settled in, there was only regret.

Her mind swirled with frustration, and she couldn't help herself-she cursed under her breath, her anger still simmering. "Damn you, Jaehyun." She wasn't angry because she wanted him back, no-she was angry because of how easily he had moved on.

She had been left in the dust, still caught in the web of their past. This night, with the stranger, had been about proving she was over him, but instead, it had just highlighted how badly she'd fallen into a pattern of reckless decisions to forget the person who didn't even care.

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. Jaehyun was gone-this was on her. With a frustrated sigh, she threw the covers off and began to dress, her movements hurried and purposeful.

The cool evening air greeted her as she stepped outside the club, the city streets alive with activity. Ignoring the curious glances of passersby, Y/N made her way to the nearest grocery store, her mind whirling with conflicting emotions. The night had been a blur, and now all she could do was focus on something-anything-other than the mess she had created.

Groceries in hand, she retraced her steps back to her apartment building. The familiar sights and sounds of the city were comforting, but they couldn't dull the weight of her own frustration. Climbing the stairs to her floor, she felt every step pressing her down further.

At her door, Y/N fumbled with her keys, her fingers trembling slightly. With a click, the door swung open, revealing the quiet sanctuary of her apartment. She stepped inside, the familiar surroundings doing little to calm her mind. The weight of the night was still heavy, and as she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder where she went from here. What now?

---

The dimly lit room was thick with tension. A group of men surrounded the young man tied to a chair, his face bloodied, his body battered. He winced in pain, struggling against his restraints, each movement only making the agony worse.

"Where is the truck, Seung Eun?" The leader of the group barked, his voice harsh and demanding, cutting through the thick air.

Seung Eun, gasping for breath, shook his head weakly. "I-I don't know," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Heung, the notorious smuggler known for his brutal methods, stepped forward. His cold, calculating gaze pierced Seung Eun like a knife. "Don't lie to me," Heung snarled, his voice dripping with menace. "You were supposed to deliver that truck. And now it's gone. Where the hell is it?"

Seung Eun's eyes widened in fear as the gravity of the situation set in. Billions of dollars in drugs were at stake, and his life was hanging by a thread. "I swear, I don't know!" he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "Someone took it from me. I didn't sell it. Please, I'm telling you the truth."

But Heung was relentless, his patience wearing thin. "You think I'm stupid?" Heung growled, his hands clenched into fists. "You've got one chance to tell me the truth before this gets a whole lot worse for you."

Seung Eun's heart pounded in his chest as he looked around the room. The walls seemed to close in on him, the terror gripping him tighter with each passing second. Finally, with a quiver in his voice, he muttered, "I know who did it... but if I tell you, he'll kill me."

As the tension reached its peak, one of Heung's men placed a large, ominous box on the table with a loud thud. The lid was opened, revealing an assortment of terrifying torture tools-each one more sinister than the last.

Seung Eun's breath hitched in terror as his wide eyes took in the contents of the box. "W-what are you doing?" His voice trembled, his entire body shaking with fear.

Ignoring his pleas, Heung calmly selected a gleaming knife from the box, his movements slow and deliberate. With every step he took toward Seung Eun, the young man's fear only deepened.

"Please, I don't know anything! Please, just let me go!" Seung Eun's voice broke as panic set in, his eyes darting around, searching for any way out. "I'll do anything you want! Just please don't hurt me!"

But Heung's expression remained cold, unyielding. He pressed the edge of the blade to Seung Eun's throat, and the young man's breath caught in his chest.

"If you don't tell me his name right now," Heung said in a low, deadly tone, "I'll kill you. Or, you can endure this torture. The choice is yours."

Seung Eun's mind raced as the fear threatened to consume him. His options were limited: tell them what they wanted to know and risk death, or endure the unimaginable pain of torture. The room fell silent, the weight of Heung's words hanging heavy in the air, as Seung Eun struggled with the impossible decision.