Who Killed my Boyfriend |Hyunho|

Tokyo✨

In Tokyo's harsh mountains, I am torn,
Demolished and reborn.
Beliefs shattered, fears entwined,
Becoming the self I feared to find.

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Hyunjin's POV:

As I arrived in Tokyo, the bustling sounds of the airport surrounded me. A man dressed in a sharp black suit and dark sunglasses approached me. He exuded a professional and composed demeanor, his posture straight and confident.

"Welcome to Tokyo, Mr. Hyunjin," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We were sent by Mr. Minho to drive you safely to the training camp."

He motioned towards a sleek black car parked nearby, its engine quietly purring. Another man, similarly dressed in a black suit and sunglasses, stood by the car, holding the door open for me. They both looked like they stepped out of a high-security detail, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.

I followed the first man to the car, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. The interior of the car was luxurious, with plush leather seats and a faint scent of expensive cologne. As I settled into the backseat, the man who had greeted me took his place in the front passenger seat, while the second man closed my door and took the driver's seat.

"We'll get you there safely," the driver said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror before pulling away from the curb. we drove through the city, the skyline of Tokyo passing by in a blur.

When we arrived at the camp, it was clear that this place was far from any lawful territory, nestled deep within the mountains. The surroundings were rugged and intimidating, the perfect setting for the kind of training Minho had arranged.

A man approached me, his presence commanding attention. He was muscular with a distinct, intricate tattoo covering his forearm. His piercing eyes were accentuated by a brow piercing, and his hair was styled in a severe, no-nonsense cut. Dressed in a black, sleeveless vest that showcased his biceps, he looked every bit the enforcer.

"Minho's flame, right?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"My name is Hyunjin," I replied angrily, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Good, because here, being Minho's flame or anything else will not help you," he said with a smirk.

He looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, then signaled to another man standing behind him. The second man, equally imposing, stepped forward and grabbed my bag.

"What are you doing? This is my bag!" I protested, trying to snatch it back.

The man who had spoken to me stepped closer, his gaze hardening. "You're in our territory now, Hyunjin. And you won't need your bag. Everything you need will be provided like everyone else. Now, let us show you the place."

I had barely arrived, and already the situation was spiraling out of control. Reluctantly, I followed him, feeling the oppressive weight of the camp's atmosphere pressing down on me. The camp was sprawling, with various makeshift structures scattered about, each one more foreboding than the last.

As we walked, he continued speaking. "My name is Mingi. I am in charge here, and you will do everything I say if you want to survive. It is forbidden to use phones while you are here, so give me your phone."