In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
Yuri was asleep, the night quiet and still, when the faint sound of movement outside her room jolted her awake. Being a light sleeper, she quickly became alert, her heart picking up pace as she listened closely. The noise grew louder, and she tensed when the door to her room creaked open.
She sat up, squinting in the dim light to make out the figure stepping inside. "Joshua?" she called out, confusion lacing her voice. "What are you doing here? Do you need something?"
Joshua didn’t respond right away, his steps unsteady as he moved further into the room. His voice was low, slurred. "Yes… I want you, Yuri."
Joshua's eyes fell on Yuri, taking in her black strap top and shorts. The sight, coupled with his impaired state from the alcohol and drug, fueled his distorted desires further. His thoughts became more tainted and driven by a twisted sense of longing.
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Her heart skipped a beat, fear mingling with confusion. "What? Are you drunk?"
He chuckled, the sound unsettling. "No, I’m not… see?" His words were clearly affected by the alcohol, despite his denial.
"Jo-Joshua," she stammered, her unease growing. "I think it’s late. You should go to sleep."
But Joshua wasn’t listening. His eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, locked onto her. "Why don’t I get a nickname too, huh?" he muttered, stumbling closer to her, his movements erratic.
Yuri's pulse raced as she quickly stood up, backing away from him. "Joshua, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled as she took in his disheveled appearance—his normally neat hair was a mess,and the strong scent of alcohol clung to him.
Panic set in as she realized just how drunk he was. She made a move towards the door, intending to call for help, but before she could reach it, Joshua caught her arm, yanking her back and pinning her against the wall. The impact was rough, knocking the breath out of her as fear gripped her heart.
"Joshua, stop!" Yuri pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His eyes were wild, the usual warmth replaced by something dangerous, something that sent a chill down her spine.
Yuri struggled, her heart racing as Joshua's grip tightened, holding her against the wall. The room felt suffocating, the situation spiraling into something frightening and dark.
“Joshua, leave me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
“No, baby,” Joshua said, his voice slurred but insistent. “Come to me. Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”
He continued, his tone growing more desperate. “You know, I… I really love you, but you don’t see it. Why? You give nicknames to others, you’re close to some of them too, and even Jun gets to touch you. Why can’t I? I’m tired of being a gentleman. Why should I be one when you don’t even see me properly? But today, I’ll show you how much I love you…”
