Updates on Fridays! ♡
★ Reader Perspective
★ Gang Related Violence
★ Smut (OT8)
★ Mature read from chapter one
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Jisung wanted to stay out for lunch, which would have been fine if I hadn't had a visit from Seungmin.
Now I'm on edge.
If he's around, no doubt someone else will be as well.
We walked together down the street, towards a popular fried chicken restaurant, and I constantly had that uneasy feeling that someone was watching me.
It was super busy, and I felt overwhelmed and suffocated, but Jisung held my hand tightly, which offered some comfort.
I had tunnel vision and I felt my eyes were playing tricks on me while we stood queueing in the restaurant.
Jeongin?
Was he actually there?
He was within reach of me, and in a split second, he wasn't. Like he vanished in thin air.
More than likely it was actually him.
Another scare tactic from Chan.
Maybe I need to just accept that this is my life for the time being.
They let me go, but they still want answers.
There's no way I will jeopardise my Uncle's case and risk his life, so I'll just have to get used to this.
Hopefully once the dust settles they will just give up on me.
"Hi, what would you like to order?" The cashier asked me.
"Uh.. A spicy chicken rice box meal, please." I smiled at her.
"No problem, is there anything else you want to tell us?" She then asked, and I gave her a panicked look.
"..Sorry?" I questioned her awkwardly.
"Is there anything else you want to add? ..To your order?" She smiled, confused at my sudden awkwardness.
"Oh.. No, thank you." I faintly chuckled, and Jisung made his order after me.
That was strange.
As she handed my order ticket I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.
I spun around to stand out of the way at the collection point but I didn't realise I was stood so closely to someone.
"Oop! Sorry! I looked up at him, and although I didn't recognise him, he looked at me like he knew me.
"Interesting." He uttered, and I looked to my side where Jisung was, but I couldn't see him.
"Not like them to leave their toys laying around." The man spoke again, and my heart dropped.
"Them?" I let out in a breath, and I felt his hand wrap around my waist.
I was frozen with fear as I looked up at this muscular man who could fling me around with minimal effort, and then I heard my order number be called out, which prompted me to turn, and the man to let go of me.
