Unevitable | Ryeji |

Chapter 33: Echoes of Betrayal??

Yeji's pov:

As I walked away from the bar, the cool night air felt clearer than I had expected. My head was still buzzing from the alcohol, but the haze had lifted just enough for me to think more clearly.

With each step away from the bench, the weight of the moment began to sink in.

I stopped in my tracks, a sudden realization hitting me with the force of a wave. Despite the alcohol I had consumed, me and Ryujin hadn't been as drunk as we thought. The clarity of the night, the sharpness of our emotions-it all seemed to point to the fact that our connection had been real, not just the result of inebriation.

I glanced back toward the bar, my heart pounding. I was acutely aware now of the depth of what had happened between us. The kiss, the longing-it wasn't just a fleeting impulse. It was something significant, something she couldn't ignore.

Feeling a mix of frustration and resolve, I I turned and walked back toward the bar. The desire to confront Ryujin, to understand what had really happened, was too strong to ignore.I needed answers, not just for the sake of my emotions, but for the sake of clarity in the chaos that surrounded us both.

As I was heading back into the bar, I was jolted by a surge of commotion coming from inside. Shouts and the clamor of panicked patrons reached me even before I pushed through the door. My heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I hurried inside.

The scene that greeted me was chaotic. Two men in all black, their faces concealed by masks, stood in the middle of the bar. They were brandishing guns, their movements aggressive and threatening. It was clear they were in control, their dominance making the patrons cower and scatter.

Ryujin was in the thick of it, her stance unusually composed amidst the chaos. She wasn't backing down. Beside her was the bartender, who looked surprisingly calm, almost unfazed by the situation. His demeanor was steady, not showing the same level of fear as the rest of the crowd.

As I was heading back into the bar, I was jolted by a surge of commotion coming from inside. Shouts and the clamor of panicked patrons reached me even before I pushed through the door. My heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I hurried inside.

The scene that greeted me was chaotic. Two men in all black, their faces concealed by masks, stood in the middle of the bar. They were brandishing guns, their movements aggressive and threatening. It was clear they were in control, their dominance making the patrons cower and scatter.

Ryujin was in the thick of it, her stance unusually composed amidst the chaos. She wasn't backing down. Beside her was the bartender, who looked surprisingly calm, almost unfazed by the situation. His demeanor was steady, not showing the same level of fear as the rest of the crowd.

My instincts kicked in, and I ducked behind a nearby table, trying to get a better view of what was unfolding. My mind raced, trying to piece together the situation. The gunmen were clearly targeting Ryujin and the bartender, but their exact demands were still unclear amidst the chaos.

I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed the nearest police station and informing Minho, my hands shaking slightly as I relayed the details of the situation. I could only hope that the police would arrive swiftly and manage to defuse the situation before anyone got hurt.

As I glanced over at Ryujin, my heart ached with concern. Despite the danger, she remained remarkably calm, her eyes locked on the gunmen with an intensity that was both unsettling and strangely reassuring. She wasn't showing any sign of backing down, and the calmness of the bartender only added to the tension in the room.