𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 (𝙰 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚆𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌)

We weren't meant to be

⚠ warning ⚠
Mention of brutality and blood


At WonChan's Apartment
(No One's POV)

Chan's entire body went Chills when he saw his biggest nightmare, and there it was standing in front of his door, he tried not to lose his composure and one percent was hoping it was a coincidence that he reached his home,
"Yes, how may I help you?" Chan asked, trying to hide any hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Can you tell me where room number 200 is? I'm so confused," Lao replied, rubbing his nape in embarrassment.
"Oh, but this apartment building only has 30 rooms. You must have the wrong building," Chan quickly responded, trying to shut the door, but Lao stopped him.
"Maybe it's not the wrong building, LEE CHAN," Lao said as he yanked open the door, causing Chan to fall to the ground. Chan started to crawl to put some distance between himself and Lao when he saw Jin, Ken, and an older, well-built man entering his apartment. Jin locked the door, closing Chan's only chance of escape from this nightmare.

Chan was about to stand up when Lao kicked him in the stomach, making him scream in agony as he clutched his abdomen. Ken then got down on his knees, grabbed Chan's hair, and yanked it, causing Chan to yelp in pain as Ken made him look into his eyes.
"You really thought you'd get away from us," Ken growled as he slammed Chan to the floor.
Lao grabbed a nearby chair and offered it to the older man, who sat at the dining table and looked at the food.
"Oh, you were about to have dinner. Sorry to interrupt, but you left us no choice. You know I don't like to get this dirty, especially with young kids like you. You all have a nice future ahead of you, but there's something so annoying about this generation—they love to meddle in things they shouldn't, and now you're facing the consequences," Lao said, looking at Chan, who was still trying to catch his breath.

The older man signaled to Ken to serve the food. Ken quickly complied, and the man began to eat without care as Lao continued to talk.
"So, Chan, let me make this easier for you. We will record a video of you admitting that you edited this video to frame us and then blackmail us for money. You'll say you're very ashamed of yourself and feel guilty for using someone's death as a quick way to earn money. You're admitting this now," Lao said, signaling to Jin, who pulled out his phone.
Chan managed to sit up and smirked at Lao, then started giggling. "Threaten me all you want, but I'll never surrender my soul. I'd rather face death with dignity than help monsters like you and live with the guilt of my own betrayal."

Lao looked at him in disbelief but then smirked as he grabbed the chair and hit Chan on the leg, causing a loud crack. It was unclear whether the noise came from the breaking of bone or the chair. Chan screamed in pain, clutching his leg as memories of him dancing in the past faded under the flood of pain.
Lao was about to hit him with another chair when the older man shouted, "Enough"
They all stopped and quickly stood in a row as the man put his plate in the sink and washed his hands. He then looked at Chan.

"Did you cook this?"

Chan couldn't form any words, the pain was too overwhelming.

"The chicken just needs more seasoning; other than that, it was perfect," the man replied. "Lao, you shouldn't have broken this poor man's leg. You don't know how good of a dancer he was," the man scolded Lao, who mumbled some apologies.
"I apologize on his behalf. He easily loses his temper, but maybe you should have listened to what he was asking you to do, don't you think?" the man said.
"I will never do whatever you guys want me to do," Chan whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh, maybe this might change your mind," the man said, looking at Jin and handing him a phone showing live footage from inside a cab. In the passenger seat was Wonwoo, busy scrolling on his phone.
"Do you know this guy?" the man asked, zooming in on Wonwoo's image, causing Chan's heart to skip a beat. "What does he have to do with this? He wasn't even involved! Please, I beg you, keep him out of this. Your problem is with me, not him. Spare his life; I'm the one you want," Chan pleaded, his trembling hands clasped together as he bowed his head to the man's feet.