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You sat hunched over your laptop, the blue light illuminating your tired face as you typed furiously. Days had blurred into nights as you poured your heart and soul into your dark romance webtoon, centered around a Mafia Don named Jungkook. He was everything you found fascinating—charismatic, dangerous, and utterly captivating. The deeper you delved into his character, the more your creativity consumed you. Three days of relentless writing had taken a toll on your body. As you crafted the final scene for today's chapter, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. Just as you were about to type the last few words, you felt a sharp pain in your head. Your vision blurred, and blood began to trickle from your nose. Panic surged through you as darkness closed in, swallowing you whole.
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You jolted awake, gasping for air. The sudden shift from unconsciousness to awareness left you disoriented. The first thing you noticed was the cold metal of a chair pressing against your back. As your surroundings came into focus, you realized with growing horror that you were tied to the chair. Panic set in, and you struggled against the restraints, but it was futile. Several men stood around you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and menace. They looked familiar, characters you had created for your story, but this wasn't just fiction anymore. You felt the weight of reality pressing down on you. How did you end up here? "Look who finally decided to wake up," one of the men sneered, stepping forward. His eyes glinted with malice, and your heart raced as recognition hit you. This was a scene you had just written—one where Jungkook confronted the villainess, demanding answers about a bombing at one of his factories. But you were not supposed to be here, not in this situation. Then you saw him—Jungkook. He stood at the front, a dark silhouette against the dim light. The moment your eyes met his, the world around you faded away. He looked different, more menacing than you had ever depicted him. The smirk that usually accompanied his charm was replaced by a fierce, cold glare. "Y/n," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You have some explaining to do."
The recognition washed over you like ice water. You were the villainess, the character you had created, sharing your name and fate. But how could this be real? The words you had typed were supposed to remain on the page, mere fabrications of your imagination. "W-What do you want?" you managed to stammer, your voice shaky. The room felt too small, too confining. Fear crept into your heart as you remembered the dark themes you had woven into your story—the betrayals, the violence, the manipulation. This was exactly what you had written, yet the reality of it felt suffocating. "Why did you bomb my factory?" Jungkook stepped closer, his eyes piercing through you. There was an intensity in his gaze that made your breath hitch. "Tell me the truth, or things are going to get... unpleasant." You swallowed hard, trying to muster some semblance of the bold, defiant character you had created. "I didn't do it," you said, forcing the words past your trembling lips. "You're wrong." His expression darkened, and he leaned in closer, the air between you thick with tension. "You think I believe that? I know you're lying." The weight of his presence felt overwhelming, and suddenly, memories of your past crept into your mind—of your father's rage, of feeling trapped and helpless. The trauma you had worked so hard to bury began to rise like a tide, and you felt your body tremble. No, not now. You couldn't let him see your fear. But Jungkook's eyes softened for just a moment, confusion flickering across his features as he observed your involuntary reaction.
