our crossed paths | jww.

thirty two.

trigger warning! 

Meanwhile, chaos engulfed the hospital.

The special forces had surrounded the perimeter, and firefighters were working to locate and deactivate the bombs. Patients and staff had been evacuated, but inside, the ER was still held hostage by the mob.

Jiwoo's heart pounded in her chest. The prisoner, who she now knew was the mob's boss, had just received a call informing him that the hospital was surrounded.

His face twisted with fury, and the tension in the room thickened. The other gang members looked on edge, their guns raised, waiting for orders.

Jiwoo stood as still as possible, the sharp edge of the knife still pressed against her skin. She had tried to reason with him earlier, tried to buy time by tending to his wound, but now his rage was boiling over.

"You told me I'd get out of here!" the boss growled into the phone. "Now you're telling me we're trapped?"

The person on the other end of the line was trying to calm him down, but it wasn't working. His eyes flickered with unrestrained anger, and Jiwoo knew that she was in more danger than ever before.

"You! You told them about this!" the mob boss turned to Jiwoo, fury in his eyes.

The sterile air of the emergency room thickened with tension as Jiwoo stood frozen, the cold press of the mob boss's arm tight around her neck.

His grip loosened just enough for her to breathe, but not enough to escape.

The sounds of her fellow medical staff being ushered away filled the background, their panic matching the chaos unraveling outside the hospital.

Then, another sound pierced the air: Jiwoo's phone buzzing again and again, Wonwoo calling her frantically.

The mob boss sneered, his eyes darkening as he looked at Jiwoo. "Who's calling?" he demanded, holding her phone up.

Jiwoo's throat tightened. She didn't answer, but her silence spoke volumes. The prisoner's grin grew wider, more menacing.

"Ah, your boyfriend," he said mockingly, before tossing the phone across the room. "Looks like he's desperate to get ahold of you. Too bad."

The air in the ER felt heavy, the weight of impending doom pressing down on everyone.

Jiwoo's pulse quickened, and for the first time, she felt truly helpless. The buzzing of her phone was a cruel reminder that Wonwoo was trying to reach her, that he might be thinking about her right now, but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly, the mob boss pulled her closer, tightening his grip around her neck. "You know," he said with a twisted smirk, "since you've ruined my plan, what about I ruin you too? It's a fair trade, don't you think?"

Jiwoo's heart stopped.

His words were laced with cruelty, and she could see the sick enjoyment in his eyes.

Her mind raced as she tried to keep her calm, to find a way out of this.

All of a sudden, the mob boss pulled her hand, pulling her down on the bed. Slowly, he used the knife to trace down Jiwoo's neck, his face sniffing down her neck as he did.

Jiwoo shivered. She couldn't escape.

The boss had cuffed her hands to the bed after unlocking himself, leaving her in no position to move.

"Doctor, your scent is so addicting." he whispered.

"Boys! Don't disturb me, and inform me when the rest are here. I'm going to have some fun!" he shouted, laughing cynically after.

"Don't do this please." Jiwoo whispered. The boss looked in Jiwoo's eyes, then smirking. "Well, should've thought earlier before you sent off your nurse friend to call the cops?"

His right hand roamed on the collar of Jiwoo's scrubs, tugging them down. His left hand slowly went down along the curves of Jiwoo's body, making her shudder.

"Just like that, princess. Be a good girl for me, one sound and you're dead." He then cut off some duct tape, taping Jiwoo's mouth shut.

Jiwoo squirmed as his hands roamed on her body. Then he went in and kissed Jiwoo's cheeks, which she tried to dodge but his hands were quicker in holding hers.

He went by giving kisses all over her face, to her neck, and down to her chest. Jiwoo could only cry quietly, her tears flowing down her now red face.

"Aww, don't cry, princess. You'll love it soon,"

This caused Jiwoo to cry even more, her body flipped onto the bed. The mob boss was now stationed on top of her. He started frantically trying to undress Jiwoo. Jiwoo tried her best to fight back, causing him to land a slap on her face.

"I told you to stay put!" he screamed.

Jiwoo started screaming back in terror despite the tape muffling her screams, using her legs to kick him away. He grabbed Jiwoo's neck and chocked her, making her breathless.

All she had on her mind was Wonwoo.