"You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows."
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"Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you," he jeered...
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"Alright then," Mingyu said, loosening his tie with one hand before slipping it off entirely and tossing it to the ground.
His eyes were locked on her, intent and unyielding.
The other members watched him in silence, some glancing at each other with unreadable expressions.
Vernon casually snorted a line, unfazed by the tension filling the room, while Wonwoo sat back on a chair nearby, flipping Dami's curved karambit around his fingers, almost absentmindedly.
Mingyu looked back at her, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "Where should we start?" he asked, his voice sweet and mocking, a tone dripping with false kindness.
But instead of shrinking back, Dami just smiled, shaking her head slightly, her expression unbothered.
"Am I amusing to you, Miss Kim?" he asked, his brow arching as if genuinely curious.
She barely held back a laugh. "Not exactly," she replied with a calm that almost bordered on boredom. "Though your face does have a certain...comical quality," she added, her voice laced with just enough sarcasm to provoke.
A few of the other members snickered, stifling their laughter but unable to resist the humor in her sharp retort.
Mingyu closed his eyes for a brief moment, exhaling slowly as if summoning every ounce of patience he had left.
It was clear he had his own plans for her, a whole night to make her regret every last word she'd dared to throw his way.
Without a word, he turned and walked toward a small metal table that stood in a corner of the dim basement, his fingers grazing over various tools.
His hand settled on a sharp, gleaming knife, which he lifted up, turning it in his grip to catch the faint glint of light in the blade.
Seeing his choice, Dami scoffed, unable to resist another jab. A sarcastic smile curved her lips.
"Really? A knife? You don't waste any time, do you? Are we still flirting, or are you actually trying to scare me now?" Her tone was challenging, almost daring him, and the mockery was not lost on anyone in the room.
Several of the members let out small laughs, entertained by her boldness in the face of Mingyu's threat.
"Alright, that's it," Mingyu mumbled, irritation flashing across his face.
He tossed the knife aside with a clatter, abandoning it as he took brisk steps toward her, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
Dami just looked back at him, her expression full of defiance, waiting to see how far he would go.
There was no trace of fear in her gaze, only a dark amusement that seemed to taunt him further.
For a brief second, she found herself reflecting on her own strange, twisted curiosity about what was to come.
