My Drunk Mistake || C.SB × C.YJ

20

|Who? Why?|

(Note: Everything mentioned in this chapter is purely fictional, so don't try to question any functionality, or any technical terms used. They are all made up.)

"Yes, he never had a sister but he had a brother who was always a sister on the inside."
What the actual fuck?
Lady red is a man?
That too Soobin's brother?
Who died?
I stay silent, looking into her eyes, through her soul, trying to search for a sign of deception
Maybe hesitation or even just a glint of lies
Nothing
Not one bit that she was saying seemed to be false. Not only because I could I see the pain burning in her eyes, but also because things started to click in.
The way Soobin said that baseball used to be his brother's favorite sport and I remember that the baseball bat used be Lady red's favorite weapon
Or the fact that his brother loved to play hide and seek and the one game that haunts my nightmares is hide and seek.
The game where if she found me, I would be garnished with new bruises.
Or the fact that the picture I saw was this exact lady dressed as a  man, beside Soobin.
My Soobin .
What do I do now?
My head is all over the place and I try to wriggle my body for some amount of movement when-
Fuck, my smart watch, the one that I was supposed to wear for my promotion special live programme later today, I have it on! Dumb ass bitch, I can click the emergency button on it, which can call the police. If only this rope could loosen up a bit. I can't  reach it dammit. The nearest button that I can reach on my watch, has a filmmaker carved on it? When the fuck did it have this option?
Confusion takes a hold of me again like second skin--
Right this is not my regular watch, ofcourse no emergency button
God, just how much could I have sinned for you to punish me like this?
My thoughts nearly drive me to the point of insanity before her voice cuts in or should I say his?
Oh my god, I can't even peacefully assume my kidnappers gender?
"Enough with the emotional drama yeonie, it's time for action. Now here's what's going to happen-"
"Wait!"
"What is it?"

Here we go with the stupidest question of the century, which could probably get me killed but I have to ask it anyway because I need time to figure the buttons of this watch and there is no better distraction than anger.
Save me lord, even if you don't want to

"So..what are you, like officially. Are you man or a woman? Like I just want to clarify so that I don't end up offending you, you know because I call you lady red? So I wanna know if it's Gentleman Red now."

I think I definitely ended up offending her or him, because I saw pure rage bursting through those eyes before she or he came closer with fire raging through his or her walk and even closer to me, close enough for me to smell that he or she doesn't brush. Fuck this is so confusing.
Oh shit, the filmmaker is the live audio button, the one which connects it to the national news radio!

" I see you grew some balls baby, now you fucking listen. We, are going to film a fun little video and send it to your IT department just to let them know how much fun we are having. There is a lot I have planned after that but the first step is to make the video right? So baby brace yourself"
The time slowed down as the man beside me pulled out a knife and at the same time a camera pointed to my face.

"Action"

(warning ⚠️ : this is a torture scene with a moderate amout of violence)

The knife pierces through my skin as a demolishing scream erupts from my lungs, burning tears fall from my eyes and the knife goes back in again this time through skin on my neck, making sure to carve out every working nerve in my neck, the man then reaches out to my thigh, then my shoulder, my back and it keeps going till my screams no longer come out and it feel laborious to even fucking breathe. My body feel like a craftwork of cuts and my eyes feel like lava about to combust.
Yep, should have definitely not tried to clarify his or her gender

"And Cut! Beautiful yeonie, you're such a good actor! Almost felt like you were actually being tortured, but you know, the real fun is about to start."
He or she or them, for fuck's sake seems elated with my pain, going to smile like a creep while rewatching the freshly made footage and even though I have never met a bigger psychopath ever in my life, I take the chance to muster all the energy left in me to finally press the button.

Click

We're rolling on national news radio.

Now I just have to pretend like I am petrified. Here goes the real acting.

"Your company's IT DEPARTMENT is going to receive a mail with a video attached to it and your bruised face will be the video cover, the twist is that the video has a neurotic virus attached to it, which only I how to decode. Now your usually careful department will panic after seeing your face on the video and at least one fucker will open the attachment and that's it! Boom your entire internal system will be hacked and it will be in my control. Choi Corps will be mine to destroy"

With my entire being feeling like it was going to end any second, the only question that I could croak out was
"Why?"
Why on the fucking earth would a lunatic who I don't know the gender of, dedicate their entire life trying make my life hell?  Why would anyone try to torture me to death and end Choi Corps, for sixteen damn years?

"There is a lot to answer for that but unfortunately you're not going to live long enough to hear about it yeonie"

" You know la-dy red, there is o-ne thing you are failing to understand."

It feels deady to try and move my voice box, but this is my only chance.

"When you caught me for the first time, I was a boy, an innocent child who was no match to your vicious ways, but now? Luckily you picked on someone your own size"

"What? What the fuck are you blabbering?"

"You are on live telecast, cupcake"

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