Covetousness

Bitter Brews, Sweet Obsessions #9

Song title: Knock knock who's there / Red Velvet (Before I got to stan BINI, I'm a fan of Redvelvet first and BINI reminded me of them, their voices, talents, the songs that has unique melodies, you can't skip even the b-sides, plus the concepts are unpredictable. So yeah, BINI 🤝🏻 Redvelvet)

Note: listen to the song so it can give you feels while reading.

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The room was a suffocating cage, its emptiness mirrored in your own growing despair. Days had stretched into what felt like weeks, and the faint bruises on your wrists from Mikha’s ropes were only a physical reminder of the mental war you were fighting. Every glance at the broken shards of your phone scattered across the room brought a new wave of hopelessness. Mikha had smashed it days ago to sever any chance of contacting your friends—Jihyo, Jisoo, Wendy—or your sister, Seulgi. 

You knew they were looking for you. They had to be. You imagined Seulgi’s frantic pacing, Irene’s quiet determination to help her, and your friends scouring every corner of campus. But Aiah played her role well. She was texting your friends, sending carefully crafted messages of concern as if she were worried about your disappearance too. 

Meanwhile...

Gwen sat in the student council room, staring at her phone, unease creeping into her chest. “Aiah,” she muttered, glancing at the unread message thread from you. “Don’t you think it’s weird? Y/N hasn’t shown up for class, the café, nothing. She’s never like this.” 

Aiah, sitting across from her, didn’t even flinch. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she smiled faintly before looking up. “I know. I’ve been texting her too. I’m so worried.” She tilted the screen toward Gwen to show a message she’d sent earlier: ‘Hey Y/N, please let us know you’re okay. We’re all worried.’ 

“I don’t buy it,” Gwen said, her brow furrowing. “We should check with Seulgi. Maybe she heard something already.” 

“Good idea,” Aiah replied with a sympathetic nod, her mask of concern flawless. 

Back at the isolated room...

It was late. Mikha and Aiah had finished their whispered arguments just outside your door and finally fallen asleep. Your wrists throbbed from the constant friction of the ropes, but tonight, you felt a small triumph. You’d managed to loosen the knots just enough. Slowly, painfully, you wriggled your hands free, biting back a wince as the rope burned your raw skin. 

Every step toward the door felt like an eternity. You turned the handle as quietly as possible, your breath caught in your throat. The hallway stretched before you like a promise of freedom. You were halfway to the exit when the floor betrayed you with a loud creak. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Mikha’s voice was a sharp blade cutting through the silence. You froze, your blood running cold as you turned to see her. Her eyes gleamed with anger, and in her hand, a knife glinted menacingly in the faint light. Aiah was behind her, her expression darker than you’d ever seen. 

“Mikha, don’t—” Aiah started, but Mikha’s chilling laugh cut her off. 

“Oh no, Aiah,” Mikha said, stepping closer to you. “Our precious Y/N needs to learn a lesson.” 

Your voice trembled as you tried to reason with her. “Please, Mikha, just let me go. You don’t have to do this.” 

“Shut up!” she hissed, the knife now inches from your face. “You’re ours. Do you hear me? You don’t get to leave!” 

“Mikha, stop,” Aiah commanded, her voice firm. She stepped forward, her hand resting on Mikha’s arm. “We talked about this.” 

Mikha glared at her, but she lowered the knife. “You’re too soft, Aiah. She doesn’t deserve your kindness.”