Sana's heels clicked against the concrete floor as she was escorted through the docks. The yacht ride had been serene, but the anticipation bubbling within her had her heart racing.
The salty breeze and faint creak of ropes around the harbor were now behind her as she stepped into the seemingly abandoned warehouse.
The exterior was decrepit, rust staining the edges of its metallic frame, but once inside, it was a different world.
The place buzzed with activity—men in black patrolling the halls, machinery humming in the background, and faint voices echoing from unseen corners.
"Follow me, Miss Sana," one of her guards said, bowing slightly before leading her deeper into the labyrinth of corridors.
They stopped in front of a room with a series of monitors. Sana's eyes immediately darted to one of the screens displaying the live feed of Chaeyoung and Mina.
She tilted her head slightly, observing the scene.
Chaeyoung was asleep on the cold, hard floor, his disheveled hair and bruised face still managing to make him look striking.
Beside him, Mina was sitting against the wall, her knees tucked close to her chest.
The sight made Sana's jaw tighten.
Her grip on the back of the chair in front of her grew firmer, her knuckles whitening.
'Mina.'
The girl sat too close to him, her expression unreadable but her proximity infuriating.
"Take him outside," Sana ordered coldly, her voice sharp and decisive.
The guards didn't hesitate. They nodded and moved to carry out her command, storming into the room where Chaeyoung and Mina were held.
The sound of the door bursting open jolted both Mina and Chaeyoung awake.
"What's going on?" Chaeyoung demanded, struggling to his feet despite his obvious exhaustion.
The guards ignored his question, moving toward him with calculated precision. "Come with us," one of them said gruffly.
"Let me go!" Chaeyoung shouted, trying to resist as they grabbed his arms. He thrashed against their grip, but his bruised body lacked the strength it once had.
"Don't touch him!" Mina screamed, lunging forward to intervene. Her hands clawed at the guards holding Chaeyoung, but one of them shoved her back roughly, sending her stumbling to the ground.

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Only one? [male Chaeyoung x TWICE]
FantasyPerfect face. Perfect personality. Perfect body. Perfect grades. Perfect everything. Who might a guy like that choose to be his only one? [highest ranks at one point] #1 jihyo,