Seorin University is located in Seoul which selects 1 student for each class every year for scholarships based on criteria. This college is known for having wealthy students where some are studious, while others are spoiled brats and only care about...
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Taehyung Pov:
The room was dimly lit by the cold glow of my laptop screen. My body was screaming for rest, but I couldn't afford it. Not when she was out there, trapped in a living hell.
The pain was a fucking joke compared to the storm raging inside me. Anger. Guilt. Fear. They were already eating away at whatever control I had left. I was useless, stuck in this goddamned bed, while others were out there doing what should've been my job.
Jungkook and Miho had been working nonstop for almost a week, tearing through the network to find the leader of that cursed organization. S was on surveillance at their base, and thanks to that, we had some leads. But me? I was here, staring at screens, going through every piece of data, searching for a way to bring her back.
But what I'd uncovered so far, it was worse than I ever imagined. I'd hacked into one of their private streams, and what I saw in the videos of one of their parties would haunt me for the rest of my life. What Viper told us was nothing compared to this. The reality was brutal. This wasn't just some underground brothel or illegal sex ring.
They were stripping away every bit of humanity and dignity from these girls. Some were barely old enough to understand what was happening to them. Forced to crawl on their hands and knees while disgusting men three times their age drooled over them. Their cries, their fucking screams—they echoed in my head, and it felt like my soul was being ripped apart just imagining her there. This was worse. So much worse.
Two days. That's all we had to destroy their operation and get her out. If we failed... Fuck, I couldn't even fucking finish that thought without feeling like I'd suffocate.
But worse than that? The horrible images that haunted me. She wasn't locked away in some guarded hotel—but place those bastards will be touching her, fucking her against her will. The thought of her disappearing forever, beyond my reach, was a nightmare I wouldn't let become reality or else I'd never forgive myself.
The thought of her crying, screaming, begging for it to stop—and them not stopping—made my blood boil. I slammed my fist into the mattress, ignoring the sharp pain in my side. Nothing else mattered until she was safe, standing right in front of my eyes. She must be waiting for someone to save her. For me to save her.
She wasn't just another girl caught in the crossfire. She wasn't someone I could write off as collateral. She was mine. My dawn. My salvation. My reason to breathe in this godforsaken world. The one thing in my life that wasn't tainted by blood and sin. And now, those assholes had her.
Every file I hacked, every clue I found, brought me closer to their destruction. These monsters thought they could lay their filthy hands on her and get away with it.
Not a chance.
For every bruise they left on her, for every second she spent trapped in their hell, I'd make sure they pay for what they'd done.
