The flowerbed - Aespa's Giselle x M!Reader

The armageddon (Part 2)

The hallway tilted sideways as I staggered town their door. It hung open slightly, broken off its hinges.

No no no.

I pushed it open with shaking hands, blood roaring in my ears.

And froze.

There,  on the couch where we'd spent countless evenings watching movies and  sharing meals, sat my girls. And standing over them, gun trained  steadily on Winter's head, was Choi.

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Y/N's POV

Time slowed to a crawl as I watched Choi press the gun harder against Winter's temple. Her face remained impossibly calm, but I could see her hands shaking slightly.

Something in me snapped.

The pain disappeared, replaced by pure, blinding rage. Before I could think, my body was moving - launching across the room with strength I didn't know I still had.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

The impact sent us both crashing into the coffee table. Glass shattered as we hit the floor, but I barely felt it. My fist connected with his face once, twice - each punch driven by a year of pent-up fury.

The gun skittered across the floor somewhere.

"You don't touch them," another hit. "Ever." Blood sprayed from his nose. "Again."

Hands grabbed me from behind - Jung, trying to pull me off. But I was beyond reason now. Beyond pain. Beyond everything except protecting them.

Choi's head cracked against the floor as I slammed him down one final time. His eyes rolled back, body going limp.

"ENOUGH!" Minhyuk's voice cut through the haze of rage.

I felt cold metal press against the back of my head. The gun. Of course.

"Get up," Minhyuk ordered. "Slowly."

My ribs screamed as I stood, the adrenaline fading enough to remind me of my injuries. But I kept my eyes on the girls - Ningning crying silently, Karina's face pale with fear, Winter still trembling slightly.

"Well," Jung straightened his suit, looking at his unconscious enforcer with disgust. "That was dramatic."

"Let them go," I managed through gritted teeth. "Your fight's with me."

"Oh, but it's not anymore," Jung smiled coldly. "You made them part of this the moment you gave them that evidence."

Giselle's POV

"The lawyers are connected," Chaewon put her phone on speaker, setting it on the coffee table.

"Kim Jiwoo and Park Sooyoung from legal," a sharp, professional voice filled the room. "We've reviewed the initial files you sent. This is... extensive."

"More than extensive," another voice - presumably Park Sooyoung - cut in. "Money laundering, corporate espionage, yakuza connections, assault... Jung's built himself quite the criminal empire."

"Can you help?" I asked, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

"Already moving," Jiwoo replied. "We have contacts in the Seoul Metropolitan Police - Special Investigations Unit. Officers we've worked with before, completely separate from normal channels. Jung won't be able to touch them."