I had a feeling that some of you would like a part 2, but I was wrong. Anyway if you do, this is it, but if you are satisfied with the first one, you don't need to read it. Mys sister also made this one, actually she's just made one big chapter that I cut in 2, since she's nice and not me 😂😂
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Detective Choi was in charge of the investigation. He leaned back in the chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He'd seen obsession before—celebrity cases were a cesspool of unstable minds. But this one was methodical. Patient. Surgical.
Three days, and nothing solid.
No fingerprints. No hair. No footage.
The apartment's cameras had been disabled with a handheld EMP—military grade. The shattered balcony glass held no prints, and the neighbors had heard nothing. Rain covered every sound. No one had even seen Jisoo leave. Because she hadn't.
She'd been taken.
And whoever took her... knew what they were doing.
The only trace?
The videos.
Five of them. Sent directly to each member of BLACKPINK via anonymous email accounts—encrypted, rerouted through multiple proxies.
The first was the one Lisa found.
The second showed Jisoo crying uncontrollably. Curled in the corner of the room, mumbling something incoherent, like a broken lullaby. Her voice was hoarse, shredded from screaming.
The third showed her scratching at the door with her bare nails. Blood smeared the lower half of the metal. Her hands were raw. Her eyes wild.
The fourth? She wasn't even speaking anymore.
Just staring into the camera.
Mouth open slightly. Breathing shallow. A bruise formed beneath her left eye. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
The fifth was just a still frame.
A close-up of her face.
Her expression unreadable.
The caption underneath?
"She's quiet now."
~~~
Lisa broke a glass against the wall.
"I don't want to sit around anymore!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "He's playing with us."
Jennie tried to calm her, but her hands were shaking too.
"This isn't just some psycho who snapped. This is... someone who planned every step. Someone who wanted to hurt all of us."
Rosé sat silently on the couch, arms wrapped around her legs, staring at the floor. She hadn't spoken in an hour.
"I keep thinking," she finally said, voice barely a whisper, "what if she thinks we've given up?"
Jennie turned to the police. "You have nothing? No clue where those emails came from?"
Choi nodded grimly. "The sender anticipated our every step. He's taunting us. But he's careful. Too careful."
~~~
Jisoo lost track of how many days it had been.
The food came once, sometimes twice a day. Always the same: plain rice, water, and silence. No voice anymore. No more taunting.
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K-pop sickfics/hurtfics
Fanfiction** requests are close** Some K-pop sick/hurtfics/littlespace about my favorite K-pop group. I take request. This story is considered a mature because some chapter could be triggering for people, but there is and will be no smut in this book.
