BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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5/10
THIRD PERSON POV
"Jho, can you drive faster?! Bilisan mo!" Colet snapped, checking the time on her phone. It was already 5:45 AM, and panic was settling in. They had to be back at Kyla's house, cleaned up and perfectly disguised as bodyguards, before she woke up. Today was the venue visit for the company event—and they couldn't afford to look suspicious.
"Teka lang! Gusto niyo ba tayong mamatay?!" Jhoanna barked, her knuckles whitening around the steering wheel as the car sped through the near-empty road. The tires screeched as she took a sharp turn.
"Kulang na lang itapon ko sarili ko palabas ng kotse," Stacey muttered from the backseat, rolling her eyes and adjusting her now-wrinkled disguise.
"Manahimik nga kayo!" Aiah snapped, her laptop open on her lap, trying to erase any remaining digital traces of their midnight 'field trip.' "I'm busy wiping footage and your bickering is not helping!"
"Paano ba hindi tayo makalma?!" Sheena practically yelled, her voice trembling. "Malapit na oras! Hindi pa tayo nag-aayos!"
Maloi bit her lower lip anxiously. She stared at her bloodied gloves in a ziplock bag, her mind racing through what they had just done.
Mikha sighed deeply from the passenger seat, her hand pressed against her forehead. "Just... shut up and let Jho drive."
Silence fell for a few seconds, broken only by the humming of the engine and the occasional honk from Jhoanna as she overtook slower vehicles. Their disguises—masks, gloves, stained clothing—were stuffed into duffel bags now shoved under the seats. The air inside the car was heavy, hot with adrenaline and the weight of what they'd just done.
"We're five minutes away," Gwen finally said, checking the GPS. Her voice was calm, robotic almost, but her eyes were locked onto the screen, calculating every second they had left.
"Change in the car. No choice," Aiah muttered. "We don't have time to stop."
The girls scrambled awkwardly to undress and re-dress—some tugging on their usual sleek black uniforms, others doing their makeup in tiny mirrors, wiping blood splatter from their necks or collarbones with baby wipes.
"Do we even have a story if Kyla asks where we were?" Sheena asked, pulling her hair into its usual tight bun.
"She won't ask," Colet said coldly, pulling on her gloves. "And if she does... lie."
"We're not murderers," Stacey muttered dryly, fixing her collar.
"Technically, we are," Maloi mumbled.
The car swerved into the private road leading to Kyla's estate just as the sun began to peek through the horizon.
"Let's pretend nothing happened," Jhoanna muttered, parking the car a few houses down. "Smile. Act normal. No one suspects a thing."
