𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

The night had past with no real event defining it.

Seyeon didn't get a wink of sleep though. Her mind was still trying to get around what Jisung had told her.

Her father was in debt to the mafia, and she was the one to pay for his secrecy and betrayal.

She knew why they told her, because she would never make it out of here alive.

The tears had started to cascade down her cheeks once again at the thought of her whole childhood being a lie.

Not only was she in the mafia's house, but she had two fractured legs.

There was only one thing that truly made sense to her at this stage. She would have to go along with everything Jisung and the boys told her to do, and the moment she could run, she'd fucking run.

Her heart began to pound at the fight or flight instinct that took over. She was going to die, or be tortured...She'd have to wait till the morning for her meeting with the famous Renjun to find out her fate.

During her mind racing, and her breathing peaking, Jisung had stepped into the room, his black leather jacket and black ripped jeans making camouflaging ten times easier.

He watched the younger girl break down as she thought through her family lies and her undetermined future.

He was emotionless, that much was a fact to the other people in his gang, yet here he was feeling a twinge if guilt in his heart.

Why was she special? It was a question the the teen had asked himself so many times, but he truly had no answer to the sensation of feeling.

He was just happy to find a girl who could fight. That's what he kept telling himself.

He stepped out of the shadows, wanting to have a decent conversation with her without the boys knowing. They would taunt him if they ever found out.

"You okay?" He monotonously mumbled, hands deep in his pockets while his shoulders were awkwardly raised to his ears.

He had never been able to talk to girls, even if his job forced him to many times.

"Oh...It's you," she scowled, eyes falling to the ground hopelessly.

She was angry, and god knew not much could change that, but she was less ratty due to the pain killers that Jaemin had given her.

He let his gaze soften as he leaned in, finger tracing her jawline. It was as if he was in a trance, and Seyeon was almost scared to break it, unsure as to how he would react.

When she released an involuntary whimper, he snapped his head up, pulling his hand to the side as he stepped back quickly. Fear. That's what Seyeon could make out in his eyes.

"Sorry," he mumbled, running his hand through his brown hair hastily while backing away.

"Wait! Jisung, why did you do that?" He tried to avoid the question, quickly collecting his buzzing mind.

"If you dare tell another soul of that, I won't hesitate to kill you."

With that, he turned away, leaving the dingy and mouldy basement behind him, along with a very scared girl.