POISONED YOUTH: TWISTED

CHAPTER 29

"Give me her details, and we're done."

The shorter male rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by the request.

"She's just a kid."

"Not just a kid." The leader's expression hardened. "She's probably linked to one of them."

"How can you be so sure?"

The leader smirked.

He slowly spun his swivel chair around until he was facing the rest of his men, his fingers casually tapping against the armrest.

"Oh, I have my ways."

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The following morning at the mansion was unusually quiet.

After the events of the previous night, everyone had gone to bed earlier than usual, leaving the entire house unusually peaceful. Haechan, in particular, had taken advantage of the silence and fallen into one of the deepest naps he'd had in days.

Unfortunately, it didn't last.

"Haechan! Come here for a second!"

Mark's booming voice tore through his peaceful sleep.

Haechan groaned beneath the sheets and buried his face deeper into the pillow.

"Don't make me call you on three!"

"Argh! I'm the boss here!"

He kicked the sheets off and dragged himself out of bed, his hair completely disheveled. He didn't even bother putting on a shirt as he stumbled out of his room.

"Where the fuck?!" He loudly called out.

"Media room!" Mark's voice echoed instantly.

Haechan dragged his feet toward the media room before pushing the door open with his foot.

Renjun glanced at him and immediately rolled his eyes.

"Ugh. We know you have abs."

"You interrupted my beauty sleep." Haechan rubbed his eyes before looking around. "What now?"

Mark's expression immediately turned serious. "IKON wired a message."

Haechan's tiredness disappeared. He walked over to Renjun and looked at the computer screen.

A single file was open, containing words that made his blood boil.

Na Yeoreum.

What a lovely name!

Who is she?

Haechan's expression darkened. His fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw tightened.

They knew her name. That alone was enough to make his blood boil.