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[Chapter 2]

Interaction: Kim Gwang-Il & Reader

Genre: Crime

[R13]

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Sorry for the wait! This chapter is shorter than the last but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Summary: You were going to get out of there. Gwang-Il had left you to the boys as he said he would, but to your surprise, they hadn’t touched you yet. But with them on your tail, how will you plot to escape?

"You've got work to do,"

One of the members, which you remembered to be 'Su-Jin', called out to you. You had found the other members in another room, their uninviting, sharp glares on piercing through you as you entered.

"What work?" As you spoke, the wave of goosebumps and your visible, inconsistent shivers awakened your awareness; you were still in your underwear alone. Almost as if on cue, Su-Jin tossed a satin red robe at you, "Before you say anything, it's oversized because it used to be Mr. Kim's."

Turning his back, Su-Jin continued with what he was doing, "As for the work, I'm referring to chores. We need to keep you busy and away from planning to escape, you see. Apart from that, there's a lot of clothes we'll need you to clean up." You flinched at the thought of what those clothes looked like. On top of that, the last thing you intended to do was assist criminals. They were not stupid; it was no surprise they expected you to devise a plan.

But you weren't stupid either, and you weren't going to let anything stop you. You were going to play along for now.

"No funny business," the other member in the room pointed a finger at you as he took a sudden step forward with a slight snarl sharpening his features, "you have a time limit. If you're not done by then, you'll have to face the consequences. Clear?"

Your eyes met with the finger in close proximity with your face, but you weren't intimidated at all. Matter of fact, you had to resist the urge to smile. "Where can I find the clothes?"

The member escorted you to a smaller room, and you followed as he entered. He gestured to a bath tub, gray and matted with age, and filled with bloodied clothing as you imagined, but the sight instantly caused your stomach to plummet. Who were you kidding? How could you play along and wash the blood of Gwang-Il's unfortunate victims?

"C-Can't we just throw these away?"

"Don't be stupid."

Wincing at the guilt gnawing at you, you struggled to form a sentence, "D-Do I really have to...wash blood?" In response, he threw you some gloves as if that would ease the situation for you. "Are you serious? That's not the only issue here. I'm not just gonna clean up the mess of a bunch of heartless criminals!"

"Then talk to Mr. Kim about it. He's the brains of this operation."

"In fact, yes I will."

Immediately after letting those words escape your mouth, you regretted it. There was no way you were in shape to speak with him now. "I'll escort you-"

"Uh, never mind," you cut him off and raised your palm, "I’ll go later. Just leave me be." He briefly glared at you as if he was suggesting to watch your tongue before he left you alone with your thoughts. And you thought this was a perfect opportunity to start devising a plan. You inhaled deeply to feel tranquil, but all that came of it was the pungent odor of old blood. You hated that you had to do this.

But you guessed this wasn’t your decision to make.

As you scrubbed at the blood-soaked clothes, you tried with great effort to hold back your tears. Your hands shook as you worked, your mind racing with thoughts of escape. How were you so unlucky that you ended up here, stuck in this hellhole? How would you escape?

You remembered the moment of your capture so vividly and you couldn't help but grit your teeth furiously at your ridiculous choice to ignore your parents' number one rule. Now, you were paying the price.

But you weren't going to give up. You had survived for this long so you assumed you were lucky enough to survive a little longer. You would find a way out of this mess, no matter what it took. You just had to keep your head down and play along for now, biding your time until the opportunity for escape presented itself.

You scrubbed harder at the clothes, trying to rid them of the stains that seemed to symbolize all of the horrors that you experienced. Maybe, just maybe, if you could wash them clean, you could wash away the guilt that weighed heavy on your conscience. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't beyond redemption.

But how were you going to get out of here? The members of the group were probably supposed to always watch you, their eyes observing your every move. You had to bide your time and wait for the perfect opportunity.

So, with each day that passed, you began to eavesdrop on their conversations, trying to gather any information that could be useful to your escape. You plan from the beginning was coming up again. You did as you were told and played along with it. It wasn't easy to listen in as they were often alert, their voices barely above a whisper. But you were determined.

As you finished up your futile duties and you overheard a hushed conversation between two of the members. They were talking about a job they had planned for the evening - a job that would take them away for hours. You strained to hear their words, trying to piece together their plan.

This was your chance to escape. At least a million thoughts crossed your mind; most were of fear and uncertainty, but truth be told, you didn’t care. You were not going to let an opportunity like this pass, though escape was probably more difficult than it seemed. But you were ready to do whatever it took to get out of there.

You waited impatiently until the members were all away, then gathered your meager belongings and crept out of the bedroom. Your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way through the dingy rooms, your paranoia gnawing at your determination.

As you reached the front door, you hesitated. This was it - your chance to flee and never look back. But what if you were caught? You couldn't shake the fear that Gwang-Il would track you down and punish you for your disobedience. His face was certainly the last thing you wanted to see.

You took a deep breath and stepped out into the night, determined to put as much distance between yourself and the group as possible.

You knew you had to keep moving - there was no telling how long it would take Gwang-Il and the others to realize that you were gone, and you didn't want to be around when they did.

You forced yourself to your feet and kept on walking, the faint glimmer of light on the horizon guiding you forward. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew you had to find a way to get help. You had to find a way to get back home to your parents, who you expected to be devastated.

You had no idea how much time had passed or how much distance you had covered, but you couldn't afford to stop. You had to keep moving, no matter how tired you were. You dragged your feet along the ground as you pushed yourself to the limit, your body aching with each step. Your mind was numb with exhaustion, and all you wanted to do was collapse and rest. But you couldn't give in to that temptation.

You had to keep going, no matter what.

So you kept on walking, your feet pounding the pavement in a relentless rhythm. You didn't know where you were going, but as long as you were far away, that was all that counted.

Out of nowhere, a voice rang out from behind you, sending shivers down your spine. “Where are you going?” Gwang-Il was right on your heels, his presence looming closer than you had expected. Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to see Gwang-Il standing there, with what seemed like a genuine display of confusion on his face. However, it was quickly replaced with a chilling grin, his eyes glowing with a maniacal light.

Panic took hold and you bolted, your legs pumping beneath you as you fled through the darkness. The fear coursing through your veins acted as a driving force, urging you to move faster. But as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw that Gwang-Il was nowhere to be found. Confused and disoriented, you slowed your pace and scanned the area, searching for any sign of him. But the area was empty, and there was no trace of the menacing figure. Had you really outrun him, or was this just a twisted game? You couldn't be sure, but you knew you had to stay alert. Gwang-Il was a predator, and you were his prey.

As you frantically searched for an escape route, you noticed a shadowy figure lurking in the distance. It was one of Gwang-Il's henchmen, standing sentinel as if waiting for you to make a move. Your heart sank as the realization hit you - there was no way out. Gwang-Il had you completely surrounded, and you were trapped in his web of deceit.

You stood with your eyebrows furrowed and your breath caught in your throat, your mind racing as you tried to come up with a plan. Was this the end for you? You had been foolish to think that you could escape so easily, and now you were probably in an even worse situation than you were before.

Dazed, you turned back to see that Gwang-Il had returned, flashing a wide smile, and slowly but surely, he showed off a coin he had,

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Lee Jong Suk as Park Chang Ho

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