❧ | 𝑾𝒉𝒐❜𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? [𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆]
[tw: unwanted touching, minor assault and violence, implied tragic ending]
"Jangmi?" The hybrid jumps in surprise when a voice sounds behind her, "hey, it's okay, it's just me." Jongin says as he comes to sit beside her, the nightclub thriving with the usual busy crowd on a Saturday night. "I haven't seen you since-"
"Can I stay with you?" She asks suddenly, catching Jongin by surprise but he nods immediately. "The police won't do anything, they said other than blocking my number and getting a restraining order, there is no threat..." Her voice cracks slightly so Jangmi tilts her head back to keep the tears from falling, she can't ruin her make-up this early in the night.
"Maybe Irene can help." Jongin looks up at the private room of the woman he just mentioned, wondering if he should go up regardless of Jangmi's answer.
Shaking her head, she finishes the last of her drink, cringing at the burning taste of alcohol down the back of her throat. "No, I don't want to bother people. If I stay with you, he won't be able to find me and eventually, he'll move on." She knows that isn't really likely. The type of man who is hunting her is relentless and won't give up until he has what he wants in his possession and all she's really doing now is playing hard to get.
Prolonging the inevitable, in his eyes.
She heads off to the room that's been booked for her, the only one for the night before Jongin is even able to say anything, left sitting at the bar with his mouth open before sighing and looking over at San and Chan. Everyone knows. Even if Jangmi hasn't explicitly told anyone what's been going on, everyone knows that something is happening because her usual bubbly personality has become more reserved and she looks like she's ready to run at any chance she has.
Her client hasn't arrived yet, not unusual, so she begins to set up the room the way that she likes it. She likes to provide more relaxing dances, hypnotising and sensual rather than erotic, something to make the client feel at ease. While some of the dancers like leaving their clients hot and heavy, she likes them to feel like all the stress has left their bodies - which strangely works. As she lights incense to help complete the mood, the door begins to open. "He-" Her greeting cuts off as she comes face to face with the man who she's been running from.
A cruel grin stretches across thin lips as Jangmi's eyes widen in fear. "Hello, pretty fox~" His voice makes her stomach turn as she resists the urge to throw up. "So, this is where you've been hiding? Right under our noses."
Nobody can hear her scream, nobody can save her from his hands grabbing her biceps and pulling her close, nobody would even know what's going on unless San happened to check the cameras to make sure things were alright.
"P-P-Please." She stutters, her eyes clenched shut and body completely stiff as he tries to move her but her feet are frozen to the floor. "You had to let me go."
"I didn't have a choice since you ran to that bitch and made a deal. Whored yourself out to escape me? I'm surprised they accepted such damaged goods but who wouldn't? You were always pretty to have sitting on my lap." His hand reached for the door when it burst open and everything happened so fast.
One minute, Jangmi was held so tightly that she was sure she would bruise and then the next minute she was pulled into a warm embrace while Jongin held the man up against the wall by the throat.
"Stubborn little fox, hm?" Irene's comforting voice whispers in her ear while her small hand caresses the back of her head. "You shouldn't have carried this burden alone," Jangmi whines softly, tears freely falling once her body realises she is safe. "I told you I'd protect you, didn't I? I look after my people." She nods while Irene keeps comforting her, nearly missing the deep growls coming from the werewolf who had his hand around the man's throat.
Not that Irene really seemed to be in a rush to deal with him.
"I'm sorry..." Jangmi begins, only to have Irene hush her, not needing an apology. Sometimes it's hard to open up, especially when those you trust can easily destroy you. That has always been Jangmi's biggest fear, after years of abuse, she was afraid that history would repeat and those she trusted would betray her so she hides away a lot of things in order to protect herself.
The less that people know, the safer she is.
"Come now," Irene wipes away Jangmi's tears and ushers her to the door, "I think you deserve some ice cream and chocolate, hm?" Jongin looks over his shoulder at his boss, her head giving him the subtlest of nods before closing the door behind her and leaving him alone with the man who has been stalking his best friend.
"Looks like you're all mine~" He grins, eyes shining gold. With the music in the club, nobody will hear his screams.