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images - 2026-03-04T075210.348.jpegHan.

images - 2026-03-03T223751.967.jpegHyunjin

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bfa3938b879ce30f42ab96c93af8d856.jpgY/N


Chapter 1:
The scent of old paper and ozone always hung heavy in Hyunjin’s antique shop, but lately, Y/N felt a colder, sharper smell cutting through it—the scent of copper and obsession.
She sat on a velvet settee, watching Hyunjin sketch her. He was beautiful, his sharp jawline bathed in the moody lighting of the backroom, but his intense eyes felt less like he was looking at her and more like he was trapping her.
"Just a bit longer, Y/N," Hyunjin murmured, his fingers smudging charcoal on the page. "I need to get the look of your soul just right. Before it’s gone."
"Before what is gone?" she asked, shivering.
Before he could answer, the bell above the front door jingled—a harsh, shrill sound. Felix walked in. He was all soft smiles and golden light, a stark contrast to Hyunjin’s brooding atmosphere. Felix was the one who bought her coffee, who checked in on her when she felt paranoid.​
 
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Chapter 1:
The scent of old paper and ozone always hung heavy in Hyunjin’s antique shop, but lately, Y/N felt a colder, sharper smell cutting through it—the scent of copper and obsession.
She sat on a velvet settee, watching Hyunjin sketch her. He was beautiful, his sharp jawline bathed in the moody lighting of the backroom, but his intense eyes felt less like he was looking at her and more like he was trapping her.
"Just a bit longer, Y/N," Hyunjin murmured, his fingers smudging charcoal on the page. "I need to get the look of your soul just right. Before it’s gone."
"Before what is gone?" she asked, shivering.
Before he could answer, the bell above the front door jingled—a harsh, shrill sound. Felix walked in. He was all soft smiles and golden light, a stark contrast to Hyunjin’s brooding atmosphere. Felix was the one who bought her coffee, who checked in on her when she felt paranoid.​
This is really good. I am kinda concerned for y/n cause of hyunjin 😭.
 
Chapter 2:
"I brought you lunch, Y/N," Felix said, walking over and placing a warm container on the table. He didn't look at Hyunjin. "Let’s go to the park."
"She’s busy, Felix," Hyunjin said, not looking up from his paper.
"She doesn't look busy. She looks scared," Felix retorted, his tone dropping from angelic to icy in a fraction of a second.
Y/N felt trapped between them. She loved Felix’s warmth, but when she was with him, she felt an intense pressure to stay close, to never speak to anyone else. It felt… smothering.
"I'll go with Felix," Y/N said softly.
Hyunjin’s charcoal snapped. "Fine. But remember, Y/N. Everything in this shop has a price. Some things are bought, not borrowed."
 
Chapter 3:
The charcoal snapped with a sound that felt entirely too loud in the sudden silence of the shop. Felix didn’t flinch, his icy gaze locked onto Hyunjin’s, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his cold eyes. He tightened his grip on Y/N’s wrist, just slightly—enough to remind her, not enough to bruise.
"She’s not a commodity, Hyunjin," Felix said, his voice dropping an octave, losing all of its usual sunshine. "She’s not one of your sketches to be filed away."
Hyunjin stood slowly, towering over the desk, the broken pieces of charcoal staining his fingers black. He didn't look at Felix; he kept his eyes on Y/N, as if trying to hold her in place with sheer intensity. "You didn't answer me, Y/N. Everything here has a price."
Y/N felt her heart hammering against her ribs, the warmth Felix brought with lunch suddenly feeling suffocating, like a heavy blanket in a locked room. She looked at the container of food, then at the frantic, desperate energy radiating from Hyunjin.
"I just... I need some air," Y/N whispered, pulling her wrist gently from Felix’s grasp, though he immediately stepped closer to bridge the gap.
"Then we’ll go to the park," Felix said, his tone instantly switching back to angelic as he guided her toward the door, ignoring Hyunjin completely.
Hyunjin watched them leave, his voice calm, quiet, and terrifyingly cold as they reached the door. "Make sure you come back, Y/N. The door only opens one way."
The sunlight outside was bright, yet it did little to ease the tension hanging over the sidewalk. Felix walked close, his pace steady and purposeful, while the silence between them felt thick with unspoken expectations. Every few steps, he would glance toward her, his expression unreadable, a stark contrast to the warmth he had displayed only moments before.
As they reached the edge of the park, the sounds of the city began to fade, replaced by the rustle of leaves. The pressure to choose a side, to navigate the complicated boundary between the shop and the world outside, weighed heavily. The interaction back at the shop remained vivid—the broken charcoal, the cold warnings, and the sense that every choice made was being watched. The walk continued in a quiet that felt less like peace and more like a temporary pause in an ongoing storm.​
 
Chapter 4:
"We’re just going for a walk, Y/N," Felix murmured, his voice velvety soft, yet the way his hand hovered just inches from her elbow felt like a leash. "Hyunjin gets… anxious when you’re out of his sight. You understand, right? You’re special."
The irony of the word 'special' hung in the air, a euphemism for 'target.' Every instinct Y/N had was screaming to run, but the sheer, calm menace behind Felix’s freckled face kept her paralyzed.
Then, a sudden, sharp whistling noise broke the quiet of the park path.
"Hey! Lix!"
Felix stiffened, his pleasant facade cracking just enough to reveal the cold irritation underneath. Standing on the pavement ahead, casually leaning against a tree, was Han Jisung. He looked disheveled, a far cry from the immaculate, chilling composure Hyunjin and Felix maintained, but his eyes were sharp. Too sharp.
"Jisung," Felix replied, his tone icy. "We're busy."
"Funny," Jisung laughed, a sound that didn't reach his eyes, as he started walking toward them, forcing them to stop. "I just wanted to ask Y/N a question about that little sketch she bought. Seemed… important." He shifted his gaze to Y/N, holding a hand out. "Mind if I borrow her, Lix? Just for a second."​
 
Chapter 5:
Felix didn't move. He stood firm, a wall of soft sweaters and hidden dangers. "She's with me right now, Jisung. Maybe later."
Jisung smiled wider, a calculated move to mask his panic. He knew what happened to people who stayed with them too long. He had seen the way Hyunjin looked at her, like a masterpiece he was waiting to destroy.
"It's a really small question," Jisung insisted, moving closer, his hand subtly grabbing Y/N’s wrist, pulling her gently but firmly behind him. The shift was fast, designed to break the hold Felix had on her. "Hyunjin can wait. Or he can come here if he's so worried."
The air felt thin. Felix looked down at their joined wrists, his smile fading into a dangerous blank expression. He was calculating the cost of taking her back right there in the open.
"Come on, Y/N," Jisung whispered, already moving backward, his back to her as he shielded her from Felix. "We're going this way."
As they began to walk away, Felix didn't follow immediately. He just watched, his voice carrying clearly on the breeze. "I told you, Y/N. The door only opens one way. You just walked through it."
Jisung’s grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her faster towards the crowded, noisy street, away from the silent park and the two killers who were already planning their next move to get her back.​
 
Chapter 6:
Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the quick, sharp steps Jisung was taking. The cool air of the park felt suddenly stifling, as if the silence Felix had left behind was suffocating you. You didn't dare look back. You knew if you did, you’d see him—just standing there, that unnerving, blank expression fixed on your retreating figures.
"Jisung, wait," you breathed out, stumbling slightly over a tree root.
He didn't slow down, his hand firm on your wrist, guiding you through the shadows of the old oak trees. "Don't look back, Y/N. Never look back when they're watching."
"He said the door only opens one way," you whispered, the coldness of the phrase echoing in your mind.
Jisung tightened his grip, pulling you faster towards the bustling, neon-lit street ahead. The sounds of traffic and passing pedestrians felt surreal, a stark contrast to the quiet malice of the park. "Felix thinks he owns the map," Jisung muttered, his voice cold and sharp, a side of him he rarely showed you. "He forgets I’m the one who redraws the lines."
As you reached the edge of the street, the bright lights of a coffee shop spilled onto the pavement. Jisung finally slowed, bringing you behind a large brick pillar, shielded from the road and the park. He finally let go of your wrist, taking your shoulders to turn you toward him. His expression was intense, frantic but protective.
"Listen to me," Jisung said, his voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper. "Hyunjin is going to try to intercept us at the corner. We need to go left, through the back alley, and take the train. Do not, under any circumstances, go back to your apartment tonight."
Before you could ask why, a sudden, sharp screech of tires echoed from down the street, followed by the familiar, cold glint of Hyunjin’s car speeding around the corner—not towards you, but waiting just enough to block the path to the main road.
"They're not letting us go," you realized, panic rising in your throat.
Jisung let out a low curse, looking from the car to you. "Then we make our own exit." He grabbed your hand again, tighter this time, and pulled you toward the narrow, dark alleyway between two buildings. "Run."
Behind you, in the park, the silence was broken by the quiet, methodical sound of Felix’s footsteps, moving toward the edge of the street, watching his game play out.​
 
Chapter 7:
Your breath hitched, coming in short, sharp gasps as your sneakers pounded against the wet asphalt of the alleyway. The darkness was nearly absolute, save for the faint, flickering glow of a broken streetlamp at the far end.
"Faster," Jisung hissed, his grip on your hand unwavering, acting as a lifeline in the gloom.
Behind you, the roar of Hyunjin’s car engine revved, aggressive and predatory, but it couldn't enter the narrow passage. It was a temporary reprieve, but the sound of Felix’s footsteps, calm and methodical, seemed to echo from the walls around you, matching your pace. He wasn't running; he didn't need to.
You scrambled over a pile of crates, the scent of damp garbage filling your nose. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. Just as you reached the end of the alley, a figure stepped out from the shadows of the next street, silhouetted against the city lights.
Jisung abruptly stopped, pulling you behind a rusted dumpster. He peeked out, then pulled back, his face hard.
"It's not just Hyunjin," he whispered, his voice tighter than before. "They've surrounded the block. We have to go up."
He pointed to a rusty fire escape clinging to the side of the brick building.
"Jisung, I can't—"
"You can," he interrupted, looking directly into your eyes, his intense gaze forcing the panic down. "Because if you don't, they take you. And I won't let that happen. Trust me."
With the sound of footsteps closing in from both ends of the alley, you didn't have a choice. You grabbed the cold metal rung of the ladder, looking up into the dark sky, and started to climb, with Jisung right behind you.​
 
Chapter 8:
The metal groaned under your weight, a shrill screech that felt loud enough to alert every soul in the city. Below, the rhythmic click of boots stopped. A heavy silence filled the alley, more terrifying than the pursuit itself. You reached the first landing, lungs burning, and glanced down to see a flicker of light—a flashlight beam dancing across the very dumpster you had just hidden behind.
"Don't look back," Jisung hissed, his hand steadying your ankle for a brief second before pushing you upward. "Keep moving. Third floor, the window with the broken shutter."
You scrambled up the next flight, the iron vibrations traveling through your palms. Just as your hands found the stone ledge of the third floor, a voice drifted up from the darkness—smooth, low, and terrifyingly patient.
"Going somewhere?" Hyunjin called out.​
 
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Chapter 8:
The metal groaned under your weight, a shrill screech that felt loud enough to alert every soul in the city. Below, the rhythmic click of boots stopped. A heavy silence filled the alley, more terrifying than the pursuit itself. You reached the first landing, lungs burning, and glanced down to see a flicker of light—a flashlight beam dancing across the very dumpster you had just hidden behind.
"Don't look back," Jisung hissed, his hand steadying your ankle for a brief second before pushing you upward. "Keep moving. Third floor, the window with the broken shutter."
You scrambled up the next flight, the iron vibrations traveling through your palms. Just as your hands found the stone ledge of the third floor, a voice drifted up from the darkness—smooth, low, and terrifyingly patient.
"Going somewhere?" Hyunjin called out.​
role playing as y/n : umm yeah I am going somewhere are you going to stop me !?
I love it hyunjin is kinda making me scared tho but it still a great story you are so good at writing
 
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