Chapter 1:
The rain didn’t just fall on the old SM Entertainment training building; it seemed to bleed from the sky, coating the crumbling concrete in a cold sheen. Y/N tightened her coat, shivering as she unlocked the side door. She was a stylist trainee, and her late-night shift had just ended. The building was empty, or so she thought.
"Why are you still here, Y/N?"
Chapter 2:
Y/N spun around, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Standing in the doorway of the dimly lit costume room was
Ni-ki, the youngest trainee, his silhouette sharp against the hallway’s flickering fluorescent light. He wasn’t smiling. His intense, dark eyes were fixed on her with a strange, possessive intensity that made the chill in the air feel even colder.
"I... I just finished the stage outfits for tomorrow," Y/N stammered, holding her coat tighter. "What about you? You're usually gone by now."
Ni-ki stepped forward, his expression unreadable—a mix of nonchalance and something far darker, far more calculating. "The dance director wanted me to fix my footwork. Again." He paused, observing her, his gaze scanning her from head to toe. "You look tired, Y/N. You should have let me walk you out."
Chapter 3:
Before she could respond, a soft, melodic laugh echoed from the dark, winding staircase nearby.
"Walking her out? I don't think that's necessary, Riki." Hyunjin stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, his long hair slightly damp, his visuals striking even in the dismal, dim lighting of the old building. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes—a look of cold charm, a "tsundere" type of affection that Y/N had always found both intoxicating and terrifying.
"I was just coming to find you, Y/N," Hyunjin said, his voice dropping to a smooth, dangerous whisper as he walked over, placing himself between her and Ni-ki. "It's far too dangerous in this old building at night. Things tend to... disappear. Or break."
Ni-ki’s jaw tightened, his posture shifting into a defensive, almost feral stance. "I was already taking care of it, Hyunjin-hyung."
Chapter 4:
"Were you?" Hyunjin countered, his eyes locked on Ni-ki’s. "Or were you just making her feel trapped, like you always do?"
Y/N felt the tension in the room spike, a palpable, suffocating force. The rain continued to pour, sounding like frantic fingernails tapping against the old, reinforced windows. The air smelled of damp concrete and something else—something metallic, like iron.
"I can walk myself out," Y/N said, trying to push past them, but both boys stepped into her path, closing her in.
"It's too late for that, Y/N," Ni-ki said softly, his voice trembling with a terrifying blend of adoration and mania. "The doors are locked."
Hyunjin nodded slowly, holding up a heavy set of keys he’d swiped from the security booth, his smile widening. "And I don't think we're going home tonight, are we?"
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