Hyunjin sat trembling against the cold brick wall of an alley, one hand pressed against his injured side. His mafia empire had collapsed, his men had abandoned him, and now he was alone, bleeding and terrified. He didn’t want to die. “Please…” he whispered, struggling to stay conscious. “Someone… help me.” Footsteps approached. He flinched, desperately trying to scramble backward, but a man in an expensive suit crouched before him. “We can restore everything you lost.” He stared at him fearfully. “W-what do you want from me?” “You marry Y/N.” He blinked. “…Marriage?” “We’ll protect your empire and rebuild your power. In exchange, you become part of our family.” With nowhere else to turn, he agreed. He should’ve asked more questions. The wedding happened quickly. And that’s when he discovered the problem. You was terrifyingly quiet. rarely spoke. simply stared at people with an expression so cold that even seasoned mafia members avoided making eye contact. Hyunjin eventually heard the rumors. You had been married several times before. None of her previous husbands stayed. “They ran away?” He whispered to a guard. “Every single one.” “Why?” The guard hesitated. “Her personality.” He glanced across the room. You were sitting silently, reading a book. Until you slowly looked up. Your eyes met. He immediately straightened, his heart pounding. “…I wasn’t saying anything bad!” You returned to her book. Somehow, silence frightened him more than a threat ever could. From that day onward, Hyunjin became extremely careful. He never touched her belongings. He memorized exactly how you liked your tea. He never interrupted her reading. And whenever you stared at him for more than three seconds, he immediately wondered what he’d done wrong. One evening, he accidentally knocked over a vase. CRASH. Silence. You slowly turned around. Hyunjin nearly jumped out of his skin. “I’M SORRY! I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” (It won’t let me put his name)

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 Sunghoon sat against the cold brick wall of an alley, exhausted after watching his entire mafia empire collapse. His clothes were torn, and he was barely holding himself together. Then footsteps approached. A man from one of the most powerful mafia empires stopped in front of him. “We can restore everything you lost.” Sunghoon looked up suspiciously. “What’s the catch?” “You marry Y/N.” Sunghoon blinked. “…That’s it?” “That’s it.” He should’ve asked more questions. The wedding happened quickly. And that’s when Sunghoon discovered the problem. You was terrifyingly quiet. rarely spoke. You simply stared at people with an expression so cold that even seasoned mafia members avoided making eye contact. Sunghoon eventually heard the rumors. You had been married several times before. None of her previous husbands stayed. “They…ran away?” Sunghoon asked. “Every single one.” “Why?” The guard hesitated. “Her personality.” Sunghoon glanced across the room. Y/N was sitting silently, reading a book. She slowly looked up. Their eyes met. Sunghoon immediately straightened. “…I was just asking.” You just went back to reading. That silence somehow felt worse than yelling. From that day onward, Sunghoon became extremely careful. He made sure not to touch her things. He remembered exactly how she liked her tea. He never interrupted her reading. And whenever she stared at him for more than three seconds, he immediately started wondering what he’d done wrong. One evening, Sunghoon accidentally knocked over a vase. CRASH. Silence. You slowly turned around. Sunghoon froze. “…I can explain.” You stared. (𝓔𝓭𝓲𝓽: 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓼)

𝓒𝓔𝓞 𝔁 𝓢𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓐𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 Jungwon was a billionaire CEO, known for being cold, disciplined, and completely obsessed with his company. His life was perfectly organized—until one small problem threatened to ruin everything. His parents decided to intervene. “We found a solution,” his father said. “You’ll marry the Mafia princess.” He nearly dropped his phone. The Mafia princess, You was his complete opposite. You was reckless, unpredictable, and constantly surrounded by the habits He hated most. You often drank and struggled with drug addiction, while Jungwon cared about nothing except business. Their marriage quickly became a battlefield. “Can you please stop drinking for one night?” Jungwon snapped. You simply shrugged. “Can you please stop talking about your company for five minutes?” “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t constantly creating problems.” “And I wouldn’t have to listen if you weren’t constantly complaining.” Despite their arguments,You occasionally surprised him with how observant she was. One night, Jungwon had an especially horrible day. A deal collapsed. Investors were furious. Employees were arguing with him left and right, and someone had even conned the company out of a huge amount of money. By the time he drove home, his patience was gone. He entered the house and immediately saw You were sitting on the couch, drinking like always. “Of course,” he muttered. “That’s all you ever do.” You looked up. “Bad day?” “Don’t start.” “I know what happened.” He stopped. “What?” “The person who conned you.” His expression changed. You calmly took another sip. “He didn’t steal the money. He redirected it through a shell company. I figured out where it went.” Jungwon stared. “..what?” “I solved the problem before you even got home,” You said. “Check your company’s transaction records. You’ll find the account.”

𝓒𝓔𝓞 𝔁 𝓢𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓐𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 Ni-ki was a billionaire CEO, known for being cold, disciplined, and completely obsessed with his company. His life was perfectly organized—until one small problem threatened to ruin everything. His parents decided to intervene. “We found a solution,” his father said. “You’ll marry the Mafia princess.” Ni-ki nearly dropped his phone. The Mafia princess, You was his complete opposite. You was reckless, unpredictable, and constantly surrounded by the habits Ni-ki hated most. You often drank and struggled with drug addiction, while Ni-ki cared about nothing except business. Their marriage quickly became a battlefield. “Can you please stop drinking for one night?” Ni-ki snapped. You simply shrugged. “Can you please stop talking about your company for five minutes?” “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t constantly creating problems.” “And I wouldn’t have to listen if you weren’t constantly complaining.” Despite their arguments,You occasionally surprised him with how observant she was. One night, Ni-ki had an especially horrible day. A deal collapsed. Investors were furious. Employees were arguing with him left and right, and someone had even conned the company out of a huge amount of money. By the time he drove home, his patience was gone. He entered the house and immediately saw You were sitting on the couch, drinking like always. “Of course,” he muttered. “That’s all you ever do.” You looked up. “Bad day?” “Don’t start.” “I know what happened.” Ni-ki stopped. “What?” “The person who conned you.” His expression changed. You calmly took another sip. “He didn’t steal the money. He redirected it through a shell company. I figured out where it went.” Ni-ki stared at Y/n. “You… what?” “You solved the problem before you even got home,” You said. “Check your company’s transaction records. You’ll find the account.”

𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸😛 Heeseung sat against the cold brick wall of an alley, exhausted after watching his entire mafia empire collapse. His clothes were torn, and he was barely holding himself together. Then footsteps approached. A man from one of the most powerful mafia empires stopped in front of him. “We can restore everything you lost.” Heeseung looked up suspiciously. “What’s the catch?” “You marry Y/N.” Heeseung blinked. “…That’s it?” “That’s it.” He should’ve asked more questions. The wedding happened quickly. And that’s when Heeseung discovered the problem. You was terrifyingly quiet. rarely spoke. You simply stared at people with an expression so cold that even seasoned mafia members avoided making eye contact. Heeseung eventually heard the rumors. You had been married several times before. None of her previous husbands stayed. “They ran away?” Heeseung asked. “Every single one.” “Why?” The guard hesitated. “Her personality.” Heeseung glanced across the room. Y/N was sitting silently, reading a book. She slowly looked up. Their eyes met. Heeseung immediately straightened. “…I was just asking.” You just went back to reading. That silence somehow felt worse than yelling. From that day onward, Heeseung became extremely careful. He made sure not to touch her things. He remembered exactly how she liked her tea. He never interrupted her reading. And whenever she stared at him for more than three seconds, he immediately started wondering what he’d done wrong. One evening, Heeseung accidentally knocked over a vase. CRASH. Silence. You slowly turned around. Heeseung froze. “…I can explain.” You stared.

𝓞𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 Jay stumbled into the alley, exhausted and injured after watching his entire mafia empire collapse around him. He leaned against the brick wall, barely able to keep himself standing. His phone buzzed. One message. “We can restore your empire.” Jay frowned. A figure stepped from the shadows. “Our family controls one of the largest empires in the city,” the stranger said. “We’ll rebuild yours—but there’s a condition.” Jay narrowed his eyes. “What condition?” “You marry Y/N.” Jay stared at him.“…That’s it?” “That’s it.” He agreed. He should’ve asked more questions. The wedding happened quickly, and Jay soon met his new wife. Y/N burst through the door carrying three shopping bags. “JAY! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!” She tripped over the carpet. “WHOA—!”Jay caught her before she hit the floor. She laughed. “I’m okay!”Jay sighed. That was only the beginning. The next morning, Y/N disappeared. Jay panicked. “Where is she?!” A guard pointed toward the driveway. “She was kidnapped.” Jay froze. “Again?” “Again.” By Wednesday, she’d been kidnapped twice. Thursday? Three times. Friday? Jay received a phone call. “Sir, Y/N has been kidnapped again.” Jay slammed his hand onto his desk. “HOW?!” “We’re not entirely sure.” Y/N somehow always returned completely unharmed, usually with a ridiculous story. “I accidentally got into the wrong car!” “I thought those guys were your guards!” “I wanted to see where they were taking me!” Jay stared at her. “Do you realize how dangerous this is?!” Y/N smiled sheepishly. “Yeah…” “Then STOP GETTING KIDNAPPED!” She nodded. Five seconds later, she tripped over a chair.

(7/7) 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓼 Ni-ki had received stranger assignments before, but this one was definitely at the top of the list. Y/N’s family was one of the most powerful mafia families around—and their daughter was notoriously spoiled. Their request was simple: fake her kidnapping. “She needs to learn that the mafia life isn’t all luxury,” her father told Ni-ki. “Make it convincing.” So Ni-ki waited until Y/N left the mansion, pulled her into the getaway car, and drove her to an abandoned warehouse. When Y/N finally looked around, she raised an eyebrow. “…Seriously?” Ni-ki crossed his arms. “You’re kidnapped.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “Then why are you using my family’s car?” Ni-ki froze. “How did you know?” Y/N pointed toward the dashboard. “That’s Dad’s emergency vehicle. The license plate is registered to the family.” Ni-ki stared. “…Right.” She sighed. “And you’re wearing the same shoes you wore when you were guarding the east entrance yesterday.” His eyes widened. “You memorized my shoes?” “I memorize everything.” Ni-ki suddenly realized this wasn’t going to be easy. He tried making her carry boxes. She organized them by weight and found the most efficient arrangement. He made her clean the warehouse. She somehow discovered three security weaknesses while doing it. He gave her a fake map and told her to figure out how to escape. Ten minutes later, she returned. “Your escape route has four blind spots.” Ni-ki stared at her. “You were supposed to struggle!” “I did.” “HOW?” “I struggled to understand why your plan was so bad.”

(6-7) 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓮'𝓼 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 Jungwon had handled countless jobs before. Kidnapping for ransom was usually simple: find the target, take them somewhere secure, wait for payment, and leave. Y/N was supposed to be no different. Except her family was infamous—powerful, dangerous, and absolutely terrifying to anyone who crossed them. Jungwon had been hired to take their daughter and had planned everything perfectly. Or so he thought. When Y/N finally woke up in the back of his car, she blinked sleepily. “Where are we?” “Don’t move,” Jungwon warned. Y/N stared at him for a moment. Then she smiled. “…You’re adorable.” Jungwon froze. “What?” She leaned forward and gently pinched his cheek. “Your cheeks are so squishy.” “Stop that.” Y/N giggled and pinched the other one. “I’m literally being kidnapped and somehow you’re the cutest thing here.” Jungwon sighed and focused on driving. “You’re supposed to be scared.” “Why?” “Because I’m a professional.” “A professional what?” “Assassin.” Y/N paused. “Oh.” Jungwon waited for the panic. Instead, she reached forward again. Pinch. “Hey!” “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” By the time they reached the warehouse, Jungwon was already regretting this assignment. He led her inside and pointed toward a chair. “Sit.” Y/N sat down, looked around, then looked back at him. “Do you always look this grumpy?” “I’m not grumpy.” “You totally are.” She stood up and walked over before he could react. Pinch. Jungwon grabbed his cheek protectively. “Quit pinching me!” Y/N laughed. “You’re too cute when you’re mad.” “I’m holding you for ransom!” “Yeah, yeah.”

(5-7) 𝓖𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓲 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓼. (𝓑𝓻𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓼😭) Sunghoon had expected screaming. Maybe someone begging to be let go. Instead, the second Y/N opened her eyes in the back seat, she frowned at the window and went— “Who the hell are you? And what’s up with your slow driving?” Sunghoon nearly swerved. “What?” “You heard me.” The rest of the drive was somehow worse. Every five minutes she found something new to complain about. “Your car smells weird.” “Your playlist sucks.” “And these ropes? Cheap as hell.” By the time they arrived at the warehouse, Sunghoon was already questioning every life choice that had led him here. Y/N stepped out and looked around. She snorted. “Ain’t no way this is your hideout. You think I’m worth being held in this piece of garbage?” Sunghoon crossed his arms. “You’re not scared?” Y/N stared at him. Then she laughed so hard she had to lean against a wall. “Oh, you’re serious.” Sunghoon’s eye twitched. “You do realize I kidnapped you?” “Yeah, and?” “And I’m dangerous.” “Boy, please.” A knife suddenly clattered onto the floor. Then another. Then a small folding blade. Then what looked suspiciously like brass knuckles. Sunghoon stared. “…Why do you have all that?” Y/N looked offended. “The better question is why don’t you?” “THAT IS NOT A NORMAL QUESTION.” She shrugged. “Neither is putting somebody in a van, genius.” More weapons somehow appeared from her hoodie. Sunghoon didn’t even know where she was pulling them from anymore. “How many weapons do you have?!” “I dunno.” “You don’t know?!” “I stopped counting after thirty.” “THIRTY?!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh my gosh, you’re loud.”

(4-7) 𝓙𝓪𝔂'𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓫. The plan had been simple. He was supposed take the rival mafia boss’s daughter. Deliver her to the warehouse. Get paid. At least, that’s what Jay thought. The moment he shoved Y/n into the back seat of the car, she didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She simply stared at him with an amused smile. “You’re awfully confident for someone who was just kidnapped,” Jay muttered. “I’m just surprised they sent you,” she replied. Jay frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means I expected someone smarter.” His eye twitched. The entire drive was filled with her casually pointing out flaws in his plan. The route he took. The cameras he forgot to avoid. The fingerprints he left on a door. By the time they reached the hideout, Jay was already regretting everything. “You’re annoying,” he groaned. “And you’re predictable.” That was it. With a sigh, Jay pulled out a small sedative syringe. “Okay. New plan. You take a nap.” For the first time, Y/n looked interested. “You’re going to sedate me?” “Yes.” “With the cap still on?” Jay froze. His gaze slowly dropped to the syringe. The cap was, in fact, still on. Y/n burst out laughing. Flustered, Jay quickly removed it. “That wasn’t the point—” “Sure it wasn’t.” As he stepped forward, Y/n suddenly pointed behind him. “Wait. Is that your boss?” Jay instinctively turned. There was nobody there. The second he realized he’d been tricked, it was already too late. He spun back around, his foot catching on a loose crate. “Whoa—” His arm slammed into the wall. The syringe slipped from his hand and jabbed straight into his own forearm. Silence. Jay stared at it. Y/n stared at it. “…Did you just sedate yourself?” she asked. “I hate you.”

(3-7) Fav duo Kidnapping Y/n was supposed to be easy. Rich family. Easy money. At least, that’s what Sunoo thought before actually seeing you. Because the moment he pulled you into the black car— You looked around with big eyes and whispered, “Wait… this is more exciting than my last kidnappings.” Sunoo blinked. “…What?” It wasn’t normal. Neither was the fact your bag was filled with candy, cute keychains. Sunoo had expected fear. Instead, he got someone who looked like sunshine in human form. And somehow… He found himself being gentler with you because of it. “Careful,” he muttered quietly when you almost tripped getting out of the car. ⸻ The warehouse was colder than the car. Dark walls. Concrete floors. You frowned. “This place has terrible vibes.” Sunoo’s lip twiched. But before he could respond— A figure appeared..Sunghoon. “You took long enough,” Sunghoon scoffed before his eyes landed on you. “That’s the target?” Sunoo’s expression sharpened slightly. “Don’t touch her.” The warning came too late. ⸻ Sunghoon grabbed your arm roughly. You stumbled. “Hey—” Then— Crack. The side of your head hit the sharp metal edge of a table. Your grip slips on your bag, collapsing to your knees. And then Sunoo saw it. Blood. A line of red trails down from your temple. Just a little. But it was enough. ⸻ His stomach twists violently. The room tilted. Breathing became harder. He hated blood. Always had. Even small cuts made him nauseous. But needed money. And seeing your blood— Something about it made it worse. “What the hell did you do?!” Sunoo snapped, voice shaking as he rushed toward you. Sunghoon frowns. “Relax, it’s barely—” “Shut up.” The words came out sharp. Sunoo drops beside you carefully, he tried not to look directly at the blood, still checking if you were okay. “…You’re pale,” you mumbled. Sunoo stared at you in disbelief. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” ⸻ And honestly? He might. (Decided to add hoonie)

(2/7) Heeseung💔 Everyone thought Y/n had the perfect life. Elite family. Massive estate. Perfect grades. Perfect reputation. The kind of daughter people envied from a distance. But perfection was just another word for control. ⸻ Heeseung was hired to kidnap you. Simple job. Take the daughter. Deliver her. Get paid. ⸻ The kidnapping itself went smoothly. Too smoothly. You didn’t scream when he pulled you into the car. Didn’t fight when he drove away from the mansion. Instead, you just stared out the window quietly before mumbling— “…Do we have to go back?” Heeseung glanced at you briefly. “What?” “My family,” you said softly. “After this.” ⸻ That wasn’t the reaction he expected. “You should be trying to escape,” he said cautiously. You laughed weakly. “Why would I want to go back there?” ⸻ Silence filled the car. Then slowly, little pieces started falling into place. The way you flinched whenever your phone rang. The fading bruise barely hidden beneath your sleeve. The fact you looked more nervous talking about your family than being kidnapped by a stranger. ⸻ You stared out the window quietly before asking— “…Do kidnappers usually play music this depressing?” Heeseung glanced at you. “You should be more concerned about the fact you were kidnapped.” “I am concerned,” you replied. “Your playlist is awful."

(1/7) 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽👅 Kidnapping the Mafia Queen’s daughter was supposed to be simple. Quick in. Quick out. No emotions. No complications. That’s how Jake always worked. And technically? The mission went perfectly. ⸻ One second, Y/n. Mafia Queens daughter. Was leaving a luxury party surrounded by security. The next— She was thrown into the backseat of a black SUV with a hand over her mouth and a gun pointed straight at her. Jake expected screaming. Panic. Maybe even threats. Instead— Y/n blinked at him slowly before lowering her gaze to the gun. “…Oh.” A pause. Then— “Wait, this is actually giving mafia movie vibes. Hold on.” Jake frowned. “What?” Y/n casually pulled out her phone. “Can you point the gun at me again? The lighting was lowkey insane. Perfect view. " ⸻ Silence filled the car. Jake stared at you like you’d lost your mind. “You were just kidnapped.” “I know,” you said brightly. “But like… aesthetically? This is exciting.” ⸻ That was the first red flag. The second came ten minutes later. “You’re kinda fine for a kidnapper.” Jake nearly slammed the brakes. “Can you stop talking?” “Can you stop looking like a Wattpad cover?” “…What does that even mean?” “You look emotionally unavailable.” ⸻ Jake had dealt with dangerous people before. Assassins. Mafia bosses. Traitors. But this? This was psychological warfare. ⸻ By the time the SUV reached the hideout, Jake already had a headache. And Y/n? You stepped out of the car, looked around the secret warehouse, and exmamining her nails. "Okay. I expected way more. But when are you gonna tie me up? You're kinda lame for a hot kidnapper." Jake closed his eyes briefly. This was going to be the longest mission of his life.

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓧"𝓞𝓫𝓷𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼." At Haneul University, everyone knew two names for completely different reasons. Y/n. And Sunghoon. ⸻ “Did Y/n seriously help the freshman carry all those boxes?” “She brought snacks to the study hall again.” “I swear she knows everyone on campus.” Your name followed laughter, bright greetings,You were the kind of person who made mornings feel easier. Always smiling, always talking, always finding something good even on stressful days. Professors liked you, and strangers somehow ended up telling you their life story after five minutes. You didn’t just enter spaces. You filled them with light. ⸻ “…Did Sunghoon answer when you asked him?” “No. He just looked at me.” “I heard he rejected three group requests in one day.” Sunghoon's reputation moved in quieter ways. Top grades. Perfect attendance. Untouchable focus. Sharp intelligence wrapped in colder silence. He spoke when necessary, answered only what was asked. People admired him from a distance because getting too close felt impossible. Some said he was cold. Others said he simply didn’t care. Either way— No one really knew him. You thought he was interesting. Mostly because everyone else avoided him. ⸻ “Dorm assignments are posted!” Students crowded the bulletin board, voices overlapping with excitement and dread. You squeezed through, apologizing cheerfully as you passed. Your eyes scanned the list. Then stopped. Room 317. Y/n. And directly beneath it— Sunghoon. ⸻ “Oh!” You brightened instantly. “This will be fun.” Across the hall, Sunghoon found the same pairing. His expression didn’t change. If anything, it became even flatter. “No." ⸻ The hallway buzzed with moving boxes and slamming doors by the time you reached Room 317. You unlocked it and stepped inside. Two beds. Two desks. One large window spilling sunlight across the floor. You immediately chose the bed closest to the window. The door opened again.

(𝓓𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼) At the top of the social chain stood Sunghoon—unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. He was the type people talked about even when he wasn’t in the room. Charming when he wanted to be. Cold when he didn’t care. Sunghoon didn’t chase anything. Everything came to him. Except effort. ⸻ That’s where you came in. Y/n. The name teachers praised and students took advantage of. Top of every class. Highest scores in the entire school. The kind of intelligence people admired—but never respected. Because being the smartest didn’t make you powerful. It made you useful. “Hey, can you just do this part for me?” “Please, I’ll fail if you don’t do this for me.” “It’s just one assignment.” It was never just one. Stacks of papers. Endless requests. And no room to say no. Because saying no had consequences, or that’s what you’re used too. ⸻ Home wasn’t any better. The moment you stepped through the door, the air changed. Heavy. Unpredictable. The clink of bottles. Raised voices. Silence that felt louder than shouting. So you stayed quiet. At school. At home. Everywhere. Invisible—except when someone needed something from you. But things don’t stay the same forever. Because the next week— Everything changed. ⸻ “Attention, everyone,” the teacher announced. “We’ll be going on a one-week school trip. Partners have already been assigned.” Excited chatter filled the room. Your stomach dropped. Group work meant pressure. Partner work meant no escape. You unfolded the paper placed on your desk. And froze. Sunghoon. ⸻ Across the room, he saw it too. And for the first time— He looked interested. Not bored. Not amused. Interested. The trip was supposed to be a break. A chance to relax. To breathe. But as the bus engines started and seats filled, one thing became clear— Being stuck with Sunghoon for an entire week? That wasn’t a vacation. It was a problem

At Haneul University, reputation traveled faster than gossip. But two names traveled more differently than yours…and Sunoo. “Did you see Sunoo today? He brought cupcakes for everyone.” “Of course he did. He’s literally the sweetest person here.” “He remembered my name—and we’ve only talked once!” Sunoo wasn’t just liked. He was loved. Always smiling. Always surrounded by people like sunlight pulling them in. “…Is she coming?” “I hope not.” “I heard she made someone cry over a group project.” Your name carried a different kind of weight. Intelligent. Top of every class. Sharp answers. Sharper silence. You didn’t let people get close enough to misunderstand you. Cold. That’s what they called you. It was easier than asking why. Because silence didn’t disappoint. People did. “Dorm assignments are out!” The announcement spread like wildfire across campus. Excited chatter filled the halls—friends hoping to room together, everyone rushing toward the posted list. You walked up slower. Not interested. Just...prepared. Your eyes scanned the paper once. Then stopped Room 317. Y/n. And right beneath it— Sunoo. “…You’ve got to be kidding.” Across the crowd, Sunoo found it at the same time. Instead of dread— His face lit up. “Wait—really?” he said, almost to himself, eyes bright. “That’s exciting" The dorm hallway was quieter than the rest of campus. Doors opened and shut. Laughter echoed faintly from down the hall. You reached Room 317 first. The door clicked open. Clean. Simple. Two beds. One window. Neutral. You set your things down on the bed closest to the wall, already planning your routine. Clear lines. No distractions. The door burst open. “Hi!” You didn’t need to turn around. Sunoo stepped in like he belonged there, eyes immediately scanning the room— Like everything was something to be appreciated. “Oh! You picked that bed already,” he said, cheerful as ever. “Then I’ll take this one!” No hesitation. No awkwardness.

(𝓦𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓝𝓲-𝓴𝓲 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 👅) At the top of the social chain stood Ni-ki—untouchable, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. He was the type people talked about even when he wasn’t in the room. Charming when he wanted to be. Cold when he didn’t care. Ni-ki didn’t chase anything. Everything came to him. Except effort. ⸻ That’s where you came in. Y/n. The name teachers praised and students took advantage of. Top of every class. Highest scores in the entire school. The kind of intelligence people admired—but never respected. Because being the smartest didn’t make you powerful. It made you useful. “Hey, can you just do this part for me?” “Please, I’ll fail if you don’t do this for me.” “It’s just one assignment.” It was never just one. Stacks of papers. Endless requests. And no room to say no. Because saying no had consequences, or that’s what you’re used too. ⸻ Home wasn’t any better. The moment you stepped through the door, the air changed. Heavy. Unpredictable. The clink of bottles. Raised voices. Silence that felt louder than shouting. So you stayed quiet. At school. At home. Everywhere. Invisible—except when someone needed something from you. But things don’t stay the same forever. Because the next week— Everything changed. ⸻ “Attention, everyone,” the teacher announced. “We’ll be going on a one-week school trip. Partners have already been assigned.” Excited chatter filled the room. Your stomach dropped. Group work meant pressure. Partner work meant no escape. You unfolded the paper placed on your desk. And froze. Ni-ki. ⸻ Across the room, he saw it too. And for the first time— He looked interested. Not bored. Not amused. Interested. The trip was supposed to be a break. A chance to relax. To breathe. But as the bus engines started and seats filled, one thing became clear— Being stuck with Ni-ki for an entire week? That wasn’t a vacation. It was a problem.

(Kinda based on there album THE SIN: VANISH) Sirens wailed in the distance as the city burned with chaos—not fire, but fear. Screens flashed warnings of the eight vampires. The group rushed through narrow alleyways, shadows moving unnaturally as they moved—too fast, too inhuman. Helicopters hovered above, beams of light slicing through the darkness like blades. "They’re tracking us,” Heeseung muttered, glancing back. “They’re getting smarter.” “They always were,” Jay snapped. “We just stayed hidden too long.” Your heart pounded—not from exhaustion, but from instinct. Something felt… wrong. Jake slowed beside you, his eyes scanning the street ahead. “Stay close.” You nodded. But that’s when it happened. ⸻ A car screeched to a halt nearby. "Get in!” a voice called out urgently. “We’re here to help—safe route out of the city!” For a split second… hope flickered. Too quick. Too easy. You stepped forward— “Wait—” Sunghoon reached out, but he was a second too late. The door swung open. Hands shot out. Cold. Fast. Prepared. They grabbed your wrist and yanked you forward. “Y/n!” Sunoo’s voice cracked as the group lunged— But the trap had already snapped shut. The car doors slammed. Engines roared. And just like that… you were gone. Inside the vehicle, everything felt suffocating. The windows were tinted. The air smelled wrong. Your strength—Fading Drugged. Tied. & Tricked.

𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓧 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 The city never slept—but it watched. Shadows according in alleyways,Jake never left a trail of the blood that he's paid for. Jake adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he stepped out into the cold night air. His mission was simple—at least on paper. Infiltrate. Locate. Eliminate. Y/n. The heir to one of the most powerful mafia empires the city had ever seen. No one had ever gotten close enough to even see Y/n, let alone survive an encounter. But Jake wasn’t “no one.” He was trained, precise, and never failed. Until this night. His Uber rolled up beside him to take him into a "Normal" destination. headlights cutting through the mist. The driver didn’t speak—just gave a subtle nod. Jake hesitated for a split second… then slid into the backseat. Big mistake. The doors locked with a sharp click. Before Jake could react, a sharp sting hit his neck. His vision blurred, the city lights smearing into streaks of gold and red. The last thing he saw was the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror—cold, calculating… expecting this. Darkness swallowed him whole. ⸻ When Jake woke up, the world was quieter. Too quiet. His hands were bound, his surroundings unfamiliar—dim lighting, polished floors, and the faint scent of something expensive lingering in the air. This wasn’t some random hideout. It was power.

𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓧 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓣𝓦: 𝓓𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 At school, Nishimura Riki was known for one thing—picking on people who wouldn’t fight back. Quiet students, shy ones, anyone who kept their head down became an easy target for him. To him, it was just entertainment, a way to break the boredom of everyday school life. So when the new semester started and Y/N transferred in, she caught his attention immediately. She was everything he usually targeted—silent, reserved, and always keeping to herself. But there was something different about her. The way she carried herself was calm and composed, her posture straight, her expression unreadable. She didn’t react like the others did. Even when people whispered or laughed, she stayed quiet, almost distant. And yet, despite that, she was kind. She let classmates copy her notes without complaint, helped others with assignments, and consistently ranked at the top of the class without ever showing off. People even began to rely on her. N-ki noticed all of it. And for reasons he didn’t bother questioning, he made her his next target. Day after day, he pushed her, even spilling liquids on Y/n, waiting for her to break like everyone else did. But Y/N never reacted the way he expected. She didn’t argue, didn’t cry in front of him, didn’t give him the satisfaction he was used to. She just endured it. As the months passed, something began to shift. The quiet strength she once had started to feel different—heavier, more fragile, like it was slowly cracking. There were small changes others might not notice, but Ni-ki did.He just didn’t understand what they meant. Until one evening, as the sun began to set and the school emptied out, he saw her walking alone toward a place no student ever had a reason to go—a quiet cliff at the edge of town. For the first time, a strange unease settled in his chest. Because something told him this wasn’t just another ordinary last day.