《MORE | stray kids OT8》0.27
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'Betrayed trust'
'This is what you're all about. Oh, You're such a backstabber (stabber, Stab her) you're such a backstabber."
excessive halls of the huge building, I was unsurprisingly shaken up from the previous encounter. Is it bad that I feel quite sympathetic towards him?...
My walking slowly became slower and slower due to my growing hunger and being tired. My eyes began to flutter open and close as I leant on a nearby wall to catch my breath, resting the back of my head into the wall, deciding to close my eyes for a few seconds to try and resolve my fatigue.
"Tired?" A deep, sarcastic voice rang throughout the long corridor, forcing me to flinch in surprise. I craned my head to my right to reveal the black haired Australian, Felix. I remained silent as I forced myself to stand awkwardly after pushing myself off the wall. The familiar feeling of anxiety beginning to quickly build up in my stomach as Felix approached me, his grown out black hair softly falling over his eyes with each step.
I turned my head to face away from him, before feeling a threateningly tight grip on my wrist. Shaking profusely, I craned my neck, forcing my scared eyes to meet his.
"You need to come with me"
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stressed thoughts ran through my head as Felix gently led me down the long, winding corridors. Finally, we reached a door.
My jaw almost dropped to the floor when the door opened to reveal an extravagant dining room. The long, wooden table surrounded by tucked-in, cushioned chairs. Various plates, wine glasses, spoons, Knives and forks were all aligned neatly on the table. It looked like something straight out of a fantasy kingdom. Getting lost in the moment, I forgot where I was for a second as a blanket of comfort washed over me.
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I snapped out of my bewilderment when I heard the deep chuckle of the man beside me, still tightly clutching my wrist. "Impressive, isn't it?" His voice echoed throughout the room. I answered with a mere hum of agreement, unable to find the energy to speak with him.
He sighed before leading me to one of the many seats among the table. Relaxing my body into the cushioned seat, I turned my head slightly to the right as I heard some commotion behind me. I almost jumped in surprise as a plate with [favourite food] was placed in front of me. I looked up at Felix in confusion, the familiar feeling of being intimidated returned as his threatening eyes stared down at me.
"Well? Go on. Eat."
Wasting no time, I picked up the utensils and greedily began to eat. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until now, considering I hadn't eaten in days. Savouring the taste in my mouth, I didn't notice several other men enter the large room.
After I had finally finished the delicious food, I looked up at Felix. Only to find that he was surrounded by several others, I recognised every single one of them. Except one of them, I had definitely seen him before but I couldn't pin point where.
My heart suddenly dropped when I realised who it was. Seungmin.
My eyes filled with tears as my vision became blurry. "Seungmin? W-what... I don't understand..." he replied with a deep chuckle, clearly mocking my sadness.
"Oh come on now [name], it was so obvious who I was. Because let's face it, the only ones who would ever voluntarily sit down and speak with you, is us. No one else likes you." Fast flowing tears began streaming down my face, hitting the empty plate below.
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I think that what makes it worse, is that he was right. The truth is, sieun wasn't even really my friend, we were more mutuals than best friends. And Soobin was just my co-worker, we weren't even mutual friends.
Jeongin noticed my clear distress as I felt his warm arms snake around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder in a comforting manner. My vision was a complete blur as darkness began to surround the corners of my eyes, indicating that I was exhausted.
I felt someone's rough hands wipe away my tears, their cold rings swiping my tear stained cheeks. Chan's sincere and concerned face brought a sense of comfort to me as he rested his hand of my left cheek.
Gently caressing the skin with his thumb.
Finally my body succumbed to sleep and I fully relaxed my body. The last thing I saw was a chilling, evil glint in the Australian mans eyes as I drifted off.
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Word count - 950
HEYYYYY GUESS WHOS BACK BITCHES 💃 who missed me? 🌝🌝 I hope you all had an AMAZING Christmas (if you celebrate it) and new year! Can you believe I've actually made stray kids kinda nice in the chapter 🫢🫢. Sorry about how short this chapter is tho and sorry if there is any typos I was rushing whilst writing this and it's rlly late at night cause that when I get the most motivation oddly enough lmao,🧍♀️maybe I should become nocturnal 🤔🫢.
Fun fact I was actually considering discontinuing this book 😰 but I didn't 💪💪 I felt too guilty to do that and also I really want to finish this book so I stayed strong for you stunning bitches 🫶, anyways I hope you guys are all doing okay. I'm really gonna try to update more lmao cause I take AGES to update, and I have no update schedule to I just kinda update when I get my one-month-motivation fill🤩, stay safe :)
-Polly <3
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