A quick reminder:
All the scenes that I wrote in this story are solely based in my imagination. Don't take it seriously.
Warning:
-contains mature themes, violence, strong language, sexual content, and other elements that's not suitable for younger audiences.
Good luck with your imagination.
Third Person's Point of View
The images of Jung Woo-young and Choi San flashed accross the TV screen. Body on the now crimson floor, bathing on their own blood, throat sliced open, dirty, brutal, like those cheesy horror movie they had just watched moments before.
The news anchor's gloomy-dulled voice filled the room, announcing the sudden and unexpected deaths of the two Ateez members under YG Entertainment label.
Yizhuo gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "This can't be real..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
The pink-haired woman beside her wrapped her arms around the brunette, offering a silent comfort.
Hwang stood frozen, both hands on her mouth, still on shock, her eyes glued to the screen as if she couldn't quite comprehend the photos and words being spoken.
Yu, who had been relatively quiet throughout the movie, suddenly stood up and grabbed the remote, turning off the television.
The abrupt silence that followed was almost deafening, weighing the news they had seen.
"We shouldn't be watching this," Karina's voice cutting through the stunned silence. "It's disrespectful."
Minjeong nodded in agreement. As much as a part of her wanted to understand what had happened, she couldn't bear to watch the media dissect and sensationalize their tragedy. It felt like a violation, a further intrusion upon the victim's lives.
"What do you think happened?" Minjeong asked, turning to Yeji, her voice laced with concern. "Do you know anything?"
Yeji shook her head, her cat-eyes were now glistening with unshed tears. "I- I don't know..." she trails, her voice barely audible. "I j-just talked to them a few days ago. Th-They were fine...laughing, arranging schedules with PD-nim - God...we have an upcoming surprise collaboration and- this suddenly happened?-"
She paused, drawing in a shaky breath, as if trying to compose herself. "I need to go, I- I need to be with the others."
"O-Of course," Minjeong said, standing up and moving towards Yeji hugging her friend.
"Unnie, do you want me to go with you?" Ning asked.
"No," the woman answered. "Our building's probably in chaos right now."
The brunette nodded in understanding, "Okay," she said. "But please, be careful. And call us if you need anything, anything at all."
Yeji nodded, offering a weak smile in return. "I will," she said.
She then turned to Karina, her expression softening slightly. There was a shared understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of the pressure and burden of their lives as idols. "I...appreciate your concern..." she said, her voice sincere.
Karina nodded, offering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Take care, Hwang," she said. "And... don't hesitate to reach out - to your friends." The latter glanced on Minjeong and Ning.
Yeji turned and walked towards the door, her shoulders slumped with the weight of her grief.
As the door clicked shut behind latter, Aeri turned to face the others, worry laced on her voice.
"Something's definitely not right."
~
Yu Karina
Tell me...tell me this isn't what I thought it is..
I slumped myself on my couch.
After Hwang left, I excused myself because I feel like everything's shaking my whole being right now.
Inhaling and exhaling, like the oxygen's wasn't enough to calm my system down.
Woo-young sunbaenim and San sunbaenim...they are Yeonjun's close friends and-
My fist curled as I shut my eyes close, wanting to shoo away those disgusting scenes swirling in my mind.
It's a good thing that Aeri left a while ago, she told that something came up and that she wanted to know the whole real story behind the death of the two artist.
What she didn't know is that, I think there's a connection between Yeonjun's death, me, and that fucking video.
And if I'm not mistaken - to this theory, I already know who that freaky killer would target next.
~
Third Person's Point of View
The Night After Woo-young and San's Death
A video was playing on the TV screen.
Two female, three male.
In a room.
An unfamiliar, and quite small one.
Enough for just three persons, max.
They were sitting around a tiny table, that's often use to eat little portions of dishes, but right now, as adults who crave for exploration, to forget their burdens in life - they were using it to get themselves drunk.
"Ya~ Karina unnie~ please drink this last bottle~please,please,please~"
The girl accross the artist was giving the latter a shot of a hard liquor.
Karina on the other hand was already swaying, her mind's spinning and she felt that her body's getting numb.
The guys, they were watching, observing, grinning, as if the sight they were seeing are the most exciting thing they ever laid their eyes on.
On Karina's side, Yeonjun's sitting, smirking, hands rubbing on Karina's bare shoulders, and looking at her like a lion,waiting to catch its prey.
He leans on her, his lips purposely touching her cheek, "Karina-ya... it's your turn, go and drink it."
The glass of liquor that was sitting in front Karina was suspiciously darker than the normal.
Unaware, the artist took it, her lips on the glass, downing to the bottom.
All of them - except Karina exchanged a knowing look.
Then, suddenly, Karina tried to stand.
But because of the shots that she took - a lot of it, she swayed, her body landing on Yeonjun's, who eagerly hold her, his palms on her small waist, too high - too intimate.
After that, the artist passed out.
Completely.
"WHORE! YOU FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKER! DO YOU THINK EVERYBODY LIKES YOUR FUCKING FACE HUH?!"
The sweetness and tenderness of the girl's voice to Karina a while ago, vanished entirely. She was now grabbing the artist's hair, pulling, pushing it, over and over until she let go, satisfied on what she did.
"Come on, don't hurt her - not like that."
Woo-young stand in front of the artist who was now leaning her back on Yeonjun's body, as the latter was holding her in place. Woo-young scoffed then a hard slap, one, two, three, four...five...was heard, echoing the small room.
Karina groans...but stayed unconscious.
"Fuck that face, you ugly motherf*cker! You seduced the director to fucking ruin our group that's why they throw us on YG Entertainment!" He shouted to her face while still continuously slapping her.
San grab Woo-young's arm, stopping him for doing further damage.
"Stop, that's enough Woo, she still need that face to seduce more old wealthy producers. What a shitty, dirty woman you are Karina Yu."
He almost spit on her, but Yeonjun gave him a sharp look.
"Guys I think you should go now, time to claim my prize, thank you all for this gift, I appreciate it with ALL OF MY HEART~"
The video fast-forwards.
The room's lights were off.
Karina's unconscious body's lying on the bed. Hands above her head, and legs spread, neatly tied.
The video paused.
An applause was heard.
The hooded person kneeled in front of the girl, between her spread legs, who was now - like on the video, on the bed, tied up. Same position as Karina.
Eyes blindfolded, mouth covered.
Naked.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Like she was begging for the hooded person to let her go.
"How pathetic...look at you..." the hooded figure sneered, voice dripping with cold amusement.
The girl whimpers in agony.
"Ah...yes, you can't speak. Too bad." The figure stood, jumping on the floor. Playing the video once again.
"Like a broken record," the hooded figure muttered, eyes never leaving the flickering screen. " What does it feel when someone's forcing to have sex with you? To use your body as a plaything?" they said, monotone and dull.
The girl whimpered softly, hot, fresh tears streaming down her face.
"You thought you could run," the figure said, voice low and venomous. "But here you are, trapped in your own nightmare. You think I can't find you by hiding - here?" A wicked chuckle escaped the person's mouth.
A cruel smile curled at the corners of the figure's lips. "And the exciting part? Everyone will see this - you, on that bed. Everyone will know."
The girl's muffled sobs grew louder, but the figure only circled, savoring the moment.
"Pathetic, dirty...and I think...I know a place where I can dump your nasty character and cold, lifeless body." they hissed.
The figure grabs the glass on the table and pours a liquor on it, followed by ten small pills. Stir it a little then walk towards the bed, removing the piece of cloth on the girl's mouth.
"P-Please... just let me go. I w-won't say a word." the girl plead, voice trembling in fear.
"Shh... it's no use now...your turn...please drink this."
The girl drunk the whole liquid.
Not resisting anymore.
Because she knows, that the person who's doing all these things to her, is a monster, an unstoppable murderer, who mercilessly killed her friends.
The hooded person watched her as she slowly lose her consciousness.
And she's not an exception, cause right from the start, she knows that it was all bound to happen.
"I didn't know this opioids can literally kill a person instantly."