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Taehyung entered his room quietly, the soft click of the door barely echoing in the dim light. His sharp eyes immediately landed on YN, lying in his bed, her body curled under the covers. Her breathing was steady, but he could tell she was faking sleep.
A smirk curled on his lips as he moved silently closer, his footsteps deliberate yet quiet. He stood by the bed, watching her with dark amusement. His gaze roamed over her form, noticing the slight tension in her body, the way her fingers clutched the blanket a little too tightly. She was waiting, pretending.
Minutes passed, and Taehyung didn't make a sound. YN, thinking she had fooled him, dared to peek, cracking one eye open ever so slightly. But the moment she did, she was met with his intense gaze, his smirk growing wider, darker.
"Gotcha," he whispered.
YN's breath hitched in her throat as Taehyung sat down beside her, his presence looming. She quickly sat up, putting as much distance between them as possible, but it was no use. His aura consumed the space around them. He reached out, patting her head like she was some obedient pet.
"Dove," he cooed, his voice low and chilling, "did you behave today? Were you a good girl?"
YN's lips pressed into a tight line. She didn't answer. She couldn't. The intensity of his stare, the weight of his question hung in the air. Taehyung's expression darkened, his patience running thin.
"I asked you something," he said, his tone now laced with annoyance. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tell me. Did you behave today?"
Barely above a whisper, YN responded, "Yes."
The creepy smile returned to Taehyung's face. He released her chin and patted her head again, slower this time, mockingly gentle.
"Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Then I think you deserve a gift, don't you? Mmm... how about something special?"
Before YN could react, his hand gripped her wrist with a painful firmness. In one swift motion, he pulled her out of the bed. She stumbled, her heart racing as she tried to resist, but his strength overpowered her. Without a word, Taehyung dragged her across the room, his grip tightening with each step.
The coldness in his touch, the smile on his face-she knew something terrible awaited her. He pushed open the door to another room, a dark, foreboding space she hadn't seen before.
Taehyung's smirk deepened as he shoved her inside, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.
"Let's see how surprised you are, dove."
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Taehyung shoved YN through the door, and she stbled forward into the pitch-black room. Her hands flailed, reaching out to feel for anything, but the space around her was void of light and warmth. The door behind her clicked shut, sealing her inside. She stood still, her breath trembling as she called out softly.
"T-Taehyung?" she stammered, her voice shaking. "Where... where are you?"
She took a few hesitant steps forward, her bare feet suddenly stepping into something wet. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and her breath caught in her throat. The liquid was sticky, thick, and it clung to her skin. Panic set in as her mind raced.
Then, in the far corner of the room, a dim light flickered on-a -single, haunting glow. YN squinted, her vision adjusting to the faint illumination. What she saw made her blood freeze.
There is a body. Headless. And beside it... the severed head of the young female worker, her lifeless eyes wide open, staring at nothing. Blood pooled around the body, the source of the liquid under YN's feet.
A  scream tore from YN's throat as she backed away, her heart pounding in her chest. She spun around, desperate to escape, only to slam into Taehyung's chest. His arms encircled her instantly, holding her in place as she struggled to breathe.
He smirked down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "How was my gift, dove?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.
YN's legs gave out as she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "P-please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to be here, please..."
Taehyung's smirk deepened, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face. 
he whispered, his tone soft yet laced with malice.



"Why so hurry to leave ? 
"The real fun is just about to begin."