On the quiet outskirts of town, far from the lights and noise of the city, Mingyu led Beomgyu to a secluded house—one he claimed to own. Vernon and Junhui flanked them silently. As they pulled up, Gyu's stomach twisted. There was something off about the place. No signs of neighbors. No passing cars. Just a dead, eerie silence, as if the world had stopped existing beyond this house.
When Mingyu unlocked the door, a wave of darkness greeted them. Gyu froze in the entryway. He usually didn't mind the dark, but this felt... wrong. It wasn't just shadows—it was the weight of something malevolent. A breath held too long.
The lights finally flickered on, and Mingyu ushered him toward a bedroom. Beomgyu didn't resist. He couldn't—not yet. This had to work.
Now trapped inside with the three jocks, fear crept beneath his skin. He backed away until his legs hit the bed frame. He kept his expression neutral, but inside, his heart was racing. Mingyu's eyes gleamed with twisted delight.
"I've waited so long for this," he murmured, stepping closer.
Outside, Taehyun and Chanyeol had taken their positions. Hidden. Ready.
Taehyun, crouched on the rooftop, peeked into the room through a half-closed window. He raised his phone and started recording—capturing exactly what they needed: clear evidence of Mingyu's assault attempt. The plan was to bait the jocks, expose them, and bring them down for good.
Chanyeol waited below, tense and silent, ready to storm in at the signal.
Inside, Beomgyu was now pinned to the bed.
Junhui and Vernon held him down while Mingyu climbed on top of him, his breath hot with anticipation. Gyu's limbs strained against their grip. He wasn't sure how long he could fake it. Every second was agony.
Mingyu's hands were already on him—pulling at his pants, groping his thighs. Gyu clenched his jaw, swallowing down the nausea. Mingyu pressed his face against Gyu's inner thigh, inhaling like a man possessed.
"This is better than I dreamed," he whispered.
Then his hands slid under Gyu's shirt, fingers roaming greedily.
Just as Mingyu hooked his thumbs into Gyu's underwear—his eyes lifted—and locked with Taehyun's camera lens in the window.
His face twisted into fury.
"You little SHIT!" Mingyu roared.
He lunged forward, grabbing Gyu's throat in one hand. The pressure on Gyu's windpipe surged as Mingyu snarled, his breath ragged with rage.
"We had a deal, remember? YOU came here willingly!"
Outside, Taehyun cursed under his breath and signaled Chanyeol with a flash of light.
The house exploded with sound.
Glass shattered downstairs.
The bedroom door burst open.
Chanyeol charged in like a storm.
Junhui and Vernon turned, caught off guard. But it was too late.
Chanyeol grabbed Vernon and slammed him into the dresser.
Taehyun burst through the window and tackled Junhui. The room became chaos—fists flying, bones crunching, groans echoing off the walls.
Beomgyu took the opportunity. With a desperate grunt, he yanked Mingyu's hair, throwing him off balance. The jock tumbled off the bed.
Beomgyu scrambled to his feet.
"It's over, Mingyu," he panted. "Just surrender."
Mingyu, panting, bloodied, laughed bitterly. "You really think you've won?"
Taehyun, bruised but standing, spoke from across the room. "The police are on their way. It's done."
Vernon and Junhui were slumped on the floor, moaning. Their faces were a mess of blood and bruises.
But Mingyu wasn't ready to lose.
With a snarl, he snatched a lamp and hurled it at Beomgyu. It shattered against the wall—buying him time.
He reached behind a picture frame and pulled out a hidden gun.
Beomgyu froze.
Chanyeol swore.
"You think this is over?" Mingyu growled, leveling the gun. "If I can't have you, I'll destroy you."
Without warning, he pulled the trigger—aiming at Taehyun.
The bullet hit.
Taehyun collapsed, screaming as blood soaked his shirt. He clutched his shoulder, gasping, eyes squeezed shut.
Gyu stumbled toward him but halted when Mingyu turned the gun on him.
"You won't get away with this," Beomgyu trembled.
But Mingyu only grinned.
He squeezed the trigger again—
—but Chanyeol tackled Beomgyu out of the way just in time. The shot missed.
Chanyeol lunged at Mingyu. The two clashed violently, struggling for the weapon. But Vernon, barely standing, pulled out a blade and stabbed Chanyeol in the leg.
Chanyeol cried out and dropped to one knee.
Mingyu bashed him in the head with the gun. Chanyeol fell.
Beomgyu didn't hesitate.
He kicked Vernon in the face—then in the stomach, forcing the jock to collapse.
Now face-to-face with Mingyu, the two grappled on the floor, punching, kicking, clawing.
"You BASTARD!" Mingyu shouted, struggling for control of the gun. "Just DIE!"
They wrestled violently—Gyu desperate, Mingyu unhinged. Beomgyu noticed the outline of Mingyu's phone sticking out of his pocket.
With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Gyu slammed his forehead into Mingyu's nose. The jock reeled back, blood pouring down his face.
Gyu snatched the phone, shoved him off, and rolled away.
But Mingyu wasn't finished.
Still on the ground, he reached for the gun again—hand trembling but steady enough to aim.
Before he could shoot, Taehyun—wounded but alive—charged him, tackling him again.
A sickening thud rang out as Mingyu struck Taehyun in the head.
"TAEHYUN!" Gyu screamed.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Junhui and Vernon panicked.
"The cops are here!" Junhui shouted. "We need to go!"
Mingyu staggered to his feet, furious and wild-eyed. The others tried to flee through the back, but Beomgyu cut him off at the stairs.
Mingyu tackled him.
They tumbled down together, crashing hard into the floor below.
Bruised, breathless, barely holding on—Beomgyu crawled to his feet.
Mingyu roared and threw a brutal punch. Gyu blocked with his arms, staggering.
"You're DEAD, you little SHIT!"
But it was too late.
Police stormed the house.
"DROP THE WEAPON!" an officer shouted.
Mingyu fired.
The officer dove aside, the bullet hitting the wall.
In the confusion, Mingyu bolted—vanishing through the shadows of the kitchen.
By the time the police secured the scene, the jocks were gone.
Blood stained the floor.
Taehyun was unconscious.
Chanyeol was barely breathing.
And Beomgyu—broken, trembling, but alive—stood among the wreckage of the night, holding the phone that could change everything.
The nightmare was over—for now.
But the trauma, the fear, and the rage would stay with them forever.