Everything went in a blur. They bound my hands, and I was seated inside the car with two bulky guys beside me, their presence a constant reminder of my captivity. Seokjin was in the front passenger seat, his eyes glaring daggers at me. Meeting the gaze of a mafia king meant challenging him, but I wasn't about to back down.
He chuckled a cold sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're not thinking of joking, right?"
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