Jin's POV:

I woke up, tangled in a bundle of thick, red bedsheets. There was a familiar man lying next to me, both of us were naked.

My shirt was on, but the rest of my clothes were gone and my body felt sore.

"What happened to me? Was everything just a dream?" I questioned myself, getting up.

Byungwoo suddenly pulled me back down, giving me a severe pain in my lower back, where the rest of my injuries were.

"Don't leave yet, baby. Stay a little bit more." The man had me wrapped around his arms,
but I untangled myself from his grip.

"Daddy... What happened earlier?" I finally spoke after a while.

"Did I thrust that hard? You seriously don't remember anything, Gemini?" His answer made me realize that everything had been a dream after all.

The fight.

The car race I had with Namjoon.

... Even our heated makeout session and his rejection towards me.

"Of course I remember, darling. How could I forget? You were amazing as always." I lied, recalling the sexual activities the man and I did together in this room.

"I have to go now. My wife has been calling me and I don't want her to start suspecting of
my disappearance." He kissed me sloppily while dressing himself.

"I'll call you."

"Drive home safely." I waved, wearing a silky robe with nothing but my white shirt and tie underneath.

When Byungwoo was leaving, Mister Jang came in the room, staring at me.

"Take this off." He demanded, signalling me to remove my robe.

When I did, he looked at me from head to toe.

"You didn't take your shirt off, did you?" I denied his question by shaking my head, left to right.

A wave of relief washed over the man with knowing this.

"Good. No one should know about your back... It could-"

"Harm your club?" I finished him off.

"Exactly. See? You already know! You're so smart, my little slut." He caressed my face with a huge grin.

I felt like spitting into his hand, but I didn't, of course.

He left the room, leaving me to change.

I quickly snatched my phone up from the bed, checking the time.

It was 12:00 AM. I left the house about three hours ago.

"Crap... Five missed calls from Hyunseok. He sent these two hours ago. It's almost 4:00 AM, and I have to go to work in less than an hour. There is no way that I can go home like this, let alone to work."

I undressed myself completely and headed to the showers nearby.

Now that the sensual side of me had faded away, along with the amount of alcohol I had consumed, it was as if everything was over at the end of a party, and all that remained was a line of confetti, lying on the floor.

I rushed to the showers and rinsed myself off. The cologne scented body wash helped eliminate the strong odor of cum that lingered inside of me.

"Ah... Hyunseok must be pissed." I laugh, feeling evil on the inside for stealing Hyunseok's car, momentarily.

The liquid body wash was so smooth and cold, I began to rub it all around me, recklessly,
keeping in mind that I had to finish in less than five minutes to make it out of the club on time to get back home.

"Ah... Ahh..." Within the rush, I forgot about the scratches on my back. When I rubbed the body wash around my back, I took the sizzling pain as a reminder that my back was still hurting from the wounds.

I also remembered the dream I had in which Namjoon and I were about to have sex...

Until he saw my body.

"Morphed. Disfigured. I- I don't know. Call it what you will... But it's horrendous!"

"Morphed, disfigured and horrendous. That's how I would have appeared to Namjoon if he would have seen me naked." I thought.

...

I shook the thoughts out of my head, turning the shower off. I reached for my bathrobe and headed out immediately.

When I headed back to the room I was in before, my phone was ringing again.

It was Hyunseok, calling for what would appear to be, the ninth time.

This time, I answered his call.

"Hello?" Everything was silent until he opened his mouth.

"KIM FUCKING SEOKJIN, WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! Didn't I tell you to stay
home?" My eardrums were ringing.

"I'm at work. Hope you don't mind me using your car." I answered with little worry.

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'll be home in a few minutes. Bye, bye!" I hung up, grabbing a hold of my clothes which were scattered on the floor. All except for my white shirt, which was spread out on the bed, without a single wrinkle.

I cursed at my long limbs as I tangled myself in my own pants, attempting to put them on as fast as I could. Once my pants and shoes were on, I inhaled sharply, flinging the white long sleeved shirt over my back.

My clothes were party disheveled, but not torn. They were still manageable enough for me to give them a quick fix before getting back into the car.

While driving, I was in such a hurry that I ran a red light, then I heard someone honk their horn behind me.

"Just like in my dream..." I hesitated to look to my side at first, hoping that the driver would leave, but I was wrong. The car that had honked before was right next to me.

When I turned my head over, I found a regular car with an unknown person inside of it.

I sighed, waving at them with a smile out of how happy I was, knowing that the person wasn't Namjoon.

The person just flipped me off and left. They must have been pissed off at me for running that red light.

Paying no mind to the stranger, I focused on getting back home as fast as I could... Then I suddenly changed my mind, speeding past my house, instead of picking up Hyunseok.

"Hyunseok, it's Jin. Use my car instead. We could switch later on when we get to Volts Edge, but just use mine for now."

I left my brother a voice message, then placed my phone down.

It was 5:11 AM at the moment, and I had to be at work two minutes ago.

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"I'm here, sir!! I'm sorry for being so late." I knocked on Namjoon's office, expecting an answer, but I never received one.

"He's not here, Secretary Kim!" A voice spoke from behind me.

It was Moobin.

"Well, where is he?" I asked, fixing my tie, which was still undone.

"He couldn't make it today... He was sick."

Something about Moobin made me doubt in trusting his words.

"Morning." We were both startled by Namjoon's presence. His voice deep and groggy.

I was shocked to see him. He Isn't the Kim Namjoon he usually is.

I knew then, that something was definitely wrong.