Unnatural Disaster || JJK ✔️

Chapter 42: Truth Untold [Edited]

Y/N

The worst way of waking up from a nightmare is probably waking up and realizing that it's not a nightmare.

The sharpest pain I've ever felt pricked my head as I woke up on a cold hard floor with no recollection of how I got there. My eyes felt heavier than usual and a feeling of nausea took over my senses when the rancid smell lurking around in the room caught up to me. The feeling of unease was hefty and I slowly opened my eyes, all while preparing myself for the horrors around that might prevail.

The darkness that fell against my open eyes wasn't very different from the one that was previously gracing my closed ones. And along with that murk came an agonizing silence, the one where your mere breathing can pose as a raging thunder storm.

Where the hell am I?

It wasn't long after I started ransacking my brain for answers that a metallic clutter could be heard against the unnerving silence and it felt like the click of a couple pairs of heavy boots on the wooden floor. Immediately my adrenalin kicked in and I shut my eyes closed to disguise my awareness. However, my act couldn't procure much success.

"Is Miss Brute playing drama nowadays?" an oddly familiar voice spoke with its hoarse weave. "We know you are awake so just quit the game Y/N..." he spoke again but this time, he sounded way more arrogant.

Stirring from my position I struggled to sit up as I had finally realized that my upper limbs had been confined to each other with strong, rough ropes that were digging into my skin. The glare I hence bestowed on them was raining daggers but it did little to no harm as my captor only returned it with a sinister grin.

"There's the fire I had been missing all this while" he remarked staring deeply into my eyes, not breaking the contact even for a trivial blink. There was corruption smeared all over his vile gaze but there were stronger intentions in mine, way stronger.

"What the fuck do you want Min Jun?" I barked at him making his gaze go all grave and irked. I knew he would crave revenge after what we did to him back at the warehouse but there was no way he could have built himself up this high without someone's assistance. And the one that was assisting him definitely had bigger plans than just a stupid reprisal.

"Oh....I want so much from you Y/N-ah, so much.....but for now, I'll just have my father deal with you. I can have my way with you later, after all....you ain't going anywhere"

His words disgusted me and there was nothing I wanted more that to just rip that filthy mouth of his right off. However, I had to bury that thought deep in me as the only action that would possibly help me right now was staying calm. So I stayed quiet and waited for this so called father to reveal himself.

A similar clutter rang through the hall and through the open doors appeared a new face, well, maybe not very new. My eyes widened to the greatest expanse as I laid them on the figure, a man possibly in his fifty-s, standing with his full glory. Clad in a white Ralph Lauren suit and grey pants, amidst the crowd stood my father's most beloved friend, his right hand man, Uncle Sang-Ook.

"Hello darling" with so much love he said and just like that, memories came crashing back.

"One day, when your appa retires and I take over the Kim Mafia, I'll make you my little assistant, just like I am to your father"