FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 118

Ni-ki's hands tightened around the wheel as his sharp eyes locked onto the lone figure walking down the dimly lit street.

Taehyun.

His posture was tense, his hands shoved into his pockets as if shielding himself from the cold. But Ni-ki knew better. The guy was nervous. Agitated. He wasn't just out for a casual stroll—he was trying to escape something.

Or someone.

The car screeched to a stop beside him.

Before Taehyun could react, the door flew open. Jungwon and Sunoo moved fast. A brutal efficiency.

Jungwon grabbed Taehyun by the collar, slamming him against the car. "You thought you could run?" His voice was dangerously calm, but the look in his eyes promised violence.

"Jungwon?" Taehyun's voice was hoarse, his eyes darting between the three youngest. "What—"

His words were cut off when Sunoo yanked his arms behind his back and shoved him forward.

"I really hoped you wouldn't make us go through the trouble of finding you," Sunoo mused, his usual playfulness stripped away, replaced by something darker.

Taehyun struggled, but Ni-ki was already stepping out of the driver's seat.

"Get him in the car," he ordered, voice devoid of emotion.

Jungwon and Sunoo didn't hesitate. They shoved Taehyun into the backseat, slamming the door shut before he could even think about fighting back.

Taehyun's protests were useless.

They weren't going to let him go.

—

Jay's fists were still stained with blood when the three maknaes entered the mansion.

The air was thick with tension.

And then they threw Taehyun at his feet.

He landed hard, a choked grunt escaping his lips as he lifted his head to meet Jay's eyes.

Jay loomed over him, looking every bit like a fallen king ready to reclaim his throne in blood. His jaw was clenched so tight, it looked like he was holding back the urge to crush Taehyun under his heel.

"Well," Jay said, voice calm but lethal. "Look who finally decided to join us."

Taehyun coughed, glaring up at him. "Jay—"

The words barely left his mouth before Jay's hand shot out, gripping his throat and slamming him back against the marble floor.

The impact echoed through the room.

Jungwon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki stood in silence, watching as their hyung exacted his rage.

Jay's fingers tightened, his knuckles white with pressure.

"Where. Is. She?"

His voice was ice-cold, but his eyes burned with hellfire.

....*....

The sharp, insistent ringing of Heeseung's phone cut through the heavy air, pulling him away from the intoxicating warmth of her body. His breath was ragged, his mind hazy, lost in the trance she had wrapped him in. For a moment, he didn't even move, only staring down at her, his blurry gaze and his fingers still tracing slow patterns against her skin.

Then, the ringing persisted.

With a deep growl of frustration, Heeseung grabbed his phone from the nightstand, barely glancing at the caller ID before answering.