Two Negatives Make a Positive.✅️ KTH

6. If not for Tae...

"Baby girl... I'm here for you."

The drunken slur of Jeongwoo's voice sent a violent shiver down Sri's spine. She turned sharply, only to be hit by the pungent stench of alcohol wafting from his breath. He was close—too close.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. "Y-You're drunk?" Her voice quivered, a mixture of fear and disbelief laced in her words.

Jeongwoo chuckled darkly. "So what?" He staggered forward, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with sinister intent. "I still have enough sense... to taste you."

With clumsy fingers, he began unbuttoning his shirt, a sick grin pulling at his lips. "Come on, baby—"

SLAP!

The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.

"GO AWAY!" Sri's voice cracked with fury. "OR ELSE, I WILL CALL TAEHYUNG! HE WILL KICK YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" Her chest heaved violently, her breathing erratic. Every nerve in her body screamed danger, but she stood her ground.

Jeongwoo stumbled back, his face snapping to the side from the impact. He lifted a trembling hand to his stinging cheek, his expression flickering between disbelief and amusement.

Then he smirked. "You're feisty," he mused, rubbing the sore spot. "I like that."

Sri clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms. She had underestimated how deranged this man truly was.

"C'mon, baby, don't be shy."

"Shut your filthy mouth!" she spat. "Get out of my room!"

Jeongwoo stepped closer. Sri could sense his vile presence, the way his breath hitched with twisted excitement.

Panic clawed at her throat. She could hear her own heartbeat, a frantic drumbeat of fear. Then, she felt him lean in.

The sick bastard was going to kiss her.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Sri shoved him with all her might. Jeongwoo stumbled backward, caught off guard. But the moment of triumph was short-lived. Before she could make a run for it, she felt her body being slammed onto the hard floor.

A sharp jolt of pain shot up her spine as Jeongwoo pinned her down, his weight crushing her fragile frame.

"Let me GO!" she shrieked, thrashing beneath him. Her nails scratched at his arms, her knees jerked up to push him off, but he was too strong. She felt like she was suffocating. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as she struggled against his grip.

Then, a small opening—she kicked him in the stomach with all the force she had left. Jeongwoo cursed, stumbling back just enough for her to wriggle free.

Sri scrambled to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her as she sprinted for the door.

Behind her, she heard the furious snarl of a predator. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" 

Tears blurred her vision as she bolted down the staircase. She had never known fear like this.

Where is Taehyung?

Her mind raced.

John? The maids? Someone... ANYONE!

Her bare feet slapped against the cold floor as she reached the living room, only to freeze in terror. Jeongwoo was right behind her. She turned to escape, but it was too late.

She was trapped.

A dark, twisted grin stretched across Jeongwoo's face as he advanced toward her. His pupils were blown wide, his breath heavy with lust and liquor.