Me Before You

No...

"Lee Kihyun," he wheezed out. 

"That wasn't hard, was it?" Yoora asked, a saccharine smile on her face. Kihyun flinched as the tip of the dagger grazed the smooth plane of his cheek. 

"What were you doing on that tree?" she questioned. 

"I- I was told to spy on you," he whimpered as Yoora increased the pressure of the dagger in his skin. 

"Who told you to? I know for a fact that Jisoo would never have someone who knows nothing about concealing themselves spy on me of all people," Yoora cocked her head.

"It wasn't Jisoo," Kihyun confirmed, letting out a wheeze. 

"Who was it?" Yoora asked, her lips thinning into a line. 

"I..." Kihyun hesitated. Yoora cocked an eyebrow at his defiance.

"Well, if you don't want to say, I'll get it out of you myself," Yoora said, mischief dancing in her eyes, a sadistic grin on her face. Kihyun gulped.

She threw Kihyun over her shoulder and walked through the labyrinthine alleyways, whistling as she went. Kihyun had given up on him escaping alive by then, letting himself be taken without a fight.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a warehouse. However, the warehouse was no ordinary one. It was a part of the network of Oasis' kill houses. Oasis had a series of kill houses across Korea and anyone with the Oasis tattoo, of any rank, would be let in.

Yoora's POV

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the warehouse. This would be my first time in years that I was going to be recognised as a member of the Oasis, actually no. I'm the leader of Oasis now.

A pang of bitterness went through me. Just then, I heard the sad excuse of a human dangling on my shoulder whimper, bringing me back to reality. With my head held high, I walked to the 3 men stationed at the entrance.

One of them came forward, asking for my name.

"Park Yoora," I let out loud and clear. The men cocked their eyebrows.

"You? You think you're the leader of Oasis?" the tallest said.

I rolled my eyes, wondering why I thought it would be a good idea to come here in the first place, instead of going to my usual hangout.

An aggravated sigh escaped my lips. 

"Call Geumjae, now," I grounded out with the little patience I had left. The men furrowed their eyebrows but obeyed nonetheless.

"Hello? What is it Minho?" Geumjae answered, his voice echoing out of the small device.

"Sir, there is a woman here, claiming that she is Yoora, the leader of Oasis," Minho answered.

"I am the leader of Oasis, you dense motherfucker," Yoora barked at Minho. Hearing her voice, Geumjae instantly recognized who it was.

"Minho, it is Yoora. Let her into the kill house," Geumjae demanded. With a "Yes sir," he ended the call and let Yoora in.

"Ms Park, I sincerely apologise for doubting you. Please forgive me, " Minho said, bowing to her.

Yoora raised an eyebrow at that, doubting his sincerity, she nodded at him nonetheless and walked past him with an unconscious Kihyun on her shoulder.

The kill house was exactly how Yoora imagined it to be. With plain vinyl floors and every weapon that existed, this was Yoora's dream and soon going to be Kihyun's nightmare.