+Na Jaemin sports / thriller AU+
WARNING// violence, abduction, cursing, cheating, murder, mentions of blood, weapons, blades
please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.
it's kinda istj mv core i fear
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The garden was quiet, the soft chirp of crickets filling the night air as Andrea stepped outside, phone in hand. She let out a long sigh as she sank onto one of the stone benches, the glow of her phone lighting up her face. She hadn't checked her messages in days—weeks, maybe—and the number of unread notifications was enough to make her wince.
As her thumb hovered over her inbox, one name immediately jumped out: Jamal Jeong ❌🍑. Dozens of messages, some panicked, some annoyed, all written in his signature half-concerned, half-sarcastic tone.
Jamal Jeong ❌🍑
Andrea. Where are you??
You better not be dead
Wait
Are u in jail
Send a dot if ur in jail
You're ignoring me.
Wow.
Rude.
ANDREA SERIOUSLY WHAT IS GOIUNG ON
Answer your phone before I send a search party.
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Andrea groaned, running a hand down her face. "Why do brothers have to be so dramatic?" she muttered to herself before typing back a quick reply.
Jamal Jeong ❌🍑
im fine relax jae
The response was almost instant. Her phone started ringing, Jaehyun's name flashing across the screen. Andrea hesitated for a moment before answering, bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught.
"Finally!" Jaehyun's voice blared through the speaker. "Do you know how many scenarios I've imagined? Are you in trouble? Did you join a cult? What is happening, Andrea?!"
Andrea laughed nervously, glancing around the garden as if expecting someone to save her. "I'm fine, Jaehyun. I promise. It's just... a long story."
"Then start explaining," Jaehyun demanded. "Because you disappeared without warning, and your messages are the equivalent of, 'I'm alive, don't ask questions.' Not comforting."
Andrea sighed, leaning back against the bench. "Okay, so... you're not going to believe this, but I got in this, like, crew gang thingy. We do missions, training, the whole thing."
Jaehyun was silent for a moment. Then, "...You got in what now?"
"A crew gang thingy," Andrea repeated, cringing at how ridiculous it sounded. "It's hard to explain, but it's for real."
"'For real,'" Jaehyun echoed, his tone dripping with skepticism. "You've joined some secret team doing God knows what, and you expect me to just be like, 'Oh cool, makes sense'? Dre, blink twice if you're being held captive."
