+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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Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, and Victoria sprinted through the warehouse's labyrinthine corridors, their boots pounding against the concrete floor. Chenle and Jisung's panicked shouts grew louder as they neared the eastern side of the building.
"Over here!" Chenle's voice cracked, laced with terror. "She's here!"
They rounded the corner, their breaths catching when they saw the scene. Andrea lay slumped against a crate, her usually vibrant complexion replaced by a ghastly pallor. Blood soaked her clothes, pooling beneath her from the wounds on her shoulder and waist. Her chest rose and fell faintly, each breath shallow and labored.
Victoria froze, her heart plummeting as the sight rendered her speechless. But then her voice returned, sharp and shaking. "Andrea, I swear if you die, I'm gonna kill you!" The words came out instinctively, her desperate attempt to mask her overwhelming fear with humor.
"Jeno, help her," Mark urged, his own panic barely concealed.
Jeno wasted no time. He knelt beside Andrea, scooping her into his arms with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her usually strong frame now limp and unresponsive.
As Jeno stood, intent on getting her to the van and back to the mansion's medical bay, Jaemin appeared at the far end of the corridor. He skidded to a halt, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the scene before him.
"Andrea?" His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief and fear. He rushed toward them, his movements frantic. "I'll take her. Let me—"
"No," Jeno interrupted, his voice cold and steady as he turned to face Jaemin. "You've done enough already."
Jaemin froze, his blood running cold at the accusation. "What... what did I do?"
Jeno didn't respond. He adjusted his grip on Andrea, glaring at Jaemin with a mix of anger and disappointment before walking past him without another word. Victoria followed suit, her expression hard and unforgiving as she shot Jaemin a sharp glare. He opened his mouth to say something, but the look on her face stopped him in his tracks.
The corridor fell silent as the rest of the group turned to follow Jeno, their focus solely on getting Andrea to safety. Jaemin was left standing alone, his heart sinking as he tried to piece together what had just happened.
The training room was dimly lit, the sound of Andrea's punches hitting the bag echoing through the space. Ethan stood a few feet away, offering occasional feedback as she worked through her frustrations.
Meanwhile, in one of the lounges, Victoria sat with Jeno, her voice quiet but firm as she leaned forward. "She's not okay, Jen."
Jeno frowned, his arms crossed. "What do you mean?"
"Andrea," Victoria clarified, her tone laced with concern. "She's been... off. Ever since Daiyu started flirting with Jaemin."
Jeno's jaw tightened. "Jaemin hasn't done anything, has he?"
