+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 mansion had a quiet hum to it these days. Andrea's absence had left a noticeable void, and everyone dealt with it in their own way. For Victoria, it meant keeping herself busy and leaning into the people around her. If she couldn't hear Andrea's voice or laugh, she'd find comfort in the team they'd both grown to love.
The sun streamed through the mansion windows, casting a warm glow over the living room where Mark was strumming his guitar. He seemed lost in his own world, humming softly as his fingers moved effortlessly over the strings. Victoria walked in, her curiosity piqued as she plopped onto the couch beside him.
"Whatcha playing, Bieber boy?" she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Mark stopped mid-strum, giving her an amused side-eye. "Bieber boy? Really? That's what we're going with?"
Victoria shrugged innocently. "I call it like I see it."
Mark chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, if I'm Bieber boy, what does that make you? Flo Vivi?"
Victoria grinned. "Obviously. I'm the CEO of Flo Milli appreciation."
Mark leaned back, placing the guitar on the couch beside him. "So, what are we listening to? Should I serenade you with some Bieber classics?"
Victoria rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her amusement. "Please don't. But if you must, 'Confident' is the only acceptable option."
Mark's eyes lit up. "Oh, now you're giving me requests? Don't tempt me—I'll make it a whole performance."
Before she could retort, he grabbed the guitar again and launched into an impromptu rendition of "Confident." His voice wasn't Bieber-level, but it was surprisingly good, and Victoria couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, stop," she said between giggles, holding up a hand. "I'm gonna die of secondhand embarrassment."
Mark smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Admit it—you're impressed."
Victoria shook her head, trying to keep a straight face. "You're lucky you can sing, or that would've been tragic."
Mark set the guitar aside, his expression softening. "You know, you're not as intimidating as you pretend to be."
Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, you've got the whole tough, no-nonsense vibe going on," Mark explained, his tone light. "But deep down, you're actually really... kind. You're always looking out for everyone."
Victoria blinked, caught off guard by his sincerity. "Uh... thanks, I guess."
Mark smiled, his gaze holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. "You're welcome. And for the record, I think 'Bieber boy' suits me."
Victoria rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed slightly. "You're impossible."
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Later, Victoria joined Renjun in the art room. The walls were lined with canvases of all sizes, and the faint scent of paint filled the air. Renjun was hunched over a canvas, his brush moving with precise strokes.
