+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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Andrea stirred as the soft light filtering through the curtains crept across her face, a pale sliver of morning cutting through the lingering shadows of the room. Her body felt impossibly heavy, weighed down by the aches left behind from the previous night. Every movement brought a dull ache to her muscles, the stiffness in her joints making her wince as she shifted beneath the blankets. Opening her eyes slowly, she let them adjust to the dim glow around her.
Her gaze landed on Victoria first, seated on the edge of her bed, her posture rigid and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The tension radiating from her was palpable, drawing Andrea's attention even as her tired mind struggled to process it. Then Andrea's gaze shifted to Johnny, who was slouched in the chair near the window, his elbows resting on his knees. His expression was hard, his jaw set and his eyes flicking briefly to Andrea before looking away.
The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Neither of them had brought up the events of the previous night, yet Andrea could feel the questions hanging between them, heavy and unavoidable. Their watchful glances bore into her, sharp and unyielding, like they were waiting for her to explain something she wasn't ready to acknowledge.
She pushed herself upright slowly, her hands pressing into the mattress for support. Her muscles protested every movement, a sharp reminder of the toll the mission had taken on her. She winced softly but tried to brush it off as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "What time is it?" she mumbled, her voice rough and scratchy as the remnants of sleep clung to her.
Johnny glanced up at her, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest. "You're up late," he remarked, his voice carrying a subtle edge of disapproval. There was no humor in his tone—just the faintest trace of frustration.
Victoria shifted slightly, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her lips pressed into a thin line, as though she were holding back words that were threatening to spill out. Andrea could see the tension in the curve of her shoulders, the way her fingers tapped faintly against her arm in a quiet rhythm.
Andrea let out a small, tired sigh as she rubbed her face, her movements slow and uncoordinated. "I'm fine," she said flatly, the words coming out automatically. She didn't mean them, not really, but it was easier to deflect than to invite the inevitable questions.
Victoria frowned, her gaze finally lifting to meet Andrea's. There was a flicker of disbelief in her eyes, but she didn't push—at least, not yet. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, her tone laced with concern she didn't bother to hide.
Andrea avoided her gaze, her hands resting limply on her knees as she let the question hang unanswered. She didn't want to talk about it, not with Victoria's piercing stare and Johnny's lingering tension crowding the room. She could feel them watching her, waiting for something she wasn't ready to give.
Johnny straightened in his chair, his expression hardening slightly. "You don't look fine," he said bluntly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.
