INSEPARABLE

Chapter 36

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[WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

THIRD PERSON'S POV

First Day of the Academic Year, 9:25 am

Kris Wu's voice was harsh as he pinned the male student against the wall.

"Is she a transfer student? That blonde girl. What's her name? Tell me," he demanded, his eyes fixed on the trembling student.

The student stuttered out a response, "J-Jeon S-Somi, a-a music s-student."

The other students on the main floor of the building stared at them, some looking on in shock, while others were too frightened to even glance in their direction.

Kris Wu was a name that was known by every student in different departments. He had established his reputation as one of the most feared individuals on campus, a typical brat who believed that if he wanted something, he would get it. He had no qualms about using his power to abuse and mistreat other students, often beating them or forcing them to service him.

What was most concerning was that no one ever complained or reported his behavior to the university. It seemed as though Kris was untouchable, above the law. The university administration didn't even seem to be aware of his actions, or if they were, they chose to turn a blind eye.

Kris had transferred to YGIU from SM TOWN UNIVERSITY, where he had a similar reputation. His family was known to have wide connections and a high reputation, and it seemed as though he was using that to his advantage.

Kris smirked and let go of the student, who quickly ran away from him.

"Jeon Somi," Kris mumbled, his voice and eyes full of lust. He couldn't help but feel drawn to the blonde girl, intrigued by her beauty.

Somi walked to the library, lost in her own world of music. She had her music notes and headset on, and she was too engrossed in listening to her own recorded song to notice Kris's gaze on her. Her mind was focused on the YG Basketball Team's anthem that she was planning to submit. She was determined to make it the best one yet, pouring all of her heart and soul into the song.

As she walked, Somi felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building up inside of her. She knew that this was her chance to shine, to show the world what she was capable of. And she was determined to make the most of it. She had spent countless hours perfecting the song, tweaking every note until it was just right.

As Somi made her way through the crowded halls of the university, she was completely oblivious to the fact that Kris was following her every move. He was fixated on her, his eyes full of desire. He had never felt this way before, and he knew that he had to have her, to make her his own. The tension in the air was palpable, as Kris tried to keep his distance, not wanting to startle her.

With every step that Somi took, Kris felt his hunger for her grow stronger. He was captivated by her beauty, and he knew that he had to find a way to make her notice him. He had never seen her before, and he didn't know anything about her, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to make her his.

He watched as she walked towards the elevator, her long blonde hair swaying with each step. He knew that he had to be patient, waiting for the right moment to make his move.

As Somi rode the elevator, Kris quickly turned his back and pretended to talk to one of the students there, hoping Somi wouldn't catch a glimpse of him. He carefully turned his head and looked over his shoulder, watching as Somi gazed out at the students outside, her mind lost in thought. Kris couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched her, knowing that he had successfully avoided her.

He tapped the elevator next to the one that Somi was in, hoping to catch up to her. But it was too late, the doors had already closed, leaving him behind. With no other choice, he used the long staircase to catch up to her.

As Kris arrived at the floor where the library was located, he saw Somi just a few steps ahead of him. He slowed his pace, his eyes locked onto her as he watched her walk down the hallway. The floor was bustling with students, many of whom were leaving for lunch break, but Kris hardly noticed them. His attention was solely on Somi.

He studied Somi intently, meticulously absorbing every nuance from the grace of her legs to the elegance of her head. Yet, his gaze inevitably fixated her ass, and an unmistakable sense of desire enveloped him. Succumbing to the allure, he unconsciously bit his lip, and a smile, woven with a blend of amusement and attraction, subtly surfaced on his face.

As soon as Somi halted her steps, Kris swiftly concealed himself among other students, attempting to blend into the crowd seamlessly.

"Hi, Miss Ynna," Somi greeted the librarian warmly.

"Oh, hello Somi. You never fail to visit the library, huh? I'm just heading for my lunch. I'll be back," the librarian replied.

Somi offered a sweet smile, nodding her head in acknowledgment before gracefully making her way into the library.

As Somi wandered through the aisles of the library, a contemplative expression graced her face.

"What book should I borrow again? Can I just live here for days and devour all the books I want? It's a challenge to pick when I have a multitude of titles swirling in my head," she mumbled, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

Meanwhile, Kris entered the library like a phantom, his steps barely audible. Skillfully maneuvering behind bookshelves, he discreetly observed Somi's movements through the gaps in the stacks of books.

As his gaze fixated on Somi, a provocative thought crossed Kris's mind. Those lips... I want to savor those luscious lips, he mused with a smirk, a clandestine desire lingering in the air.

As Somi approached the center of the library, a sudden jolt of surprise seized her when an unseen force yanked her back. Startled, her vision was abruptly shrouded as a handkerchief covered her eyes. A strong grip guided her forcefully into a corner, where an assailant began an aggressive attempt to claim her neck.

Despite feeling vulnerable, Somi refused to succumb, her arms firmly held in the person's grasp. Determined, she vigorously shook her head, evading the person's advances and thwarting his relentless objective. The struggle unfolded within the confined space, a tense dance between resistance and aggression.

In the midst of the intense struggle, Somi's heightened senses led her to a chilling realization-the force and substantial hands unmistakably revealed her assailant to be a man. As he reluctantly released her left arm, a fleeting moment of relief was overshadowed by fear when he began fumbling with the zipper of her jeans.

Terrified, Somi's voice echoed through the library as she unleashed a desperate shout, her plea for help slicing through the air. The gravity of the situation intensified, the quiet sanctuary of the library transformed into a battleground of screams and resistance.

Kris, undeterred by the struggle, pressed on with his unsettling plan.

"Stop! Please stop! Help!" Somi's desperate cries echoed through the library, but they fell on deaf ears as the man persisted in his actions. The air thickened with fear and tension, the urgency in Somi's voice pleading for intervention.

With her heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through her veins, Somi mustered all her strength, using her legs to kick at the man with fierce determination. However, her efforts alone proved to be insufficient as the man persisted, skillfully opening her zipper.

A wave of fear surged through Somi, magnifying her resolve to fight back. She began to shake her body vigorously, desperately trying to free herself from his grip. In a swift motion, her left arm swung out, pushing the man forcefully away from her. Determined to protect herself, she worked relentlessly to create distance between them.

But the man's persistence was unyielding. With a sinister determination, he forcibly inserted his hand into Somi's jeans, causing her cries of pain and anguish to fill the air. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the anguish and violation she felt within.

Despite the overwhelming sense of helplessness washing over Somi, she refused to surrender. Summoning every ounce of strength within her, she continued to fight back with unwavering resilience. But unfortunately, her efforts were overshadowed by yet another sinister victory for the man.

With alarming speed and a haunting sense of malevolence, the man capitalized on his advantage, swiftly latching onto Somi's neck and subjecting her to an excruciating mix of physical discomfort and revulsion. As he hungrily clung to her, leaving a trail of unease in his wake, Somi's sense of violation intensified.

In a chilling display of deliberate precision, the man's hand slithered with unnerving slowness. It inched closer and closer, rubbing against the barrier of clothing that protected Somi's most intimate part. The sheer audacity of his actions sent shockwaves of horror coursing through her, shattering any remnants of security she had left.

No longer able to suppress her mounting anguish and desperation, Somi summoned again every ounce of strength she possessed. Fueled by a primal instinct to survive, she mustered all her courage and let out a piercing scream, desperately pleading for help and hoping that someone, anyone, would come to her rescue.

" H-HELP!!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!! HELPPP! H-HELP M-MEEEE!" She shouted in between her sobbing. While the man starts to feel pleasure, distress builds inside Somi.

" NO! PLEASE S-STOP!!! S-STOP IT!" Somi's voice trembled as she called out for help, tears streaming down her face.

The distress she felt grew stronger, contrasting with the man's growing pleasure. Despite Somi's desperate pleas, begging him to stop, the man showed no mercy. His actions continued, causing Somi to feel uncomfortable and trapped in the situation.

He began to grind, causing Somi to sense his hardened dick in her crotch. A satisfied smile widened on his face as he reveled in the pleasure he was experiencing.

Despite the adversity, Somi gathered her remaining strength and forcefully pushed the man away, causing his hand to release its grip on her jeans. A resounding cry for help followed the forceful push, and Somi urgently attempted to remove the handkerchief obscuring her vision. Fearing the consequences, the assailant swiftly fled the library, leaving behind an atmosphere tainted with fear, yet Somi's determination had successfully thwarted the immediate danger.

Frustration and anger welled up within Kris as he mentally cursed, realizing his plan had nearly succeeded but ultimately failed. In a final, irritated glance, he swiftly bolted out of the library, leaving the aftermath of his disturbing actions lingering in the air.

Nevertheless, fueled by a determination bordering on obsession, he vowed to retaliate against Somi and fulfill his desires.

THE DAY OF DANCE AUDITION, AFTERNOON.

Leaning against the cool metal of a car in the campus parking lot, Kris exhaled tendrils of smoke, the cigarette dangling with a certain weight from his lips. The black cap cast a shadow over his eyes, and the leather jacket clung to him like a cloak of mystery, exuding a dark aura that set him apart. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the parking lot, creating a subtle dance of light on the car's surface.

Impatience and a sinister intent flickered in Kris's eyes as he awaited the Dance audition to end. His gaze fixated on a particular car, not just with anticipation but with a predatory intensity. The air was thick with an unsettling tension and the faint scent of tobacco, creating an atmosphere charged with an uneasy undertone of malevolence that hinted at something darker.

Quick as lightning, Kris chucked his cigarette and slipped on a mask the moment he clocked Somi in the car's side mirror. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he slyly kept tabs on her from a distance. The sun played hide-and-seek through the leaves, casting playful shadows that added an extra layer of mystery to Kris's undercover antics.

With each measured step, Kris strategically shadows Somi, mirroring her movements seamlessly as they navigate the campus parking lot. The hushed cadence of their footsteps reverberates against the concrete backdrop, harmonizing with the distant hum of conversations. Kris maintains a discreet distance, his focus unwaveringly fixed on Somi's trajectory. Amidst the parked cars and the gentle rustle of tree branches, the unfolding scene resembles a silent dance, with Kris orchestrating his pursuit with meticulous finesse.

As the subtle awareness of someone trailing her crept in, Somi grab her phone and carefully check behind her through the screen. Noticing a man, she calmly quickened her pace until she got into her car.

Kris's eyebrows briefly knitted together, registering the abrupt shift in Somi's pace. However, his initial confusion swiftly transformed into a devilish smile, captivated by the graceful sway of Somi's hips as she accelerated. The subtle transformation on Kris's face mirrored the contrasting dynamics of the moment, where intrigue met an unsettling undertone.

As Somi's car roared to life, Kris rose from behind, his eyes revealing a crystal-clear smile concealed by his face mask. Sensing a lingering gaze, Somi nervously maneuvered her car, stealing glances through the rearview mirror to scrutinize the surroundings. In the reflective glass, Kris's silhouette was unmistakable, and catching her gaze, he nonchalantly waved, a gesture that added an eerie layer to the already tense atmosphere.

"Jeon Somi. How long must I endure this torment? How much patience must I summon before I feast upon every inch of your enticing form? I crave you, and the anticipation is becoming unbearable," Kris muttered, the intensity of his desire escalating with each passing moment.

Remaining in his elevated vantage point for what felt like an eternity, Kris painted vivid mental scenarios involving Somi, each one more provocative than the last. His mind eagerly anticipated the day when Somi would kneel before him, a vision of submission, catering to his every whim like a devoted servant to a king. In this vivid imagination, Kris envisioned a realm where his every desire was met, and Somi existed solely to fulfill his insatiable cravings.

11:11 pm

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Kris's obsessive pursuit of Somi escalated into an unsettling marathon. From the clandestine vantage point in his car, he monitored her house with an unrelenting gaze. The passage of time seemed inconsequential to him as he remained stationed, an ominous presence cloaked in the shadows.

As dusk descended, Kris's fixation pushed him beyond the boundaries of rationality. Under the cover of darkness, he crept closer, finding himself lurking just beyond the perimeter of Somi's residence. His unwavering determination manifested in peculiar actions; he crossed the threshold of her front door, an unwelcome intruder navigating the spaces she inhabited. His senses heightened as he inhaled deeply, fervently hoping to catch a lingering trace of Somi's fragrance, a disturbing ritual underscoring the depths of his infatuation.

Amidst the quietude of the night, Kris traversed the surroundings, performing a series of unsettling acts driven by an insatiable need to intertwine his existence with Somi's. His steps echoed in the stillness as he wandered, a phantom in pursuit of an elusive prey. The eerie dance continued, a macabre expression of obsession that transcended the boundaries of sanity.

Through the midnight hours, Kris lingered like a spectral presence, his fixation unwavering. He indulged in a myriad of unsettling behaviors, driven by an insidious desire to be near Somi. His actions, though cloaked in darkness, painted a vivid portrait of an individual consumed by an unhinged obsession.

The air grew thick with tension as Kris waited in the shadows, the minutes stretching into an eternity. His eyes, ablaze with a frenzied longing, scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of Somi's presence. The stillness of the night was shattered only by the echoes of his erratic breaths, a testament to the palpable anticipation that hung in the air.

Kris continued to linger in the vicinity of Somi's house, halting momentarily when he noticed a pathway leading to the backyard. Quietly venturing into the secluded space, he observed clothes hanging on the line. Succumbing to his peculiar compulsion, he discreetly smelled them, his actions veering into the realm of intrusion.

His attention heightened when he detected undergarments among the hanging clothes. A subtle spark of anticipation flickered in Kris's eyes, prompting him to approach swiftly. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, the unsettling satisfaction evident on his face. His hand lightly grazed the fabric as he continued his invasive exploration, all the while lost in disturbing thoughts of Somi.

In the silence of the night, Kris indulged in these unsettling actions, unaware that Somi and her mother remained oblivious to the bizarre occurrences transpiring in their own backyard. The moon cast an eerie glow on the scene as Kris, consumed by his twisted fascination, reveled in the shadows, his unsettling actions shrouded in secrecy.

Kris, driven by an insatiable compulsion, took it a step further, snatching what he believed to be Somi's undergarments. He lingered in the unsettling act, inhaling deeply before discreetly tucking them into his pocket. The satisfaction he derived from his disturbing ritual was abruptly interrupted when his phone buzzed with friend's call.

Caught off guard by the interruption, Kris reluctantly answered his phone, his irritation evident in a whispered shout.

"WHAT IS IT ?! You can't disturb me this late at night! What is it?!" Kris vented his frustration.

"Bro, where are you?! Your Dad is frantically searching for you, and I have zero information to offer because I don't even know where the heck you are right now! Please don't tell me you're still stalking that girl. I get it, Kris, you're into her, but it's too risky! Your Dad is dealing with some serious connection issues these days, and there are unknown people suspiciously keeping tabs on him and your family. You need to hold off on bringing more trouble until your Dad gets his situation sorted. You can pursue that Somi girl whenever you want, just be patient, Bro. Listen to Uncle first!" Chanyeol, Kris's childhood best friend, expressed his concern with a hint of frustration, imploring Kris to prioritize his family's safety over his personal obsessions.

"Just shut the fuck up, Bro! I know what I'm doing, and Dad knows I can do whatever I want without risking anything!" Kris angrily whispered in response and abruptly ended the call.

Left with a lingering frustration, he cast one last, disappointed glance over the backyard. The realization that he missed the chance to catch sight of Somi weighed on him, but his stubborn resolve persisted. Kris departed the area with a dissatisfied expression, his determination unshaken, despite the tension and warnings that echoed in the night air. The moon, witness to the unsettling events, continued to cast its eerie glow on Kris's retreating figure, leaving the backyard once again shrouded in stillness.

AT THE BELLAGIO HOTEL, Ballroom.

In the lavish expanse of YG's Grandest Ball, the air crackled with an intoxicating blend of opulence and anticipation. Kris, an audacious and self-assured presence amidst the glittering crowd, couldn't tear his pair of sinful eyes away from Somi, an undeniable beacon of beauty in the grandeur of the night. The radiance of the chandeliers mirrored the gleam in Kris's eyes as he fixated solely on her.

As the night unfolded, Kris's impatience became palpable. His feet, clad in polished shoes, betrayed his inner turmoil with a rhythmic tapping against the marble floor. Frustration, excitement, and an undeniable sense of urgency emanated from him, adding an intriguing layer to his outwardly composed demeanor.

The ballroom, adorned in luxurious decadence, provided a mesmerizing backdrop to Kris's clandestine desires. Somi, a vision of elegance, moved through the crowd like a muse in a painting, drawing Kris deeper into the spell she unknowingly cast. His gaze, unwavering, followed her every move with an intensity that matched the pulsating rhythm of the music.

Behind the veneer of the grand event, Kris's singular focus intensified. A storm of conflicting emotions brewed within him as he hatched a plan to fulfill his desires. The swirl of the ballroom's enchanting atmosphere seemed to heighten the tension, every passing moment bringing Kris closer to the unfolding drama he had orchestrated in his mind.

As the night wore on, Kris's plan solidified, fueled by a heady concoction of desire and determination. The grandeur of the occasion set the stage for his clandestine intentions. With each beat of the music, the tension in Kris's demeanor grew, a silent tempest beneath the surface of his bold and self-assured exterior.

"What the hell is that man doing?" Kris frustratingly muttered under his breath as Bambam fixed Somi's blonde hair, eliciting a sweet smile from her. Kris observed from a distance, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing within him. The audacity of Bambam's casual interaction with Somi heightened Kris's impatience and frustration.

Possessiveness took a firm grip on Kris's body and mind as he clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as he buried his gaze, unable to bear the sight of Bambam casually talking to Somi. The opulence of the grand ballroom seemed to fade into the background as a surge of intense emotions coursed through Kris.

The rhythmic tapping of his feet against the marble floor transformed into a tense stillness as Kris battled the conflicting forces within him. The vibrant energy of the event clashed with the rising tension, creating an invisible battlefield where Kris grappled with the possessive surge that threatened to consume him.

His resentment towards Bambam deepened as his initial plans failed to materialize. Seizing an opportunity in the gallery of fine art, he shadowed Somi, patiently biding his time until he spotted Bambam. As Somi exited the gallery, he approached her with calculated intent, skillfully manipulating the situation to make her believe that Bambam was secretly following her. The intricate web of deception he wove aimed at casting doubt upon Bambam's intentions, fueling his festering resentment.

"How did he manage to get close to her? Are they more than just friends? Does that guy have feelings for her? It can't be," Kris murmured, perplexed, as he took a sip from his glass of wine. Downing it in one gulp, he unintentionally locked eyes with his childhood best friend, Chanyeol, who shook his head in a subtle warning gesture.

The constant warnings only fueled Kris's irritation, his frustration mounting towards Chanyeol for persistently cautioning him.

"Fuck it," Kris muttered in exasperation, the tension between them practically touchable.

Chanyeol sighed deeply, redirecting his attention back to Sana. Kris had a reputation for being stubborn, unwilling to heed advice from anyone, not even his own dad, especially when it came to his intense pursuits of women. Recognizing Kris's unyielding nature, Chanyeol found himself with no other option but to support his best friend in whatever he wants to do.

Kris swiftly downed another glass of wine, the liquid fortifying his determination as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. Crafting a detailed message, he instructed his associates to be on standby, revealing the intricacies of his plan to secure Somi that very night. With meticulous planning, he aimed to minimize any potential disruptions, resolute in taking Somi from the hotel, regardless of her consent.

His destination will be his father's exclusive residence in Las Vegas, and Kris was willing to go to any lengths, even resorting to force, to achieve his desires. He was prepared to execute his plan, even if it meant causing harm to Somi in the process.

As the hosts enthusiastically announced the upcoming disco, Kris remained oblivious to their words, his attention singularly focused on Somi. Unperturbed by the festivities around him, he hardly registered whoever was speaking into the microphone. Throughout the evening, Kris's gaze never wavered from the table where Somi sat, captivated by her presence. The pulsating energy of the impending disco failed to divert his attention, as his unwavering focus remained tethered to the woman who held the key to his evening's intricate plan.

"I'll turn every failure I've faced in winning you into the catalyst for the monumental success I'll achieve when my plan unfolds, Somi," Kris whispered with a resolute intensity, the weight of his words echoing in the charged atmosphere. Amidst the rising excitement for the disco around him, Kris sat stoically, his commitment unwavering. His gaze remained fixed on Somi, undistracted by the impending festivities, as he mentally transformed setbacks into the foundation for what he envisioned as an inevitable triumph.

A smirk played on Kris's lips as Somi gracefully exited the ballroom in the wake of the disco announcement. Wasting no time, Kris promptly trailed her. His steps, measured yet purposeful, allowed him to smoothly navigate the grand ballroom's exit with only a few strides. The subtle anticipation in the air clung to him as he embarked on the next phase of his meticulously laid plan.

Moving towards the direction of the Conservatory Botanical Gardens where he had observed Somi heading, a malevolent smile stretched across Kris's lips.

Biting his lips in anticipation, he already felt the taste of victory tonight. He quickly texted his associates, instructing them to be ready at a moment's notice.

Upon entering the garden, his smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a loud groan that escaped his mouth as a sudden, heavy fist struck the nape of his neck, sending him collapsing to the floor. Before consciousness slipped away entirely, Kris strained to identify the silhouette of the person responsible. All he could discern in the fading light was the falcon tattoo on the right wrist of the individual who had apparently dealt the powerful blow.

(A/N: Don't be confuse if I used 'their' during narration. I purposely used it to hide the agents' gender)

In the eerie darkness, where not a single house can be seen for miles around, a sense of foreboding hangs heavy in the air. The silence of the night is broken by a disturbing sound that echoes through the desolate landscape, emanating from the vicinity of an underground bunker hidden deep beneath the surface.

Kris awoke to find himself in a dimly lit, empty room, the reality of his surroundings sinking in.

As consciousness fully returned, he swiftly crawled to a corner, tightly hugging his knees. The memories flooded back-his dreams interwoven with every moment from the first glimpse of Somi to the meticulously planned night at the ball when he aimed to make her his own. The echoes of his ambitious pursuit reverberated through his mind, now juxtaposed with the stark reality of the unfamiliar and unsettling surroundings.

Located in the depths of Daejeon, Kris was confined in a special establishment-a clandestine underground bunker that seemed to hold secrets darker than the shadows that enveloped him.

His entire body trembled as he couldn't cease the frantic movements of his head, desperately scanning every dimly lit corner of the room. The overwhelming sense of being lost swallowed him whole, and the once familiar features of the old Kris seemed to have vanished, replaced by a hauntingly haggard visage. The face that now bore a disheveled beard told a tale of weariness, each strand echoing countless sleepless nights. Evident eye bags, dark and heavy, painted a narrative of restless torment, etching the toll of his ordeal not just in the lines on his forehead but also in the stark weight loss that transformed him into a mere shadow of his former self.

As the color of his eyes turned a haunting shade of red, Kris's behavior underwent a drastic transformation. Traumatized and paranoid, he seemed light-years away from the composed demeanor of his former self, a stark departure from the Kris who once navigated any situation with composure.

Sweat dripped off his forehead, each droplet a testament to the visible fear that gripped Kris. His eyes, once filled with determination, now reflected an intensity of fear that was impossible to ignore. The unsettling atmosphere of the room seemed to close in on him, amplifying the terror that already resided within. Every shadow appeared to conceal an unknown threat, and the mere echoes of distant sounds heightened the eerie ambiance.

The air itself felt heavy with an indescribable tension, as if the walls were closing in on Kris. His breaths came in uneven gasps, each inhale laden with the oppressive weight of uncertainty. The darkness played tricks on his senses, distorting the boundaries between reality and imagination. Every creak and whisper in the desolate space contributed to the unsettling symphony that played in the background of Kris's newfound nightmare.

What was once perceived as detention hell paled in comparison to the harrowing reality Kris found himself in. The room's oppressive confines seemed to stretch into an abyss of despair. The mere thought of captivity now evoked a deeper sense of dread, transforming his initial notion of hellish detention into a naive understatement. The solitude and darkness weighed heavily on his psyche, eclipsing any previous understanding of confinement. It was a relentless descent into an abyss where the very essence of dread had taken root, far surpassing the comparatively benign concept of detention.

In stark contrast, a figure clad in an expensive black suit stepped into the secluded room within the underground bunker, unveiling a haven of high-tech weaponry and specialized equipment. The entrance, seamlessly concealed behind a panel, hinted at the covert nature of the arsenal held within. As the door slid open with a hushed precision, the air itself seemed to carry a subtle hum of concealed machinery, setting the tone for the technologically advanced space.

The room's walls were draped in a sleek matte-black finish, adorned with digital screens displaying a wealth of tactical information - from real-time satellite imagery to encrypted communication feeds. Soft ambient lighting gracefully accentuated the contours of an armory that wouldn't be out of place in a futuristic espionage thriller.

Dominating the room's center was a meticulously organized weapons rack, showcasing an array of cutting-edge firearms. From silenced pistols boasting ergonomic grips to modular assault rifles, each piece of weaponry emanated a perfect marriage of sleek design and lethal functionality.

Adjacent to the formidable weapons cache, a state-of-the-art gadget station beckoned with an air of sophistication. A dazzling assortment of surveillance devices, ranging from compact drones armed with advanced optics to sophisticated audio monitoring tools, lay arranged with military precision. The room itself seemed to pulse with the potential for covert reconnaissance and tactical intelligence gathering.

Strategically positioned workstations featured holographic displays and touch-sensitive interfaces, inviting special agents to fine-tune their gear or analyze mission-critical data. The room appeared almost sentient, adapting to the unique demands of each assignment as if anticipating the needs of the operatives.

The air within the armory carried the faint scent of lubricants and advanced materials, a sensory testament to the precision engineering that had gone into crafting the tools of the trade. Every detail in the room spoke of an unwavering commitment to excellence and readiness, seamlessly transforming the underground bunker into a technological fortress where the boundaries between science fiction and espionage reality blurred with a seamless elegance.

With a tall and imposing stature, the figure moved gracefully through the high-tech armory, navigating the space with a commanding presence. Broad shoulders accentuated the powerful silhouette against the backdrop of cutting-edge technology.

Veiny hands, prominent in their strength, casually rested in the pockets of the expensive black slacks, revealing an underlying capability that matched the daunting physicality. The jawline, sharp as a knife, added an air of severity to the person's countenance, a feature that spoke of both precision and determination.

Killer eyes, keen and discerning, scanned the room with a calculated intensity, betraying a shrewd intellect that went beyond the imposing physique. The eyes, like windows to a mind trained for strategic brilliance, held a piercing gaze that could dissect a situation with an unnerving accuracy.

Surrounded by an eerie and solitary aura, the person's imposing presence filled the room. It was a solitude that seemed to amplify the inherent sense of danger, an energy that hinted at a proficiency in the shadows, where actions spoke louder than words.

As the person's gaze fixated on the Electric Saw in the rack, the smirk that danced on their lips revealed a satisfaction that went beyond the mere acquisition of a tool. It was a reflection of confidence, a recognition that their physical prowess and strategic acumen were perfectly aligned for the mission ahead in the clandestine world of espionage.

Approaching with purpose, the figure reached for and claimed the electric saw. Veiny hands gripped the tool, the tactile sensation eliciting a cascade of scenarios circulating in the person's mind. Each mental projection played out as the hands held the equipment, an intricate dance of strategies unfolding in the solitude of the armory.

"Perfect," resonated a deep, raspy voice that echoed through the room. The words hung in the air with a weightiness that transcended the mere acknowledgment of the chosen tool.

The person spoke with eyes blank and voice cold, an emotionless demeanor that added an enigmatic layer to the unfolding scene. The chilling resonance of the voice hinted at a resolve born from calculated precision, setting the stage for the covert mission that lay ahead.

The figure advanced towards an empty metal table, carrying the electric saw in hand. Setting the tool down, the person initiated a methodical preparation process, arranging all the necessary components with meticulous precision. The air in the room seemed to shift, charged with an anticipatory energy as the veiny hands deftly orchestrated the setup.

Every movement spoke of a practiced familiarity with the equipment, suggesting a level of expertise that transcended the ordinary. The person's actions, methodical and deliberate, hinted at a proficiency honed through experience in the clandestine world. As the stage was set on the empty metal table, the silent efficiency with which the preparation unfolded became an unspoken testament to the person's prowess in the art of covert operations.

Ensuring the readiness of the chosen tool, the person's attention shifted to an imperceptible door concealed at the back of the room. With a subtle yet purposeful motion, the unseen entrance opened, unveiling a collection of different animal head masks. These were not ordinary disguises; they were bespoke and expensive, meticulously crafted for specific individuals. Each animal head mask symbolized the person who owned it, a unique emblem of identity in the covert world.

Stepping toward a glass cabinet that stood apart from the others, the person approached a collection that held a distinct significance. Within the confines of this special cabinet, only five animal head masks were carefully arranged. Each mask bespoke exclusivity, hinting at a level of sophistication reserved for the most discerning individuals in the realm of discreet operations.

Beneath the glass cabinet, a discreet hand sensor awaited. The person extended their right hand, placing it upon the sensor with a seamless motion. In response, the cabinet glided open smoothly, revealing the coveted array of five meticulously crafted animal head masks.

With a deliberate touch, the person selected a specific head mask from the concealed array.

Forged from an alloy of rare titanium and ruthenium, the mask bore a sleek and luxurious sheen, hinting at its exceptional quality. The metal, cool to the touch, carried a weight that conveyed both durability and sophistication. The craftsmanship revealed fine etchings, intricate swirls, and a subtle play of light on its surface, adding an element of artistry to the mask's enigmatic design.

The fur, meticulously sculpted from the same rare alloy, retained a lifelike texture despite its metallic composition. Hollow holes replaced where eyes would be, adding an eerie quality that heightened the mask's mystique. As the person examined the details, the mask emanated a silent ferocity, blending seamlessly with the covert world.

As the person held the head mask forged from an alloy of rare titanium and ruthenium, the truth unfolded. This was no ordinary individual; it was Special Agent Wolf, a moniker bestowed by Mr. M himself, drawing parallels to the cunning and strategic prowess of a wolf.

The mask, meticulously crafted from exceptional materials, wasn't just an accessory; it was a symbol of a formidable force operating in the shadows. As Special Agent Wolf donned the mask, the enigmatic connection between the agent and the creature it portrayed became an undeniable testament to the covert world's intricate dance of identities.

In a low, resolute murmur, Special Agent Wolf declared, "It's time to exact the cost and someone will bear the weight."

The words lingered in the air, charged with resolve. As the head mask settled, an ominous energy enveloped Special Agent Wolf, and their once blank eyes transformed into an intense gaze capable of instilling fear.

The special agent exited the covert room housing the exclusive head masks reserved for top-tier operatives. Retrieving the chosen electric saw left on an empty metal table, Special Agent Wolf proceeded to leave the establishment.

Calm and collected, Special Agent Wolf gracefully exited the establishment, each step echoing in the room where Kris was confined. The special room automatically sealed shut.

In the dimly lit space, Kris felt an unsettling tension with each echoing footfall, a sense of anxiety gripping him as he remained clueless about the approaching presence. Almost convulsing in apprehension, Kris's mind raced with uncertainty, unaware of what fate awaited him next.

Sweat cascaded down his face, each droplet a testament to the fear that coursed through him.

Meanwhile, the special agent moved with an exceptional calmness that seemed to defy the tension in the air. Clutching the electric saw in their right hand, each step exuded a deliberate and measured grace. The veins on the agent's hand seemed to erupt, accentuated by the firm grip on the tool, a visual manifestation of the underlying strength and purpose.

Through the distinctive head mask, the agent's eyes intensified with each step, a calculated and unyielding focus that cut through the dimly lit space. The rhythmic echo of their footsteps resonated with a composed determination, creating an unsettling harmony against the backdrop of Kris's fearful confinement.

Within MBHS Agency's extensive portfolio, the underground bunker stood as a clandestine jewel-an enigmatic facility known to only a select few. This subterranean haven wasn't merely an asset; it was the epicenter where the agency's top-tier operatives, the Special Agents, weaved the final strands of justice.

A technological marvel hidden beneath the surface, the bunker boasted state-of-the-art amenities tailored for covert operations. Its walls, lined with sound-absorbing materials, ensured that even the subtlest of whispers remained confined within. The lighting, adjustable to mimic various environments, allowed agents to train in a myriad of scenarios.

Special agents, the elite guardians of justice, often descended into this hidden realm for the culmination of their missions-the sentencing of criminals. As they ventured into the depths, a hallowed silence enveloped the underground enclave, punctuated only by the precise footfalls of those on a mission to bring justice to its final crescendo.

The underground bunker, a strategic masterpiece owned by MBHS Agency, was more than a mere facility; it was the stage upon which justice was meted out with calculated precision. Each mission's conclusion in this hidden sanctuary echoed with the weight of responsibility shouldered by those who operated in the shadows for the greater good.

As Kris continued to tremble, an involuntary symphony of fear and anticipation, he urgently scoured the dimly illuminated room for a potential refuge. His heart thundered in his chest, the rhythmic beat echoing so loudly that he could almost hear his own pulse reverberating through the confined space.

Frustration and fear constricted him like a vise as he grappled with the harsh reality of the dark room. The absence of any conceivable hiding spot intensified his desperation, amplifying the gnawing sense of dread.

In this lightless chamber, he found himself surrounded by a vacuum of touchable entities, a revelation that dawned on him only as his trembling hands futilely sought solace in the emptiness. Unbeknownst to Kris, he stood in a hollow space, his vulnerability laid bare in the stark silence of the underground bunker.

As time seemed to stretch, every moment unfolded in agonizing slow motion for Kris. The approaching footsteps resonated with a deliberate cadence, each sound reverberating through the darkness. Each drop of sweat fell in rhythmic harmony, mirroring the approaching steps that grew louder by the second. The syncopation of his pounding heart intensified, creating an eerie symphony in the dimly lit chamber.

Dug! Dug Dug!
Tap! Tap! Tap!

Each footfall echoed like a drumbeat, sending shivers down Kris's spine. Despite the fact he couldn't see anything, his heightened senses went into overdrive. Kris gulped audibly, his head tilting left, center, and right, eyes desperately wandering in the black void. His senses, now on high alert, screamed at him, amplifying his fear and paranoia.

As the footsteps drew nearer, the sound intensified, merging with the pounding of Kris's heart, creating an unsettling symphony in the stillness.

Fueled by desperation, Kris pressed his back into the left corner of the dark room. In the absence of any visual cues, he grappled with uncertainty, unable to discern where to go or locate a point of escape. The impenetrable darkness masked any defining features, leaving him disoriented and paralyzed in a silent dance of fear. The room offered no tactile clues to guide him, leaving Kris trapped in a void, unaware of even the location of the elusive door.

With arms trembling, he clutched his knees tightly, engaged in a silent struggle against himself. His efforts included covering his ears, a desperate attempt to shield himself from the impending footsteps that never failed to escalate his anxiety.Despite the internal battle, he compelled himself to remain alert, a stark contradiction to his fervent hope that the approaching footsteps signaled a false alarm.

Meanwhile, the agent advanced methodically through the vast underground bunker's expansive corridor. The subdued lighting cast elongated shadows, enhancing the foreboding atmosphere surrounding the agent's every step. The purposeful movement suggested a seasoned professional navigating the familiar terrain.

Concurrently, a malevolent expression subtly etched itself on the agent's lips upon glimpsing the room currently housing Kris. The interplay of shadows added an eerie quality to the unfolding scene, intensifying the palpable tension in the air. The automatic shift in demeanor hinted at a concealed satisfaction, foreshadowing the imminent encounter.

In sync with the darkened expression, the grip on the tool tightened, the veins in the agent's arms protruding under the increased pressure. The clenching of the jaw, teeth gritted in determination, conveyed an unyielding resolve. Simultaneously, the agent's other fist clenched within the confines of a pocket, a subtle manifestation of the contained intensity accompanying the focused advance.

The amalgamation of the ominous expression, the tightened grip on the tool, and the restrained tension in stance painted a vivid picture of impending confrontation. The agent, a silhouette in the dimly lit bunker, embodied an aura of relentless determination as they closed in on the room, where the imminent encounter with Kris would unfold in the shadows of the subterranean labyrinth.

Three more deliberate steps echoed through the corridor, followed by two additional ones, creating a steady rhythm. Then, a distinct "tamp" resonated as the agent's shoe made a resounding contact with the floor, announcing their arrival at the door. Kris' eyes widened, horror etched vividly across his face.

The agent, nearly matching the door's height, proceeded to unbutton their suit. The dim light played upon the meticulous movements, casting an eerie ambiance as the tense moment unfolded in the shadowy expanse of the underground bunker. The audible click of each unbuttoning seemed to punctuate the suspense, adding a layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere. The room held its breath, caught in the silent dance between captive and captor.

Slowly, the agent extended their left hand towards the sophisticated hand scanner to unlock the high-tech door. Inside, Kris felt the tension rise, and he instinctively held his breath, the anticipation of what awaited on the other side hanging in the air like an unspoken secret.

As the scanner meticulously completed its task, confirming the identity as Special Agent Wolf, a resonant robotic voice echoed both within and outside the room, stating with authoritative certainty, 'Confirmed. It's Special Agent Wolf Phantom-7.' The full weight of the code name lingered in the air, casting an aura of mystery and specialized expertise that intensified the unfolding situation.

Kris furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing the robotic voice, a blend of confusion and anxiety etched on his face. The high-tech door began to open slowly, and his anxiety heightened with each mechanical whir.

As the door revealed its contents, Kris realized the imposing figure stood right in front of him. His heart pounded uncontrollably at the sight of the tall figure, an inexplicable mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him.

A faint glimmer reflected in Kris' eyes as the agent stepped into the room, but the brief illumination vanished when the door sealed shut, plunging the space into complete darkness. Kris's vision was engulfed once again, and a sense of disorientation took hold. Panic welled up within him as he grappled with the realization that a tall figure now shared the room with him.

In his attempt to make out the features of the agent, Kris strained his eyes, only to discern an abnormal size of the head, its shape eluding him. Unbeknownst to him, the agent was wearing a head mask, rendering any attempt to identify facial features futile.

Desperate, Kris relied on his senses, reaching out in the darkness to feel the presence of the agent. However, the void was unyielding, offering no clues. In stark contrast to moments before, where he could hear his own breathing, the room now enveloped him in an oppressive silence. Deprived of visual and auditory cues, Kris was left in a disconcerting state, unable to discern the agent's whereabouts or movements in the pitch-black room. The absence of any sensory information intensified his anxiety, creating an atmosphere of suspense as he navigated the unknown presence shrouded in darkness.

For nearly 5 minutes, an eerie silence enveloped the room, devoid of any sounds or movements from the agent, while Kris strained to minimize any noise himself. To Kris's surprise, the stillness was shattered as a series of state-of-the-art luminescent panels illuminated the space with a cool, ambient glow. These high-tech light sources suspended from the ceiling revealed a room much larger than Kris had anticipated, with enough capacity for approximately 40 people. The black-painted walls created a stark backdrop, emphasizing the emptiness of the surroundings.

Each of these sophisticated light panels emitted a soft, uniform light, casting an even glow that accentuated the modernity of the underground chamber. Kris's eyes darted around, taking in the vastness of the room.

However, when his gaze landed on the agent, who stood merely three steps away, he instinctively bolted to the right side. In that moment, Kris realized the agent had been walking in front of him all this time, and he hadn't noticed, heard, or sensed any movements or sounds. The realization sent a chill down Kris's spine, intensifying the unsettling atmosphere as he grappled with the uncanny stealth of the mysterious figure.

In fear, Kris kept his head lowered, positioned at the left corner of the room. However, an internal struggle urged him to slowly lift his head. Methodically scanning from the agent's shoes upward, Kris examined the mysterious figure. It was only when his gaze reached the head that he noticed the agent wore a distinctive head mask, adorned with a wolf concept.

This revelation vividly brought back Chanyeol's narrative, describing the harrowing experience of being kidnapped by someone donning a falcon head mask. Kris recalled his last memory of entering the Bellagio Conservatory and Botanical Gardens, spotting a falcon tattoo, and then waking up in a white, empty room with a person wearing the same falcon headmask. Wrestling with this unsettling connection, Kris's mind became a whirlwind of thoughts, hindering him from reaching clear conclusions. The unfolding events left him in a state of bewilderment, struggling to comprehend the surreal circumstances.

The South Korean Government, in force with China's Government, issued a legal decree, mandating the immediate imposition of a death sentence upon Kris and his father, individuals originally from China who had evaded justice for decades while engaging in egregious and unimaginable criminal activities. Despite being fugitives, this elusive pair had successfully remained concealed within the borders of South Korea for an extended period.

Motivated by a firm commitment to expedite the resolution of this prolonged saga, the leader of the Republic of China pressed for the swift imposition of a death sentence upon Kris and his father immediately following the court hearing. This urgency was born out of a resolute determination to prevent a repetition of the bold escapes orchestrated by Kris and his family in their previous encounters with the law in China.

To ensure the gravity of the situation was met with the utmost professional acumen, the leader of the Republic of China personally sought the intervention of the MBHS Agency. Designating Special Agent Wolf and Special Agent Venom, the leader entrusted them with the responsibility of carrying out the sentencing for the Wu's. This careful orchestration aimed to bring a decisive and legally sound conclusion to the complex circumstances surrounding Kris and his father.

Meanwhile, Kris's father remained in another room, accompanied by Special Agent Venom, the agent entrusted with managing the sentencing process. The intricate interplay of legal decisions, criminal activities, and the pursuit of justice converged within the dimly lit confines, setting the stage for the impending reckoning faced by Kris and his father.

At this point, the leader of China saw no reason to prolong the process for Kris and his father, given that they had already been sentenced to death for committing numerous heinous crimes in China, escaping, and seeking refuge in South Korea. The leader of South Korea, on the other hand, is now conducting an investigation to understand how the Wu's managed to evade capture during their years of stay in the country. The unfolding situation marked a critical juncture, intertwining the legal complexities of the death sentence with the pursuit of answers regarding the Wu's elusive presence within South Korea.

Kris's trembling body abruptly froze as a raspy, deep voice reached his ears, carrying an unsettling weight.

"Nice to meet you, Kris Wu," Special Agent Wolf uttered, the voice with a distinct roughness and depth that seemed to echo in the well-lit room. Each word, wrapped in the coarse texture of the voice, hung in the air with a tangible heaviness.

Even without a view of the agent's face, Kris could sense the unyielding stare through the tone of that raspy voice. The eyes, though hidden, conveyed a cold intensity that felt like a piercing gaze. The very essence of the voice seemed deliberate, adding an extra layer of tension to the encounter. Kris faced the unsettling presence of Special Agent Wolf, as if the sound of that voice had etched a chilling mark in the brightly illuminated room.

Kris remained utterly immobile, unable to stir even the slightest muscle, his capacity to respond paralyzed. His mind, too, seemed suspended in a state of frozen inertia.

Conversely, the agent stood calmly, electric saw in hand, presenting a clear contrast to the tense atmosphere pervading the room.

"For your entire case, Mr. Wu, I've never encountered you before. But do you comprehend the depth of my desire to end your life all this time?" Special Agent Wolf's words carried an unsettling calmness, a striking contradiction to the charged ambiance within the room.

Hearing the agent's words snapped Kris back to his senses. He clenched his fists, the fear in his eyes transforming into seething rage.

"Are you the same person who wore the falcon head mask, kidnapped my friend, and sent me that warning? The one I encountered in that infuriating white room?!" Kris demanded, his anger erupting in a shout.

The agent's silence prompted Kris to release a forced laugh.

"What's with the animal head masks, huh? SUCH A CLOWN!" Kris shouted again, spitting towards the agent, who stood approximately meters away from him.

A smirk graced the agent's lips, a detail Kris didn't miss amidst the charged confrontation. The room hung suspended in a tense exchange, the air thick with the collision of Kris's anger and the agent's composed demeanor.

"If I were the one behind the falcon head mask, logically, I'd be the individual who rendered you unconscious at Bellagio Conservatory and Botanical Gardens, brought you here to South Korea, and the one you met in the 3D White Room. As I've stated, I've never crossed paths with you before. Use your intellect, Mr. Wu; it won't demand much," Special Agent Wolf declared, the smirk widening.

The room held its breath as the agent's words hung in the air, a challenge laid bare. Kris, fueled by a mix of rage and confusion, grappled with the enigma before him. The air crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the weight of the agent's words, leaving Kris to navigate the intricate web of his own memories and the unsettling revelation before him.

"Consider this, Mr. Wu. If our paths had crossed before, do you honestly think you'd still be drawing breath?" The agent spoke with a calculated precision, each word carrying a sharp edge.

The room seemed to shrink as the agent's proximity intensified, the weight of the question underscoring the precariousness of Kris's situation. A shiver of unease coursed through him as he grappled with the ominous implication embedded in the agent's words.

"I presume, Mr. Wu, that comprehension isn't beyond your capabilities. You're not lacking in intellect, are you?" The agent sarcastically inquired, eliciting a clenching of Kris's teeth in response, as he perceived the words and tone as a direct insult.

The room hummed with tension, Kris grappling with conflicting emotions of frustration and the unsettling reality unfolding before him. The agent's taunting words lingered, heightening the charged atmosphere between them.

With newfound courage, Kris suppressed everything, including the fear attempting to overpower his body and mind.

A smirk emerged on his lips. "I get it. So, it means not only you, but there's another clown, then? Oh, there are two clowns," Kris mockingly asserted, a laugh slipping from his lips.

In the perpetual cat-and-mouse game between law enforcement and criminals, the latter consistently belittled agents, dubbing them clowns, all while remaining blissfully ignorant of the formidable capabilities these agents possessed. The irony lay in the criminals' lack of awareness about the consequences they faced after mocking the agents, oblivious to the intricate web they wove around themselves.

Contrastingly, a pervasive fear gripped many criminals, making them hesitant to confront even the shadows cast by agents. The mere thought of encountering an agent signaled an ominous conclusion to their illicit pursuits, a looming end to their journey down the unlawful path.

"Two clowns in one act? The first one nabs you, while the other snags your father. Quite the spectacle, isn't it? Clowns hooking big fish simultaneously. I'll give credit where it's due-your audacity is impressive. Falcon hit the nail on the head; you're dense, utterly clueless. A typical spoiled brat, basking in the shadow of his father, masquerading as superior but knowing nothing at all. Meanwhile, your father embarrassingly relieved himself in his pants the moment he spotted me in his secret hideout on the day I apprehended him. And here you are, boldly mocking agents, as if it's the simplest thing on Earth," Special Agent Wolf said, voice devoid of any emotion.

On the day when Special Agent Falcon and Kris faced off in the 3D white Room, Mr. M granted Special Agent Wolf permission to apprehend Kris's father, addressing Special Agent Wolf's frustration over not being in charge of Kris.

All of a sudden, the bravado in Kris's eyes rapidly transformed into a mix of fear and confusion. With trembling lips, he attempted to speak, "S-S.. S-Special A-Agent... W-What d-do y-you f-freaking mean?"

The agent remained silent and merely shook their head, a silent commentary on Kris's lack of understanding.

You really know nothing, the agent muttered mentally.

Special Agent Wolf didn't take steps anymore, which initially brought a sense of relief to Kris. However, the next actions of the agent sent Kris into unexplainable fear. In a deliberate motion, the agent extended a gloved hand towards a concealed pocket.

Retrieving a small, metallic device, the agent manipulated its buttons with precision.

A soft, mechanical hum permeated the room as the agent activated the electric saw.

Kris's eyes widened as the sharp, menacing sound of the saw reverberated in the room.

Special Agent Wolf, with calculated movements, raised the humming electric saw, the gleam of its sharp blade catching what little light was present.

Kris's breath caught as the agent held the activated tool, a symbol of imminent danger, ready to cut through the air with lethal intent.

The room's atmosphere thickened with tension as Kris realized the true gravity of the situation.

Shaking his head, his hand still gesturing to stop the agent, Kris spoke again, "No! What are you trying to do? YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THIS! Who the fuck are you?!"

Despite the fear enveloping him, Kris managed not to stutter.

"You don't need to know who I am. The crucial matter is for you to comprehend why you are here and grasp the consequences of your actions on your victims, including Somi," Special Agent Wolf calmly stated.

With the mention of Somi's name, the agent tightened their grip on the tool, infusing a weighty tone into the unfolding confrontation.

In a desperate plea, Kris's voice echoed through the room, "No..no..no..NO! Where's my father?!" He hastily retreated to the other side of the room, a sense of panic overtaking him as he anticipated the agent's next move.

Despite the profound betrayal his father had inflicted upon him, Kris couldn't completely sever the lingering threads of care he held for the man.

In response to Kris's inquiry, the agent slowly turned towards the corner where he sought refuge, a chilling smirk playing on their lips.

In a haunting revelation, the agent's words hung in the air, "He's surely enduring a very fitting demise, a masterpiece meticulously orchestrated by Special Agent Venom at the moment."

With deliberate steps, the agent advanced towards Kris, who stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape, grappling with the unimaginable information. Kris shook his head in a futile attempt to dispel the harsh reality that had unfolded before him.

"You should not make this difficult for yourself. Any minute now, your father will be sent to hell. You should follow him straightaway. Do you want to prolong your agony?" the agent mumbled, advancing towards Kris.

Panic gripped Kris as he darted around the room, desperately trying to evade the agent's relentless pursuit.

"The more you prolong this, the more suffering you will experience from me," Special Agent Wolf whispered, coldly observing Kris's panicked state.

"I....I-I...I-I didn't do anything! I DIDN'T!" Kris courageously denied, his hands tightly gripping his hair. His mind played tricks on him as memories of his crimes flashed through his head.

"Words from your mouth obviously oppose your actions. There's no sense in denying it all," the agent spoke again, slowly advancing.

Their exchange continued amidst the noisy hum of the electric saw.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Kris bellowed, unleashing a surge of anger as he lunged toward the agent, fueled by the desperation to resist.

However, his aggressive advance came to an abrupt stop when the lights flickered off simultaneously, casting the room into an impenetrable darkness. The menacing hum of the electric saw ceased in unison, shrouding the space in an eerie silence. Kris, caught in the sudden black void, held his breath, acutely aware of the beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead to his face. Once again, the all-encompassing darkness seized him, intensifying the suspense and uncertainty in the air.

Driven by instinct and fear, Kris began to move blindly, stumbling over his own feet in the consuming darkness. Desperation fueled his frenzied pace as he circled the room, a singular thought dominating his mind-to locate the agent and thwart any impending threat. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the urgency of his situation.The only solution that seemed viable in the suffocating blackness was clear: he needed to confront and eliminate the agent to ensure his own survival.

Exhausted and breathless, Kris sprinted tirelessly around the corners of the room until his knees weakened, and his breathing became labored. Coming to a stop in the middle of the dark expanse, he leaned forward, hands on his knees, desperately gasping for air, waiting for his breath to normalize.

As the darkness pressed in, his fear intensified, compounded by the realization that, despite his frantic efforts, he had failed to execute his plan. The absence of any sound from the agent, coupled with the impenetrable blackness, sent shivers down his spine.

"I-It's i-impossible," he stammered between breaths.

The stillness in the room unsettled him. There were no discernible movements, not even the faintest echo of the agent's steps on the floor. It seemed inconceivable that the agent could evade his attacks so silently.

His entire body tensed, the hairs on his skin standing on end. Kris's nerves, once eased during the momentary respite, began to coil with tension once more. Determined, he shut his eyes, attempting to heighten his other senses to feel the subtle shifts in his surroundings.

"Bullshit," he muttered under his breath, his frustration escalating as he struggled to sense anything at all in the oppressive darkness.

"FUCK!" Kris shouted in shock as the lights suddenly turned on in unison, the electric saw roaring back to life. His left hand instinctively flew to his chest, the sudden illumination nearly inducing a heart attack.

Startled, he stumbled backward, only to find himself face-to-face with a chilling sight.

Kris, still reeling from the sudden shock of the lights, barely had time to react. In a swift and calculated movement, Special Agent Wolf, utilizing the precision of a seasoned operative, maneuvered the buzzing blade towards Kris's right hand.

The saw's teeth sank into Kris's flesh, its merciless dance leaving a trail of searing pain in its wake. The agent's execution was clinical, the cut deliberate and efficient. Kris's cry of agony echoed in the room as the metallic scent of blood mingled with the mechanical whir of the saw. The horror of the moment crystallized in the brutal severance, a visceral testament to the calculated cruelty unfolding in the darkened space.

Kris collapsed onto the cold floor, fixating on his injured right hand. Trembling, his left hand reached out to assess the damage. Crawling backward, he pressed against the cold wall, tearing his shirt to fashion a makeshift bandage for his wounded hand.

Special Agent Wolf remained unmoving, observing Kris's agony as the electric saw continued its menacing hum.

"How does it feel to experience the pain you inflicted on your victims? Dissecting them with a meat cleaver as if they were nothing more than meat," the agent muttered, fists clenched in a storm of rage, recalling Kris's gruesome criminal history.

The agent crouched down and looked closely at Kris's cut-off right hand lying in front of them. The fingers were moving a bit, even though it was no longer attached to Kris's arm. It was a disturbing sight, showing the pain Kris was going through.

"Do you grasp the irony, Mr. Wu? I've sentenced criminals in a manner mirroring their own gruesome acts, albeit with a creative twist. Opting for an electric saw in response to your use of a meat cleaver seems fitting, doesn't it? My sources indicate your initial victim was a neighbor's daughter, her right hand severed by your hand. Now, enlighten me on how your father skillfully silenced that family. Were you cognizant that, despite the passage of years, your first victim still endures a life without her right hand, in perpetual misery?" Special Agent Wolf's resonant, chilling voice reverberated, leaving Kris taken aback.

Through clenched teeth and a pained expression, Kris questioned, "H-how d-do y-you k-know t-that?" The intensity of his agony only heightened the disbelief that someone had unearthed his darkest secrets, delving into his past and unraveling his entire history.

Following his first transgression during his teenage years, Kris and his family were compelled to abandon their ancestral village in China. Gripped by terror, the victim's family opted for silence, fearing that the Wu family would resurface, seeking retribution and potentially jeopardizing their lives.

The agent's eyes bore into Kris, piercing through his defenses. "Secrets have a way of surfacing, Mr. Wu. We know more about you than you might think. Your crimes, your past-they're not as buried as you believed."

Kris, grappling with both physical and emotional pain, couldn't fathom that his long-buried secrets were now laid bare before the agent's scrutiny.

The agent pointed the buzzing electric saw at Kris's severed hand, making a terrifying sight. Kris felt a surge of fear and dread as he helplessly stared at the impending threat.

In the intense atmosphere, Special Agent Wolf huskily whispered, "Let me show you how it's done," their eyes blankly fixed on Kris. The eerie silence was broken only by the low hum of the electric saw, ready to carry out its chilling task.

The electric saw methodically sliced through the fingers of Kris's already dislocated hand. Each deliberate cut sent shivers down Kris's spine, making him choke and vomit in distress. From the pinkie to the thumb, the agent took their time, creating a gruesome scene that twisted Kris's stomach in agony. Despite the hand being dislocated, the excruciating pain radiated through Kris, intensifying the horror of the moment.

Now, the dislocated right hand resembled ground meat, a gruesome sight that intensified Kris's horror.

Special Agent Wolf stood up and gradually approached Kris. Each step seemed to halt Kris's heart in fear, his continuous gulps audible in the tense air. His face paled as the agent drew nearer.

Suddenly, Kris found himself unable to move his mouth to speak, only managing to shake his head in desperate plea for the agent to stop.

The sight of Kris's frightened face brought a semblance of satisfaction to Special Agent Wolf.

With just a step's distance, the agent halted, standing in front of Kris. Special Agent Wolf lifted the electric saw above their head, and before Kris could even crawl away, a powerful kick struck his groin, eliciting painful whimpering from him.

"A-aghhh! G-grgghh!," Kris mumbled, his voice filled with pure agony.

Without wasting a second, the agent opened Kris's jeans and pulled down his boxers, using only the right hand as the left hand clutched the electric saw.

Anticipating the agent's actions, Kris endured the pain and started using his feet to kick back.

"A a-rghhhh! F-Fuck t-this... h-hell!" he shouted when the teeth of the electric saw slowly ground into his left heel.

Special Agent Wolf ruthlessly ripped Kris's left foot, the sound of breaking bones audible, yet Kris's cries of pain drowned out the gruesome noise. Tears welled up in his eyes, a stark contrast to the agent's disbelieving smile.

"Now you get to taste the pain you so callously served to your victims. How does it feel to bear the weight of their agony, Kris?" the agent's cold voice resounded amid the relentless noise of the electric saw.

For the first time, Kris glimpsed something in the agent's eyes through the head mask. Pain momentarily surfaced but quickly concealed itself within the blank, cold gaze.

"D-Dont.. Don't ...P-ple- ... P-Please," Kris found himself pleading, desperation evident in his voice. Lying on the frigid floor with his right hand and left foot missing. His heart raced as he watched the electric saw slowly inching closer to his exposed groin, the horror unfolding before his eyes.

"A multitude of innocent lives fell victim to that insidious worm of yours. It's time for it to be severed too," the agent declared with a chilling confidence, their voice carrying a smirk as Kris battled the agony, attempting to rise.

Special Agent Wolf targeted Kris's exposed manhood with the electric saw, unleashing a deafening roar as the blade revved. Kris, struggling to stand, was met with another cruel blow-a kick to his already injured foot, eliciting another agonized cry.

In a state of intense fear, Kris hysterically sat up, only to be struck by the electric saw wielded by Special Agent Wolf. Blood gushed from his mouth as a result of the powerful blow, leaving a long and wide cut from under his left eye to the side of his lips. Gripping his bloody face, Kris rolled on the floor, still trying to comprehend the swift and brutal assault.

Seizing the opportunity, Special Agent Wolf initiated the next move, using their right foot to turn Kris to face the ceiling. The agent then pressed their shoe onto Kris's stomach, prompting a loud groan from his bloodied lips.

With Kris now positioned for the impending threat, the electric saw ominously approached his exposed member. Despite Kris's attempts to remove the agent's foot from his stomach, he failed miserably.

"N-NO!!! D-DAD!!! H-HELP M-MEEE!" Kris shouted desperately for assistance, clinging to a faint hope that his father or someone nearby might hear him.

Little did Kris know, the room was meticulously designed to be soundproof, ensuring that his cries for help would go unheard in the isolated space intended for sentencing criminals.

"This is retribution for every woman you violated, coerced, and murdered. Consider it justice for Somi," the agent declared, the electric saw quivering as their grip intensified.

Kris, unable to see through his tear-filled eyes, cried helplessly.

"P-Please... Pl-lease... Ppp-please. I'm b-begging y-you. P-Please don't," his pleadings were drowned out by the deafening roar of the electric saw. Despite the audible desperation in his voice, the agent remained indifferent.

The agent's hand, gripping the saw tightly, trembled slightly due to the intense pressure. As the blade made contact with Kris's skin, it sank in slowly at first-a cold bite that felt like ice against his sensitive flesh.

The pain intensified as the blade began to cut deeper into him, carving out a path of destruction through nerves and muscle alike. Kris's mind went blank from shock; all he could focus on was the burning sensation that now throbbed between his legs.

With each passing second, the saw dug deeper into Kris's manhood. Blood began to trickle down his thighs as he struggled against his restraints in vain-the pain was too much for him to bear.

His scream reverberated through the room, reaching a piercing crescendo, while streams of hot tears flowed down his anguished face.

His body convulsed violently as successive waves of agony relentlessly washed over him. His eyes tightly shut, Kris sought refuge against the relentless torment. Special Agent Wolf, with a deliberate and unhurried precision, continued the gruesome act, savoring each drawn-out moment to amplify his suffering. The cries of this unforgivable criminal resonated with an unsettling satisfaction in the agent's ears, a perverse melody of retribution.

The saw's relentless work dislocated Kris's shaft from its base, causing an intense stabbing pain unlike anything he could have imagined. It felt as if his very essence was being severed, ripped apart at the seams by the merciless tool. Each passing moment heightened the excruciating torment, amplifying the sense of irreparable damage.

Blood pooled beneath him, staining the floor a sickening shade of red. The sensation of cold air hitting his wound only served to intensify the agony coursing through Kris's body. His muscles tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, adding another layer of torment to an already unbearable situation.

After adeptly severing Kris's shaft with the electric saw, the agent swiftly retracted the tool. Writhing in pain, Kris found himself compelled to deliver desperate punches to the frigid floor, unable to alleviate the intense agony coursing through him.

As Kris crumpled in pain, the agent leaned in, a steely gaze fixed upon him. "Every twist of agony is a consequence, a reckoning for the choices that led you here. Reflect on your deeds; let regret be your penance."

Defiantly, Kris shook his head, a resolute refusal to express remorse evident in his actions.

Undeterred by Kris's defiance, the agent's expression remained impassive, a stoic response to the refusal of remorse.

"Well, your courage is the last echo in this grim tale," Special Agent Wolf cynically stated, standing firm with unwavering resolve.

"D-Do w-whatever y-you w-want n-now. I-I w-won't r-regret anything," Kris bravely uttered in the midst of his grim situation.

Kris's words only fueled a sinister smirk on the agent's lips. Their eyes grew darker, and the veins in their arms angrily protruded as the grip tightened, each tenfold increase amplifying the determination to a chilling resolve.

Special Agent Wolf coldly scanned Kris's body, a calculating gaze mapping out the next tactical strike. Meanwhile, Kris, engulfed in the overwhelming pain, remained oblivious to the impending threat. The toll on his body was unmistakable - a significant loss of blood had already weakened him, bringing him perilously close to the brink of mortality.

Sensing that Kris's endurance was waning, Special Agent Wolf posed a chilling question, "Do you have any last words, Kris?" The icy tone cut through the air, jolting Kris back to the grim reality of his predicament.

Kris locked eyes with the imposing figure before him, attempting to project bravery while his eyes betrayed a different story. The facade of courage couldn't conceal the fear flickering within his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the imminent and inescapable fate that loomed before him.

In the midst of the grim scene, Kris, seemingly unhinged, let out a crude remark, "I-I guess f-fuck.. f-fucking hundreds of w-women were already e-enough. I-I'm d-devastated I-I didn't h-have a c-chance to get in Somi's hole which seems so tight an-... UGHHHHH- FFFF-...F-FUCK!"

Anger consumed the agent upon hearing the vulgar remark, triggering a swift retaliation. The electric saw homed in on Kris's knees, grinding against bone as excruciating pain sent him writhing on the floor. In just a matter of seconds, his left knee separated from his leg.

Undeterred by Kris's agony, Special Agent Wolf, fueled by lingering anger, delivered a harsh stamp to his groin, a brutal punctuation to the relentless punishment.

Darkness enveloped the agent's sight as the seething anger within Special Agent Wolf intensified. Unyielding, the agent, having shown no mercy in targeting Kris's knees, proceeded to etch lines into Kris's chest with the electric saw. Blood sprayed, staining his face, and the grasp on breath slipped away.

"I never compelled you to feel remorse for your deeds, but I won't tolerate your vile mouth defiling the innocent women you've victimized, including Somi. You're nothing more than a wretched piece of detestable filth!" The agent, driven by unprecedented anger, delivered the words with a chilling precision, each syllable laden with justified fury.

Continuing the onslaught, the agent ruthlessly stamped on Kris's wounded chest.

With a final forceful stamp, the agent delivered a powerful slap to Kris's face using the electric saw, the impact synchronized with the heavy stamp. Darkness began to engulf Kris. His eyes turned red, the floor around him soaked in his blood. Before losing his breath, Special Agent Wolf forcefully hurled the electric saw, causing it to bang against the wall, then straddled Kris's chest. The veiny hands tightened around Kris's throat.

Kris coughed with blood, his gaze helplessly fixed on the ceiling. Not a single muscle in his body could muster the strength to move as the agent's choking grip tightened, the oppressive weight of impending doom closing in.

Special Agent Wolf's gaze remained fixed on Kris, the anger evident, yet a tear slowly traced a path down from the agent's right eye.

In an unforeseen shift, the agent spoke in a normal voice, shattering the oppressive silence.

The sudden change in voice jolted Kris, causing his head to move slowly, his eyes shifting from the ceiling to the agent straddling him. The disbelief etched across Kris's face was evident, grappling with the unsettling transformation.

"Suffer in this realm and endure your torment in the inferno," the agent declared with a calculated shift in tone, prompting Kris to muster a feeble resistance against the overwhelming force.

As Kris's world spiraled into a nightmare, he began to shake his head, a desperate attempt to shake off the unsettling reality. Recognition danced at the fringes of his consciousness - he had heard that voice before. Yet, in the haze of fear and confusion, he struggled to pinpoint exactly who the person behind that voice was. The chilling familiarity added another layer of dread, intensifying the surreal horror of the unfolding revelation.

Sensing Kris's inner turmoil, Special Agent Wolf withdrew their hands from Kris's throat. Time seemed to stretch, each moment elongated as the agent reached for the head mask they wore. Slowly and deliberately, the agent began lifting the mask, revealing the face hidden beneath. Kris, paralyzed and filled with a dreadful anticipation, watched in agonizing slowness as the truth behind the mask emerged.

Kris's eyes widened nearly to the point of bulging as the features beneath the mask came into view-the lips, the nose, the eyes, and finally, the full face. Horror gripped him even tighter as the person hidden behind the menacing wolf head mask was revealed. The shock and dread etched on Kris's face intensified, realizing the true identity that had been concealed. The once mysterious and terrifying figure now took on a chilling familiarity, deepening Kris's sense of horror.

In disbelief, Kris continued to shake his head, a feeble attempt to reject the nightmarish truth unfolding before him.

"N-Nooo.. N-Nooo.." he uttered between fits of coughing, his voice a desperate plea escaping the horror that had ensnared him. Now, a profound sense of paralysis gripped his entire being, rendering him utterly helpless.

The agent, holding the head mask, stared blankly at Kris. In the tense silence, the unveiled truth lingered in the air, and the agent's expression remained an enigmatic void as they beheld Kris's paralyzed state with an unsettling calmness.

Kris coughed again, blood mixing with the strained breaths as his eyes remained fixated on the agent's face.

"Y-yyyo- .. Y-You a-are... Y-Yo-ou a-are o-one o-of.. o-of t-he.. t-the t-t .. t-trrr. t-transfe-..."

His weakened voice trembled with realization, attempting to articulate the revelation dawning upon him.

With a swift motion, the agent extracted a Swiss knife from their pocket, deftly severing the carotid artery in Kris's neck. The crimson flow marked the abrupt end, and Kris succumbed to lifelessness.

Special Agent Wolf leaned in, close to Kris's ear, the unsettling calmness in their eyes contrasting with the gravity of the moment. The hushed words that followed carried a chilling weight in the silent room.

"They said people who died not long ago can still hear people around them, right? Yes, Kris, I'm one of them. I'm one of those transferees."

Leaning away, the agent stood up and stepped away from Kris's lifeless body. Retrieving a handkerchief from the pocket of the suit, they meticulously cleaned the Swiss knife, the metallic glint reflecting the macabre reality of the scene left behind.

"I'm not yet done," the agent mumbled, departing the room.

Standing outside, the agent extended their right hand to a monitor. The screen recognized the agent, illuminating with a spectrum of options. Numbers spanned from 100 degrees at the apex to 0 degrees at the nadir, presenting a formidable range of temperatures at their disposal.

The room that enclosed Kris was purposefully designed-a heated chamber intended for the swift disposal of criminals. Contrary to traditional flames, this chamber operated more like a sinister microwave, intensifying the heat to consume its occupants.

"Let me incinerate you before the inferno claims your soul," Special Agent Wolf declared, their voice echoing with a cold determination. With a deliberate touch, they selected the highest option of 100 degrees, sealing Kris's fate in the merciless grip of scorching heat.

As the agent selected the option for 100 degrees, the room underwent a transformation.The ceiling automatically sealed, protecting the harsh light panels from the impending rise in temperature. The atmosphere shifted, becoming oppressive as the walls seemed to radiate heat.

In response to the selected setting, unseen mechanisms engaged, intensifying the heat within the chamber. The room, once neutral, now emanated a palpable menace, its purpose of consuming its occupants becoming all too evident.

After initiating the intense heat in the room, Special Agent Wolf briskly left the area, footsteps echoing down the sterile corridor. Their departure was swift, leaving behind the ominous transformation as the temperature climbed within the sealed chamber.

"I'm done," the agent mumbled, their words echoing through the corridor like a chilling decree, signaling the completion of their ominous mission. The sterile walls stood silent witnesses to the agent's departure, carrying with them the weight of the unfolding events within the now searing chamber.

MEANWHILE.

In the adjoining room, Special Agent Venom maintained a focused vigil, watching with unwavering attention as Kris's father succumbed to the meticulously administered poison. The monitoring room provided a detached setting, its cold and clinical atmosphere in stark contrast to the tumultuous scene unfolding beyond the transparent barrier.

Through the sterile glass, the convulsions of Kris's father were evident, each tremor echoing the internal chaos caused by the lethal concoction. The sterile environment of the monitoring room, with its technical displays and muted lighting, only accentuated the detached nature of the agent's observation, underscoring the clinical precision with which the sinister plan unfolded.

The agent concocted a lethal mixture that included potent toxins such as cyanide, ricin, and a synthesized venomous compound. Cyanide disrupts cellular respiration, ricin interferes with protein synthesis, and the synthesized venom compound amplifies the toxic effects, inducing convulsions and systemic failure. This deadly cocktail was expertly administered, ensuring a swift and irreversible impact on Kris's father's body.

Inside Kris's father's body, the lethal concoction took a relentless toll. Cyanide rapidly blocked the crucial process of cellular respiration, depriving cells of oxygen. Simultaneously, ricin disrupted protein synthesis, leading to a cascade of cellular dysfunction. The synthesized venom compound heightened the toxicity, inducing violent convulsions as it attacked the nervous system.

Internally, the poison orchestrated a symphony of destruction, causing organs to malfunction and shutting down vital systems. The cardiovascular system struggled to pump blood, and the respiratory system faltered, leaving Kris's father gasping for breath. The poison relentlessly attacked every vulnerable point, leaving an irreversible trail of devastation within his body.

"Poor old man," Special Agent Venom quietly mumbled, their voice carrying a note of detached acknowledgment of the inevitable fate befalling Kris's father. With a lingering gaze at the monitors that captured the tragedy, the agent exited the monitoring room, leaving behind the clinical environment and stepping into the corridor with an air of quiet resolution.

JISOO'S POV
FRIDAY, MORNING.

Time has rolled by since our epic hangout with Rosé and her friends in Myeongdong. The connection we've built with them is deepening with every moment that slips away, and my squad and I are genuinely happy about it.

At this moment, I'm with my squad, including Chaeyoung and Yeji, in the dance practice room on the third floor of the main building. Our focus is on preparing for the upcoming University festival, refining the details of our performance. We've dedicated a solid two hours to our practice session, and it's a stroke of luck that our schedules aligned today, giving us the chance to gather and work on our routine collaboratively. The room is filled with the rhythmic sounds of our movements as we strive to make our performance stand out during the festival.

As the final notes of the song echoed through the room, Lisa swiftly called for a break, bringing a momentary pause to our intense practice session.

"Yeji, you nailed it. The way you fine-tuned those moves I mentioned last time is spot-on," Lisa complimented, her words filling the room with appreciation.

Yeji's face lit up with joy, bowing her head a few times. The rest of us nodded in agreement, genuinely impressed by Yeji's skillful adjustments to the dance moves.

Her level of respect is admirable. I wish every student here carried themselves the same way.

"She's really good, right? I wonder why Ryujin didn't notice how good you are," Chaeyoung mused, her last sentence a whispered secret that reached my ears.

"She is," Tzuyu affirmed, adding to the positive atmosphere. Yeji's joy was evident, perhaps even more so because it came from Tzuyu, who isn't known for speaking up much.

"We're really glad to have you on our team, Yeji. You're a significant asset to us," I praised Yeji, prompting her to turn towards me and bow once again. Her very respectful behavior elicited a chuckle from me.

"Thank you, Seniors. I'm happy and lucky to be on your team!" Yeji responded shyly, bowing once more. In response, we all nodded and smiled at her.

As I reached for my tumbler in my backpack, I noticed Jeongyeon in my peripheral vision. She had been quiet throughout the practice, sporting a somewhat sleepy expression.

"Hey, Yeon, didn't you sleep longer than us? Why do you look like you haven't even had a nap?" I asked, grabbing my tumbler.

We all settled down on the floor, each taking a spot, while Jeongyeon opted to lay down, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the dance room. In unison, the rest of us directed our gazes toward her, curious about her quiet demeanor.

A minute drifted by, and the room held an anticipatory hush. I could tell Jeongyeon heard my question; her thoughtful expression revealed she was considering her response. However, before she could break the silence, Limario chimed in.

"Well, past midnight, on my way to Seul's condo, she texted me. Didn't you know, Nayeon kept her awake all night?"

The revelation prompted automatic reactions - mine, Chewy's, and Seul's eyebrows shot up in surprise, while Chaeyoung and Yeji leaned in attentively.

"What do you mean, Lali?" Seul questioned, seeking clarification.

"She stayed up all night? Well, when I checked her in the room, she was already sleeping. I checked on her exactly at 9 pm," Chewy added.

Believe it or not, she does this all the time, especially when we stay at each other's places. Chewy used to check on us every night like it's a regular thing.

Jeong's chest rises as she takes a deep breath, and within moments, she sits up, directing her gaze at us.

I'm itching to crack up at her eyes, but I'm holding back because it seems serious. Yet, it's a real struggle not to imagine that a tiny extra push on those eye bags, and she'd be channeling her inner panda, complete with the black eye circles. It's like a wildlife makeup tutorial in progress.

We used to be hardcore night owls, burning the midnight oil to wrap up everything. I'm not boasting, but the concept of eyebags was practically nonexistent for us. That's why I find it amusing. Witnessing Jeongyeon in this state is a first for me.

I can't help but wonder, what on earth did Nayeon Im put this poor soul through? It's like she unleashed the nocturnal panda within Jeongyeon.

I notice her mouth slightly open, signaling her intention to speak, but her hesitant eyes reveal uncertainty. She takes another deep breath, as if gathering the courage to express herself.

"Say it, Bud. I know you've been itching since last night to spill it. And I think we can trust Yeji. Whatever she hears from us stays within us," Limario interjects, casting a quick glance at Yeji.

"I won't spill it to anyone, Seniors. Promise," Yeji reassures, raising her right hand.

Despite repeatedly asking her to drop the 'Seniors' title, Yeji insists, and we've given in because, as she claims, it makes her more comfortable.

As far as I can remember, she's close with Ryujin, but I guess she isn't aware that Jeongyeon is courting Ryujin's older sister.

Almost everyone on campus seems oblivious to that fact. I try not to let it bother me, but it's hard to ignore. Regardless of how many times I've visited Rosé in her department, walked her back after lunch, or even accidentally almost held hands in the hallway, other students persist in spreading the rumor that Rosé and Mark are in a relationship, even though he's just courting her. The same goes for Rosé's friends. They even insist Irene has a relationship with Sehun, even though her dislike for him is glaringly obvious. Irene doesn't even try to hide it.

Fully aware that Mark is courting her, even though Rosé has never mentioned it to me, I assume she knows I'm aware of it.

What baffles me is how students can assert something that no one has confirmed. I wonder if Rosé is even aware that, according to the stories circulating among other students, she's supposedly in a relationship with Mark.

"What did she do to you, Yeon? You look so stressed today. I have to admit, I'm still a little surprised how you two reached this stage, considering how you both hella swore at each other. Did you two do something all night long?" Chaeyoung playfully questioned, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking, her expression carrying a mischievous hint.

Our attention shifted from Chaeyoung to Jeong, awaiting her response, while Limario remained nonchalant, just chilling.

I think I guessed it right - Yeji isn't aware of it. She looks confused right now.

Jeongyeon sighed for the thousandth time now.

"We were just texting each other last night. Until our topic shifted to online gaming. She mentioned she used to be a gamer," Jeongyeon finally spoke.

I found it weird why she sounded sad when, technically, among the five of us, she and I are the ones addicted to online games. So, I don't understand why she appears and sounds like something is bothering her about Nayeon being a gamer.

"That's so cool, Jeong. I didn't expect Nayeon is into online gaming as well. So, what's the problem?" I said, genuinely intrigued.

I caught a glimpse of her hesitation through her eyes.

Why did I suddenly feel so nervous out of nowhere?

"You can say it, Bud. There's nothing wrong with it. Your feelings are valid. So, go on. There are a lot of us here to listen," Limario, sitting beside her, encouraged and gave her a reassuring pat on the back.

She gave Limario a small smile and then looked at us. In unison, we nodded, encouraging her to speak up about her thoughts.

"I'm happy she's starting to get friendlier with me now. It's not that I dislike the Nayeon I got used to, the whiny pig I first saw in the airport when we returned from L.A., the girl who loved arguing and throwing shades at me. Lately, I appreciate how she's trying to open up to me about herself. I'm glad she's sharing things with me. Then, last night, she challenged me to play Clash Royale." Jeong said, and I couldn't help but smirk as I watched her smile while talking about Nayeon.

"We were having fun all night. She cursed me all night as well. I'm sure if we were together last night playing, we wouldn't finish the game without me having bruises. You know how brutal that girl is," she paused and chuckled a little. We all laughed as well.

"Then when the game was almost done, she mentioned that she misses the person she met in the same online game a few years ago. I think she said she was a teenager at that time." She continued, but her tone shifted back to sounding bothered again. My smirk dropped, as did the smiles of my squad, except for Chaeyoung and Yeji, who were still grinning ear to ear.

"I assume there is something happening between you, Senior Yeon, and Nayeon Unnie. I get it now," Yeji spoke.

"We understand if you were not aware of it at first, Yeji, since the campus used to ship Nayeon to Byun. But Jeong is courting her just recently," Seul explained.

"Didn't Ryujin tell you? You two are best friends, right? I know she shares everything with you," Chaeyoung added, and I noticed how Yeji's smile dropped as she looked down to her lap for a moment. But she quickly smiled again, shaking her head and saying 'No.'

Chaeyoung's mouth went into a small 'O' in response.

Hmm? I think I can sense something.

"Did our Jeongyeon Yoo feel jealous?" Tzuyu inquired.

Limario simply nodded, confirming.

"Millions of legal documents, a towering stack of jurisprudence volumes, and enough work to sink a battleship never stood a chance against Jeongyeon Yoo. There's nothing that can magically transform your alluring eyes into panda eyes," I said, unable to contain my laughter any longer.

Uncle Yoo knew what he was talking about. The paramount concern for Jeong's future girlfriend should be handling Jeong's jealousy. She inherited Auntie's jealousy, and let me tell you, it's a whole different level of chaos. Our parents' group dates can testify to that - it's like a jealousy-fueled carnival.

I continued laughing, and everyone chuckled along. I could feel Jeong's glare on me.

"Yah, Chu, it's not funny at all!" she protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're so cute when you're jealous, Senior Yeon," Yeji chimed in. I vigorously shook my head in disagreement.

"No, that's revolting. She's not cute when she's jealous, Yeji. She looks like a disgruntled panda," I declared, succumbing to another bout of laughter. Tears welled up in my eyes from the sheer hilarity.

Jeong looks like she's attended the 'Panda Stress Convention' and her eye bags are the VIP ticket holders. Seriously, her eye bags are so dark, they're on a first-name basis with the night. It's like stress and pandas had a party on her face, and the dress code was strictly black eye bags. If you ever need a panda impersonator, just ask Jeong - her eye bags are method actors.

"Is that even funny, Chu?!" Jeong questioned, and her tone hinted at growing annoyance.

This idiot. She never felt a hint of jealousy when she discovered Nayeon was being set up for an arranged marriage by her grandfather. Yet, she's now jealous because Nayeon misses someone she met online. SHE MET ONLINE. And mind you, A LONG TIME AGO.

Yes, Jeong told us about it. Chaeyoung was even mad when she found out, but Jeong asked us not to mention that she told them. Nayeon might get mad at her since she still hadn't shared it with her friends. Don't think Jeongyeon can't be trusted. She just can't help but talk about it, especially since she asked Chaeyoung to look after her as she's Nayeon's cousin.

"Stop laughing, Chu. What you make fun of today might be your reality tomorrow. Don't forget, you're courting The Park Roseanne." Limario said, sounded like she's giving advice or more on she's giving a warning.

I nodded a few times and responded, "I know. I know. It's just that Jeong's jealousy, inherited from Auntie Yeonji, is different. You know what I mean. I swear I've never seen you this stressed in your whole life, Jeong," I said, covering my mouth to suppress my laughter as I looked at her eyes again.

"Aish! Let's get back to practice before I start praying for a worldwide chicken shortage!" Jeong hollered, stomping her feet toward the music speaker to turn it on.

"Yah! Keep my chicken out of your cosmic dramas!" I retorted, giving her a stern look, and she simply rolled her eyes at me.

"You should stop now, Chu, before she manifests a chicken shortage. You know the last time she manifested something to happen, it happened," Seulgi warned.

"Okay, okay, I won't l... l-laugh- pfffff," I attempted to declare seriously, but Jeong's panda stare had me losing it again. I ended up in fits of laughter, accompanied by Chaeyoung and Yeji's giggles. Meanwhile, my squad collectively shook their heads at the comical chaos.

Oh God, good luck dealing with her in the future, Nayeon Im. May the panda-eyed force be with you, I thought and chuckled to myself.

JENNIE'S POV
Saturday, 8:34 am .
AT JYP NATION ACADEMY

(A:/N: I change JYP UNIVERSITY into JYP NATION ACADEMY )

In the hierarchy of esteemed institutions, JYP NATION ACADEMY holds a distinguished position within South Korea, celebrated for its academic excellence and regional influence across South East Asia. While it proudly offers a comprehensive array of courses, it finds itself among other giants in the academic realm. YG INTERNATIONAL UNIVERSITY takes the lead, perched at the pinnacle of the rankings, followed closely by HYBE UNIVERSITY and SM TOWN UNIVERSITY. JYP NATION ACADEMY follows suit, securing its place as a prime choice for those aspiring to receive a well-rounded and top-tier education.

JYP NATION ACADEMY boasts a campus that epitomizes excellence, featuring an impressive array of top-tier facilities. With numerous department buildings catering to their comprehensive course offerings, the campus stands as a testament to their commitment to providing a well-rounded education. From cutting-edge buildings to state-of-the-art sport arenas and theatres, every aspect reflects sophistication.

However, in comparison to this, YG INTERNATIONAL UNIVERSITY (YGIU) takes the lead with a more futuristic design. Although some older buildings are currently under construction, the overall architecture leans towards a forward-looking aesthetic. Despite these differences, both institutions share a common commitment to innovation. YGIU, in particular, consistently pioneers advancements, ensuring that the campus evolves and stays at the forefront of educational and technological progress on an annual basis.

Back in high school, there was a circulating gossip about the founders or owners of the four elite universities, suggesting they were closely connected families or friends. The accuracy of this rumor remained uncertain to me. Even now, the identities of these individuals remain a mystery, leaving me to wonder how many generations in the Kim bloodline will pass before the founder or owner of YGIU is revealed. As I mentioned before, I still have no clue about our university's founder.

*PHEWWWWWW

I released a deep exhale upon hearing Coach CL's whistle, signaling the end of our practice. After a hiatus, this marks our return to handling a volleyball and stepping onto the court. Even though our only upcoming event is a friendship game against JYP SPIKERS at their home court, practicing is crucial. We must enhance our team chemistry, given the limited time for preparation.

"Girls, I'm amazed. Considering you haven't played since deciding to go on hiatus, your performance is impressive. I want to see more of that later," Coach CL praised.

In unison, we responded with a resounding 'Yes, Coach,' then headed towards the bench.

"I suppose a one-year hiatus is quite a long break. I didn't realize JYP's sports arena would be this impressive," Rosé remarked as we took a seat on the bench.

"I really like the combination of blue and yellow on their court. It's pleasing to the eyes." Sana added.

I grabbed my towel to wipe away the sweat. We had started our practice promptly at 6 in the morning.

"Thanks, Bunny," I mumbled appreciatively as Nayeon handed us energy drinks.

"Yeah, I have to agree with you on that," I nodded thoughtfully, taking a moment to reflect. "It's quite fortunate that even after our one-year hiatus, our gameplay hasn't undergone significant changes. Moreover, I've noticed that my stamina still holds up well during extended sets."

Managing my stamina has consistently been my primary challenge, but thankfully, I've been able to keep it under control.

As I made this observation, my gaze shifted towards our dedicated teammates, currently engrossed in their rigorous practice routines. These happen to be the freshmen, showcasing impressive commitment and enthusiasm despite their relatively new journey into collegiate volleyball. It's promising to witness their dedication, and I can't help but appreciate the cohesion building within our team, a blend of experienced players and the fresh energy brought in by these talented newcomers.

"By the way, did you invite Seulgi's squad as well? I texted my Seul last night," Irene inquired, redirecting my attention towards them.

"No, since I expected they would come. I didn't get a chance to talk longer to Jeongyeon last night. Then, she texted me at 5 am, saying she fell asleep," Nayeon responded, engrossed in her phone.

Fell asleep? I don't think so. Well, Lisa bombarded me with questions about Bunny's online gaming addiction until she mentioned the person Bunny met online. Lisa claimed Nayeon had mentioned it to Jeongyeon. No one falls asleep early unless someone gets a bit jealous, I thought to myself.

"But you should still invite her, Bunny," Rosé chimed in, followed by a nod of agreement from Sana.

"Why would I? She slept on me," Nayeon replied nonchalantly, rolling her eyes.

I smirked and teased, "You're upset she slept on you."

"What, Jen? You all know how much I hate it when people fall asleep while having a conversation with me. You know that," Nayeon retorted.

Nayeon's expression shifted to a slight frown, her eyebrows knitting together as she defended her dislike for people falling asleep during conversations. There was a noticeable hint of annoyance in her tone.

"You only hate it when we fall asleep when we're supposed to spill some tea. But you never complain when we doze off during our regular conversations, whether online or in person. Just admit it, you're a bit upset because it's Jeongyeon. You enjoy talking to her every night," I remarked.

"Oh, like when you throw a fit because you haven't seen Lisa for a few minutes? Claiming you hate not seeing people you're close with every day. Yet, I practically vanish for a month during our Hong Kong family vacation, and you're as chill as a cucumber! Is that the 'Jen logic'?" Nayeon quipped, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Someone's feeling feisty today, huh?" I said, chuckling at Nayeon.

"Feisty your ass," Nayeon mumbled, rolling her eyes with a comically exaggerated expression.

"Grumpy bitch as always," I added, playfully mimicking a mock pout, eliciting laughter from the girls.

"Okay, girls, let's get back to my question. How about you three?" Irene interjected, breaking the laughter.

"I invited Tzuyu; she said she'll try. She apologized last night, mentioning some personal commitments," Sana shared, maintaining a small smile that couldn't quite conceal the underlying sadness I could perceive.

Who wouldn't feel that way?

"Tzuyu too? Because Jisoo said the same," Rosé chimed in, her brows furrowed, lips forming a playful pout, and adorable puppy eyes giving an extra touch of cuteness to her inquiry.

Are they all tied up today? It seems like personal commitments are keeping them busy.

"Lisa spread the word to all the student organizations, encouraging every department to watch the game today. I personally invited her yesterday, and she mentioned she'll do her best to make it. Seems like she's caught up with some personal commitments too," I shared.

I'm feeling a tad nervous, not about the friendly match later, but more about the possibility of Lisa not making it. Even though I've mentioned it's just a friendly game, there's this part of me that really wants her to see me back on the court for the first time after the hiatus. It will be her first time watching me play, and that makes it particularly special for me.

After my words, an awkward silence settled in, but suddenly, Irene decided to break the quiet with a theatrical display.

Irene dramatically started fake crying, punctuating each sob with an exaggerated foot kick.

The four of us exchanged bewildered looks, and I couldn't help but shoot her a bemused, judgmental gaze.

What on earth is up with this girl? She's been serving a whole buffet of weirdness lately. What happened to our usually drama-free friend?

Despite our confused and judgmental stares, Irene continued her dramatic act until Sana playfully slapped her lap.

"Yah! Bae, why are you acting like a helpless toddler? Stop that," Sana scolded, hissing at Irene.

Irene stopped but her drama continues. She elegantly extended her fingers, treating them like high-end tissues as she delicately wiped away her fake tears.

We blinked at each other a couple of times, wondering what had happened to make her so unusually quirky these past few days.

Is she on something? Is she high?

"Bae, I know you can put on a show and act like a pro-Oscar-worthy, really. But this particular drama doesn't suit you. You look hilariously weird, Bae, no offense," Rosie chimed in, her words breaking the tension and setting off a chorus of laughter.

That's Rosie, fearlessly calling out the absurdity, all with a touch of innocent humor.

"I can't help it. Seulgi said the same," Irene proclaimed, launching into yet another round of over-the-top fake tears. However, her dramatics hit a snag when Nayeon, armed with a used towel, swiftly covered Irene's mouth.

"It's reaching Oscar levels now, Bae. Cut the drama!"Nayeon scolded, prompting Irene to playfully push her. The room erupted in laughter.

Undeterred, Irene attempted to continue her act, pretending to choke while contorting her face into a deliberately exaggerated expression of disgust.

"Yah! Did you think your sweat tastes good?! It's salty, bitch!" Irene exclaimed, retaliating by throwing the towel back at Nayeon.

"Stop being a weirdo then!" Nayeon said.

"I never was!" Irene shouted back.

"You never were? No! Lately, you always are!" Nayeon retorted.

I shook my head at them. They continued to exchange words, and Sana and Rosie were frantically trying to intervene before it escalated into a full-blown argument.

I didn't pay them much mind as I directed my attention to the court. Only our players were present. According to Coach CL, JYP's players were in the other arena. We are currently here in their outdoor arena.

As I checked my phone, the time showed it's already 9:00 am, just 30 minutes before the game starts.

Right as the realization of time hit us, we heard a whistle from Coach.

"Girls, proceed to the locker room now to prepare. The game will start in 30 minutes. Do your girl stuff and be ready!" Coach CL instructed, and we quickly followed.

I glanced at my phone one last time.

I hope you can make it here, Lisa.

THIRD PERSON'S POV
JYP'S OUTDOOR ARENA
Time Check: 9:10 am

With the game set to start in 20 minutes, the arena was nearly filled with students from both JYP NATION ACADEMY and YG INTERNATIONAL UNIVERSITY. There were even some students from other elite universities joining the audience.

While the spectators were undeniably excited, the girls couldn't shake off the nervousness they felt. Without explicitly confirming it to each other, there was an unspoken anxiety among them that the squad wouldn't show up for today's friendly match against JYP SPIKERS. Let's say they had put in a lot of effort to impress them a little.

Ten minutes were consumed by the introduction of teams, players, and coaches, accompanied by short opening speeches from the two university principals and a speech from the president of the Women's Volleyball University League.

Now, at 9:20, the girls couldn't help but feel even more anxious. It might not be obvious to Nayeon, but she was low-key checking every entrance of the arena, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person with a pair of amber eyes.

They were just waiting for the game to start, standing on their side bench.

"What the heck?!" Jennie mumbled under her breath, her face turning mad as she noticed someone in the audience.

The other girls followed Jennie's gaze. All of them gritted their teeth simultaneously upon seeing Kai, Chanyeol, Mark, Sehun, and the unexpected presence of Baekhyun. The boys waved at them.

Their anxiety swiftly turned into fury.

"Let's just ignore him, or I should say, them," Nayeon said, giving Baekhyun a cold stare before turning around to face the opposite side.

Irene, Rosie, and Sana quickly followed Nayeon, turning to face the opposite side of the arena. Meanwhile, Jennie took a moment to stare at Baekhyun. Her feline eyes remained blank, leaving onlookers unable to decipher what was going on in her head. Fueled by fury at the sight of the guy, she didn't notice Kai waving at her. Unintentionally, she ignored him and turned to join the others, facing the opposite side of the arena.

As the players geared up to start the first set, a familiar voice cut through the anticipation.

"Hey, girls! Nice to see you back on the court. Good luck to us!" Jihyo approached the other side of the bench where the YG Lady Warriors were, exuding confidence as one of the JYP Spikers' first six caliber players.

"Couz," Rosé mumbled, embracing her cousin with a side hug.

"Jihyo, I haven't seen you at Rosie's house lately. Nice to see you here. Good luck to us indeed," Sana said, flashing a smile that carried the unspoken message.

Sana's smile practically screamed, 'I still remember it!' It was the kind of smile that held a secret grudge, as if she had a mental scorecard for the last time they met in Rosie's house.

The rest of the girls greeted Jihyo warmly, and after a brief exchange, she gracefully returned to her team's bench.

"I think they can't make it," Rosie uttered, her eyes scanning the arena, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

The collective sigh from the girls echoed deeply in unison.

"I think they are indeed bus-"

"Coach CL!"

Jennie was abruptly cut off when a male voice resonated loudly from the audience. YG students in the crowd started making excited noises, while JYP students and those from different universities whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed on certain individuals.

All the players of YG Lady Warriors, coaching staff, and Coach CL turned toward the source of the voice. Coach CL immediately recognized the voice, and her once-smiley face swiftly shifted to a deadpan expression.

As the crowd erupted into liveliness, Jennie, Rosie, Irene, Nayeon, and Sana found themselves caught in a moment frozen in time.

Jennie's gaze instinctively sought the source of the voice, and within that fleeting moment, her eyes locked onto Lisa. A subtle, knowing smile graced Lisa's lips-a gesture so nuanced, yet laden with a treasure trove of shared memories. In that precious interval, the cacophony of the crowd faded into a distant hum, leaving only the soft echo of their exchanged glances.

The butterflies that had fluttered in Jennie's stomach erupted into a joyous frenzy at the sight of the person she had eagerly awaited. Even the slightest hope of Lisa's presence had become a beacon of anticipation. As their eyes met, a gummy smile began to spread across Jennie's face, mirroring the unspoken connection between them. It was a smile that spoke volumes, an uncontainable expression of happiness that unfolded like a blooming flower.

Lisa, witnessing the transformation, reciprocated with a smile of relief. It was a silent acknowledgment that she had succeeded in bringing joy to the girl standing across the court. The shared exchange of smiles became a language of its own—a language that only they understood.

Jennie unconsciously touched her chest, feeling her heart beating faster at the warmth that emanated from Lisa's charming smile. It was as if Lisa's smile had the magical ability to reach beyond the surface and touch the very core of Jennie's being.

Now, Jennie stands on the court, her gaze filled with determination and a newfound energy. The exchanged smiles with Lisa have not only brought a gummy grin to her face but also ignited a fire within her. It's as if the mere presence of the person she's been eagerly waiting for has injected an extra dose of enthusiasm into her veins.

"My tall annoying creature made it," Jennie murmured to herself, her gaze fixed on Lisa, as if the possessive 'my' slipped out naturally and unconsciously.

Rosie, perpetually composed, found herself captivated by the sight of Jisoo. As their eyes locked in a brief yet profound connection, the bustling arena seemed to metamorphose into a whimsical stage, a setting uniquely crafted for them. Beneath Rosie's usual calm exterior, a subtle excitement danced in her eyes, adding a touch of enchantment to the moment.

Jisoo, acknowledging Rosie with a wave, became the focal point of Rosie's gaze, transforming her surroundings into a dreamy backdrop. The world, for that moment, existed solely in the exchange of glances between them.

Unable to contain her joy, Rosie playfully quipped to herself, "I'll treat her to a bunch of chicken wings for making it here," chuckling softly. Despite her light-hearted joke, Rosie's eyes remained fixated on Jisoo, caught in the enchantment of the connection they shared in that magical arena.

Initially upset by the presence of the boys, Irene experienced a change in emotion as soon as she saw Seulgi. Seulgi's gaze, usually guarded, emitted a warmth that had the ability to soften even the most resilient parts of Irene's heart. Irene's upset expression transformed into a happy smile, eventually blossoming into a wide and genuine one. Seulgi, known for her charming nature, wink at the brunette.

Irene's hormones, stirred by the magnetic pull between them, tempted her with the thought of running and throwing herself into Seulgi's arms. Grateful for a semblance of sanity, Irene managed to restrain herself, although the desire lingered palpably. Seulgi, attuned to Irene's body language, chuckled lightly, understanding the silent yearning in Irene's eyes. She recalled the times when Irene would run towards her for a comforting hug.

"That's mine," Irene mumbled under her breath, a proud smirk gracing her face, as she surveyed the other girls in the arena who were unmistakably checking Seulgi out. Irene couldn't help but revel in the possessive satisfaction of claiming her territory amidst the unintentional admirers.

Nayeon, with her playful spirit, locked eyes with Jeongyeon, only to playfully roll her eyes, eliciting a chuckle from Jeongyeon. Despite Nayeon's attempt to keep the atmosphere light-hearted, she couldn't suppress the giddy feeling that seeing Jeongyeon always stirred within her.

In an effort to lift Nayeon's spirits, Jeongyeon smoothly mimicked Nayeon's celebratory dance, prompting wide-eyed shock from Nayeon. However, the shock quickly transformed into waves of joy when Jeongyeon flashed a broad smile, causing Nayeon to burst into giggles.

"Oh God, I swear if she messes up my signature dance, I'll kill her," Nayeon playfully mumbled between laughs.

Sana, who had nearly lost hope earlier, felt her heart flutter at the sight of Tzuyu. Their eyes locked, and for a suspended moment, the world outside the arena seemed to disappear.

She could hear nothing except the resonant echoes of her heart, each beat seemingly synchronized with Tzuyu's presence. Every encounter with the blue-eyed Taiwanese triggered a symphony within her chest. Her heart danced to the rhythm of Tzuyu's existence, a melodic composition that played only for them. The sight of those blue ocean eyes induced a subtle yet delightful panic, like waves crashing against the shore of her emotions.

A dreamy smile danced on her lips as everything around her seemed to slow down. Tzuyu's movements, the way she walked, and the gradual unveiling of her smile-all unfolded in a mesmerizing, unhurried rhythm.

For a brief second, Sana unconsciously checked Jihyo on the other side of the court.

"Sorry, not sorry, my dear Jihyo. That bookworm is into me," Sana whispered to herself, giggling, and redirected her attention back to Tzuyu.

As the girls and squad reveled in the joy of seeing each other, Coach CL's expression remained blank, resisting any clear emotion.

"Good morning, Coach CL."

"What are you doing here, Coach Lee?" Coach CL inquired nonchalantly, while Coach Lee grinned widely after he warmly greeted the volleyball coach.

The girls, caught up in the moment, instinctively bowed their heads in respect to Coach Lee. Simultaneously, the squad mirrored the gesture, showing their respect to Coach CL. She responded with a subtle smile directed at them before turning her focus back to the basketball coach.

"Didn't you suppose to be in the crowd?" Coach CL asked with a cold tone.

Coach Lee grinned shyly, scratching his nape in response. "I just came here to assist them in getting here. These are my new players in my team," he explained.

Coach CL shifted her gaze to the squad, but both the girls and the squad seemed captivated, exchanging shy glances and charming smiles, oblivious to the people around them. The girls transformed into bashful figures, while the squad stood tall, confidently presenting themselves, their smiles adding a charming touch to the moment.

"Is there anything to do with my girls here?" Coach CL asked, maintaining her cold demeanor toward the basketball coach.

"You can ask your girls, though. They know them. Besides, they just want to wish them good luck," Coach Lee replied, his wide smile hiding a hint of nervousness. He subtly bumped Lisa, seeking her assistance in this situation.

Given the restricted access to the court and benches, limited to players, coaches, cameramen, and personnel, the squad found themselves unable to approach the girls directly and offer their best wishes before the game. Seeking a solution, they enlisted Coach Lee's help, who, leveraging his coaching credentials, assisted them in getting closer to the girls.

Behind Coach Lee's friendly exterior, there was a nervous undertone. The imposing presence of the volleyball coach was starting to intimidate him.

With Coach Lee standing in front of Coach CL and the squad facing the girls.

"Quick, wish them luck now before the dragon here roasts me with her anti-romantic flames. No hugs or kisses, or I might not make it out alive," Coach Lee secretly whispered to Lisa, a message that undoubtedly reached the ears of the rest of the squad.

Coach CL's intense, blank stare never wavered, keeping Coach Lee on edge.

"Why didn't you mention your ex is so intimidating, Uncle Lee?" Lisa whispered back with a sly grin, exchanging amused glances with Coach CL, who was giving them a blank stare. Coach Lee managed a strained smile, his eyes almost lost, attempting to mask his nervousness and keep their whispered conversation under wraps.

The girls noticed Coach CL's shift in mood, but they were well aware of her strict stance on players displaying romance, especially during games or practices. However, they couldn't quite fathom her coldness towards Coach Lee, unaware of the shared history between the two.

"Good morning, Coach CL. I'm Lisa, and this is my squad. We're here just to wish them good luck. We hope it's okay with you," Lisa spoke on behalf of the squad.

Coach CL nodded, "Yes, just make it short, President Manoban," she said. The squad smiled in response.

"Thank you for letting them," Coach Lee added, but his words were met with cold silence. Coach CL's eyes remained fixed on the girls and the squad, guarding against any romantic gestures. Although she hadn't received any confirmation from the girls about their relationship with the squad, she could sense what was going on between them.

The girls couldn't help but smile at the squad, noticing them wearing their jerseys. Lisa wore Jennie's jersey, Jisoo wore Rosie's, Seulgi had Irene's, Jeongyeon wore Nayeon's, and Tzuyu had Sana's. They had purchased them from the merch store before entering the arena.

The girls didn't notice it at first, overwhelmed with excitement and joy upon seeing them. Blushing, they observed the squad wearing their jerseys.

"Hi! Good luck! I'm rooting for you and your team. Win it, okay, Captain?" Lisa playfully tried to sound bossy, making Jennie playfully roll her eyes and chuckle.

As Lisa's smile softened, her voice took on a tender tone. "I'll treat you to your favorite ice cream after the game. Just make sure there are no injuries, okay? You can be a monster out there, but be careful. Don't hurt yourself," she said, gently patting Jennie's head.

"I will! Secure my vanilla ice cream, President Manoban!" Jennie said, winking.

Lisa's ears turned red in reaction to Jennie's wink.

"You look so good in your sportswear, Angel," Jisoo complimented, her heart-shaped lips forming a smile. Rosie shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, blushing in response.

"Just give me signals if you're getting hungry, and I'll buy you everything you want. Just enjoy the game! I'm excited to witness your game for the first time! Go, Angel!" Jisoo cheered, almost forgetting her attempt to hug Rosie. However, a fake cough from Coach CL reminded her of the strict rules.

Jisoo stepped back a little scratching her nape, and Rosie pouted, glancing at Coach CL with puppy eyes.

"Can I get the hug later instead? You might lose your arms if you do it right now," Rosie whispered, innocently giggling.

Jisoo chuckled and nodded, agreeing to postpone the hug for a safer time.

"Ireneshi, take care of yourself while playing there, okay? I want to see your signature twerk if possible," Seulgi joked and chuckled, causing Irene's eyes to widen.

"Where did you see that, my baby bear?" Irene genuinely asked, feeling a little embarrassed.

Seulgi chuckled again, revealing, "We watched your season games' tapes." Irene's mouth slightly opened, and she smiled, remembering how playful she was during every game they had.

"Let's go out for lunch after the game. My treat, Ireneshi," Seulgi offered, and Irene didn't hesitate to accept. Overwhelmed with excitement about being with Seulgi later, she momentarily forgot the people inside the arena and threw herself at Seulgi's arm.

Coach CL quickly walked over to them.

"Ehem!" Coach CL faked a cough and smoothly separated Irene from Seulgi.

"My rules, Bae," Coach CL declared, noticing Irene's silent whining. Irene, unable to contain her excitement, was practically itching to feel Seulgi's presence.

Seizing a moment when Coach CL turned her back to return to her position, Irene attempted another hug with Seulgi.

"Behave, Bae," Coach CL declared, shooting Irene a look that could cool down a burning volcano.

Irene quickly stepped back and behaved in her place, but she continued to mumble under her breath, whining about the missed opportunity to hug Seulgi.

"What's up, drop-dead gorgeous?" Jeongyeon spoke, smirking.

Nayeon, embracing the compliment, responded with a playful twirl, her hair cascading gracefully. The sight brought forth giggles from Jeongyeon.

"Oh, I thought you were busy, considering the girls mentioned your squad had personal commitments. I assumed you did too," Nayeon said, attempting not to sound too interested.

"Watching your game is one of my personal commitments, though," Jeongyeon smoothly replied, causing a blush to creep across Nayeon's cheeks.

Nayeon looked up, trying to hide the blush. "Oh, there's the sky. It's blue! Oh! It's a plane; it's a bird!" she exclaimed, pointing above.

Jeongyeon shook her head, smiling ear to ear.

"Good luck, Nayeon."

Jeongyeon's deep, soothing voice cut through Nayeon's antics. Her chest rose abnormally faster, and her eyes fixated on Jeongyeon's mesmerizing gaze.

Jeongyeon calling her name felt unusual, but it was a welcomed kind of unusual. Nayeon's lips unconsciously curled into a sweet smile as she nodded.

"Thank you, Jeongyeon," she softly said.

"Let them see what you've got. I'll cheer for you," Jeongyeon declared, gently tapping Nayeon's chin.

Nayeon slightly shivered from the contact, another unfamiliar sensation she found herself enjoying.

"No, I'll show you what I've got," Nayeon uttered, playfully smirking.

"I'm glad you made it here," Sana said, a radiant smile lighting up her face, revealing just how genuinely happy she was to see Tzuyu.

"I didn't want to miss anything, especially not your game. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you back on the court, Ms. Right Side Hitter," Tzuyu added, eliciting a delightful giggle from Sana.

"I understand that you're busy, so I assumed you made an effort to come here. Thank you," Sana uttered, her hands playing behind her back in a cute manner - a habit she couldn't help but fall into whenever she was in front of Tzuyu.

"You hold a special place in my life. Despite my numerous commitments, each aspect of you has a dedicated space in my schedule. I'm here to cheer you on. So, best of luck, Sana! And I understand injuries are part of the game, but do your best to steer clear of them, alright? Enjoy the game," Tzuyu expressed warmly, pinching Sana's cheeks.

Sana responded with a wide smile, her happiness overflowing in that moment.

YG students in the crowd began speculating about the nature of the relationship between the girls and the squad. As for other students, their intrigue heightened, fueled by the fact that most of them had likely heard numerous stories about the squad. Distance proved to be no obstacle for the relentless spread of gossip. In the interconnected web of universities across South Korea, a rumor emanating from one institution could swiftly traverse the entire network.

Coach Lee, witnessing the heartwarming display, couldn't help but gush, "Aw, my baby giants are so in love." complete with an exaggerated hand clasp.

Coach CL, always on guard, coldly questioned, "What are you whispering?"

Still captivated by the scene, Coach Lee casually mumbled, "Nothing that concerns your anti-romantic empire," earning an arched brow from Coach CL.

"What did you say, Lee?!" she demanded, her voice a touch louder, hands firmly planted on her hips, eyebrows shooting up in a display of both authority and annoyance.

"Nothing, CL," Coach Lee innocently replied, wearing a smile as genuine as a knock-off designer bag.

Rolling her eyes so dramatically it could have won an award, Coach CL crossed her arms and announced, "COACH CL, correction. Don't call me by my name."

"COACH LEE, correction. Don't call me by my name," Coach Lee parroted with an exaggerated eye roll.

As the girls observed the peculiar exchange between the coaches, expressions of confusion and curiosity played across their faces. Simultaneously, the squad members, fixating their gaze on Coach Lee, communicated a silent message through meaningful stares, prompting Coach Lee to promptly understand the unspoken signals.

Coach Lee dramatically scanned the arena, exclaiming, "Oh, snap! What is that?!" feigning surprise.

With a grand gesture, he pointed emphatically to the other side of the court, prompting Coach CL to turn her attention in that direction.

"Goodness, is that for real?!" Coach Lee persisted in his performance, complete with exaggerated gestures, slyly winking at the squad as a secret signal.

Seizing the opportunity, the squad swiftly initiated a group hug with the girls. Lisa playfully lifted Jennie off the ground, a burst of excitement evident in her actions. Jennie, caught off guard, nearly squealed but managed to cover her mouth, erupting into giggles. Taking advantage of the close proximity, Lisa discreetly planted a kiss on Jennie's shoulder, whispering, "From now on, I'll be your cheerleader, Nini."

Beside them, Jisoo enveloped Rosie in a tight hug, taking the chance to indulge in the sweet scent of the Aussie's vanilla-scented hair. Rosie reciprocated, contentedly inhaling the fragrance of Jisoo's perfume while embracing her just as tightly.

Seizing the moment when Coach CL was momentarily distracted by Coach Lee, the pair that had been separated earlier wasted no time. Irene swiftly threw herself into Seulgi's arms, nearly levitating as she intertwined her hands at Seulgi's nape while Seulgi's hands found their place on her waist.

Nayeon, taken aback by Jeongyeon's unexpected hug, hesitated for a second before responding with equal enthusiasm. Jeongyeon playfully squeezed her in a gentle embrace, eliciting silent joyful giggles from Nayeon.

Sana found comfort in hiding at Tzuyu's neck, seizing the chance to immerse herself in the subtle scent of the blue-eyed Taiwanese. Tzuyu, in turn, could sense the warmth of Sana's smile through her skin, the gentle touch of the girl's lips grazing her neck. With a tender caress, Tzuyu whispered words of encouragement to Sana for one last time.

They swiftly disentangled themselves from the hugs when Coach CL's stern voice cut through the air, "Are you kidding me, Lee?! It's just a mascot for the game!" She redirected her attention to the girls, one eyebrow raised in a mix of annoyance and amusement, observing the girls grinning from ear to ear, while the squad maintained poker faces.

"Oh, is that so?" Coach Lee feigned innocence, squinting his eyes dramatically to get a better view of the mascot walking on the other side of the court. "I didn't see it clearly. I suppose it's time for a consultation with my ophthalmologist. My eyesight seems to be on a downhill journey," he continued with a playful tone.

Coach CL responded with a disdainful gesture, rolling her eyes in response to his antics. In a hushed tone, she muttered, " You might want to schedule a brain check-up ASAP. Your thoughts are throwing a surprise party, and your common sense didn't get the invitation!" The subtle sarcasm in her words hinted at her frustration with basketball coach's behavior.

Coach Lee, brushing off Coach CL's exaggerated eye-roll, teased, "Sure thing, Coach CL. Adding it to my never-ending to-do list." Sporting an innocent grin reminiscent of a mischievous toddler, he strolled toward the squad, hands nonchalantly behind his back, prepared for the next endeavor - escaping before Coach CL had a chance to morph into a fire-breathing dragon and unleash a verbal inferno.

"I guess they've already finished wishing them good luck, right, guys? Let's go!" Coach Lee spoke again, positioning himself at the center and spreading his long arms to guide the squad's shoulders, urging them to turn.

"Let's head to our seats now. I can't breathe properly here," Coach Lee whispered, gently pushing them to move. "By the way, good luck, girls!" He glanced over his shoulder one last time before they walked away, leaving the girls giggling silently.

"Girls, I'll be keeping a watchful eye on each of you," Coach CL warned with a stern expression, her voice carrying an air of authority. "First six, get ready!" she instructed, her commands sharp and precise. The girls, responded with solemn nods while doing their best to hide their blushes.

"What in the world is Coach Lee up to? Is he actually assisting those bitches?" Kai muttered with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, his fists tightly clenched in his lap, his eyes locked on the unfolding scenario.

"He's even more close with them than us. I can't help but wonder how Coach knows them so well. I can't shake off the memory of how Coach recruited them without any hesitation, despite them being transfer students. Coach should have considered putting them through the tryout process, but no, he swiftly brought them into the team," Chanyeol remarked with a serious tone, his gaze following Coach Lee and the squad closely. The air was thick with a blend of suspicion, frustration, and a lingering sense of injustice as they observed the coach's seemingly preferential treatment.

"What are you trying to say?" Mark questioned, his brow furrowing as he sought clarity in the midst of the unfolding situation. The tension in the air was noticeable, and Mark's inquiry hung expectantly.

"Perhaps they know each other," Baehkyun intervened, offering a suggestion that hinted at a web of connections beyond the surface.

The atmosphere was charged with curiosity and a desire to unravel the mystery behind Coach Lee's seemingly close relationship with the squad.

"If it's true, Coach Lee is displaying a level of unprofessionalism that's quite disheartening. He should prioritize fairness in his decisions," Sehun muttered, his voice carrying a blend of disappoinment and frustration.

ANNOUNCER OF THE GAME:
In today's eagerly anticipated friendly matchup, the stage is set as our very own JYP SPIKERS take on the visiting YG LADY WARRIORS!

The announcer's voice resonated through the arena, echoing the teams' names and igniting a surge of energy among the spectators. The crowd erupted into cheers, the sounds merging into a harmonious cacophony as a tangible wave of enthusiasm swept across the venue.

The anticipation reached a crescendo as the announcer declared the commencement of the game. The arena, previously abuzz with murmurs, roared to life, a sea of fans cheering for their respective teams. The air crackled with the electricity of competition, setting the stage for a thrilling encounter between the JYP SPIKERS and the YG LADY WARRIORS.

With a determined stance, Captain Jennie roared, "Unleash the warrior within!" as she raised her right fist assertively.

In perfect synchronization, her teammates echoed the sentiment, exclaiming, "In unity, we conquer!" while lifting their fists in solidarity.

In the crowd, YG students erupted into cheers, shouting the team's name with infectious enthusiasm, turning the arena into a sea of supportive voices.

ANNOUNCER OF THE GAME:
Now, let's kick off the excitement as we introduce the starting lineup for the YG LADY WARRIORS hitting the court:

First up, making moves and rocking jersey number 13, we've got Nancy Mcdonie bringing that dynamic energy!

Next in line, the versatile and ready-for-action player, wearing number 96, it's Minatozaki Sana!

Keep an eye out for the finesse and strategic plays from jersey number 22, the one and only Im Nayeon!

Moving on, jersey number 29 belongs to the quick-on-her-feet and team player extraordinaire, Bae Irene!

Elegant skills and a force on the court, that's our player in jersey number 11, Park Roseanne!

And at the helm, leading this stellar squad, give it up for our captain at number 16, the one and only Jennie Ruby Jane Kim!

In a seamless display of unity, the YG Lady Warriors' starting lineup jogged toward the center near the net, forming a steadfast line. The spectators, once again ignited with fervor, roared to life, showering the players with cheers that echoed through the arena.

A swell of pride surged through the squad as they rose from their seats, their applause ringing in earnest support for the girls. With a perfectly coordinated gesture, they raised their thumbs up in unison, a synchronized display of encouragement, precisely timed as the girls glanced in their direction.

"Oh, snap! Slay it like queens, Unnies!" Chanty cheered, waving her cute 'Slay Unnies' big ass placard like a pro fan. Her chill friend Yue sat beside her, keeping it cool.

And guess what? Chanty was rocking Jennie's jersey shirt, giving off those adorable superfan vibes.

However, this seemingly innocuous exchange didn't go unnoticed by the boys, whose frustration had been building even before the game commenced. The atmosphere around them crackled with tension as their blood boiled with resentment towards the squad.

To their dismay, it became increasingly apparent that the girls didn't acknowledge them in the same way they did the squad. This subtle yet impactful detail acted as a catalyst, escalating the boys' frustrations and adding an extra layer of tension to the already brewing rivalry between them and the squad.

ANNOUNCER OF THE GAME:
Now, let's direct your attention to the stellar starting lineup of the host for this exciting matchup-the JYP Spikers! Get ready to witness an incredible display of skill and teamwork from these exceptional athletes!

Kicking off the lineup is the talented Choi Yunjin, proudly donning jersey number 16. Watch for her strategic moves and game-changing plays that set the tone for the game!

Following suit is the versatile Kim Jiwoo, bringing her dynamic presence to the court with jersey number 13!

At the heart of the action, we have Park Jihyo, a commanding force in jersey number 1. Anticipate her influential plays that can shape the course of the game!

Contributing to the team's strength is the athletic Yeh Shu Hua, showcasing her prowess in jersey number 6!

Adding to the formidable lineup is Lee Chaeryeong, displaying her skills at jersey number 5!

And last but certainly not least, leading the charge as the team captain, we have the incredible Chonnasorn Sajakul at number 18. Get ready for her leadership and skillful maneuvers that will undoubtedly leave a lasting impact on this matchup!

Stay tuned for an electrifying game as the JYP Spikers' starting lineup takes center stage!

The anticipation in the air reached its peak as the JYP Spikers' starting lineup confidently made their way to the center near the net to exchange handshakes with their counterparts from the YG Lady Spikers. A warm and friendly atmosphere enveloped the court as players from both teams greeted each other with genuine smiles, setting the tone for a spirited match.

In this moment of sportsmanship, a subtle yet meaningful interaction unfolded between Sana from YG Lady Warriors and Jihyo from JYP Spikers. As their hands met in a firm handshake, Sana's expression took on a deeper significance, a meaningful smile directed at Jihyo, who seemed unaware of the unspoken exchange.

Sana subtly increased the pressure as she squeezed Jihyo's hand, wearing a smile that lacked its usual sweetness while quietly muttering, "Good luck." The girls, particularly Nayeon and Rosie, keenly sensed the underlying tension emanating from Sana.

"This game is definitely not going to end without some chaos, that's for sure," Nayeon whispered to Rosie, letting out a chuckle.

The teams meticulously arrange themselves on the volleyball court, with the YG Lady Warriors poised on the left court and the JYP Spikers strategically positioned on the right. It's a moment of anticipation as the JYP Spikers, as the gracious hosts, prepare to initiate the game by serving the ball with a sense of ceremonial responsibility.

The atmosphere is charged with the promise of an exciting match, each player ready to showcase their skills in this eagerly awaited friendly match up.

The initial blast of the referee's whistle reverberates, marking the cue for the player to serve. Jihyo, with deliberate composure, positions herself on the serving spot, her stance exuding confidence as she firmly clutches the volleyball in her hands. Before initiating the serve, she scans the crowd, seeking a connection, and her eyes alight upon Tzuyu. A warm smile graces Jihyo's face, met with a nod of acknowledgment from Tzuyu.

The YG Lady Warriors are dead serious, eyes glued to Jihyo, while Sana can't hide her amusement at Jihyo's crowd-checking move.

"Classic Jihyo move - gotta spot Tzuyu before serving, because volleyball is apparently a search and serve mission now. Pure genius. Talk about next-level strategy. Tsk," Sana scoffs, her eyes rolling with a casual mix of sarcasm and amusement.

With a bright smile, Jihyo did her pre-serving ritual. Bouncing the ball lightly on the court, she gauges the perfect rhythm before smoothly lifting it into the air. The crowd's murmurs hush as Jihyo's focus intensifies.

In a swift, controlled motion, she swings her serving arm, connecting with the ball at the peak of its ascent. The ball leaves her hand with a satisfying thud, spinning gracefully through the air. Jihyo's expertise is evident in the precision of her serve - it arcs over the net, a formidable trajectory that demands attention from the opposing team.

As the ball crosses the net, the YG Lady Warriors track its path with laser-like focus, readying themselves for the impending play. Jihyo's serve is a blend of skill and finesse, setting the stage for the dynamic exchanges that define the game.

Jennie, strategically positioned at the forefront, quickly signals the play to her teammates. Rosie, the agile outside hitter, anticipates the ball's trajectory with keen eyes, ready to initiate the team's offensive move.

Irene, the diligent libero, positions herself with lightning reflexes, preparing to receive any incoming attacks. Meanwhile, Nayeon, the defensive specialist, locks onto the ball's path, calculating the optimal defensive strategy. Sana, the powerful right side hitter, and Nancy, the imposing middle blocker, stand ready for whatever challenge lies ahead.

As Jihyo's serve sails gracefully through the open arena, Rosie, the dynamic outside hitter for the YG Lady Warriors, reacts swiftly. With impeccable timing, she propels herself into the air, executing a powerful spike that propels the ball towards the JYP Spikers' court.

Chaeryeong Lee, the agile outside hitter for the JYP Spikers, positions herself for the incoming attack. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dives low, successfully receiving Rosie's fierce spike. The crowd erupts in cheers as the rally begins, setting the tone for an intense exchange of skill and strategy.

Irene, the YG Lady Warriors' libero, expertly controls the ball's trajectory, delivering a precise set to Captain Jennie. Seizing the opportunity, Jennie orchestrates a strategic play, distributing the ball with finesse. Nayeon, the defensive specialist, makes a quick move, sending a well-placed pass to Sana, the powerful right side hitter.

Sana, with a determined focus, leaps into the air and unleashes a thunderous spike. However, Shu Hua, the JYP Spikers' libero, showcases exceptional defensive skills, managing to dig the ball with precision. The rally continues, with both teams displaying remarkable teamwork and athleticism in this thrilling exchange of spikes, blocks, and saves.

In the midst of the exhilarating rally, as the ball hurtles back and forth between the YG Lady Warriors and the JYP Spikers, Captain Jennie seizes a strategic opportunity. With a swift and calculated move, she sets up Rosie for another powerful attack.

Rosie, fueled by determination, charges forward and delivers a lightning-fast spike that catches the JYP Spikers off guard. Despite their valiant efforts, the ball ricochets off the block attempt, landing on the JYP Spikers' side of the court. The crowd erupts in cheers as the YG Lady Warriors secure the first point of the game.

Jennie, with a triumphant smile, rallies her teammates, exchanging high-fives and acknowledging their seamless teamwork. The YG Lady Warriors take a moment to regroup, capitalizing on their momentum as they prepare for the next serve in this thrilling volleyball showdown under the open arena sky.

The arena echoed with thunderous applause as the YG Lady Warriors secured the first point.

Chanty, Chaeyoung, and Ryujin, fervent supporters of the YG Lady Warriors, stood up in unison, ensuring their cheers resonated across the arena. Their voices blended with the collective roar of the crowd, creating an electric atmosphere.

Jisoo, watching the game with keen interest, couldn't help but express her admiration. As she clapped enthusiastically, she mumbled, "Wow. So Chaennie is their duo. Now I understand," recognizing the undeniable chemistry between Jennie and Rosie that contributed to the team's impressive early performance.

After the exhilarating celebration following Rosie's powerful spike, Nayeon, the defensive specialist for the YG Lady Warriors, confidently steps up to the service line. With a serious expression, she takes a moment to focus on her serve, blocking out the surrounding cheers and maintaining her composure.

The crowd falls into a hushed anticipation as Nayeon bounces the ball lightly on the sandy court. Channeling her energy, she unleashes a precise and controlled serve, sending the ball sailing over the net with a swift motion. The JYP Spikers, regrouping after the previous point, quickly react, preparing for the incoming serve.

Sorn, the setter and captain of the JYP Spikers, tracks the trajectory of Nayeon's serve, delivering a spot-on pass to Chaeryeong, the outside hitter.

Chaeryeong attempts a skillful attack, but Irene, the YG Lady Warriors' libero, makes a spectacular dig, saving the ball from touching the ground.

Capitalizing on Irene's defensive prowess, Captain Jennie swiftly orchestrates the counterattack. The ball travels seamlessly from Jennie to Rosie, who executes a quick and deceptive feint, catching the JYP Spikers off guard. The ball lands untouched on the opponent's side, securing the YG Lady Warriors their second consecutive point.

The squad stood there, jaws dropping in amazement, overwhelmed with pride for the girls. Chaeyoung and Chanty couldn't contain their excitement, breaking into a spontaneous dance while energetically waving their oversized placards.

What a fine woman, Lisa thought her eyes watching Jennie attentively.

With the score standing at 2-0 in favor of the YG Lady Warriors, Nayeon confidently steps back to the service line. The crowd, still buzzing with the thrill of the previous points, watches in anticipation as she takes a deep breath, focusing on the upcoming serve.

Nayeon's eyes lock onto a spot on the opposing side of the court, her concentration unwavering. Bouncing the ball with precision, she gauges the timing for her serve. The arena falls into a momentary silence before Nayeon unleashes a powerful and well-placed serve, sending the ball over the net with a satisfying thud.

The JYP Spikers, determined to turn the tide, react swiftly. Sorn, their captain and setter, skillfully positions herself to receive Nayeon's serve, delivering a precise pass to Shu Hua, the libero. The rally intensifies as both teams engage in a series of quick exchanges, showcasing their agility and teamwork.

Sana, the right side hitter for the YG Lady Warriors, anticipates the perfect moment. As the ball comes her way, she leaps into action, delivering a thunderous spike that propels the ball toward the JYP Spikers' side. The opponents scramble, but the ball touches down untouched, securing the YG Lady Warriors their third consecutive point.

The arena erupts in cheers, the crowd's excitement reaching new heights.

The girls exchanged congratulatory pats on each other's backsides, a silent acknowledgment of their collective effort.

"Let's wrap this up quickly, ladies. We need an early break. It's Saturday, and you know we've got academics waiting," Nancy quipped with a playful tone, prompting nods and giggles from her teammates as they regrouped into their positions.

Nancy, a seasoned player and a gem in the championships for the last two consecutive years, shares a unique camaraderie with the team. Having been with the girls since their rookie days in the first year, she's known for her formidable skills as a strong middle blocker.

Meanwhile, Tzuyu rises gracefully from her seat in the crowd, her eyes fixed on Sana as she effortlessly scores a point. In that moment, Sana, on the court, looks up, and their gazes intertwine. A subtle smile passes between them. Jihyo notices it and just furrowed her brows for a moment in curiosity.

Nayeon, determined to maintain the YG Lady Warriors' momentum, steps up for the next serve. The crowd watches with bated breath as she sends the ball over the net, initiating another intense rally.

The JYP Spikers, fueled by the desire to turn the tide, respond with a coordinated effort. Sorn, their captain and setter, skillfully maneuvers the ball, setting up a precise play. Chaeryeong, the agile outside hitter, seizes the opportunity and delivers a powerful spike that evades the YG Lady Warriors' defenses.

Despite the YG Lady Warriors' valiant efforts, the ball lands on their side, securing the JYP Spikers their first point of the game. The arena reverberates with cheers from JYP NATION ACADEMY students.

"Great job! Let's keep this up until we secure the set!" Sorn encourages, acknowledging her teammates' efforts.

Her teammates nod in unison, a synchronized acknowledgment of the collective commitment to push forward and claim victory in this set.

On the sidelines, Jennie, with her contagious gummy smile, continues to inspire her team with encouraging words, "Keep pushing, we've got this!" Her teams smiles back and nods in response.

As Jiwoo prepares for the serve, the atmosphere in the arena brims with anticipation. The ball is sent across the net, initiating a prolonged and suspenseful rally. Every player on both teams engages in a mesmerizing display of athleticism - diving digs, precise sets, and powerful spikes reverberate through the open arena.

In a surprising turn of events, the ball finds its way into Captain Jennie's capable hands once again. Recognizing the opportunity, she exhibits exceptional court awareness. With a swift sidestep, Jennie positions herself perfectly in line with the ball's trajectory. Her eyes lock onto the incoming sphere, determination etched across her features.

Jennie's body tenses with controlled power as she gathers herself for the impending attack. In a seamless motion, she springs into the air with explosive energy, her jump perfectly timed. The crowd watches in awe as Jennie's arm arches back, drawing upon every ounce of strength.

Time seems to freeze for an instant as Jennie's hand connects with the ball at the zenith of her jump. The impact reverberates through the arena, and the ball hurtles towards the JYP Spikers' side with remarkable velocity. The precision in her technique is evident as the ball descends sharply, finding the floor on the opponent's court.

A collective gasp echoes through the audience before erupting into thunderous applause. The shockwaves of Jennie's unexpected attack ripple through the game, leaving both teams momentarily astounded. The YG Lady Warriors celebrate the point, buoyed by the versatility and strategic brilliance of their captain.

Jennie, landing gracefully after her powerful spike, wears a triumphant yet focused expression. Her teammates surround her, exchanging congratulatory high-fives and nods. The JYP Spikers, regrouping after the surprise turn, prepare for the next serve, knowing that the YG Lady Warriors have just showcased a level of unpredictability that makes this friendly match an exhilarating spectacle.

"Spikers, stay on your toes. Did you see that? The YG Lady Warriors are a team with players who can catch us off guard. They never stick to their positions. You're familiar with their style!" Sorn emphasizes, reminding her teammates of the opponents' reputation. Once again, they respond with eager nods, fully aware of the challenges posed by the dynamic and unpredictable YG Lady Warriors.

"Holy cow! Your girl is still the same after the hiatus, Bro. Jennie hasn't changed. She's still that monster rookie captain," Sehun remarked, eliciting a boastful smile from Kai.

"That's why I noticed her right away when we were freshmen," Kai said, smiling proudly with his head held high.

"OH MY G! Slay, my future sister-in-law!" Chanty shouted, raising her placard even higher. Taking her cheer for the girls to the highest level, she didn't hold back. With every toss of the ball in the air, her lungs worked tirelessly to let out squeals and shouts of encouragement. Yue laughed good-naturedly at her antics, while Ryujin and Chaeyoung joined in, helping Chanty to amplify their cheers and make their support resound through the arena.

"Her attack is scarier than you, Lali," Seulgi innocently remarked, and Lisa let out a small chuckle.

"Her cute hands are surprisingly powerful," Lisa mumbled, chuckling once again.

As the game resumes, Sana confidently steps up to the service line, a sly smile playing on her lips. The crowd hushes in anticipation as she bounces the ball lightly on the sandy court, her eyes fixated on a strategic spot. Sana, with a mischievous glint in her eye, decides to target Jihyo, the defensive specialist for the JYP Spikers.

With a swift and controlled motion, she sends a powerful serve hurtling towards Jihyo. The ball moves with unexpected speed, catching Jihyo off guard, who, despite her defensive expertise, is challenged by the sheer force of Sana's serve. Jihyo scrambles to make a receive, but the ball slips past her, landing on the JYP Spikers' side

The arena erupts into cheers as Sana's serve results in a remarkable ace. The YG Lady Warriors celebrate the point, reveling in the strategic move that caught their opponents, particularly Jihyo, by surprise. Sana, with a satisfied grin, returns to service line, ready for the next serve.

"I saw what Satang did there. I guess what Jihyo did that night hasn't left Satang's mind. Our girl is clearly jealous of Jihyo being touchy with Tzuyu," Nayeon whispered to Rosie, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You know Satang. She will never forget that easily," Rosie whispered back as they waited for Sana to step up to the service line.

"Did I read that play right? I think Sana purposely targeted Jihyo, Chewy," Lisa whispered to Tzuyu.

"So, you think you're right, Pran? Was she jealous of Jihyo that night?" Tzuyu asked, turning her head to her friend. She noticed the play too.

A nod from Lisa quickly followed, "Based on her behavior you noticed days after that night, yes. I'm sure it's jealousy. Remember, Jihyo even insisted you take her to their house. I'm sure Sana saw how Jihyo climbed onto your big bike," Lisa said, her eyes focused on the court. Tzuyu's response was deafening silence.

Maybe Pran is right. That's why she became moody days after that night, Tzuyu thought, a small smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

As Sana confidently steps up to the service line, her eyes lock onto a strategic spot, aiming once again for Jihyo. The crowd hushes in anticipation as she executes her routine ball bounce, giving the impression of a standard serve. However, Sana, plotting a surprise twist, subtly adjusts her grip on the ball with a knowing smirk.

With precision, Sana sends the ball soaring into the air. Initially mirroring her previous serves, it looks destined for the middle of the court where Jihyo positions herself. But then comes the unexpected twist - a deceptive spin that alters the ball's trajectory mid-flight. The curve catches the JYP Spikers off guard, including Jihyo, who braces for a different path than anticipated.

The JYP Spikers react swiftly, realizing the deviation from the norm. Jihyo adjusts her positioning, but the calculated twist in Sana's serve proves too much to predict. The ball, now following an unexpected path, glides past Jihyo's extended arms, landing untouched on their side of the court.

The arena erupts into a mix of astonishment and applause as Sana's targeted serve, embellished with a surprise twist, results in another ace. The YG Lady Warriors celebrate the successful execution of their plan, emphasizing the strategic prowess that keeps the JYP Spikers guessing. Sana, with a satisfied smile, remains poised for the next play, maintaining an air of unpredictability that defines this enthralling volleyball showdown.

"See? They're all unpredictable, Spikers. It's okay; let's step up our game!" Sorn encourages once again as they exchange pats on the backs.

Meanwhile, Jihyo can't help but ponder Sana's strategy. Initially aware that Sana intentionally targeted her, she finds herself unable to predict what will happen next. The enigma lies in Sana's expressions and behavior, leaving Jihyo grappling with the uncertainty of the YG Lady Warriors' strategic moves.

As Sana readies herself for the next serve, a confident aura surrounds her. The crowd holds its breath, fully aware of the unpredictability Sana brings to each play. With a determined focus, she bounces the ball in her hands, scanning the court for the perfect spot. This time, the target remains a well-guarded secret.

The YG Lady Warriors, smirks adorning their faces, share a knowing glance, including Nancy. It becomes evident that they have deciphered Sana's strategic pattern and can anticipate what she has in store for the next serve.

Sana's serve takes flight, initially appearing like her previous ones. The ball travels with deceptive simplicity, and just as the JYP Spikers brace for impact, Sana introduces a subtle twist. The spin alters the trajectory, eluding the expected reception zone. The ball lands untouched, securing the YG Lady Warriors another ace.

The pattern repeats itself, with Sana unleashing three more serves, each carrying its own unique surprise. A combination of well-calculated spins and strategic placements keeps the JYP Spikers on their toes. The unpredictability becomes a hallmark of Sana's serves, as the aces accumulate one after another.

Despite Jihyo's defensive expertise, deciphering Sana's serves proves to be a challenging task. Sana's expressions reveal nothing, and her behavior remains a cipher. The JYP Spikers find themselves caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty, unable to anticipate the trajectory of Sana's serves. The YG Lady Warriors celebrate each ace with exuberance, showcasing not only their athletic prowess but also the strategic brilliance that defines this friendly match.

The arena buzzes with a mix of awe and excitement as Sana's serves continue to dominate the court. The YG Lady Warriors, fueled by the momentum of these strategic aces, exchange supportive gestures and nods. Jihyo, though determined to adapt, grapples with the challenge of deciphering Sana's unpredictable moves.

The game reaches a pivotal moment as the referee's sharp whistle pierces the air, signaling the first timeout of the match called by the JYP Spikers. The atmosphere in the arena shifts as players from both teams converge toward their respective benches, seeking a momentary reprieve from the intense exchange on the court.

On the JYP Spikers' side, there is a sense of urgency as the players gather around their coach. The coach, armed with a clipboard and a strategic vision, imparts insights and adjustments to address the challenges posed by the YG Lady Warriors. Each player absorbs the instructions, the intensity of the coach's words mirrored in their focused expressions.

Meanwhile, the YG Lady Warriors seize this break to reaffirm their strategy and maintain the momentum they've built. The players huddle together, exchanging encouraging words and tactical observations. Captain Jennie, addresses her teammates, emphasizing the importance of staying focused and capitalizing on their strategic advantages.

"I think it's a better plan if you invite Jihyo to your house, Rosie, and let's bring Seulgi and her squad. Maybe if Jihyo wants to be with Tzuyu again, Sana will unleash a flurry of aces in every game," Irene jokes, prompting a playful eye roll from Sana.

"You better not, or I'll spike all those balls and send them into the stratosphere," Sana responds, the girls erupting in giggles.

"Jealousy is hard to fight, indeed. Right, Wifey?" Rosie remarks, catching Jennie off guard.

Jennie blinks a couple of times, processing the unexpected term. "Huh? What about me?" she cluelessly asks.

Nayeon sassily rolls her eyes, "Well, among us, you're the most jealous cat, Jen," she adds.

"I'm not," Jennie quickly denies, but the teasing continues until the timeout is done.

As the timeout concludes, the teams return to the court, ready for the next play. Sana steps up to the service line, her focus unwavering. The JYP Spikers, having strategized during the timeout, make a crucial adjustment in their formation, aiming to counter the unpredictability of Sana's serves. The anticipation in the arena is palpable as Sana readies herself for the serve that will resume the friendly yet intense match.

Sana's serve, though powerful and well-calculated, encounters a newly formed defense from the JYP Spikers. The adjustment in their positioning pays off as they successfully receive Sana's serve with precision. The ball swiftly transitions into a well-coordinated set, and with a decisive spike, the JYP Spikers secure the point. The arena erupts into a mix of cheers and applause as the scoreboard reflects the successful adjustment made by the JYP Spikers.

The YG Lady Warriors, unfazed by losing the point, acknowledge the effectiveness of their opponents' adjustment. Captain Jennie, with a quick nod and a supportive smile, encourages her teammates to stay vigilant and adapt to the evolving dynamics of the match.

The JYP Spikers celebrate their successful maneuver, injecting a renewed energy into the game as they prepare for the next serve from the YG Lady Warriors.

The arena buzzes with energy as Sorn steps up to serve for the JYP Spikers, seeking to capitalize on the momentum gained from their strategic adjustment. The YG Lady Warriors, determined to counter, positions themselves strategically for the incoming play. Sorn's serve initiates a heated rally, with each player showcasing their skills in a dynamic exchange of passes, sets, and attacks.

The ball moves swiftly between the teams, Rosie's powerful spike met by Shu Hua's precise dig, setting the stage for a thrilling series of plays. Chaeryeong responds with a well-timed attack, but Irene's agile reception keeps the ball in play. The exchange continues, creating a mesmerizing display of athleticism and strategic maneuvers that captivates the audience.

In the climax of the rally, with the game hanging in the balance, Nancy asserts her dominance at the net. The JYP Spikers launch a formidable attack, but Nancy's imposing block rises to the occasion. The ball, deflected by Nancy's well-coordinated block, lands on the JYP Spikers' side. The arena erupts into cheers as the YG Lady Warriors secure the point, the synchronized celebration among the teammates highlighting the seamless coordination that defines their gameplay.

Nancy, with a triumphant smile, joins her teammates in a brief celebration, acknowledging the significance of the hard-earned point. The scoreboard reflects the YG Lady Warriors' resilience, as they prepare for the next serve with renewed determination and strategic acumen. The heat of the rally and the thrill of the block add another layer of intensity to this captivating volleyball match between the YG Lady Warriors and the JYP Spikers.

"Whoa, that was lit. Before we had the chance to watch their rookie seasons, I never expected how good Nancy is," Jeongyeon uttered in awe.

Jennie steps up to the service line, an embodiment of focused determination. The arena holds its breath as she commences her serving ritual. With a quick, purposeful bounce, the ball meets the sandy court, and Jennie's eyes lock onto her target. In a seamless motion, she draws her serving arm back, coiling like a tightly wound spring ready to unleash.

Jennie's serve, a powerhouse of controlled energy, surges across the net with a thunderous impact. The receiver on the JYP Spikers nearly stumbles, struggling to contain the force unleashed by Jennie's serve. The YG Lady Warriors seize the opportunity, ready to turn the defensive moment into an offensive play.

In a swift and coordinated move, Sana, Rosie, and Jennie form a trio of synchronized brilliance. Sana, positioned strategically, sets up the play with a precise pass to Jennie. The ball seamlessly travels from Sana's touch to Jennie's poised hands. Jennie, displaying her setter prowess, executes a quick and strategic set.

With the ball perfectly set, Rosie times her approach flawlessly. The thunderous spike that follows is a spectacle of athleticism and coordination, as she propels the ball past the recovering JYP Spikers' defense. The crowd erupts into cheers as the YG Lady Warriors secure the point.

Thrilling rallies unfolded until the YG Lady Warriors confidently secured the first set with a commanding score of 25-11.

The second set proved to be a closely contested battle, yet it still tilted in favor of the YG Lady Warriors, securing it with a score of 25-23.

As the ongoing game continues, the squad remains comfortably seated, thoroughly enjoying the intense match. Chanty, Ryujin, and Chaeyoung show no signs of slowing down; their energy, undiminished from the start, fuels their continuous shouts and cheers for the YG Lady Warriors.

In the midst of the lively atmosphere and cheering crowd, Lisa's phone buzzes with a message. As she glances down, the sudden shift in her expression betrays the impact of the words on the screen. The message, stark against the luminosity of her device, reads:

FROM: [111]
The Psycho Ex is here.

A wave of tension washes over Lisa, her mood undergoing a sudden transformation. Despite the unexpected and disconcerting message, she quickly masters the art of concealing her emotions. Her face, a canvas that moments ago reflected enthusiasm and enjoyment, now becomes a neutral mask.

Lisa, ever the master of keeping her composure, subtly tucks her phone away, the source of the unsettling message temporarily hidden from prying eyes. In the midst of the thrilling volleyball match and the squad's unwavering cheers, Lisa's internal turmoil remains concealed beneath a facade of calm.

Lisa's doe eyes, typically subdued in their gray hue, undergo a subtle transformation akin to a siren's allure. The message's impact resonates in the sharpness of her gaze, emphasizing the fine features of her eyes. Seeming to transcend their usual calm demeanor, her eyes now take on an almost otherworldly intensity.

After minutes of scanning the arena, Lisa retrieves her phone and swiftly composes a message.

TO: [111]
Hanbin is conspicuously absent from my observations. Please secure the area and take steps to locate his brother. I don't trust him. Taehyung's presence is also elusive, and it's imperative to ensure they aren't engaged in any bullshit activities.

Following the incident at the ball, Lisa took a firm stand-ensuring Jennie doesn't cross paths with Hanbin again. Lisa is acutely aware of how Hanbin can trigger Jennie's trauma and is vigilant about every aspect of the situation.

Lisa's jaw tightens as a realization settles in, and a sobering thought crosses her mind - you can't trust any of them.

Hey folks! More than a year ago, I penned down this story, and I can't wrap my head around the fact that it's approaching 100k reads and 3k votes. Plus, I've got 106 followers now! Massive gratitude for all your support. Being a newbie author here, it warms my heart to receive such positive vibes from a diverse group of readers-from Jenlisa, Chaesoo, Seulrene, 2yeon, and Satzu shippers to Bp, Rv, or Twice stans. Even meeting multi-stans, it's been a joyous ride. You know how fandoms can get a bit intense, especially for these three prominent groups, right? However, diving into the world of shippers, especially as a Jenlisa shipper, opened my eyes to a different atmosphere. No feuds, just shared appreciation. No regrets starting with ships from these major groups in my first story. Thanks a bunch for everything! Kindly bear with me for updates on INSEPARABLE–we'll see it through together!

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