Confession |Baekhyun Imagine ch. 2 (2/2)|
Confession |Baekhyun Imagine ch. 2 (2/2)| exo stories

adeenbean ᶜᵒˡᵈ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁱᶜᵉ ᵈⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵐᵉˡᵗ ˡⁱᵖˢ
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“No one is coming in-” He looked you up and down. “Or leaving.”

Confession |Baekhyun Imagine ch. 2 (2/2)|

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪~ "Do you mind if I ask what the name of this place is?” The bartender scoffed, cleaning out an empty glass with a towel. “Lost, are you?” You bit your lip, frozen at the question. “You’re at Arsenic Inn.”

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥~ Adrenaline came over you as you swallowed. Swiftly nodding your thanks, you retreated back to the far corner near the restrooms. Pulling out your phone, you typed quickly.

𝑴𝒆: 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏𝒏. There was a response in a matter of seconds. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏: (𝒚/𝒏), 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘.

Looking up from your phone, you eyed the exit. You stared from across the club as several men, nine, it seemed, came in through the door. Each of them wore a variant form of black leather, serious expressions on each of their faces.

They immediately split up, walking in groups while one remained at the entrance. It didn’t take a genius to know they weren’t there for the drinks or the music.

Your eyes narrowed as you decided then and there to risk escape. You swerved between the swaying, dancing bodies awkwardly. Refusing to make eye contact with the man at the door, you placed your hand on the glass handle, beginning to open it. Before you could breathe in a sigh of relief, a large, rough hand gripped your wrist.

"What do you think you’re doing?” One of the men you saw enter just a few moments ago glared down at you, his brown hair messily styled so that it fell just slightly over his narrowed eyes. “No one is coming in-” He looked you up and down. “Or leaving.”

You felt a chill run down past your spine. You couldn’t risk what would happen to you if you made a run for it. What this man would do to you.

Ripping your wrist away from his grip, you turned and made a hasty retreat back into your corner. 𝑴𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 Although your phone vibrated to signal a reply, you had no time to read it.

Suddenly, the lights went out, leaving only a handful of neon designs on the walls and ceilings aglow. The crowd has stilled, confusion spreading through the masses.

Your gaze turned towards the bar, where you saw two of the men from earlier, both wearing black leather dusters. They stood there, as though conversing with the bartender.

And then, It came. Death.

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