Chapter 14
Jaeyel’s breath caught in his throat.
His fingers clenched the seat beneath him, legs frozen in place as he stared at the man behind the wheel.
Yin…
A cold, creeping horror wrapped around Jaeyel’s chest, squeezing tight.
His mind screamed at him to move, to do something, but he was paralyzed, too shaken to even breathe properly.
Then–
Yin laughed.
Low, amused, like he was enjoying every second of Jaeyel’s fear.
“I like that look on your face,” he said, voice dripping with amusement.
Jaeyel barely managed to part his lips. His thoughts were a mess, words stuck in his throat. “How..?”
Yin was supposed to be locked away, restrained in a facility.
As if reading his mind, Yin hummed. “You’re wondering how I got out, aren’t you?”
He sighed, almost wistful. “It wasn’t easy, you know. I did things for you, Jaeyel. Things you don’t even want to imagine.”
A violent shiver ran through Jaeyel’s spine.
He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to picture whatever horrific things Yin had done just to be here.
He forced himself to speak, though his voice trembled.
“Why… why are you doing this again?” He swallowed, throat dry. “If you just let yourself get treated, you could-”
“Jaeyel.”
The way Yin said his name, low, cold, warning, made Jaeyel’s stomach drop. His mouth clamped shut instantly.
Then, as if nothing had happened, Yin suddenly brightened up.
A slow, unsettling smile stretched across his face. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He tilted his head slightly. “I just want to be with you.”
Jaeyel felt sick.
“This is for us,” Yin added, his eyes gleaming with a wild, unsettling light.
“But to be completely together, I have to get rid of the one who keeps bothering us.”
Jaeyel stiffened.
His pulse pounded in his ears. “What…” he muttered.
Yin didn’t answer. He simply smiled at him.
Then, he said something that made Jaeyel’s blood turn to ice.
“I warned him.”
Jaeyel twitched.
Yin clicked his tongue, annoyed. “He’s such a bother, don’t you think? So arrogant. So much work. He thinks he’s all that.”
Yin kept rambling.
On and on, his voice filled the space, but Jaeyel barely heard a word of it. His thoughts were on Yang. If he found out about this… it’d be bad.
He needed to get out of here.
Jaeyel’s eyes flicked to the car door. He needed to get out before this got any worse. His mind raced, searching for a way.
Yin’s voice droned in the background, a blur of complaints and agitation.
Then, suddenly-
“I’ll make sure Yang suffers,” Yin suddenly said. His tone was casual. Too casual.
“Just like my father.”
Jaeyel froze.
His body went cold.
“…What?”
Yin looked at him, pleased to have his full attention now. His eyes sparkled with twisted excitement.
“Oh, Jaeyel. You should’ve seen it.” He sighed dreamily. “The look on his face when I did it… It was perfect.”
Jaeyel’s stomach twisted into knots.
Yin chuckled. “I had to teach him a lesson, you know? He just had to side with Yang.” His tone suddenly darkened.
“When I told him about Yang throwing away things and burning your pictures in my room, I thought he’d understand. But no. He had to take Yang’s side. So I made sure he regretted it.”
Jaeyel barely heard the words. His mind had caught onto something else.
Pictures.
In his room.
Realization hit him like a punch to the gut.
Yin blinked, suddenly stopping.
A second later, his cheeks flushed slightly, as if he just realized what he admitted. He looked away, almost shy.
Jaeyel felt like he was going to be sick.
…
The moment Yang stepped off the plane, he was already moving.
Fast.
His secretary struggled to keep up as he stormed straight to the parking lot.
His car was waiting. So were his bodyguards, standing stiffly in front of it, heads down.
One of them hesitated before stepping forward, mouth opening to explain –
Yang didn’t give him the chance. His fist connected first. A heavy thud, then a sharp grunt as the guy staggered and hit the ground.
Silence.
The only sound was the sharpness of Yang’s breathing, the barely restrained fury in his every inhale.
The man on the ground coughed, trying to speak through the pain. “W-We made sure he got inside the van, but-”
He swallowed hard. “The route changed. It-it wasn’t supposed to. It went out of our sight. We only realized too late that the staff wasn’t… one of ours.”
Yang’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms.
“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was low, but the weight behind it made the air thick.
The guard flinched.
“I don’t need your excuses.”
His eyes were ice. “Where?” His voice was clipped, cold.
The guard hesitated for a split second, as if processing the question, before scrambling to answer and giving him the last known location of the van.
Yang didn’t wait. He was already getting into his car.
“Sir-” His secretary barely got the word out before Yang was gone, tires screeching against the pavement.
The guards stood frozen for a split second. Then, at the secretary’s sharp signal, they rushed to their own vehicles, engines revving as they sped off after their boss.
Yang didn’t care.
Jaeyel was out there, and he was going to find him.
The rage in his eyes said it all – this time, he was ready to finish this once and for all.
