You were sleeping peacefully in your Seoul apartment until the sound of footsteps and a door creaking open stirred you awake. Your breath hitched as your eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing a figure standing near the bed—clad in a white shirt, splattered with crimson, holding a knife. You barely had time to react before the figure moved swiftly, a firm but gentle hand covering your mouth just as a scream threatened to escape.

"Shhh, relax. It’s just me, jagiya," Kim Taehyung murmured with a dark, sadistic grin, his voice low and smooth.

"What… what happened?" you stammered, your voice trembling as you sat up, heart racing. His sharp eyes flicked to the knife in his hand, then back to your frightened gaze. A twisted chuckle escaped his lips.

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart. Just took care of a little… situation."

He leaned in closer, his cool breath grazing your ear as he whispered, "Some fools at the Gangnam docks thought they could mess with my woman."