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cold | Jung Jaehyun • mafia au"Y/N" Yuta whispered softly as I sat next to him, handing him his phone he asked for.
I shot him a small smile, singling that I'm listening.
"You need to find a way to leave quickly" at his words I opened my mouth, ready to answer when my name was being called.
"Y/N, put on the clothes on your bed" I stared at Lucas with big eyes.
"Go" he grabbed my arm and lead me upstairs, pushing me inside the room.
"Be quick" he closed the door, giving me time to change into the dress on the bed.
I stared at myself in the mirror. The dress wasn't too bad, but it wasn't my choice of clothing.
There was a knock on the door and shortly after a guy that I haven't met before entered.
"Hey, I'm Ten" he had a nice smile and appearance.
He styled my hair and applied a little bit of make up to my face.
"I hope it goes well for you" Ten gave me a reassuring smile while leading me down the stairs and hallway.
Yuta sat up on the couch next to Doyoung, looking at me with worried eyes, Ten saw but he did keep on walking. Doyoung giving me a small pitying smile.
"Why are you doing this! Please! Not him!" I could hear Mark yelling, before he and Donghyuck exited Jaehyun's office, slamming the door shut behind him. Both of them didn't dare look at me.
Ten didn't bother knocking on the familiar door to Jaehyuns office.
He swung the door open,
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