The thunder roared so violently it rattled the very ground beneath Jihoon's feet. It was deep and resonant, as if the sky itself were about to crack in half. But the storm was the least of his concerns.
The second the door slammed shut behind him and the lock clicked from outside, panic surged through his chest like ice water. His breath turned shallow, fogging in the cold air as his mind scrambled for a way out.
Why would Kijun do this to him?
The thought twisted in his gut, nausea building with the fear as his heart pounded with painful force. But somewhere in his memory, he recalled that this club room had a window along the far wall that opened into the hallway–just wide enough to climb through. If he could just find it…
Clinging to that single hope, Jihoon pressed a hand to the wall, fumbling along the cold surface in search of the frame. His fingers scraped over cracked plaster, old tape residue, and metal shelving as his search continued.
