The Sisters Nightmare

Chapter 15: so this was the plan

Jihoon lay flat on his bed staring at the ceiling fan as it dragged slow circles through the dark. The room smelled faintly of rain and cigarette smoke from the open balcony. Normally he liked nights like this. Quiet. Calm. The kind of silence where Luna’s voice usually crept into his head.

Not the strange visions. Not the headaches. Not the feeling that something inside him had cracked open after sleeping with her. At first he thought it was stress. Too much alcohol. Too little sleep. Then the visions started becoming accurate.

His father yelling at employees inside his office while adjusting his tie exactly the way he always did when angry. A random couple arguing at a gas station three streets away. A man getting arrested outside a nightclub before the police sirens even reached Jihoon’s street. Every single thing happened exactly the way he saw it.

That was when fear entered the picture. And Luna… she made it worse somehow. Or better. He still couldn’t decide. The girl was strange in a way that pulled him deeper every time he tried resisting her. One moment she’d be teasing him, laughing so hard she nearly choked on her drink, the next moment she’d stare at him like she knew every ugly thought inside his chest.

Even tonight he could hear her voice in his memory. “Jihoon, you’re too serious. One day your forehead wrinkles will start charging rent.” He smirked without meaning to.

Then the vision hit him. Hard. His body locked instantly. The ceiling disappeared. A flashing room replaced it. Music. Purple lights. VIP section upstairs at the club. Dienkie. Luna.

Jihoon’s jaw tightened immediately. He watched through the vision like he was standing right there. Dienkie’s arm wrapped around Luna’s waist while she stumbled drunkenly against him. Her eyes looked heavy, unfocused. She laughed weakly at something he whispered into her ear. Then Jihoon saw Dienkie’s hand slide lower. Too low.

The vision shifted again. A private room upstairs. Dienkie laying Luna onto the bed. Undressing her. Recording it.

Jihoon sat upright violently, breathing hard. “No…”

Another flash. Dienkie grinning. “Bro, one day I must chop your babe.” At the time Jihoon thought he was joking. That was how Dienkie always talked. Loud mouth. Rich brat. No limits. But this wasn’t joking anymore.

Jihoon moved instantly. His body didn’t even feel human lately. Everything happened too fast. Jeans. Black shirt. Boots. In seconds he was outside. Then he ran. Not normal running. The streetlights became stretched blurs around him. Wind smashed against his face as cars passed like statues frozen in traffic. Every step felt explosive, unnatural. He crossed blocks in seconds.

By the time he reached the club, his anger was boiling so hard it almost drowned the music vibrating through the building. The bouncer barely had time to recognize him before Jihoon disappeared inside. Straight upstairs. VIP floor.

He slowed only when he reached the hallway. Security stood nearby laughing among themselves. None of them noticed how fast he slipped past. Room 7. The vision was accurate. Jihoon could hear music behind the door mixed with Luna’s weak drunken voice. Then Dienkie laughing.

Jihoon grabbed a black security cap hanging from a nearby cart and pulled it low over his face before knocking. Inside, movement stopped. “Who the hell is that?” Dienkie shouted impatiently.

Jihoon lowered his voice. “Sorry sir, your dad is calling. He said it’s urgent.”

A pause. Then footsteps. Locks clicking. The door opened halfway. “Okay, give me the ph—”

The punch landed before Dienkie finished talking. The sound was brutal. Dienkie crashed sideways onto the floor holding his face in shock while blood spilled from his mouth. Jihoon entered calmly and shut the door behind him.

Then he saw Luna. His chest tightened instantly. She was half naked on the bed, barely conscious, trying weakly to pull herself together. One strap hung loose against her shoulder. Her makeup slightly smeared. Vulnerable in a way that made something dark rise inside him.

But what truly snapped his control was the phone positioned nearby. Recording everything. Jihoon picked it up slowly. Videos. Different girls. Different rooms. Different nights.

Dienkie groaned from the floor. “Bro— listen—”

Jihoon kicked him hard in the stomach. Dienkie curled instantly gasping for air. “You filthy bastard.”

Luna stirred weakly. “Jihoon…?” Her voice sounded confused.

Jihoon grabbed a small pin from the table beside the drinks and pressed it lightly against her thigh. She yelped sharply. Not enough to hurt badly. Just enough to wake her senses. Then he grabbed a bucket of ice nearby and pressed a cube gently against the side of her neck. The cold shock made her shiver violently. Her eyes focused little by little.

“Look at me,” Jihoon said firmly.

She blinked up at him slowly. “What… what happened…?”

“That i***t was recording you while taking your clothes off.”

Her expression hardened immediately. “No…”

Jihoon tossed the phone beside her. “Watch.”

Her trembling fingers grabbed it. The moment she saw the video her face changed completely. Confusion turned into disgust. Then anger. She looked toward Dienkie lying on the floor. “You piece of s**t…”

Dienkie spit blood onto the carpet. “Come on, Luna, stop acting innocent. You came with me willingly.”

“She was drunk,” Jihoon growled.

“So what?”

Wrong answer. Jihoon grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall so hard the picture frame cracked beside his head. Dienkie stared at him in disbelief. “You… how are you this strong?”

Honestly, Jihoon barely knew himself anymore. The rage inside him felt massive. Heavy. Like some sleeping creature had opened its eyes beneath his skin. Behind him Luna quickly pulled her dress back on with shaky fingers.

“You should leave,” Jihoon told her quietly without turning around.

But before she answered, the door burst open. Three security men rushed inside. “Boss!” They froze briefly seeing Dienkie pinned against the wall. Then one charged forward.

Jihoon moved before the man could even swing. The punch sent the security guard flying backward across the room straight into the glass table. Everything shattered. The other two stared in shock. Jihoon stared too. Because honestly? That strength shouldn’t exist.

One guard pulled out a baton. Bad decision. Jihoon caught the weapon mid swing and crushed the metal handle in his bare hand. Silence filled the room. Even Luna looked stunned now.

The third guard rushed him from behind. Jihoon spun fast enough to make the man look slow. One elbow to the chest dropped him instantly. The last guard hesitated. Jihoon pointed at the door. “Get out.”

The man didn’t argue. He dragged the others out immediately.

Dienkie looked terrified now. Actually terrified. Jihoon leaned closer to him slowly. “If I ever catch you near her again…” his voice dropped lower, calmer somehow, “I’ll break every bone in your body.” Then he let go. Dienkie collapsed onto the floor coughing violently.

Luna stood quietly near the bed watching Jihoon differently now. Not just angry. Confused. Curious. Maybe even afraid. The tension between them felt thick. Because things between them had already been cracked before tonight. Too many arguments. Too many secrets. Jihoon pulling away whenever the visions got worse. Luna disappearing randomly without explanation.

Yet somehow he still came for her. She folded her arms tightly. “You really saw all this before it happened?”

Jihoon looked away. “I don’t know what’s happening to me lately.”

“You appeared out of nowhere.”

“I ran.”

“No,” she said quietly. “People don’t move like that.”

For a second neither of them spoke. The music downstairs vibrated faintly beneath the silence. Then Luna stepped closer. Close enough for him to smell alcohol mixed with her perfume. Close enough to remember the night everything changed between them.

“You still came for me,” she said softly.

Jihoon laughed once under his breath. “Of course I did.”

“Even after we fought?”

“You think I’d let him touch you?”

Her eyes stayed locked on his. There was something dangerous about the way she looked at him sometimes. Like she knew more than she should. Then she reached for his hand slowly. His pulse tightened instantly.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered.

Only then did Jihoon realize it was true. Not from fear. From whatever power kept growing inside him. Visions. Strength. Speed. All after her. All after that night.

And standing this close to Luna now, watching her lips part slightly while her fingers brushed against his palm, Jihoon suddenly felt the terrifying certainty that she was connected to all of it somehow. He just didn’t know how deep the truth really went yet.

Outside the room, thunder rolled across the city. Inside, Luna smiled faintly at him. That same mysterious smile that always made him forget danger for a few seconds too long.