A Husband's Promise.

The darkness pressed down on Seongho, suffocating and heavy. He blinked, his head pounding, his vision blurry. He was lying on a hard, cold floor, his back aching. He tried to remember what happened, but his memories were fragmented, a jumbled mess of panicked faces, blinding lights, and a sickening thud. He was disoriented, scared.

He sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs. He tried to call out, but his voice was swallowed by the silence. He reached for his phone, but it was gone. Panic welled up inside him, a cold knot of fear tightening in his stomach. He was alone, trapped in this dark, unfamiliar room. The air was thick with the smell of dust and stale air, and a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air.

He scrambled to his feet, his legs shaky. He stumbled towards the wall, his fingers tracing the rough, uneven surface. He felt a loose brick, its edges crumbling. He pulled it out, but there was nothing inside. He tried another, and another, but all he found was dust and emptiness.

Just then, his eyes caught a glint of light in the corner of the room. He stumbled towards it, his heart pounding with a desperate hope. It was his phone, lying on the floor, its screen cracked but still faintly glowing. He snatched it up, his fingers trembling.

He unlocked it, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to reach Junseong. He had to tell him he was safe. He had to tell him he was alive.

He opened the messaging app, his thumbs fumbling with the keys. He typed a message: "Hubby, I'm here. I'm not safe. I don't know where I am, Please find me."

He hit send, but nothing happened. No message sent. No signal. He tried again, and again, but the message wouldn't go through. He was trapped, not only in this dark room, but also in a prison of silence.

The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped into the room. He was one of Jaehyun's men, his face hard and unreadable, his eyes cold and calculating. He saw Seongho holding the phone and a sneer twisted his lips.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

Seongho froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. He quickly shoved the phone into his pocket, his fingers trembling. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

The man strode towards him, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He reached out and snatched the phone from Seongho's pocket. He smashed it against the floor, grinding it under his heel until it was a pile of shattered glass and metal.

Seongho gasped, his eyes wide with terror. He knew he was in serious trouble.

The man then grabbed a heavy, metal pipe lying against the wall. Seongho instinctively tried to scramble away, but the man was too fast. He swung the pipe, connecting with Seongho's legs with a sickening thud. Seongho screamed, his body convulsing in pain. He crumpled to the floor, his breath ragged, his vision blurring.

The man stood over him, his face twisted in a cruel smirk. "You think you can call for help?" he sneered. "You think you can escape? You're a fool. You're trapped with no way to escape."

He turned and walked out, leaving Seongho writhing on the floor, his body wracked with pain.

Seongho lay there, his breath coming in short, pained gasps. He felt a wave of despair wash over him. He was trapped. He was alone. He was in agony.

"Hubby," he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with pain. "Please... save me."

The next day, Junseong stood in the middle of a room filled with New York's finest detectives and secret agents. His face was grim, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. He knew he had to find Seongho. He had to find him before it was too late.

"I suspect Jaehyun Kim," Junseong declared, his voice ringing with authority. "He disappeared from the Met Gala shortly after Seongho was kidnapped. He's the only one who had a motive to do this. We need to find him. We need to search every corner of this city."

He pulled out a small, emerald necklace, the one Seongho had worn on the night of the Gala. "This necklace was what Seongho had on him when he was taken. It's a clue. It could be a link to Jaehyun, right?. We need to follow it. Ayy Ssibal(damn/fuck)We need to find that Ssi bal -Saekki (fucking son of a Bitch)."

Immediately the room buzzed with activity as the detectives and agents sprang into action. They were determined to find Seongho and bring Jaehyun to justice.

You're right, this scene could use some more punch. Here's a rewritten version, focusing on making the tension and emotional impact stronger:

Scene: The Unwanted Help

The fluorescent lights of the police station parking lot cast a harsh, sterile glow on Taejoon's face. He stood awkwardly, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the station. He had been waiting for hours, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and hope. He knew he had to talk to Junseong, to try to make amends, to offer his help.

He had been following the news reports of Seongho's kidnapping, his heart sinking with each update. He knew he had to do something, to show Junseong that he was truly sorry for the pain he had caused. He had hired a team of private investigators, the best in the city, and he was determined to help find Seongho.

When Junseong finally emerged from the station, his face was a mask of raw, unfiltered anger. His eyes, usually warm and bright, were now cold and hard, reflecting the pain and fear that were consuming him. Taejoon felt a wave of dread wash over him. Junseong looked like a man on the verge of breaking, a man who had been pushed to the edge of his sanity.

"Junseong," Taejoon said, his voice strained. "I'm so sorry about what happened. I know I can't take back what I did, but I want to help. I've hired a team of investigators, the best in the city. I'm doing everything I can to find Seongho."

Junseong stopped in front of him, his eyes boring into Taejoon's, a silent storm brewing within them. "You think you can help?" he asked, his voice laced with a chilling coldness. "You think you can erase the past? You think you can undo the damage you've caused?"

Taejoon felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew he couldn't erase the past, couldn't undo the damage. He could only offer his support, his help, his hope. " I'm trying to make things right," he pleaded. "I'm trying to help,Chingu (my friend)."

Junseong scoffed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed in the silence of the parking lot. "Yahh ,Who's your friend huh? "You think I need your help? You think I want your help? I don't need you. I don't want you. Stay away from me. Stay away from Seongho. Stay away from my life."

Taejoon felt a wave of despair wash over him. He knew he had crossed a line. He knew he had pushed Junseong too far. He had no right to offer his help, no right to intrude on Junseong's grief.

"Junseong, please," he said, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm begging you. Let me help."

Junseong turned away, his face a mask of stone. "If you try to help me again, if you try to come close to me again," he said, his voice a low growl, "you'll see a side of me you don't want to see. You'll see a side of me that will make you regret ever crossing me."

Junseong turned and walked towards his car, his steps heavy and purposeful. He got in and slammed the door shut. He started the engine, the roar of the engine a primal scream of anger and pain. He sped off, leaving Taejoon standing alone in the parking lot, his heart heavy with despair.

Taejoon watched as Junseong's car disappeared into the night, his face filled with a mixture of sadness and regret. He knew he had lost his chance to make things right. He knew he had lost Junseong's trust, perhaps forever. He had pushed Junseong too far, and now he was left to face the consequences of his actions. He knew he had to find a way to make things right, but he also knew that it would be a long, difficult road.

Meanwhile in Korea, Mr. and Mrs. Shin, sat glued to the television, their faces pale and drawn, their eyes red-rimmed from crying. The news reports flashed images of the Met Gala, the chaos, the panic, and the announcement of Seongho's disappearance. They tried to call Junseong, but his phone went straight to voicemail. They felt helpless, their hearts heavy with a mix of fear and despair.

They rushed to the Lee's, Junseong's parents, who had already hired detectives to work on the case.

Mr. Lee, his face etched with worry, said, "We need to pray. We need to have faith. Seongho will be okay. He'll come home."

Mrs Shin, her eyes filled with unshed tears, nodded while her husband comforted her. "I know. He's strong. He'll make it through this."

Minseong, Junseong's younger brother, stepped forward, his face determined. "Don't worry," he said, his voice firm. "Hyung will do everything he can to bring Seongho back. He'll find him. He always does."

Back in the dark, unknown place where Lee Seongho was being held hostage,Jaehyun Kim stepped inside the room, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Jiwoon, his loyal lieutenant, followed close behind. They saw Seongho writhing on the floor, his face contorted in pain. They both let out a heartless laugh.

"Look at him," Jaehyun said, his voice dripping with disdain. "He's so pathetic. He thinks he can escape. He thinks he can fight back. He's a fool just like that bastard husband of his"

Seongho's eyes widened as he saw Jaehyun. He felt a surge of anger, a burning rage that coursed through his veins. He knew this was the man who had taken him, the man who was responsible for his pain.

"You think you've won?" Seongho spat, his voice hoarse but filled with venom. "You think you've broken me? You think you can keep me away from my Junseong? You're wrong. Junseong will find us. He'll find you. And when he does, he'll kill you. He'll bury you both deep underground. You're weaklings, both of you. Weak in strength, weak in life. You're nothing compared to hubby."

Jaehyun's smile faltered. He had never been insulted like this before. He felt a surge of anger, a need to assert his dominance. He strode towards Seongho and slapped him hard across the face. Seongho tasted blood in his mouth, his head spinning.

Jaehyun crouched down, his eyes burning with malice. He grabbed Seongho's jaw, forcing him to look at him. "You think Junseong can save you?" he hissed. "He can't. I'm going to make his life a living hell. Unless he gives me everything he has, all his properties, all his businesses, I won't release you. I won't kill you. I'll keep you here, and I'll make you suffer."

Jiwoon let out a cruel laugh. "We'll keep him here for weeks, torture him, break him. Then we'll call Junseong and demand his wealth as ransom for his little husband's release. He'll have to choose. His husband worthless life or his wealth. It'll be a tough choice."

Jaehyun and Jiwoon, along with the other men, began cackling at Seongho. He buried his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. But even in his despair, he held onto a glimmer of hope. He knew Junseong would find him. He knew his husband would save him.