...Kim Taehyung POV ...
Calls were not answered, texts were not seen, no information about where she was. What the fuck is she thinking?
"Sir, Y/N was with her best friend JiHo before going missing," my assistant, Jenna informed me.
JiHo...damn that little shit.
"Call her here, right now," I ordered her calmly trying to think in all the positive ways.
"Okay, sir," she left the office.
I called Y/N, but it went to voice mail again.
Half an hour passed while me doing my work in my office. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said.
"Sir, here she is," Jenna announced. I looked up from the document to see JiHo standing with her favorite white colour floral skirt which reached her knees and her shirt tucked in. Her hair was tied in a cute bun with a white ribbon decorating her hair.
She looked confused. I nodded at Jenna dismissing her from the room. "Why did you want me here?" She asked.
"When was the last time you contacted Y/N?" I asked, maintaining my composure cool and calm.
She raised her eyebrows as if I was crazy before scoffing. "You made me come all the way here just to ask me that?"
"Answer," I demanded in a stern voice. She looked surprised.
"The day before yesterday, we went out after classes," she said with a shrug.
"Where did you guys go?" I stood up from my seat and rolled up my sleeves.
"You don't have to know that,"
"I do. I'm her brother," I said as calmly as possible.
"Doesn't mea-,"
"She is missing," her mouth opened hearing me. She looked too stunned to speak.
"What do you mean? Is it a game or something? Are you guys pranking me? Where is Y/N? Is she hiding somewhere here? That little shi-" she looked around while throwing questions.
"This is no game, JiHo. My sister is missing. Now care to explain where you were?"
"Are you serious?" She breathed. We both know what happened to Y/N the last time she went missing.
"We went to an Underground Fighting Club that day, then- then something came up, I insisted her to join me, but she refused and convinced me that she would go home alone in a cab," she said.
I nodded at her. "What should we do now? Where would she have gone?" She asked, concern plastered on her face.
"I'm trying to find her," I said.
"I'll help too,"
"You don't have t-,"
"No, I will. I will try to locate her phone," she said firmly. JiHo is one of the best hackers I know. She is quite good at that shit.
"Fine,"
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...Y/N POV ...
I was looking through the window, damn, only if I could escape.
The door clicked open revealing the devil himself.
"Enjoy your stay here?" He asked as if he didn't kidnap me and I came here for a vacation.
"Very much," I said, sarcasm dripping in my voice.
"Good to know, Kim Y/N," the way my name sounded from his mouth sent me an unknown tingle down there.
What the fuck. He is your Kidnapper!
The voice screamed in the back of my head.
"Kim Y/N, 19 years old, 2nd year of Fashion Design major. Parents died in an accident at the age of seven, Likes to watch the Harry Potter Series when sad; Loves to read smut books as a hobby; Favourite food: Ramen; favourite drink: Bubble tea; best friend: Jiho; ex-boyfriend: Jaekyung - who is currently in the prison - you also had a crush when you were 13, his name is Namjoon. Also, scared of rain after a 'certain' incident," He says casually as if he didn't just tell my whole life story and my personal things.
My fists trembled at my sides. "You want me to narrate the 'certain' incident?" He asked, his face blank.
Don't.
Don't.
Don't. Don't think of that!
I glared at him. "Why are you glaring? Did I get something wrong?" He asked as if he had no idea why I was glaring.
"Fuck you, Jungkook!" I gritted out. He threw the document on the bed from which he was reading my whole history and shit. He came closer to me.
"Fuck me? Why? Have you somehow..." He traced his fingers slowly on my forearms. "Fallen for my charms?" He asked with a smirk which actually did something in my stomach.
"Are you?"
"No," I gritted out.
"Yeah, keep that up," he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in. "Loving me is equal to destroying yourself," he whispered in my ears before backing away.
"It seems like your brother is 'worried' about you, he is trying to find you. But sadly, he will not find you any time soon. It's gonna take a long time. So, enjoy your stay here by all means,"
He halted at the door and turned to the side to look at me, "By the way, you have a nice ass," a smirk danced on his lips as heat crept up my neck and cheeks.
The door closed behind him with a click.
The fuck was that? I placed a hand on my heart feeling it thump faster. Oh please don't tell me I am starting to like this psycho.
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A week passed.
Yes. a whole fucking week passed.
I hate staying in this room.
No phone, no TV, no books.
I spent my days counting the petals of the flowers that were placed in the vase every day. Literally.
So boring.
I didn't see Jungkook for the last three days. What a relief. You know, I could have tried to escape but guess what, I am smart enough to not try that shit and get caught.
"I got you some snacks, dear" Mrs. Han came with a tray full of cookies and chocolates.
"Thanks, Mrs. Han" I drawled. I wanna get out of this room...at least for an hour. I feel suffocated here. only if Mrs. Han could do anythi- My eyes lit up with hope. "Mrs. Han! Could you please take me out?" I asked facing her.
"What?"
"Please Mrs. Han, I feel so bored and suffocating staying in the same room for days. Please Mrs. Han. Just for an hour?" I pleaded with her.
"But if Jungkook knows...," She thought for a second. "Fine, I will take you out of the room. But we will return soon before Jungkook comes. Though he will come to know about it, I will manage him," she smiled at me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Han!"
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Author Note:
Hola! I really hope ya'll like my story. Enjoy the story y'all.
I also write ff on YouTube @UnholyBeachff
I have written some one-shots there. You can give it a try if you want <3
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Lois :)
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