Pretty Little Runaway

THREE

Pain was the first thing I noticed when I came to. My head hurt and so did my chest. I wanted to open my eyes but stopped myself from doing so when two people walked into the room, talking sort of loudly.

"Why didn't you just leave him there?" A monotonous voice questioned and I mentally scoffed. Yeah why didn't you just leave me- wait! Something worse could've happened to me if I was left there, wait... where even am I?

"Don't be so heartless. Look at him. Like he could survive out there." The blueberry bastards familiar deep voice reached my ears and I wanted to rip his eyes out. How dare he-he kidnap me!

"Oh so kidnapping him is the best choice, huh?" The monotoned dude said sarcastically and I heard the blueberry jackass sigh.

"Go away. Go eat something or get a drink." Blueberry asshole groaned and the two argued back and forth before the monotoned one finally left. The door slammed closed, only for it to be opened a few second later.

"Yo- hey what is that?" A new voice, questioned and blueberry bitch sighed.

"It's a boy. I think." The blueberry jerk stated and I mentally scoffed, of course I'm boy you overgrown blueberry.

"But man, why this guy? Do you see how tiny he is? Why would you target someone so.. tiny?" The new voice asked and the blueberry bastard let out a sheepish chuckle as I could hear the door open again.

"Hey, who's the tiny person?" The newest voice, sounded so cute and innocent, why would they be involved with the three jackasses I heard? No idea. Maybe it's just a facade. The cute ones always are.

"Just some guy, Soobin hyung tried to mug. He won't tell me why though." The other voice said and I now knew the blueberry jackass' name. Soobin. Well, I prefer blueberry Bitch so... anyways the blueberry bastard mumbled something incoherent under his breath before speaking up.

"I wanted to get strawberry cheesecake." The blueberry asshole murmured sheepishly and I felt like I was going to explode.

"You wanted my wallet so you could buy fucking strawberry cheesecake?!" I exclaimed as I shot up from my laying position, causing all three; surprisingly attractive males to jump, startled by my outburst. The blueberry bitch looked at me sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. My head pounded harshly at my temple and it was the worst pain I've felt since my dad threw me down the stairs when I was twelve. I played it off and the pain soon went away....ish.

"Your blueberry-looking head ass, threatened to stab me and kidnapped me because you wanted to get yourself strawberry cheesecake?!" I questioned rather harshly and he gave me a meek nod. So different than before huh? His two friends, I think, snickered at my way of calling him.

"To be fair, I was just trying to scare you into giving me your money. Not make you faint." The blueberry boy said and I gave him an unimpressed look.

"That doesn't make it any better." I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. I looked around the room. It was pretty big. I assumed that it was the living room as there was a couch and TV but I couldn't be sure of that. The three boys in the room like I said before, were attractive. The tallest happened to be the blueberry bitch, screw you attractive kidnapper. Then there was a cute, foreign looking brunette, who was maybe an inch shorter than blueberry bitch, he was the owner of the cute, innocent voice. Boy did he look the part. And then there was the blonde, the shortest of them all but I'm pretty sure he might be taller than me. Oh well, he's pretty hot though. Judging by their clothes they weren't poor, but they weren't rich either. Just in the middle.

The walls of the room were painted an odd shade of green, that made it look almost grey. There was a window to my right, that was high off the ground and one would need a sort of step ladder to get to it. As I looked around, my head started telling me to get away from them; they could be really dangerous, hence almost getting stabbed, and telling me that I'd be better off alone. Meanwhile, my body was telling me to stay, that something good was going to come out of this. My head and instincts were going in circles, one saying to leave, the other saying to stay. I really didn't know which one to listen to this time.