My Property

CHAPTER 4

Help me, someone. Please.

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I opened my eyes and looked around me, a little bit disorientated. Had I fallen asleep? I saw that I was alone in the room and that it was already getting dark outside. 

I let out a deep breath and put the blankets off me. I carefully put my legs over the bed, letting them dangle back and forth, as I rubbed my eyes. 

I stood up slowly, but suddenly everything got black before my eyes. I grunted and closed my eyes as I quickly grabbed a hold of the bed. 

Not again. Please don't let this happen again. The dizzy feeling was still present. After a few seconds, my vision became clear again, and I walked to the bathroom. 

I looked into the mirror and saw my hair looked like a bird's nest. I shook my head disappointed, as I began looking for a hairbrush. 

They had ladies undergarments, so why wouldn't they have a hairbrush?'' I opened the little drawer next to the sink and saw a hairbrush and a few other things. I silently chuckled, as I was right about my assumption. 

I looked closer to see if the brush was already used before me, but that was not the case. I couldn't spot a single hair. I decided not to think about it anymore, as I took out the messy bun I had put in earlier when I had finished my shower. 

My hair fell on my shoulders as I carefully started brushing it. My mind wandered off, to when all those boys were in my room. 

Is that all of the boys, or are there more? I continued brushing my hair at a slow tempo while sorting out my thoughts. I knew all of their names, except for the guy with the deep voice. 

What are they even? A gang? I was a little bit confused. They all looked very mysterious, but at the same time also very nice. Well. Most of them. 

That Jungkook guy wasn't really nice, and that guy with a deep voice also wasn't really polite at the café. Suddenly I remembered something, that made my eyes squint in confusion. 

Jimin acted like a pervert the first time we had met, but today he was so caring, and he looked genially concerned. But he was also the guy who was punching the wounded man. 

I felt chills run down my spine, as I remembered what he is actually capable of. I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I didn't hear the door to my room open. Suddenly I heard a yell which made me flinch.

''GUYS, Y/N IS GONE!''

 I stayed silent as I heard footsteps run into the room. 

''What?! Wasn't her room locked?!'' This voice sounded a lot like Jungkook. 

''Yes, it was! I even checked on her a few hours ago, and she was sleeping!'' I heard another voice, who I could identify as Yoongi's. I heard more footsteps enter the room. 

''Did you lock it after you went out?'' I heard Jungkook's voice, which was getting scarier as he spoke. 

''Yes, I'm sure!'' Yoongi began to sound irritated that no one believed him.

''Don't panic, guys.'' This voice sounded oddly similar to Namjoon's, but I heard a scoff right after that. 

''How can we stay calm, when she has maybe gotten away?!'' I heard the guy with the deep voice say. 

''Panicking isn't going to help anyone, Taehyung,'' said Namjoon

So, the guy with the deep voice is called Taehyung.