Housemaid 'Her' ✓

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SEOKJIN POV

I opened my eyes slowly, observing my surroundings as everything was still a blur to me. There were numerous lights and the scent of gasoline and dust filled my nostrils as I slowly looked around.

As my vision cleared, I looked to my side and my eyes widened as I looked closely.

It was Namjoon. He was still asleep on the hospital bed, and even the life monitor and oxygen was beside him.

I couldn't move my arms nor my legs. I struggled to get free as I looked down at myself, tied to a chair with a piece of rope around me.

Youngyeon...

Did Youngyeon did this?

No... she would never do this...

She can't do this. She never will.

As I continued to look around, seeing if people other than Namjoon was here. My heart was racing and I was at the urge of breaking down, nervously scanning every inch of the warehouse.

Then, my eyes landed on a figure at the farther right, leaning against the wall.

"You! What is happening?" I asked as I looked at the person, and they sighed loudly before pushing themselves off a wall, slowly walking towards me.

"Take a guess. It's pointless helping you when you're like that already," they replied as they looked at my situation where I was tied up to a chair.

Then, a heavy scent of smoke filled my nostrils as I looked clearly at the person who was now infront of me.

"Taehyung, this is not funny! I know your mother was dear to you but I was already planning on turning myself when you did this! And Namjoon has nothing to do with this," I said and Taehyung only sighed again before drawing out smoke from his mouth.

"This isn't my doing. I was just dragged here to watch over you, idiot," Taehyung replied before turning his heel walking to Namjoon who was lying there peacefully.

"So... this is Namjoon. Your brother who you loved so much. He looks so peaceful," he said softly, and I only tilted my head at him in confusion.

"Is... Youngyeon actually behind all this?" I asked, and Taehyung turned to me before shrugging.

"Maybe, maybe not," he replied before shoving both of his hands inside his pockets, looking around as his tattooes sticked out of the blue suit he was wearing.

"Just tell me, or we'll all die! Who's the person who kidnapped Namjoon?!" I asked again, raising my voice.

"You'll find out soon," he answered briefly.

"Why... are you talking like that?" I asked, noticing how carefree and dense he was talking, like everything around him was dull.

"I don't know, ask yourself. There has to be a reason why I look like a dense little shit right?" He replied before walking away, going back to the spot he was at earlier.

Then, I heard the sound of a car. And I could guess it was parked somewhere beside the warehouse before I heard mumbles and sounds from many people.

As they walked in, my eyes landed at the crowds of men in black with weapons and tools on their hands, and then there was a person who stood out most of them, wearing a red outfit with black gloves.

Then, my eyes widened.