Hush [Semi-Active]

Ch. 19

So Yeon's POV

How long have I been missing? The cops came by about... two days ago? Right? I don't remember when but it doesn't feel like it happened weeks ago. It had to have been recent because I overheard Jungkook's conversation in the living room when the police were here asking questions about me. My last appearance, who I was with, where I was going. My memory was fuzzy. I don't recall what I was doing. What I do know was that I got a call from Jungkook asking to meet up at the nearby café one night.

I let a tear freely slide down my cheek as I reminisced back to a few days earlier. If I just decided to stay in and ignore Jungkook's calls like I did before. I could feel the warmth of my blanket as I laid on the couch watching The Notebook. The softness of the cushions and the sweet aroma coming from the scented candle.

"What about Taehyung?"

"He won't be there, trust me."

I sighed and sat upright, pausing my movie.

"Jungkook," I sigh. For once I didn't want to go out and I didn't want to bother him. I just wanted to stay in and relax. "As tempting as it is, I'm really tired and I'm watching my favorite movie."

"Look if it's about me walking out after getting angry at you at Jimin's party, I'm very sorry."

I shake my head no. "It isn't about that. I really mean it. I'd like to stay in." I can hear Jungkook begin to whine. The background music becoming more jazzier and calm.

"Please So Yeon. I miss your company." He sounded eager and this was what interested me. I wanted to hang up on him but it would have been rude. Plus this felt like the very first time we started fooling around together after this one girl, Hyun Mi, betrayed him and dated Jimin.

"Fine." I give in. "I'll meet you near the café."

I looked around his bedroom. At the many collected photos of Ji Eun. There was even a poster size of her that was hung above Jungkooks bed. There was a shrine for her just beside me while I sat near the window that had crumpled and torn newspapers taped over to block out the sun and anyone else that happened to see through his window. I wished I can run out of his bedroom but he had locked me inside while he was out. He didn't say where he was going but he told me that- no he threatened if I tried to do anything again, like escaping, he would gut me like a pig and chop me up into bits then throw me into a wood chipper.

I moved my wrists that were zip tied to the arm rests a tad tightly and hated myself for getting caught that one day Jimin was here to fix his WiFi. If I wasn't so dumb and careless, and more careful, I wouldn't have been caught. But the damn fucking scissors fell off the desk drawer. After I had successfully cut the ropes off, though it was a pain stakingly slow process, I did manage to get them off. I wished I hadn't set them on the edge of the drawer. I should have kept them on me. I should have used them as a weapon to protect myself from Jungkook. But nooo, the fucking dumb cunt I am, I leave them on the edge of the drawer!

The second they fell to the floor, I knew I was either going to be killed or punished. I wished he had killed me. I would rather die than to live another second in his apartment, hidden and locked away. To make matters worse, I can't even speak. My mouth doesn't hurt as much, it's beginning to itch. Screaming for help would be useless. I sat here, helpless and silent. My stomach growls. I whine and wriggle my wrists, not caring about the stinging pain I was beginning to feel.

Food. I drop my shoulders and move my wrists even harder. I'm hungry and I want food. Fuck. I want to eat a delicious biscuit and gravy, some pizza, spaghetti. I want to eat Nigiri, kimbap, bibimyeon. I groan out in pain and hunger. I screamed despite it being muffled. I wanted out of here. I want to run away. I aggressively moved around, the chair scooting away from the window. I never realized it but Jungkook was standing in the doorway, arms folded. He clears his throat which startled me. Oh fuck.