The Sickness In Our Heads || AU

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GIGA

''Why don't you take a seat?''

Giga obeys the request, it sounds more like a command. She takes a seat on the bed before moving away from the quilt. The mattress is warm under her bare legs, it makes her want to go back under the quilt. Somewhere warm, dark, and in a peaceful place. The king-sized bed is the perfect example.

"Let's go around the village today."

Again. It's not a request, she can tell by the tone. It is loud and stern, his voice throaty like he had woken up with a sore throat. But then again, he has always been talking this way.

"Go take a shower, dressed and we will have breakfast. Then we will go outside."

She nods her head, walking to the drawers near the window and taking out a big white towel. He glances over his shoulders and then leaves the room. ''Find me in the living room once you're ready.'' 

She goes to the bathroom with a towel in her hand and starts undressing after closing and locking the door. She will have a few minutes of relaxation before spending the whole day with him. The hot water runs down her chest and makes her skin slightly red. She tries to relax - this is what she has been wanting since they came here, it has been exhausting and too much stressful.

The water continues to drip down after she wrapped a towel around her torso. Going out of the bathroom with a towel she starts drying her hair, making circles, and sometimes pulling the blonde strands while sitting down on the bed. After dressing up in a hoodie and black jeans she opens the door and exits. There he is, sitting on the couch, his legs spread and eyes looking over the window.

''I'm here.''

''I know, I heard.''

I go behind him after putting on my shoes, he already has his on and we walk out without saying more. We stroll down the hill and after a few minutes, we are already in the crowded place of the village. People, dogs, and kids are outside, playing and having no time to be stressed about anything.

Not like me or Dea...

It makes me wonder if I will ever feel freedom again, the freedom that does not include Jeon-Hyun. Maybe freedom that includes Dea?

If she ever escapes Ha-Joon...

"Let's see what's for eating here." Jeon-Hyun pulls me out of my trance. "There must be something we will like also we should go search for underwear for you. Hmm?" He wants to buy me underwear again. He has done this only once, I hope I won't have him wanting to see how I looked with whatever he will buy me. I blink, a few memories popping into my mind. Another few images of his face looking at me, his eyes are bigger than normal, pupils darker-

"Okay."

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DEA

I hear his footsteps. I sit on the bed nervous and wait to hear the scraping sound his foot will make as he nears the door. And here it is. He opens it and kind of stops and seconds later finishes his movements. He hesitates. I can see he is taken off-guard so I open my mouth.

"I want to ask you something. Can I?"

"Of course!" His voice became louder, his eyes looking around but not in my direction. He continues though. "Of course, you can! What do you want to ask me? Do you need help with something? I can help you with whatever it is?"

I ask him straight away. "Why did you bring my stuff here? And how most importantly? No hesitation in my voice and eyes. Mine does not leave his whole torso. His - they do not meet my direction.

"I j-just thought you would want them back. They are yours..."

"Okay, but how did you go back to the hospital?" Still, no hesitation. It's interesting to think that he had gone back to the hospital, grabbed my stuff, and walked out of that place without anyone seeing him? Without anyone noticing that he is there?

"Does it matter? Your stuff is here, that's enough."

I look down. It's true, my stuff is here, I will feel better using them but it's still strange. I can epilate my body, use my lotions and hair products... Maybe I should stop asking him questions. I'm not being tied to a bed, locked in a room, starved, or beaten. I can go and speak with other people in the house. It isn't that bad...

I sit down after thinking a little bit. He had left the door leaving me alone with my emotions. A sigh leave my mouth, straightening up I get up from the bed and sat on the chair. I open the notebook, thinking for a few seconds then my hand starts writing everything down.

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Dea here! I haven't written much probably because I don't know what to put onto the white pages.

So I guess since I'm kidnapped, kind of... held hostage... I will just write everything from the very start to the very end. And whoever finds my notebook will comprehend everything if I don't ever be found...