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ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ | "Gᴏᴏᴅ 4 U (ᴘᴛ.ɪ)"

"Namjoon, can I ask you something?" I ask Namjoon that same night as he tucks me into bed after we've eaten dinner. 

I had been forced to spend the day with him after the whole taking-me-against-my-will debacle this morning and to say that I was now spooked by him was an understatement. When I thought about what he had done my blood ran cold, making my flesh crawl as it nearly paralyzed me with fear. So, to keep him from hurting me or worse (although he had promised that he wouldn't do so) I tried to remain calm and collected as I spent the day with him, though it was rather difficult to when he continued to want to touch me and kiss all over me now that "I was his," and he thought that we were in a legitimate relationship. Oh yeah, our relationship was legitimate all right, legitimate enough that he genuinely believed abducting someone against their will in the name of love was perfectly reasonable. 

He's an idiot, if you ask me. 

I mean, realistically, what was I supposed to do? Shake his hand and say, "Congratulations, you're an idiot?" 

No. But, I had to play his sick, twisted little game, because if I didn't and didn't hold his promise to him, I had no idea what he might do to me in retaliation. I tilted my head down to look at the little purple ring that glinted on my finger. How could one little fucking piece of jewelry cause so much damn drama? It didn't make any sense to me. I hated that I had to pretend to love him because he was too insane for me to really love him. What scared me more was how easily he had brought himself to do all of this in the first place. The way he had drugged me (with Rohypnol, the date rape drug no less!) and brought me here against my will proved to me that his love for me was a little too strong, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep me with him. Even if it meant taking away my freedom. I guess this was the price I paid for dating the sadistic surgeon who happened to be my best friend. 

He sits down at the edge of the bed as he now answers my previous question. "Of course, sweetheart. You can ask me anything you'd like. I meant that when I told you that this morning. I had such a good day with you today, you know. A great start to our relationship."

I ignore that and instead question, "Do you promise you won't get mad at what I ask you?"

Namjoon chuckles. "It depends on whatever you're about to ask, but I'll try my best."

"Please, just promise me you won't get upset."

"Okay, I promise I will do my best. What is it, sweetie?"

"I promise I'll stay with you, and let you take care of me, but...are you ever going to let me go back home to my brother?" I ask cautiously. "Or...are you going to keep me locked up in here forever? The girl you've loved all your life?"

I fail to notice Namjoon's face growing red hot with anger at my words as he realizes that I have no faith in him anymore and that I'm only this much closer to figuring out how to do things for myself. After all, he wanted to keep this—the truth hidden from me for as long as humanly possible, and he would do anything to make that happen but now that I knew his feelings for me, there was no hiding the truth anymore. But I was also starting to realize that I, too, had a choice in this fucked up endeavor; poking around and questioning his actions as well that I shouldn't be, and he didn't like that. Namjoon didn't like anything that got in his way, even if that thing was me. Namjoon now realized that he needed to up his game because you escaping to your brother was becoming more and more of a threat, and if this kept up, he'd have to be eliminated.