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Seulgi sighed, letting herself flop back onto the mattress underneath her.

She hadn't seen Jimin in a week. 

She assumed he would see her the day she took the tour with Irene. At least, that's what Irene said. But here she was, confined to the room he dropped her off in, with him no where in sight.

She huffed. She was wondering if this was all a sick joke. How could someone who claimed to be her soulmate leave her in such agony awaitng for his arrival? How was he not dying to see her, touch her? How could he not crave her the way she was craving him, just to be near him?

She felt the frown taking over her features, her eyes slightly watering. She just didn't understand. She knew what Irene said, but it was starting to feel like he really didn't want her. Like he didn't need her.

Was this normal? Maybe she was the one with a weird dependency on a man she barely knew. A man that was her soulmate, however. She didn't know enough about soulmates to understand whether it was her or Jimin that was being difficult. 

She sulked a little longer before deciding to take it upon herself to leave her room. She had been cooped up in there for the entire time and was developing major cabin fever. Her meals occasionally showed up at her door throughout the day to keep her from starving, and everytime she heard a knock, she hoped it would be Jimin, unfortunately it was never the case.

Hesitantly, she peeked her head out the door and looked around the hallway. Happy to find it empty, she slipped out of her room and strolled towards the areas she explored with Irene on her first day back. 

It was evening and as she neared the common areas, she could loud music and chatter coming from the area where the club was. It piqued her curiousity and she started making her way towards the club.

As she stepped in, her eyes widened at how different the club looked during the night compared to the day. The club was bustling with excitement; almost every table seemed to filled with lively people around the room. She suddenly felt out of place with her t-shirt and leggings compared to the mini-dresses and strappy numbers worn by the women in the room

Moving deeper into the club, she felt her head start to ache, which she blamed on the flashing lights moving around the room. She closed her eyes and felt a dizziness that made her head spin.

He pulled her to where he sat, practically making her sit on his lap. Her dress had slightly risen up and he put his gloved hand on her bare thigh.

"Your brother hasn't said anything about you yet, you know," he grinned devilishly. "Makes me wonder if he even cares."

"Get the fuck off me," she yelled, trying to push her way out of his grasp.

"I don't think you realize what position you are in, Seulgi. You are a hostage here. You have no authority to tell me what to do. I am the leader of this gang and I will hesitate to slit your throat the moment you piss me off, understood?"

She shrunk back and silently nodded at his words.

"Good."

The table went back to chattering as if nothing ever happened. Seulgi slipped out of his lap and onto the seat next to him, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill.

She almost fell over when she opened her eyes again. She frowned at the scene that had played in her head.

She had been in this club before. With Jimin. She sat with him at a table with the other members. He was being rude to her--why was he being rude to her? Why did he mention her brother? She was a hostage? She remembers being uncomfortable and angry. He threatened to kill her? Her head was spinning with questions over everything that she recalled.