Addictive | k.th au

Chapter 15

You're not sure how long it's been.

Judging by the way the sun has entered through the skylight twice, it's been about two days now. You ate most of your food already and when he didn't come back on the second day, that's when you knew that you had to skip some meals.

You skipped breakfast, only ate about half a fruit when it got to lunch and now you're thinking if you should eat it for dinner. The only remaining snacks were the fruit which was one and a half apples. And some granola.

It seems that you can eat maybe about a tiny bit of granola... or you should skip. Yeah, you think that's the best option.

A sigh escapes you. The only upside was Taehyung bringing you food. Other than that, you don't wish he would come back soon. Your eyes land on the staircase leading to the door. Getting up, you're as quiet as a mouse as you walk across the floor. Down the steps and you turn the knob.

Of course it's locked, what did you expect?

Still, you press your ear against the door. There's no noise outside.

Biting your lip, you take a look at the doorknob. It seems to be older. You've only heard about it once. How to pick a lock. You're not sure how it works but you're going to give it a try. You would try and break the knob off but that would attract too much noise.

You don't want to find out if Taehyung hears.

You trudge back up the stairs and begin rifling through boxes. You need something that is thin enough to slide in. A bobby pin or maybe a needle. You make as little to no noise as possible. Gently setting heavy things out of the way or throwing lightweight stuff.

For the next couple of hours, your attention is focused on all the items in the boxes. So far nothing. You want to scream in frustration.

After you've gone through most of the boxes on one side, you stand there defeated. Nothing. Not one single thing. You glance over your shoulder to see that you still have some hope. There's some more boxes on the other side.

For now, you don't care where you put the stuff after you've taken it out. Random items go into random boxes. If he comes up now, you can always say you got bored. That would work as an excuse, right? You hope so.

Time has passed and now, you've put most of the stuff away. You turn your attention to the other side.

You lean back on your hands, staring dejectedly. There's only two boxes left and you can feel your hope slowly diminish. Frustrated, you wipe at the tears welling up. No. You can do this. With a bit of renewed regeneration, you're on the hunt again.

You hastily open the box and dig through its contents. Fabrics catch your eyes and towards the bottom, you can feel hope rise within your chest. A sewing box. You get it out of there and open it. It still looks brand new - may be used once. But your eyes catch sight of needles.

A happy cry comes out of you.

Your fingers delicately take out the needles. There's about seven of them, ranging from small to large. With newfound determination, you carefully put the needles where you sleep and stuff the items back into random boxes.

You then pick up your needles and head back to the door. Okay, you've seen how they do this in movies and you just have to hear for the click, right? You then try to find the perfect needle that can fit in the hole. Once you do, you pick the thinnest needle and you get to work.

It's a bit harder than it looks.

You can obviously hear yourself clinking the needle against the locks inside. It's hard to tell if you got it right. At last, you hear a different clink. You think you did it. A smile comes upon your face. You maneuver the larger needle to hold your first cylinder well. Time to do the rest.

It's when you're halfway there that you freeze.

There's some noise on the other side of the door.

"Did you hear that?" A woman's voice asks.

"Hear what?" A man's voice replied.

"I'm not sure but it sounded like someone was trying to open the door."

Shit! Panicking, you rip your needles out of the lock and grab your needles. You rush back to your corner, this time, concealing yourself behind boxes. One logical part of your mind says to bang on the door and let you out.

But one half says not to.

What if they're the same as Taehyung? You trusted the friendly smile on his face and looked at what he had done. What if they allow you to move to Taehyung's room and also keep an eye on you? You won't be able to escape then.

There's shuffling downstairs and you think you can hear doors opening and closing. That's when you hear the attic door unlock and heavy footsteps up the stairs. You make yourself as small as possible, shaking uncontrollably.

You don't dare to peek around the corner instead, straining your ears to hear them. The footsteps seem to walk around the room in a slow, calculating way. You hold your breath when you hear the footsteps come closer to your area.

"Oh, dad!" A familiar voice sends a chill down your spine. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Taehyung," The man's voice says. "I thought I heard something earlier."

"Really?" Taehyung's voice changes slightly, taking on a deeper tone. You fucked up. He's going to punish you.

Footsteps walk away from you. "Yeah, but I think it was just us making noise or this house is getting old." The man jokes. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes I did." Taehyung replies. "Thanks for the trip."

A trip...? He fucking left for two days on a trip?! You could have escaped then!

You don't hear the rest of the conversation as the two of them walk away. You're so angry at yourself. You then come out of your hiding spot when you hear the door close. A look at the needles in your hand and you itch to get back to your almost completed goal.

Later.

Not right now when everyone is up and about.

"Did you make the noise earlier?"

You lift your head up to see Taehyung has returned. "I think. I was trying to keep myself entertained since I got bored."

Taehyung takes slow steps towards you. "You were really that bored to start opening the door?"

Instincts make you scoot backwards. "W-Well, I was getting hungry! You didn't come back to leave me food!" This excuse pops into your head. You hope it's enough for him to not punish you.

His words make you pause. There's a look of worry on his face. "I'm so sorry about that." He whispers. "My parents decided to do a trip out of the blue. It would raise suspicion if I didn't go." Then he sits down before you with a bag of food.

Your stomach growls in hunger.

"Here, I'm so sorry." Taehyung places the bag of food between you two. "I'll make sure to get you some other things tomorrow."

He's watching you. Waiting for an expression.

You don't know what to do. So you force a smile on your face. "Thanks."

It seems like that was enough. Taehyung smiles with a boxy grin. "I'll let you eat as my parents want to do something else tonight." He stands up. "I'll be back tomorrow." Then he leaves you alone.

No longer waiting, you tear into the bag, stuffing your mouth. You've been so hungry and you guess you're thankful it was only a two day trip. You're not sure how long you would have lasted if it had been a week.