**"And Suddenly, All Her Demons Fell Silent on His Lap"**
*"You would be the ruin of me, wouldn't you?" she asked, her voice trembling, a crack in her cold façade.*
*"Yes," he answered, his gaze steady. "Does that scare you?"*
Once the heartthro...
KIDNAPPED!!! The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, a cacophony of nightmares flashing before my eyes, propelling me to kick the door with renewed ferocity. My heart pounded against my ribcage like a prisoner seeking escape, each beat echoing the terror that gripped my soul.
"Hyung!! Someone's coming!" Jungkook's urgent signal drew our attention to the rear of the van. We ceased our frantic actions and sat back, tense and alert, our breaths shallow and rapid. Another car pulled up behind us, its occupants' attire suggesting they were in league with our captors. They settled into their seats with an unsettling nonchalance, and one of them began to speak.
"Ohh, you guys-"
Before he could finish, Jimin and Jungkook seized both men by the neck, catching them off guard. My muscles tensed, ready to spring into action, but the fear of the unknown kept me rooted in place.
"Where the hell are you taking us? What the fuck was in that coffee?" Jungkook demanded, his voice a trembling mix of anger and desperation. He tightened his grip on the man who brought the coffee, his knuckles turning white. Bewildered and disoriented, we struggled to grasp the situation. The realization that we had been abducted gnawed at my sanity, a cold dread settling in my stomach.
The man gasped for breath, patting Jimin's hand in a desperate plea for release. After a brief struggle, the driver spoke up, his voice strained and panicked.
"Don't b-blame me for this," he wheezed, and in an instant, Jimin crumpled back onto the seat, clutching his broken nose. The driver had elbowed him. Amidst the chaos, I managed to press the door's open button and signaled everyone to follow me out. As I stepped out, a deafening gunshot echoed through the air, freezing me in place.
I lifted my head and there he was-the bulky guy pointing a gun at me. Another shot fired into the air, and he swung his gun, motioning for us to sit back and close the door. Reluctantly, we complied, and a heavy silence enveloped us.
"What was that, gentlemen? Why so violent?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Violent? You kidnapped us and expect a gentle welcome?" I retorted angrily, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and fear.
"Kidnap-wait, what? Hold on! Let me clarify. You aren't being kidnapped, okay?"
His statement left us in stunned silence. Was he serious? Did he think we were fools?
"Yeah," he continued, "you're not being kidnapped."
"Then what was that? That knock-out welcome wasn't exactly pleasant," I ranted, my frustration bubbling over.
"Well, sorry for that. It was for security reasons. We had to ensure no one knew about this place."
Skeptical but with no other choice, we begrudgingly accepted his explanation. The man who hit Jimin glanced at him and offered a handkerchief.
"Sorry, dude, but you left me no choice. I'm Ace, and this is Luca," he said with a soft laugh, earning a hard glare from Jimin. The tension in the air was palpable, each of us grappling with our own fears and uncertainties.
Gradually, the tense atmosphere began to dissolve. We introduced ourselves, and they explained that the earlier noise was just a tire blast. They had been out for inspection.
The car picked up speed again, heading towards our destination. Jimin, still grumpy, bore holes into Ace's back with his glares. When Ace looked back and saw Jimin, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry again, but you look so funny," he chuckled. Jimin, ready to lash out, muttered, "Fuck you," under his breath. To be honest, he did look amusing with two napkins sticking out of his nostrils, red with anger like a puffed ball.
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Whoa!!! Majestic... Only one word escaped our lips as we gazed at the stunning mansion before us. After a 15-minute journey filled with drama, we stood in awe of its beauty. The sheer opulence of the mansion was almost surreal, like stepping into a dream or a beautifully crafted illusion.
But as I stepped onto the grounds, an uncanny feeling washed over me. Memories of that day resurfaced, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake them. My mind was a battleground of conflicting emotions-fear, confusion, and an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. I tried to convince myself it was just a drunken dream, but a part of me believed it really happened.
Everything about the place exuded a mysterious vibe, an unsettling feeling that clung to the air like a thick fog. Deep down, I knew my life was about to change.
"Wow! This kind of house exists in Korea? I didn't know that," Kookie said in amazement. His voice was a distant murmur, barely penetrating the haze of my thoughts. I snapped out of my reverie when an unfamiliar voice drew our attention.
"The answer to your question is NO! It's custom-made."
A young man in his early 20s approached us. His dark aura was palpable, a silent scream echoing from the depths of his soul. Yet, he flashed a warm smile that lightened the atmosphere, a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to envelop him.
"Welcome, all. Please show them the way inside."
He instructed the others, and one of them responded, "Sì capo" (yes boss). Without further ado, Luca led us inside. We entered the house, feeling like lost puppies, our senses overwhelmed by the grandeur. The interior was magnificent, a testament to exquisite taste and opulence. Located on the outskirts of Seoul, it was nestled in the middle of a forest, exuding a gothic romance novel vibe. While everyone admired the view, something caught my attention, a nagging sense of familiarity that I couldn't shake.
"Who was he?" I asked Luca about the boy, sensing a strange familiarity.
"He is our boss," Luca replied.
"Boss?"
"Please make yourselves comfortable. Your rooms will be arranged soon."
We settled onto the couches, exhausted and wary. Through the transparent glass walls, the outside view was visible. As I was about to close my eyes, something caught my attention-a figure leaning against a tree. Curiosity piqued, my eyes refused to leave the figure.
"Taehyung, what's wrong? Where are you lost?" Jimin asked, snapping me out of my trance. I shook my head, assuring him I was fine, but when I looked back, the figure was gone.
"Are you okay, bro?" he asked again. I nodded, pretending to be tired, but my eyes kept darting back to that spot.
From the moment I entered this place, I knew it was the beginning of something new-whether good or bad, only time would tell. The air itself felt mysterious, reminiscent of that rainy night in Paris...
I still remember those enigmatic eyes. It felt too real to be a dream. I don't know if it was a dream or my imagination, but those eyes haunt me rent-free. I wonder if they truly exist, or if I'm just hoping they do.
I didn't get a proper look at the girl from earlier, but...
