Once again, I'm overwhelmed by the awful silence filling the car.
I feel like a panic attack would approach me any second now. I was already in tears.
I feel stupid for feeling that way. I felt like a hopeless little kid getting kidnapped.
But it felt like that was all I could do. Just sit and await everything.
He doesn't look at me anymore, and it felt like the only sense of normality got lost in the silence. It's starting to feel real, the kidnapping.
This is straight out of a nightmare. I hope I dont develop Stockholm syndrome or something.
He pulls under a huge ass building, which looked super posh.
There is no way he could own the entire building, so hopefully I'd run into someone else and ask them for help?
That is, if he lets me live for the next 5 minutes.
His expression certainly doesn't imply so.
Infact, his expression says nothing at all.
Damn, dude is great at maintaining a poker face.
I started getting my hopes up, as we arrived at a parking lot, as I could see from his half open window.
What if I jumped over to the window and yelled for help?
Nah, that way he'd crash into something and we'd both die.
He slows down, and I'm like "yes, fucking finally", but then-
But then he enters some secret tunnel underneath or something.
I curse under my breath.
No, actually I said it out loud without realising.
"NO YOU LITTLE SON OF A ***** YOU MOTHE******* YOU PIECE OF SH** ****************
*Censored*
"Calm down, did you really think you could escape that easily? Have horror movies taught you nothing? There's always a plot twist" he says, with a smirk on his damn face.
Goddamnit. Jokes on me for thinking I had a way out of this.
I must look like such a loser right now.
He enters some super secret basement type of parking lot- which was like his own personal parking lot.
Damn, I've really started hating parking lots.
He parks his car, gets down and opens the door.
If I wasn't literally being abducted right now, I would've appreciated the gesture.
He reaches a hand out for me, and I dont grab it.
"The fuck am I supposed to do here?" I ask, glaring up at him, only to be met with the heat of my flushed face.
He shrugs, and moves aside, finally giving a me view of what's outside.
A bunch of stereotypical "gangster" men stood outside, surrounding the car.
And invariably, they all had random tattoos, and were buff like they lived in a gym.
"Well well, who do we have here?" A random guy asks.
"A new piece to kill" another guy says, and a terrible feeling overcomes me.
"Damn, she's hot though" another guy says.
What the fuck.
Wi Ha Joon stands there in silence, before finally looking at the guy who said it.
He slowly turns around to face him.
"I know," he says, making my face go red again, "but shut the fuck up, got it?" He says.
The whole place goes silent.
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