It Started with a Small Favor

Captive

Y/N POV

Y/N sat in the front seat of the SUV as the man next to her drove over the bumpy terrain. They had been driving for hours, having left the main roads long ago. They had been steadily driving south out of Seoul. Once they had left the busy cities of Seongnam and Yongin, Y/N had lost track of where they were.

They had driven passed the "Thank You For Visiting Yongin‘’ the man had exited the highway and started taking smaller roads until the pavement turned into gravel and then dirt.

They were currently driving on what Y/N believed to be an old animal track rather than an actual road. Every bump in the road made her bladder slosh, reminding her it had been a long time since she'd used the bathroom.

Y/N cleared her throat in order to gain the man's attention. He seemed to freeze for a moment and Y/N did as well. It had been awhile since he laid the pistol down in his lap, which had helped her anxiety a little.

"Ahjusshi, whe-‘’ he cut her off.

" Appa, I'm your appa (dad),’’ the man told her, looking over to her. Y/N was afraid to anger him and just nodded.

"A-appa, I-I need to u-use the bathroom," Y/N stuttered out. He grunted, but nodded his head.

“Be a good girl, we are almost there. Can you hold it for a couple of minutes longer?" He asked, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

"Yes, appa,“ Y/N said meekly. Doing her best to hold it in, Y/N tried to keep herself distracted.

True to his word, a couple minutes later, a two-story cabin came into view. Y/N analyzed it as they got closer to it. It was older, but the outside was kept up well. A small garden was out front, bisected by the pathway from the front door to where she assumed was the parking area. She could see white curtains on the downstairs windows. The cabin was log style and looked much bigger as the man stopped the car.

"We are home,‘’ the man said as he took off his seat belt. Y/N felt his eyes on her, but was too scared to look at him. He sighed quietly as he reached towards her. Y/N flinched, but opened her eyes wide in surprise as she watched him unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Let's get you to the bathroom.”

It was now evening and getting dark. Y/N and her captor were sitting at the dining table. The interior of the cabin was rather nice, with a modern twist. The inside walls were like her apartment's, but these walls were painted in a light gray. The bathroom was quite modern with a flush toilet. Y/N was surprised because she was sure they were far from other people. If this was the US, it would probably have been an outhouse with a septic tank or something.

“Eat up, I made our favorite," the man said. Y/N waited until she saw him dish himself up and begin to eat before putting some food on her plate. When she took her first bite, she was surprised at how delicious the food was.

"What is this called?” Y/N asked, her mouth full.

"Honey, how can you not remember our favorite? Bossam!" Ducking her head, she hoped he would take it as an apology. Y/N figured something traumatic must have happened to him, causing him to be this delusional. However, she had no idea how to help him, or herself.

They were quiet as they ate, neither of them spoke. Y/N shot small looks at him when she could, but didn't try to talk. When they finished eating, the man stood up and waved at the table before leaving the room.

Y/N just stared at the table before realizing that he wanted her to clean up. Sighing, she stood up and started collecting the dirty plates. Y/N made fast work, of the dishes putting the leftover side dishes in the refrigerator.