"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her." sighed Taehyung as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞...
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woken by the sound of thunder and rain, Kookie tried her best to see past her heavy eyelids until she could barely make out the shape of metal bars in front of her. She blinked once, then twice before pushing her torso up from the wet floor. The little window in the wall allowed the rain to pass through and form a puddle in the room.
Confused as to where she was, she stood up and looked around. She was in an enclosed room with three walls made of stone, metal bars for the fourth wall, and a single window with metal bars that prevented anyone from coming in or going out. The room was much smaller than her room at her aunt’s place.
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There was no light source in the room, but ahead of her, she noticed light spilling through the bars from a lantern that must have been placed on the ground.
Going to the railing, she searched for a way out. When she found a door, she pulled and pushed as hard as she could, but the iron gate was locked.
She tried to remember how she got here, but the last thing she could recall was hurrying back home only to run into Mr Joseph on the way before being knocked out.
“Is anyone out there? Hellooo!” Kookie shouted, not knowing whether she would prefer to hear a response or not. She wanted to know where she was and why they brought her here, but she knew none of the answers would ease her mind. “Hello! Anyon–”
“Stop screaming,” came an annoyed voice from behind her, nearly making Kookie jump in surprise. She had not expected another person to be here as well. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
Kookie’s head jerked the a corner of the room where the frame of a woman emerged from the shadows.
The woman had fiery, red hair that had been tied into a braid similar to hers. Only Kookie’s hair was well-groomed and her dress wet, yet neat. In contrast, this woman’s entire appearance could only be described as ragged, the colour of her clothes a dirty, faded white. Aside from her hair, the strange woman was average-looking in all aspects.
