[Taehyung pov]
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension. Yoongi's cigarette smoke swirled around the trio, a silent witness to the dark secret they were about to share. I sat there, my heart pounding, the weight of my actions crushing me.
'What's it you wanna tell us?' Yoongi asked, his voice gravelly, a stark contrast to the soft murmur of Jimin's laughter.
'You see,' I began, my voice a mere whisper, 'we killed Han. Now, he'll be missing in everyone's eyes. And so is Y/n.'
A silence fell, heavy and suffocating. The words hung in the air, a tangible manifestation of the darkness that had consumed us.
'What if she escapes?' Jimin asked, his voice laced with apprehension.
'Then we will find her, at any cost. She won't escape,' I said, my tone unwavering, my words laced with a chilling certainty.
'Hmmmm, are you gonna propose to her soon?' Jimin asked, a playful lilt in his voice.
'Oh, Jimin, how can I? Just to get rejected? She thinks I'm a monster,' I spat out the words, bitterness clinging to them.
'So what's the plan then?' Yoongi asked, his voice sharp.
'I'll make her understand,' Taehyung said, his voice hard. 'She'll have no choice but to stay with me. It's the only way.'
Jimin shook his head, his face etched with disapproval. 'This is all wrong, Taehyung. You're going to ruin everything.'
'I'm not going to ruin anything,' Taehyung said, his voice rising. 'I'm going to protect her. I'm going to make sure she's safe.'
'But she got no choice but to stay with me,' I said, my voice dropping to a low growl.
A tense silence fell over the room. Yoongi, his expression unreadable, spoke first. 'What about the others? They'll notice she's gone.'
"Let's see what will happen and do the right thing to do according to the situation"
Yoongi and Jimin nodded, their faces grim, their silence a testament to the gravity of the situation. We were bound together, a twisted family forged in blood and secrets.
The weight of my decision pressed down on me. Y/n, with her soft laughter and gentle touch, was now a prisoner in my twisted world. I had taken away her choice, her freedom, her future. The monster I had become was staring back at me from the depths of my soul, its eyes cold and unforgiving.
But I had to convince myself that I was doing this for her. For her safety, for her protection. I had to convince myself that this was the only way.
[Y/n pov]
the morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like a betrayal. it was mocking me, highlighting the fact that i was no longer in the safety of my own apartment, but trapped in the house of a killer. my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as i slowly turned my head, my eyes meeting a pair of angelic eyes that hides a monster within'you're awake,' he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
his arms crossed, a smug smile playing on his lips. the sight of him, with that smirk and those knowing eyes, made my stomach churn.'what are you doing here?' i asked, my voice laced with annoyance.
'watching you,' he replied, taking a step closer.
he leaned down, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispered, 'you're beautiful when you sleep, you know?'
he was about to kiss me, his lips hovering mere inches from mine. my blood ran cold. no. this couldn't happen. he was a killer.
i pushed him back, my hands finding his chest. 'don't,' i choked out, my voice trembling.
he chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a chill down my spine. 'don't what?' he asked, his eyes now dark and intense, holding mine captive.
his touch was rough as he grabbed my hands, his fingers tightening around mine. he leaned in again, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss.
i tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. his kiss was soft, almost tender, but it felt like a violation. i wanted to scream, to fight back, but fear held me paralyzed.
he finally pulled away, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 'go shower and come down for breakfast,' he said, his voice back to that casual, almost friendly tone that felt like a mask.
'no,' i said, my voice a mere whisper.
'why? do you want me to shower you?' he asked, his eyes glittering with amusement.
'no! what the! i...' i stammered, my mind a jumble of fear and confusion.
'then go,' he said, his tone hardening slightly.
'i've got only one dress,' i pointed out, desperate for any excuse to delay this nightmare.
he pointed to a black bag lying near me. 'your dresses and your everything are in that bag.'
my eyes widened. 'everything?' i asked, my voice a shaky whisper. did he really mean everything? my underwear? my most intimate belongings? he had packed it all?
'yes, everything,' he said, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.
i could see him chuckling as i rushed to the bathroom taking my clothes, my face burning with shame. what a jerk, making me feel so uncomfortable! but the truth was, i was terrified. he had me trapped, and i knew it.
i had to get out of here. i had to find a way to escape. but how? my mind raced, desperately seeking a solution. he had me trapped. and the thought of spending my life with him, living in fear, made me want to scream.
I stripped down and stepped into the shower, trying to wash away the shame and fear that clung to me. As I rinsed off, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability.
When I emerged from the shower, I found him waiting outside the bathroom door. 'Let's eat,' he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
I followed him downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. As we sat at the table, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was handsome, in a dark and dangerous way. His eyes were brown, and his lips were full and sensual.
'Why are you doing this?' I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He looked up, his eyes boring into mine. 'Doing what?'
'This,' I gestured, my voice trembling, 'keeping me here. I have a life, a future. I want to study, to build a life for myself.'
His gaze hardened. 'You saw things you weren't supposed to see. You saw me, the man I am, the man I have to be.'
He paused, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating light. 'You're lucky I'm not doing anything to you, unlike other kidnappers. I haven't even hurt you.'
He gestured for me to continue eating. 'Stop talking and eat your food. We'll talk about this later.'
He wasn't lying. He hadn't physically harmed me, not yet.
The only thing I could do was wait, observe, and hope for a chance, a flicker of opportunity, to break free from the gilded cage that held me captive.
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To be continued....
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