𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆| 𝒗𝒔𝒐𝒐

Part I

Jisoo

It's 8 am in the morning. The day of my departure has come. It's been a week since my pitch has been accepted and taehyung appointed another producer in my stead.

I hate it. I do. But there's no defying him. Even if i try and run away, buy an apartment , he'll hunt me down. He could do anything and absolutely everything.

Instead of wasting my time and making a fool out of myself, I'll let it be and let him do what he wants with me. But then again, I'm scared. I'm scared where I'm about to go. I'm scared about my self respect and everything above.

Is it okay to give in to a man like this? Is it fine for me to make this choice?

A knock on the door interrupts me. "Ma'am?" Says one of the servant. I blankly stare at her. There are servants, many of them, I don't know any of their faces properly.

"Yes." I say

"Breakfast is ready, should I bring in or would you like to dine downstairs?" She asks. I yawn and nod my head. "Bring it in here." I say and get up.

She bows and walks away.

I go to washroom to fresh up myself and make myself feel fresh. After awhile, when I'm done showering, I grab my robe and tie it around me.

I walk back out and see the breakfast has been served in my room. When the door opens again.

I go to bed and sit, i then start eating. Taehyung stands by the door "are you still upset?" He asks.

He walks closer

"Get out" I say. Straight and simple.

"This is what I don't like about you. This is why I'm sending you there. For your own good. You need to learn, you need to grow. This attitude will take you nowhere." He sits on edge of my bed.

I watch him speak and the more he does the more my urge to throw a plate at him intensifies. But that would give him another reason to call me madwoman.

So I do what I feel is right.

I grab his collar and pull him, then i raise my hand and slap him across face. Not once, but twice with another hand on the other cheek. His face is agape with shock and it gives me pleasure.

He looks at me as I speak "What about you? You indirectly label me as a madwoman, what about someone like you who is suppressing my rights to work, underestimating me and constantly telling me that I'm not better at what I've worked hard for.

You are taking away my only opportunity at life and getting offended because I asked you to get out? How about this. You give me what I want and I'll actually act sane for you. Huh?" I speak and the more i do the more my voice raises.

He looks visibly shocked. But he composed himself and looks at me. Fury and hurt flash his eyes as he looks into my own.

"Oh really? I'm never letting you stay here." With that he stands up and walks out of door and slams it hard.

I knew this would happen. So I finish eating and put everything away on tray and get ready in a lepord jumpsuit and sneakers.

I already packed yesterday night and now I'm ready to go. I call on servants to take my stuff down.

I was supposed to go for event and promoting my work but here I'm going to somehwere I have no idea where while someone else is taking credit for my work.

I walk downstairs and see taehyung on phone call talking to someone. Practically yelling, he cuts his phone off and then looks at him. I walk past him ignoring and outside the villa.

Everything is great except my life.

Driver opens the door for me as I sit. I watch taehyung coming to sit, i roll the window down and say "if you come, I won't go." With that i roll up the window.

The servants put my luggage in my car and I sit therez watching him looking at me with a glare. I roll my eyes and put on my sunglasses.

"Go."

The driver starts the car on my command and i watch myself passing by the villa and away from this place once I called my home.

Will i even be back? I'm not sure.

Thirty minutes later, the car stops, I look around and find a huge building which says Wineston asylum. Asylum? Great.

For some reason, when I should be confused and panicked, I feel nothing. I feel normal as I walk to the gate after getting out of car.

It's no less than a villa I live in.

The driver carries my luggage and the security guard standing by the gate helps him.

I walk inside, it has a huge garden filled with daffodils and the villa like asylum looks ethereal.

I feel amazed.

I guess I can live.

I walk inside and watch people roam around hurrying here and there. I walk to receptionist, she gives me a polite smile. "How may I help you?" She says.

I hand her the recipt. She looks at it and calls some woman. The woman who comes is a red head with brutally annoying high pitched voice and looks as if she is hunting down to eat humans alive if they speak to her.

Nonetheless, she takes me somehwere as the receptionist waves me goodbye.

And I wonder why?