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" 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝."
The days blended seamlessly into months, and I lost all sense of time. The sprawling mansion in the States, with its imposing walls and ever-watchful security, became my gilded cage while my father remained in South Korea. The house, brimming with surveillance cameras, stifled any notion of freedom. My rare moments outside were still overshadowed by my father's men, ever-present and oppressive. Homeschooling was a monotonous routine, a poor substitute for the vibrancy of my past life. Worst of all, my phone had been confiscated, severing my lifeline to San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong. The isolation gnawed at me, leaving me restless, trapped in a cycle of sleepless nights and days spent listlessly on the balcony, refusing to engage with the world around me.
For the past two days, I had been desperately trying to find their social media accounts. My father's stringent rules had always kept me from creating one, but now, the need for connection felt urgent, almost primal. Sitting at my desk, staring at the laptop screen, an idea suddenly struck me: Mr. Kim, Hongjoong's father and a formidable lawyer. My hands shook as I quickly searched online, just as the maid entered, carrying fresh clothes and towels. Her warm, reassuring smile was a rare comfort in this cold, sterile environment.
"There's a new phone hidden among the clothes—call whoever you need to and get yourself a lawyer," she whispered, placing the items down with a knowing nod before slipping out and locking the door behind her.
My heart pounded as I sifted through the pile, finally finding the phone she had secreted away. With trembling fingers, I powered it on and dialed the number for Mr. Kim's law firm, my mind racing with the urgency of my situation.
The phone rang a few times before a calm, professional voice answered, "Kim Law Firm, how may I assist you?"
"I need to speak to Mr. Kim. It's urgent," I said, my voice quivering with desperation. "It's about Seonghwa. He will know. "
There was a brief, tense pause, and then the voice responded, "One moment, please."
The wait felt interminable, each second stretching out like an eternity, until finally, I heard a familiar voice on the other end.
"Mr. Kim speaking. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Kim, it's Seonghwa," I said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm in the States, and I need help. My father has taken my phone and restricted my movements. I have no contact with anyone back home, and I need a lawyer."
"Seonghwa, calm down," Mr. Kim replied, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of my panic. "We will get you the help you need. Stay safe and wait for my instructions. I will coordinate with the necessary people to ensure your safety and return."
