Maniac

Part Four

“Good morning.” You hear a whisper from beside you. The voice sounded familiar - almost like Hyunjin. You smile at the thought of his whispering sweet nothings into your ear to wake you up. You slowly open up one eye, startled at the sight of Wonho's face so close to yours.
“What the fuck.” You gasp, snacking his shoulder, making him laugh.
“Get up you lazy fuck. Your dad wanted me to let you know that you're going out with Minho tonight.” He tells you. Instantly your brain races back to your first date with him and how chaotic and terrifying it was. Even though you had forgiven him, your anxiety flared up a little bit at the thought of something else happening again.
“What time will he be here?” You ask, stretching your body in bed.
“He's got a whole thing planned apparently. So like an hour?” Wonho says, glancing at his watch.
“What time is it?” You ask.
“11am.”
“Fuck!” You yell, scrambling out of bed to start getting ready. “Get out you perv, I'm getting dressed!”
Wonho chuckles as he leaves your room, leaving you to pick out your perfect outfit and do your make up as quick as you can. With this being a day date, you assumed you didn't need to dress fancy. You slipped on a pair of leggings with a cute top and laced up your sneakers. For your makeup you had decided to do a neutral easy look, almost effortless.
“Y/N!” Your dad yells up to you, just as you finished your look. You looked at yourself in the mirror and began second guessing your outfit. You weren't sure why you had thought Minho would be casual, there was nothing about him that screamed ‘I am a casual man.’
“Minho.” You call from the top of the stairs.
“Yes?” He chuckles.
“I don't know how to dress for a day date…can you let me know what we're doing?” You ask.
“Just come down, I've got everything covered.” He says. You take a deep breath and walk down the stairs to your smiling father and a smiling Minho. “You look gorgeous.” He says, offering you his arm.
You smile at him, taking his arm as your dad blows you a kiss, heading back to his office while the two of you make your way to Minho's car.
“You didn't drive today?” You ask, sliding into the backseat with him.
“Not today.” He says, nodding his head to his driver that you're both ready to go.
To say you were surprised was an understatement. The driver pulls the car up to a park where you see the nicest picnic set up for the two of you. Minho opens the door for you, taking your hand as the two of you walk over to the blanket spread across the grass. You both sit on the giant pillows that were there for you as you chat, drink and eat. It was quite a wonderful day that he had planned for you and you were extremely impressed with how sweet and funny he was throughout the whole thing. You felt a little silly for being so nervous for the date earlier, but even now with how great it had all been, you were still feeling slightly uneasy and you weren't sure why.
“Oh wow.” You giggle. “It's almost 6pm.”
“Time for part two!” He grins getting up, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the car. The driver opens the trunk of the car, revealing two clothing bags inside. Minho smiles at you, gesturing towards them both. “Pick one.” He says.
You laugh as you grab onto the first one, and you had no idea what was going to be inside of it. He points to two tents close by, telling you that he had arranged it for you to get changed in, while he took the other one. He really did think of everything it seemed. You both walk over to your tents to change, you hang up the bag on a hook and unzip to see a gorgeous dress hanging there with a pair of shoes. You quickly discard your clothes and get changed into a dress that fits you like a glove, slipping the heels on when you are done. You're in awe of how well he figured out your taste and size, but you also assumed he had some sort of help in all of this. He had to.
The two of you walk out of the tents at the same time, his jaw drops at the sight of you. He looked so handsome with his little bow tie on his suit.
“Wow.” He breathes. “Stunning.”
“Thank you.” You smile. “You look very handsome.” You say back.
“Maybe.” He chuckles. “But it’s nothing compared to you.”
He offers you his arm once again, walking with you back to the car, opening the door for you before getting into the car after. “You know where to go.” He says to the driver, glancing at you.
“Where are we going?” You ask.
“It's a surprise.” He replies, looking excited.
As the driver makes his way to wherever the two of you were going, Minho's phone dings. He pulls it from his pocket, looking intrigued by whatever message he had gotten.
“Um.” He begins. “We're gonna take a little detour.” He says. “Driver, head here instead.” He says, spewing off an address.
“Where is that?” You ask.
“I just have to do something quick.” He says, sitting back in his seat, biting his lip as he now looks out the window. He looked like he was up to something and it made you nervous.
A little bit later, the driver pulls into the parking lot of what looks like an abandoned warehouse.
“We won't be long, come on.” He says, getting out of the car without waiting for you this time. You try to keep up with him as he enters the building, walking a little too quickly for you. He walks through a door, sitting down at a table with a bunch of other men sitting around the circular table, cards in their hands and poker chips spewed around the table.
“Minho…” You start, looking around at all the terrifying men who were there. You were more than uncomfortable and uneasy. You really wanted to leave. Maybe if you called Hyunjin he would come and pick you up. You take out your phone, trying to get to your contacts when your phone is snatched from your hand.
“No phones.” the man says, shoving it into his pocket.
“I'm not playing.” You say.
“Don't care. No phones.” He says, crossing his arms, leaning against another door. You back away, leaning against the wall as you wait for Minho to be done. You hoped he would only play one round but you should have known better based on what Hyunjin told you and how addicted to gambling Minho was. This was as bad, if not worse than when he had the debt collectors coming after him and now you were here with him.
You just wanted to leave. Round after round, hour after hour, Minho lost and lost, then he won once and wanted to keep going and then lost again. This was it, you were done with this shit.
“Minho. Let's go now.” You say. He holds his hand up.”Shut up, Y/N.” He snaps. “You know I'm good for it, Mike.” He says to a man.
“No you're not.” Mike laughs. “Bet something else besides money.” He says, glancing at you. Minho turns to look at you. You try to back away but Minho grips onto your wrist, pulling you close.
“Y/N.” He smiles, almost as if he's introducing you to the men. “Her father is L/N F/N.” He says. “And she's a virgin.”
“What the fuck, Minho!?” You snap, pulling your wrist out of his grip.
“Okay.” Mike smiles. “Everyone bets a million. Minho bets the girl.”
“You can't be serious.” You gasp, looking at Minho with pleading eyes.
“Please, Y/N. I feel good about this round. I'll win, don't worry. I wouldn't have bet you if I wasn't confident.” He scoffs.
You weren't confident but what the hell were you supposed to do now? You have no phone and no chance of escaping. Your only hope was for Minho to win. You muttered multiple prayers to anyone you hoped would be listening to help you out of this situation that Minho had put you in, a bad one, again.
“No.” Minho whispers, looking back at you with wide eyes. He's dripping sweat as panic ensues.
“I win!” An older man laughs, throwing his cards down on the table. He gets up from his seat, walking towards you.
“Minho!” You scream. There was nowhere for you to go. You couldn't run. You could try and fight back but there was one of you and at least 10 men in the room.
“Come on bitch.” The man laughs, getting closer to you.
“Touch her, even a little bit and I will cut your fucking fingers off and shove them down your throat.” You hear. Tears roll down your cheeks as you turn to look, seeing Hyunjin leaning against the door frame. “Come here, princess.” He says, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of instant relief washed over you the moment you were in his arms.
He releases you, putting you behind him as he looks at Minho. “This is your idea of a second chance?” He scoffs. “Putting her in fucking danger, again?”
“I swear Hyunjin, I thought I had it!” Minho says trying to justify his actions.
“You always think you have it. You know, I really wanted to believe you'd change but that's never going to happen is it? Not as long as people keep bailing you out.”
“My father won't anymore. You know that. I swear I won't do it anymore. I won't gamble. I never would have let any of them take Y/N.” Minho yells.
“What were you gonna fucking do? She shouldn't have been here in the first fucking place! This is fucking done.” Hyunjin motions between you and Minho. “You can't be trusted. I'm not saving your ass this time either.” He finishes, guiding you towards the door, his hand resting on your lower back.
“This isn't fucking over!” Minho yells from the room. It felt pretty over to you and you wanted it to stay that way, but nothing ever works out like that.