His Queen

Chapter 5

Jungkook's POV :

Three Years Earlier :

"I'll drop you home." Taehyung's deep voice said from behind me, making me freeze.

"That would be amazing, thank you." Irene said to him, not allowing me to speak.

"No, I don't wa–" I tried to argue, but Irene quickly closed the door of the car and asked the driver to start driving.

"Wait!" I yelled, but the car sped away, leaving me alone with almost twenty or so men, each of whom had guns in their hands. Goosebumps covered my entire skin, as my heart paced, knowing that Taehyung could do whatever he wanted to me, that I was completely at his mercy.

"Let's go." He said, making me jump slightly. I gulped and turned around to look at him, noticing how his eyes not so discretely scanned my body. They didn't linger anywhere, thankfully, and his eyes were back on my face. "Come on." He said, gesturing to his Rover.

"N-no." I said, taking a step away from him. "I-i will call my brother." I said taking my phone out.

Sure, I would hear an extremely long lecture from my family about crossing my limits and wearing 'indecent' clothes, and I'd probably be grounded for life, but it would be better than to get into a car with a complete stranger. A stranger with guns, if I may add.

"Hey, it's fine. I'll drop you." He insisted, but I ignored him, ready to call my brother.

Just when I was about to click on his contact, my phone was snatched out of my hands, startling me. I looked up at Taehyung, my eyes wide, as terror filled my heart. He even took my phone, the one way I could have asked someone for help.

"Relax, I'm not doing anything with your phone. I'm just trying to explain to you how stupid it'd be to call your brother." He said when he saw my expression. "Now, where do you live?" He asked.

"Wh-why should I tell you?" I stammered, instinctively stepping away from him, even though he hadn't come closer to me.

"Just tell me. Okay, I'm guessing wherever you live, it's atleast a good hour away from here, right?" He asked, I didn't reply, just broke my eye contact with him.

"So you see it will take your brother a whole hour to come here and obviously, I won't leave you alone here, so you'll have to spend that hour around me anyway. So instead you can just save your brother the time, the sleep, and the fuel, and allow me to drop you." He suggested.

"I-i don't wanna go anywhere with you." I whispered, hugging myself.

"Why are you so scared of me?" He asked frowning, taking a step forward and I instantly took one back, my eyes on his revolver. He sighed.

"Okay fine. I know you don't trust me, but trust me on this, love, if I wanted to do something to you, I could have. Even if I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn't be standing here trying to convince you to go with me. That logical enough?" He justified.

A chill ran down my spine, as I thought over his words. That didn't sound like a reassurance to me for some reason; it sounded more like a threat. He was literally telling me that he was free to kidnap me, or do anything he wanted to me. But he was nice enough not to. Why, thanks.

"So? You coming?" He asked.

But I was too stubborn.

"I wanna call my brother." I insisted. "Please, give me back my phone." I requested, extending my hand for it. He looked at me with his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking over something. Then he sighed.

"You're stubborn." He muttered, and instead of handing me my phone like I'd hoped he would, he caught hold of my hand, pulled me towards himself and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a loud scream, and thrashed and kicked, trying my best to get him to drop me.