KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 7

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The room was still dark. A small ray of the daylight outdoors came through the translucent curtains, giving a semi illumination to the room. The surroundings were pleasant and warm and Yeosang couldn't think of anything more other than lying on that soft, warm bed with such a nice mattress and a fluffy pillow forever.

Bearing the pain of sleeping on a dilapidated bed with a moth eaten mattress and an extremely rough pillow had scared his poor body, and never in his life since his early years had he slept well. Now that he got the chance of lying on such a heavenly bed, Yeosang didn't want to miss a chance, even though he was sure he was being held captive.

"You're awake?"

A soft voice diverted his attention, and with a slight pain, he turned to his side to look at the owner of the voice. The owner of the voice, the man who had supposedly held him captive came and stood in front of his bed, a large bowl and a towel in his hand. Yeosang didn't know much about kidnappers, but one thing he knew well was that, kidnappers weren't supposed to have kind faces.

Therefore, according to his theory, the man standing in front of him could be anything but a kidnapper.

The man was not very tall, almost of his own height, and had an undoubtedly handsome face. His face was soft and more on the chubby side, a demeanor of kindness spread all over his features. He had kind eyes and a smile across his lips, making him look much younger than his actual age. His body was healthy too, well built and buff, strong arm muscles flexing underneath his half sleeve shirt, a silver chain dangling from his wrist. In an overall appearance, he looked handsome, kind and sweet, yet manly and mature, and Yeosang still couldn't comprehend the fact that he is a kidnapper.

"Don't get up," the man spoke in a soft voice, as he noticed Yeosang trying to sit up on the bed, "Your head hasn't healed yet. You'll feel sick."

Yeosang slumped back on his pillow as the man sat down on a stool near his bed, placing the bowl on a table beside him. He gently dipped the towel inside the contents of the bowl and took it out, squeezing out the extra liquid from the towel and then bringing it closer to Yeosang's face.

"Wh-What are you-"

The man smiled, and gently touched the towel to latter's face. Yeosang fell silent, as the warm watery touch made him feel at ease. Slowly the man wiped his entire face with the towel, gently and carefully. He then dipped it again and squeezed it, continuing to rub it down Yeosang's neck, chest, hands and certain parts of his abdomen.

"Wh-Why are you doing all this?" asked Yeosang, so confused at the kindness he was receiving, "Wh-Who are you? Why d-did you bring me here?"

"I saw you lying on the ground by the roadside, blood oozing from your head," the man explained, as he rubbed down Yeosang's hands, treating them like as if they were made of glass, frail and fragile, "I couldn't leave you there all alone, could I? So I brought you here, got you treated and...here you are! Talking to me."

So he brought me to his house- instead of taking me to a hospital? Incredible!

"Wh-Who are you?" came the question, as the man put away the towel and looked at him, deep into his eyes, making the questioner feel a little different, something weird and very different. He wouldn't deny, that subtle stare made his cheeks and ears heat up instantly.