Hideaway || Park Chan-Yeol

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Scrolling through my music playlists, I press on my recently played playlist and choose my current favorite 'The Hills'. In less than a second, music blasts out of the earphones placed into my ears and I make sure to turn up the volume to the maximum. I want the full experience. I smile at the thought of the pumped up feeling the song gives me and I lean forward and adjust the AC on myself. God knows how high the temperature outside is and it seems to be absorbed into the vehicle, getting me frustrated. I don't know why my mom decided to leave me in the car out in the open despite the fact that it's probably a hundred degrees outside. Unaware of anything around me, I lay my head against the window, shut my eyes closed and take a deep breath. I feel my blood boil from having to wait for my mom to come back from the department store. I have to admit that I have a bad temper especially with my mom because she unconsciously does everything to make my life miserable. If I was that heart cold hearted, I'd slide into the drivers seat and drive off since she left the keys inside the lock just so I'll have some source of cold air. I finally hear the drivers door open and slam shut but I decide not to pay any attention to her because it's highly likely that I'm gonna punch her in the face. The car shoots forward as if her foot was fully pressed against the gas and I jump, holding onto my seatbelt. I'm not a big fan of speed and I used to get anxiety when my parents drove at a high speed but after officially realizing my anxiety, they never speed up. My eyes open wide and my head shoots towards the drivers seat where a tall guy is crumbled in. His face resembles an Asian because of his cat shaped eyes, smooth pale skin and small nose. His black hair is jelled back, revealing his smooth forehead. He has a softness in his face but I find it hard to believe that he is anyone but a kidnapper. He keeps glancing into the rear view mirror with hurry, a line of sweat formed above his eyebrows. Pulling my earphones out carelessly by the point where both wires combine, I immediately let out a scream, staring at the young guy zooming into streets and corners without a care.

"Be quiet"
His full of anxiety face turns towards me and with a cold deep voice he speaks. There was a very obvious tremble in his voice, his eyes fixed on the road once again. I find it hard to speak, my tongue feeling numb and my body, weak. My body is pulled away from the seat and pushed back into it repeatedly because of the boy's driving. I begin tearing up, my heart pounding of my chest from the sudden rush of anxiety. I tightly grip onto my seatbelt, closing my eyes to push away the anxiety running back to me but I find it hard to fight it. My hands are trembling and I'm sweating from the fear I'm feeling. I'm being kidnapped and there is no way I'm gonna stay alive. The boy drives into a road that seems to have no ending, his speed even higher.

"Please stop"
I beg and try to shout but it only comes out as a soft mumble. I can feel my whole body on fire, my head throbbing and my hands ice cold. By now, I can't feel the seatbelt caged in between my fingers by the numbness at the tips of my fingers. A combination of tears rolling down my cheeks and sweat running down my face, my face is wet.

"Shut up!"
The boy shouts at the top of his lungs, his face just as wet as mine as if he is running away. All I can think to myself right now is that I'm dealing with a criminal. He doesn't bother looking over at my pale figure and zooms off at the same speed, checking the rear view mirror for any danger. Those are the few last minutes I remember before feeling nauseous. My eyes became unbearably heavy, my body even weaker and with that, my eyes shut close.

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I slowly open my eyes to an old looking white ceiling, feeling warm and comfortable yet numb and scared. I have a slight headache and my fingers are still ice cold. I have to many thoughts to even begin with and I don't even know what time it is or where I am. With the little energy left in me, I rise only to understand that I'm in a bed. Looking around me, I observe every little detail and realize that I'm in a motel. It's dingy and worn out, just like those ones in scary movies. I look around me for my phone but I fail to find it. Thinking about it again, I understand why it's not with me. It's because my kidnapper probably hid it away so I that I wouldn't be able to escape. There is a queen sized bed with dirty covers, a small old TV, a small desk with a couple of chairs and to my right, there is a closed door which I assume leads to the bathroom. It seems like I'm alone in this small room because I don't hear anything or caught the sight of anything moving. At this moment, it feels like I'm in a scary movie because I think that this man has took me far enough to pass a motel like this. Am I going to be suffer and feel the torture I've never felt before? I know that my best option for me now is to get up and find a way out before being killed but due to the weakness slowing my movements down, I do nothing but start crying. I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from crying but soon, a tear runs down my dry cheek and I know the end is coming. Within a second, I hear the front door in the room unlock and with a click, steps in the same boy that drove me to my death. Finally, I can see his whole face but this time, his has a cap on, covering his forehead along with a pair of sunglasses blocking a view of his eyes. It seems like he wasn't expecting me to be awake because of his burning gaze on me. I gasp for air, the sight of the boy frightening me and at this moment, I swear at myself inside my head for my disability to move.

"You.. Woke up"
He slowly speaks, his voice soft and low. He seems too amateur as a kidnapper but I don't find it bad because if I was faced with an experienced killer, I would've been dead by now. With himself, he brings a bottle of water and a small paper bag which he places on the nightstand next to me carefully, observing me. He is far away from me but I still feel the need to move further away. I stay quiet, staring at him with fear. I feel like he notices because he looks away, sighing. His tall figure steps away from the nightstand, going towards the front of the bed. I pull up the dirty covers up to my chin, in my head thinking that it'll protect me from this criminal. The boy turns around, scratching the back of his neck and repositions his cap on his head.

"What do you want with me?"
I mumble, tears flooding my eyes and I just stare at the boy in case he makes any sudden movements to catch me off guard. I can't bear the thought of being stabbed to death or have a gun pointed towards me. Even the thought of it gives me anxiety.

"I'm not gonna do anything to you"
He quietly speaks, staring at me with hurry written all over his face and I find it hard to believe a single word coming out of his mouth. He drops down on a stained red chair by the TV, his back towards me. He takes his cap off and places it on top of the TV, running his fingers through his pitch black hair. He seems exhausted and crumbled because he leans back on the chair with his neck dropped down one side.

I find this an opportunity to run off since I feel my energy and the need to live come back. I slowly slide off from under the covers, staring at him to make sure that he doesn't realize and with that, my feet meet the cold floor. Still close to the bed, I take the risk and run towards the door, my feet creating noises but I don't care. I reach for the door knob but the boy's hand snatches me by the wrist, pulling my arm away and turning me around. It is so unexpected because I didn't hear a single footstep come closer to me, yet he is right next to me stopping me from running away and ending my escape plan. His grip is so tight that I can feel the blood no longer running through my hand. His body is close to mine and I find it hard to breathe. His eyes observe me and his breathing is quick and short as if he was terrified. I freeze completely, scared to death to make another move.

"Getting in a car with you was just a coincidence"
He speaks very slowly with tiredness as he if is trying to make me understand him but I completely ignore his lie and turn around, reaching for the door knob with my free hand. I twist the door knob and slightly open the door but the tall boy towering over me pushes the door shut, slamming it. I feel my body weaken and I begin sliding down the door, tears rolling down my cheeks but the boy holds both my wrists up in order to stop me from falling. He seemed so violent yet so careful.

"Then let me go!"
I find the strength to scream, trying to get out of his tight grip but I'm unable to. I look away, staring into the distance with complete hopelessness. It's been only a few minutes since I woke up and I've already given up on myself. I hear the boy swear under his breath, greeting his teeth and when I look up at him, he closes his eyes with frustration.

"You won't be able to find your way back"
He speaks slightly louder, his eyes staring into mine with anger and disappointment and I bite my lip from the fear, my teeth sunk into my lip harshly. With that, he slowly let's go of my wrists which now have his fingerprints on them and steps back, sighing. Do I run or do I stay?

AAAAAAAAAAH!
I have to say sorry for breaking my promise when I said that id update after exams. I feel like I'm just not inspired enough to write any new chapters for reckless or fifty shades of styles yet.. It's just a phase and I know that I'll be interested once again but for the mean time.. IVE GOT YOU GUYS A NEW STORY.
This is a story that is based on this Korean artist that I absolutely LOVE. I've never been a big fan of Korean artists but this guy got me tripped 😍
I hope you guys enjoy the story!
Thanks for the support and I love you guys lots!
-Maya xxx