I Kidnapped Park Jimin.

Chapter 3

Jimin's P.O.V

I was brought into this super large room, which I guess I'll be staying for the rest of my life.

Honestly, I might get used to this. I should start a fresh. I'm not going to be the Park Jimin of BTS anymore. I'm just going to be Park Jimin, a new member of this family, I guess.

But still, my real family. They treat me like shit, I guess they wouldn't even care where I am. Unless they think I'm their money-making machine, then they'll probably put in effort to find me. But nope, no sign of them.

"You can ignore me. It's okay. Remember, I promise to let you free one day." Yoo Ri said as she smiled at me. Her smile was assuring and angelic, but I knew, such a petite and naive girl like her can't set me free. It's not happening.

"I won't ignore you, pabo. Just treat me as your brother, not Park Jimin of BTS. I'll just start anew in this house, and experience the life of living in a house only." I put my hands in my pocket and scanned the room.

"Really?!? My first friend and my first brother!?!" She exclaimed as she tipped her toes.

I nodded with an eye smile.

"But... you're going to leave anyways. I guess you can be my brother for the time being." Yoo Ri said, making me laugh a little.

"I bet I can't leave this place until I die." I sighed and Yoo Ri hit my shoulder.

"Don't think so negatively! Be positive like the Park Jimin, singer of BTS, I know!" She snarled her lips at me.

I stared down at her lips, before shaking my head and saying, "I told you that I don't want to known as Park Jimin of BTS anymore."

Yoo Ri pouted, looked down upsettingly. "Arasso. I'm supposed to call an older brother 'hyung', right?" Yoo Ri asked and looked up at me.

"No~ that's what younger boys call other boys. Younger girls call older boys 'oppa." I explained as I laughed, but Yoo Ri seemed confused.

"Isn't the word oppa for something else?" She asked.

"Oppa also means boyfriend." I bluntly said.

"Oh... Then do I call you oppa? As in, brother!" Yoo Ri hesitantly said and I nodded

She's really clueless. She doesn't know much about life. Even definitions of oppa and hyung, she doesn't know at all.

"Oh. Then hope you're comfortable with me oppa. Remember my promise!" She said cheekily as she was about to leave the room, leaving me alone.

"Don't feel guilty. I'm lucky to get... kidnapped by you, at least I didn't get kidnapped by some... crazy sasaeng." I stuttered as I looked away.

"Sasaeng?" She asked, obviously not knowing the meaning of it.

"Go search it up, Yoo Ri-ah." I chuckled. She nodded like a little kid as she walked out of my room and shutting the door.

I sighed, as I looked around the room. First thing I did was plop myself down on the bed as I looked up at the ceiling, in deep thought.

Yes, I was hella lucky. I wasn't kidnapped by a sasaeng, I was kidnapped by an innocent girl who's trying to help me escape.

It is a good idea, for this family to kidnap me. I can finally leave BTS, right? They're mean to me anyways, calling me short, fat, and even ugly! My parents? They're just ungrateful sometimes.

New life new start. Living life in a house. Living life with Yoo Ri. I still doubt that she's a fan, but, I don't know. Normal fans would really be clingy onto me right now, but Yoo Ri was here, having a decent conversation with me.