Keeper | 2 [Mark Got7]

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"You really think that was Mark huh?"the person's face was so close to mine. His foul breath of cigarette mixed with the oxygen I inhaled.

I tried to stand up but my hands and legs were tied to the chair I was sitting on.

"Looks like you're struggling to be free." He then walked around the chair I was sitting on, holding what seemed like a knife.

But at that time my mind was somewhere else.

Does it mean that all these while I wasn't texting with Mark? Is this even happening? Did we really texted each other?

I felt a pinch of the high hope in my heart destructing itself. I felt betrayed for once. It was painful.

I was caught in a lie.

"You were so good, Chaerin. So good,"he whispered. "But you don't know who I am,"he almost shouted in anger.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?"I managed to say. My throat started to feel so heavy.

"I'm the Mark Tuan you were texting with."

That fact, those words, were a poison which spreaded so quick from my ears to my almost beaten heart.

"And did you asked what I wanted from you?"he repeated. Then added, "Well, at first I just wanted to play with some girl. But the way you treated me, that was-"he stopped and sighed.

"I wanted revenge!"his voice rang out.

"Why? What did I even do to-"I started but before I could finish my sentence, a strong slap came over my face, sending a painful effect on my right cheek.

"Oh, so now you're talking back at me? Shut up,"he laughed and stroked my hair.

I was starting to shake because I was so scared.

The guy drew his knife close to the area of my cheek where he had slapped me hard and lined it close on my skin. The sharp end of the knife was already less than a millimeter away.

"Stop!"suddenly a voice was heard behind me.

I tried to turn around but the knife was so close.

The guy in front of me was wide-eyed and he stood up.

Suddenly a cold touch of metal came to my cheeks and hot blood trickled down from the cut.

I wanted to wipe it off but my hands were tied tight. It was painful but managable at that moment because I couldn't think of anything else.

The guy in front of me was still stiff and without thinking, I kicked him as hard as I could with my tights still tied onto the chair.

I needed to quickly let myself free now. I struggled myself out of the rope tying me while the guy in front of me took his time to stand back up and groaned.

"Just what the fck."

Before I knew it my hands and legs were untied with the help of the person who was behind me.

He held my hands and pushed me behind him, trying to protect me.

The person who kidnapped me then drew the knife again in front of him and tried to attack us. But we were able to escape from the place we were before.

The stranger who helped me was panting in front of me from the run.

"Thanks," I said to him.

He turned to me and holy fuck?

"M-Mark Tuan?"

"Kiera," he said.

"Oh my god, is it really you?" I stared at him, I almost jumped but my legs stayed attached to the concrete floor underneath us. I almost cried but that would be embarassing. So I told myself not to.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and brought it close to my face.

I stopped him. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"You got a cut there and its bleeding. Just let me clean it for awhile."

My heart was crying on its own.