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Eunji's POV
The splitting headache appeared once again when I tried to grasp the knob of my hotel room door.
My fingertips missing it my body fell forward until I caught myself with my open palm on the wooden door.
Seeing multiple images through my eyes. I caressed my forehead but the pain wasn't any less.
Opening my phone lock screen, I searched for the nearest store which was not far from the hotel.
Taking small, disoriented steps to the nearest exit. Somehow I made it outside, walking a few feet down the road. Bumping into a few people along the way.
A black vehicle with tainted windows hastily stopped in front of me. The back seat door opened a unfamiliar hand reached out seizing my wrist in their brisk manner. My throat bursted out with an startled shriek.
Tugging my entire body into the midnight car in one go. My mind blurred by the quick movement. I couldn't recognize who the abductor was.
A hand grasped my entire mouth. Forcing the door closed, the door clicked shut. Moving my feet and body, I wiggled in the person's hold. Leaving my breath uneven with every push and pull.
"Stop moving."
A firm voice spoke, "Eunji." Looking up above me I let my eyes focus.
Moving away quickly with a pounding annoyance from my own head. I pressed myself against the right seat of the car. "Chanyeol? What the hell--" Like lightning pain struck me.
My teeth automatically clenched together as I shut my eyes. When a soothing voice broke through, "Here."
Settling my orbs on my "kidnapper" he seemed sympathic with his hand holding out a bottle water in front of me. Staring at his face taken aback by the unexpected facial expression.
Realizing that I was staring too long when his face turned stone cold. I blinked focusing on the item in his hand.
"Thanks..." I took the drink analyzing in his movements. Taking some, Chanyeol abruptly inched closer to me.
"What are you do--" He put his finger on my lips.
"Quiet we can't have the driver hearing." What can't he hear?
"There was a women pretending to be Yoona." He whispered to me.
"What?"
"I don't know how she is involved but she tried to get my attention."
"Why would she?" He moved his glance away to ahead.
"Maybe she knows something about what happened. Like who might've hurt..." Chanyeol trailed off, shallowing his words.
"Maybe," I slowly and cautiously spoke. She could know what happened to me that night. A ring from a phone invaded the dead silence in the space of the car.
Chanyeol answered the phone moving away from me, "Yes?" He moved his eyes to me then spoke again to the speaker on the other side of the line.
"I am right now."
"I will let you know if I get any information," He hung up the phone. "I have to go," A look of conflict appeared across his face.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing," He quickly answered like he didn't want anymore questions than that.
"Could you maybe meet me tomorrow? I want to find out who that women was. Ask around if people know who she is"
"Why me?" I muttered. At first he looked confused at question then seemed deep in thought. Chanyeol was hesitant to answer like he didn't even know why. Why he wanted me when he had the police and his father.
"I don't know...I just sense that I can trust you for some reason," His eyes moved to the ground. As he weaved his fingers together, he looked over to me. "You seem to be the only one to care as much as me about what happened to her...no one else does."
Our gaze fixated on each other for a second longer than what's appropriate for two complete strangers.
"I will...I will meet you tomorrow"
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