Our Friendship Diary ‖ JJK·BTS

16- Saved?

Jaykee

To be honest, I can't believe this.

Usually, no one would ever notice me in the first place as I'm always invisible to them, let alone targeting on me. Maybe this is because of my relationship with Jungkook isn't much an entertaining view for the other girls with high jealousy. Not knowing how long I have been sleeping, I slowly open my eyes and find myself in a car's backseat.

With my brain sending signals to my muscles, I try to move my arms but find them tied to the back. Not only that, even my mouth is gagged with a white cloth. "Hi Skyler." The driver greets and surprisingly, the voice sounds masculine. I jerk my upper body up with my waist and it seems like the back mirror has betrayed me.

"Huu wuu hmmm (Who are you)?!" Thanks to the cloth, my words fail to escape in good pieces. As a result, the guy chuckles.

"Aww, I'm so sad 'cause you didn't remember me," says the kidnapper with a bitter tone. Then, I can hear him firing the double signals before the car stops. After pulling up the handbrake, the guy quits from his driver seat in order to open the backseat door.

By the time he stops the car, all I want to do is to escape. But the chloroform's effect on my consciousness hasn't faded yet.

Once our eyes meet, I immediately shoot him a speechless glare as he smirks at me. Clearly, this is someone I know. Sighing, he pulls off the cloth that stops me from talking while staring at me. "Charles? Why? What's this all about?"

Charles was my classmate in high school. As the tables are arranged to be four person in a group, he was used to be facing me in class and so I have to bear his mischievous smirk every day.

"Getting you away from handsome boys, dumbass." He giggles while snapping my forehead with his middle finger which he uses it to say fxxk.

"Ouch! Stop that." My eyebrows furrow upon his rudeness on me. "You're supposed to be studying in Singapore now. When the heck did you come back? And why didn't you tell me?" I can't stop blabbering questions towards his face with astonishment and a little bit of happiness. As for the rest, it probably would be filled with anger.

"Woah woah easy there, donkey. I'm taking you to your house, but not mine, okay. I just can't stand those Koreans who tries the best they could to approach you." His words make me wonder how long he's been camouflaged in between the crowd to witness my life with Jungkook and Yugyeom appearing around. But soon, I see him rolls his eyes like an annoyed girl while untying me.

Groaning inwardly, I say, "Well, it's up to me whether or not to befriend with them. And plus, you don't have the right to forbidden me though. You are not even my boyfriend." Charles flinches a little upon the last sentence I've said.

Hiding his hurt expression, he forces out a chuckle anyway, "That's rude." Is what he says. "Pabo (Dumb)." And this the only Korean word he knows. As I'm about to protest, a black MPV passes from Charles' car and stops at the front. The door slides open with ease until it leaves enough space for someone's long leg to step out.

The person sets his gaze on us with his stern face. Since he's standing far away from the range for me to have a good look, I can't distinguish the man's identity. The only thing I know is Charles darting out from the backseat and smacking the car door to close it before trying to reach the driver seat with his fastest speed.

However, the boy is faster.

He grabs Charles' hand and shackles him by the car, causing a muffled bang from the outside as the caught boy's left cheek is pasted on the wind shield. "Ouch..." A painful groan escapes from Charles' parted lips when he struggles throughout the process.