Who Are You?

#7

NAMJOON POV:

I paced back and forth, ruffling my hair in frustration at the thought of something, anything, that could happen to Junhee.

"I should go back to Korea, Seungkwan." I looked at my secretary.

"I think you should too but sir, what about the meeting-"

"I don't care about that damn meeting! My daughter is in danger!"

"What do you mean your daughter is in danger?" I turned my head towards the door. There stood Jin with a basket in his hand. My mouth opened and closed, trying to form the right words and tell Jin about the situation.

"Kim Namjoon, I fucking ask you, what do you mean by your daughter is in danger?" 

Shit, I'm doom. Jin barely cursed, he would when he was so so angry. And now he is. 

"Kim Namjoon!"

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you, just calm down." I eyed Seungkwan, he got my message and went out from the room, bowing a bit at Jin before closing the door. Jin placed the basket on the table, I guessed the basket was full of homemade food that Jin cooked for me.

"I'm sorry for yelling. Please tell me what happened to Hyejin. Tell me that she's just fine." 

I couldn't hold it any longer as I broke down into tears in Jin's embrace. He stroked my back up and down.

"H-hyung.. I-I.. I failed t-to protect her."

"Shushh. Joonie, no, no you don't. Things happened out of our control okay. Come on, you're stronger than this."

I pulled back a bit, looking at Jin with my teary eyes. "What will happen to her, hyung?"

Jin sighed. "Well I don't know so stop all this crying Joon, you look hideous. Work your 148 IQ of a brain to find a way and save her."

I then snapped my head upwards, eyes meeting Jin's. 

"Jungkook." 

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HYEJIN POV:

"We're gonna stay here for the night."

I gazed at the building in front of us while Jeon was taking his backpack from the passenger seat. The signboard lamp was flickering the words 'Love and L' as the rest of the letters could not be read because of the broken lamp. 

My gazed was interrupted by Jeon tugging my arm, dragging me into the lobby. The surrounding wasn't user friendly at all. I grimaced at the couple that was making out at the couch in the lobby. Darting my eyes to the floor upon seeing the uncensored scene. 

I was looking on the floor the whole time we're walking, which made me didn't realize that Jeon stopped and I bumped into him.

"Auch." I rubbed my face at the scratch, all because of his backpack zipper. 

"Look ahead when walking, will you?" He glared at me and continued to walk to the counter. I pouted, following him afterwards.

"Room for two." Jeon said. He didn't even said please. That was rude. He had no manners. I scoffed at that. I turned my attention at the recipient, a man, in his mid 40 from his white hair that almost full on his head and his wrinkled face. He grinned at me, showing me his yellowish teeth.

"Whatta good girl you have, mind if I borrow her for the night?"

My eyes widen, quickly hiding behind Jeon. I knew he was my kidnapper but all over he was the only man that I could trust at the moment, for surely, not the recipient. I glanced through Jeon's shoulder, the man extend his hand to touch me.