What He Did To Me || KTH✔

Chapter 27

"Jungkook is your twin."

I had no words. He's... my twin?

"Yeah, it's true." Appa replied. "You want to know why I was so mad at your Eomma? It wasn't that she cheated, it was more so that we could barely afford to pay for the things we would need to have another baby."

"Wait... I don't understand..." I mumbled, still trying to process the fact that Jungkook was my brother.

"We didn't just have you, you had a twin. We couldn't afford to keep him, so we put him up for adoption. It was horrible... I didn't want to let him go, but we had to." Appa explained. "By time Jiyeon was born, there was a bit more money to spare, but not much. I begged for your eomma to get rid of the baby... but she wouldn't do it."

"I'm still so confused-"

"By time the three of you were older, we got enough money to live peacefully and everything turned out fine, but I was so mad that we could keep her child, but not mine..." Appa explained. "I watched Jungkook grow up, and the two of you became friends. I was happy that you had gotten to know each other, but I didn't want him to end up coming over to our house and eomma figuring it out. That's why I got upset with you that you were hanging out with the members of BTS. She would have definitely known it was him, since the two of you looked so much alike."

"Wait, how is this even possible?" I asked.

"When's your birthday?" Appa asked.

I tilted my head again. "September 1st."

"And when's his birthday?"

I hesitated. "September 1st..."

"There you go." Appa said, and he left the room.

I dropped the water bottle onto the ground, and sat back into the chair, covering my face in my hands.

"He's my twin... he's my twin..." I mumbled in disbelief.

Taehyung sat on the floor in front of me, and took a sip of his water bottle. "I always wondered why you two looked so alike... and it didn't really occur to me that that could be a possibility, even though you both had the same birthday." He said.

"I need to talk to him! And now we might not ever get out of here, and I might not ever get the chance to even tell him..." I said, taking my hands away from my face and leaning backwards. "He might never know."

"Jihee." Taehyung said, grabbing my hands, and I looked down at him. "We are going to get out, okay? Where did you go after I kicked you out?"

"To Sora's."

"Now she'll be wondering where you went. She probably has called the police already, so they're probably looking for us now." Taehyung explained. "And we can't be too far from town. Hyungsik shows up randomly from time to time, and he's got to be able to go back and forth quickly."

"Wait, Hyungsik knows you're here?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's the one who kidnapped me... he's working with your Appa." Taehyung said. "That's probably why you had to have the two of us get into a fight, so he would hate me enough to do it.

I sighed. "I hate him so much..."

"But listen to me." Taehyung said, giving me a reassuring look. "He still cares about you. He mentioned that to me. I doubt he has any idea that you're here. And if he ever figures it out, he'll get us out of here. Or get you out, at least. And then you can tell Jungkook."

"But what if Hyungsik never comes back?" I asked.

"Just take advice from Hoseok, stay positive. Don't ever doubt for a second that we'll escape, because we're getting out of here." Taehyung assured me.

I took a deep breath, and nodded. "Okay... we'll get out." I replied. "Oh... and how'd you trust me so quickly after Appa said that over the speaker?"

"I kinda realized how I was stupid not to trust you all along... you told me a million times that half of those notes were fake, and I didn't listen. I was just concerned about the fact that you were working against me, and that they all told me that your plan was to hurt me somehow. That's what scared me. And then Hyungsik showed up at my door later that night... and I didn't even expect it." Taehyung explained. "I was prepared for your appa to come hurt me or something, not him."

"Oh..." I replied.

"After I realized that you really weren't working against me, I thought about it for a while. If I hadn't kicked you out, would I still be at my house, unharmed? But whatever... it wasn't either of our faults." Taehyung said. "I just need to have more trust in you."

"We're in this together now, right?" I asked.

Taehyung nodded in response, then stood up from his crouched position. I grabbed my unopened water bottle, and took a sip.

I'm sure Appa didn't want to kill us, but that didn't mean that he was going to give us food and water regularly. I wasn't sure about what his plan was, so I couldn't figure out the best way to get through this situation.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and I jumped out of the chair in surprise. Taehyung and I backed up as Appa entered the room.

Without saying a word, Appa dragged me back over to the chair and tied me up again. Dammit...

Then he pulled Taehyung out of the room, and locked the door shut.

"TAEHYUNG!" I yelled. Appa seemed very mad... where was he taking him? I couldn't help but feel very scared for Taehyung. He was the one my Appa was after in the first place, who knows what would happen to him...

I rocked back and forth in the chair, trying to escape from the ropes tying me down. It didn't matter if it wouldn't be any use now, since if I knew I could do it once, then I could do it again.

But it wasn't working, just making the chair almost fall over. And that would be even worse, especially if I fell on my face.

Why did Taehyung have to suffer because of me? He did absolutely nothing wrong, and now he had the pay the price for something that wasn't in his control at all...

I couldn't help but feel like he blamed me for everything, even though I knew that wasn't true. But like Taehyung and I had said, we were in this together now. And I needed to put all my trust in him if we were going to get out. I couldn't even have the slightest bit of doubt, since our trust was vital to our survival.

After what felt like half an hour, the door opened again, and I turned my head as far as I could so I could see what was going on. Taehyung was pushed into the room, and landed on the floor, coughing. I gasped at the sight. He was covered in even more wounds than before, and looked like he was really in pain.

He started to sit up, and I felt a pain in my chest. I didn't like seeing him like this.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Taehyung mumbled, standing up. He picked up one of the water bottles (I wasn't really sure who's was who's anymore) and drank half of what was left. He then splashed a little bit of it onto his cuts to clean them off, since he seemed to be bleeding a bit.

He closed the bottle and threw it onto the ground. "I hate him so, so, so much..."

"You aren't alone with that opinion..." I mumbled.

Without me even asking, Taehyung untied me, just in case we had a chance to get out. I don't even get the point of tying us up in those chairs when the door is locked, so there's no way that we can get out anyway.

Appa doesn't seem to know much about kidnapping. I expected him to be better at this, but why was I complaining?

If Appa made one mistake, that could be our ticket out of this place.