Seventeen Imagines (COMPLETED)

Vernon (Pt. 2)

It's been three days and I feel terrible. I wasn't eating or drinking anything. How could I? Hansol's uncle might slipped something in it and try to poison me or something.

My hands and legs were still tied up. My mouth wasn't duct taped anymore because they noticed I was too weak to scream. My head was resting against the wall as I watched Hansol and his uncle argue about something.

"They won't bring the money unless they see she's okay. They might have called the cops already", Hansol said.

"They aren't gonna see her. I demanded the money be placed in the small box that's next to the trash can and once we have it, we kill her. I don't care if they told the cops. They don't even know who they're looking for. So stop worrying and get her up. We're gonna have a little fun with her", his uncle smirked.

"What are you gonna do?", Hansol asked him as he pulled me up on my feet.

"You mean what are we gonna do? She knows something we don't so we're gonna beat it out of her", his uncle said, taking out the small pocket knife.

"Look she's exhausted. You'll kill her if she bleeds out", Hansol said.

"Why do you care?", his uncle asked.

"I-I don't. I'm just saying if you kill her now, her parents will find something sketchy and won't bring the money", Hansol stuttered nervously.

"You're right. We're gonna have to pressure them to bring the money faster. I'll be back", his uncle said before disappearing out of the room.

Hansol carefully set me down on the couch and removed the tape from my mouth. He noticed it looked like I was gonna fall unconscious so he held both of his hands on my cheeks and lightly slapped me to get my attention.

"Hey...listen to me carefully okay? I have a plan to get you out of here but you're gonna have to stay awake alright? Can you do that?", he whispered.

I forced my eyes open and nodded. Hansol could hear footsteps so he placed the duct tape back onto my mouth and stepped back. His uncle came charging in and grabbed the gun to put in his back pocket.

"Get her up", his uncle demanded.

"Why?", Hansol asked.

"Cops are coming. We have to move. Now!", he yelled as he grabbed the rest of the stuff.

Hansol put me back up on my feet and helped me walk. My legs were sort of numb from being tied up but it felt so good to have my legs free. His uncle went first, checking each corner to see if it was clear. Hansol kept whispering in my ear, telling me that everything is gonna be okay. He showed me the pocket knife and placed a finger on his lips so I won't make a sound. Unfortunately his uncle turned back on time to see him untying my hands.

"What the hell are you doing??", his uncle yelled angrily.

Hansol pushed me behind him and extended the pocket knife towards his uncle. He got him right on the shoulder but his uncle shot towards him, hitting him right on his side. I yelled and held both sides of my head. Despite him being severely injured, Hansol grabbed my hand and pulled me away. We could hear his uncle behind us but Hansol wouldn't give up to get us out of there. As soon as we were out, the cops pointed guns at him, telling him to put his hands up. Before he could do anything, he fell on the floor, unconscious.

~~~~

I was sent to the hospital so they could put nutrients into my body. After about an hour I felt better than the last few days. My parents were worried about me. The cops came into the room and asked me a few questions.

"Where's Hansol? That boy that was shot, Where is he?", I asked.

"He's in surgery still. After recovery, we're gonna send him straight to prison", one of the cops said.

"What?? Why??", I asked.

"Sweetheart, he kidnapped you. He was gonna kill you", my mother said.

"No! He was afraid of his uncle. The whole time he's been taking care of me. He even stabbed his uncle so we could escape. He didn't want his uncle to hurt me. His uncle said after they got the money, he would kill me. Hansol didn't want that. It's not his fault", I said to them.

"That doesn't matter. He's an accomplice. He's going to jail no matter what", the cops said.

"He didn't do anything to me! He was helping me! He just didn't want his uncle to kill him. He had a gun", I said.

"Calm down (y/n)", my father said.

"No! I'm not answering anymore questions until I see Hansol", I said and covered myself with the blanket.

"We'll come back later."

~~~~

I waited and waited until the doctor told me Hansol was recovering. I asked if I could see him but only for a little bit. I didn't want anyone to go with me so I went by myself.

When I walked into Hansol's room, he was watching tv. When he saw me, he turned down the volume and carefully sat up.

"What are you doing here?", he asked.

"I wanted to see if you were okay", I said, sitting down in a chair.

"I'm alright. How are you doing?", he asked.

"I'm not the one who got shot. They said they were gonna take you to jail. I tried to tell them that you were helping me stay alive but they wouldn't listen", I said.

"But I do deserve to go to jail. I shouldn't have agreed to his plan. You could've died because of me", he said.

"But I didn't. You risked your own life to save me. They should see that. It's not like you could've done something since he did have a gun and tried to kill you", I said.

"That doesn't matter", he said.

"Yes it does! It matters to me. I don't care what the cops think, I'm not letting you go to jail for saving my life. I'm not gonna stop", I said.

"Save your energy. They won't listen to you. It's the law that they have to follow. I'm taking responsibility and there's nothing that you can do. Please don't fight back. I know what I'm doing. I'll be out sooner than you think. And when I do get out, I hope you'll still remember me. That way I can take you out to eat. Think about it. You have a few years", he joked.

"That's not funny. But I won't forget you. I mean how could I?", I said.

"You should go and get some rest. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll see you in a few years", he softly smiled at me.

I stood up and leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. When I walked out of his room, I glanced at him one last time before walking away.

'I'll see you in a few years'