LOST [MiChaeng]

Chapter 9: final.

“She’s mine now,” Seokjin snarled, pulling Mina to his chest and wrapping his arm around her shoulders tightly. He gloated, smirking at Chaeyoung, who was behind bars, shaking the poles of iron. They would not budge, nor would they bend. As expected of a proper jail. A jail Chaeyoung wasn’t even supposed to be in.

“Let go of her!” she screamed, glaring fiercely at Mina’s captor. “Mina, run!”

Mina squirmed and fidgeted, but Seokjin’s grasp on her was still tight as ever. Chaeyoung could tell, from the way Mina tried to twist and turn but couldn’t. Seokjin grinned, and ran his finger down Mina’s face, pausing at her lips for more than a few moments. “She can’t run,” he whispered. “I won’t let her. Especially not when we go home. I have something planned for her. Something...fun.”

“You bastard, let go!” Chaeyoung yelled, trying desperately to shake the bars. “You should be in my place! You’re the one who should be in jail!”

“Scream all you want, Chaeyoungie, but no one’s going to hear you,” Seokjin sighed, pretending to examine his fingernails. “While I’m gone, feel free to go to town with the thought of what I’m going to do to your friend. I bet you’ll be turned on...right?”

Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, and she dry heaved. She couldn’t possibly imagine the horrors that would happen to Mina in the next hour. She couldn’t let this happen. She had to somehow get Seokjin where he belonged: behind these bars.

But when she looked up...

Seokjin and Mina had disappeared.

A gut-wrenching scream escaped her lips,

interrupted not by the police,

but the steady beeping of a hospital monitor.

....

Hospital monitor?

Chaeyoung jolted awake, immediately sitting up. The first thing she noticed was the utter whiteness of the room she was in. She was lying in a white bed, her body was covered by white sheets, her head had formerly been on a white pillow, and the walls, not to mention furniture, around her were white. A T.V. was hanging on the wall in front of her, and its remote was lying on the white table beside her.

She was in a hospital.

Chaeyoung turned to her side and winced, feeling an ache in the side of her body, accompanied by the rustle of paper. She looked down, and saw that her arms were wrapped in bandages. Gingerly, she pulled her shirt up, and saw that her midsection was covered in bandages as well. The places she had been hurt the most were treated and wrapped, she figured. If that was so, then her face probably was wrapped as well. She rose a trembling hand to her face and felt...flesh. No bandages. Though there was some kind of sticky substance on her right eye – which was swollen and closed – but that was probably cream.

An IV drip was fixed into her hand, and sure enough, when she turned (this time slower than before, as to not awaken the pain again), there was a plastic bag full of liquid hanging next to her, alongside a monitor that displayed her slow heartbeat. Admittedly, despite the place she was currently in, Chaeyoung was strangely calm. The knowledge of Seokjin and his gang being chased by the police and Mina staying by her side as she rested was more than enough to settle Chaeyoung’s nerves.

But she was confused – how did she get here? Mina must have brought her here, for sure. But where was Mina?

Almost as if Chaeyoung’s question had been spoken out loud, a doctor entered the room briefly to check her vitals. He asked her a few questions, most of them pertaining to her condition and if she felt any pain. After a minute or two, he got up, smiling at her. “The young lady who brought you here will be with you any moment now. I believe she’s filling out some paperwork.” And with that, he left.