kidnapped - p . j . m [ ikpjm book 2 ]

Chapter 7

Yoo Ri's P.O.V

"Speak to me." Jimin demanded, for the 100th time already.

I looked down, and gulped. I was just sitting down on a couch, then I stared at him, not uttering a single word.

Jimin kept trying to make me talk to him.

But I knew I couldn't. One word I say, may lead to me breaking down immediately.

"One last chance." Jimin bellowed, and his hand grabbed my jaw tightly.

I never knew he would dare to threaten me like this.

But at the same time, this was not him.

I whined in pain and used my hands to make him let go of me.

"Stop it! I don't know you anymore." I finally spoke, fighting my tears which were trying to esxape.

"You, don't know me?" He slammed his hands onto the table.

This maniac.

"You're crazy..." I muttered under my breath, and he grabbed a whole bunch of my hair.

"Tell me that one more time, and I'll rip your head off." He gritted his teeth as he said that.

It hurt so bad, but what hurt the most was inside of me. My heart was breaking.

And I couldn't help, but cry out.

Tears were flowing down from my two eyes, and I was uncontrollably breathing.

My breathing was so loud, it made Jimin, notice.

"Oh no. Baby, I didn't mean to make you cry..." Jimin said as he tilted his head.

Baby?

I wanted to scoff so badly.

He shook his head rapidly, then slapped himself lightly.

He's gone mad.

"N-No." He said.

He's really Jimin. Just insane.

"I-I love you." Jimin turned to look at me, and he stated.

"I... I love you too..." I muttered.

Just, not the crazy you.

"W-What do you want me to do?" He stammered, questioning an obvious.

"I want to go back home..." I softly said.

The man infront of me squinted his eyes, leaning closer to me.

His breath hitched ever so lightly onto my nose. It was, just a good feeling.

It makes me remember that he's still someone I love.

"But... This, is home." He simply said, "We met here. We stayed here, together? Remember?"

No.

We left this place.

Long ago.

"No, Jimin, you got it all wrong... This isn't home." I muttered.

He shook his head, staying firm to his choice.

"This is home. We'll live here together." Jimin said.

I gulped, not knowing what could possibly happen.

This wasn't what I wanted.

I stared into the man's eyes, wondering, what got into him.

Something must have happened.

Some kind of brain washing technique.

(SKIP)