His Toy

Chapter 7

Where am I? I really need to stop going unconscious. It's getting annoying. I see the bed I'm laying in, and it's extremely comfortable, maybe a king size with a giant comforter and several pillows, in the shade of periwinkle. My favorite color. Okay, what the hell. I sit up and wince from my side, then
take in my surroundings. There's a small fireplace with no fire, a large window, a dresser, a door slightly ajar which looks like it leads to a conjoined bathroom, and some other minor accessories. I realize it's a bedroom. No. It's our bedroom. Our vacation house. It then comes back who took me last night. How? How did he find me?
"I'm glad you're awake. I didn't know I'd given you so much chloroform. I'm sorry. I was getting worried, it's 6:55," Yugyeom says, coming in through the door which comes from the living room.
"At night?" I ask, shocked.
"Yeah, sorry again," he chuckles.
"Yugyeom, what the fuck? Why did you kidnap me?" I ask, to infuriated to see that I should probably be scared.
"I missed you," he answers simply, like it solves the whole issue.
"You should've thought about how much you would miss me before you slept with that whore," I spit. Me and Yugyeom were together for three years and then he had slept with a prostitute coming home from one of his concerts. I put all the love in my heart to him, and he totally betrayed me. That was four years ago.
"Still sour, I see," he says.
"Yeah. The hell I'm not. I loved you with all of my being, Yugyeom, and you screwed me over big time," I snarl.
"Mark and BamBam miss you a lot. They still won't stop talking about you," he says, his face ridden with what I think is regret.
"I miss them too," I reply, my eyes watering. Mark and BamBam were my best friends, but BTS kept me away from everyone in Got7 after Yugyeom screwed up. I was Got7's dance instructor, but I couldn't stand to be around him anymore so I got a new job with BTS. Now BTS and I are even closer than I was with Got7, though I did only work with them for two years.
"You should text them. I know you have their numbers," he says walking over, still looking regretful. And he's right, I do still have their numbers. Every single one. They text me every now and again, long paragraphs telling me about their lives, and everytime they do, one of the members takes my phone, calls them, tells them to leave me alone, and then the cycle repeats next time I get a text.
"Is that what this is about? How I never text you guys? Fine, we can all start talking again, I'll make a group chat, just let me get my phone," I say, reaching for my pocket. Wait, I don't have a pocket. I'm still in my pajamas from last night.
"Yugyeom, where is my phone?" I ask, only now understanding what might really be going on.
"Don't worry about it," he says.
"Give me my phone and then I'll leave, deal?" I try.
"I don't want you to leave Bella," he says, using my old nickname. I told him that my favorite name in the whole world was Bella, and he said if that was my favorite, it was his favorite too.
Yugyeom was so sweet and loving. He was always so concerned about me, but still knew how to have fun. He was very good, if not excellent in bed, but he was a little on the sweet side even though I like it a little rougher. He was practically perfect. He was the man of my dreams. I thought. But after he cheated on me, all of it went out the window. He knew how I felt about loyalty. He betrayed me anyway. That was just not okay.
"What are you saying Yugyeom?" I ask.
"Bella, you're staying here. I can't keep living without you," he says, standing right in front if me now, taking my hands and looking at me with large, sad, puppy eyes. The ones I used to fall for.
"Well I'm sorry, but I'm leaving," I say, getting up and almost dying as I walk out of the room. I know this house inside and out. It wasn't his reside house, but it was our weekend home. We'd come every single weekend. He knew that since he was away so often and that I needed regular couple time, he had to find some way to fit all of it in. So he promised me every weekend, and that was fine with me, because I knew that I was the girl of his dreams, and he knew he was the man of mine. He was my first love, and I really haven't gotten over what he did. I'm at least I'm not in love with him anymore though. I still love him, but I'm not in love with him, which are two totally different things. I get to front door, and I turn the knob. It won't turn. It won't give me anything more than a jiggle. I try again. Same result.
I rush around the house as fast as I can without hurting my side, trying every door there is and then I try all the windows. No no no no no no no no no. I am trapped in the most suburban part of Seoul, surrounded by woods. Acres and acres of woods. He's gonna kill me. I rush into the kitchen, grab the biggest knife there is, and go back into the living room. Low and behold, he's waiting for me, sitting on the couch. I walk up to him and brace myself. He doesn't look alarmed in the slightest. In fact, he looks worried about me.
"I refuse to die like this," I say, my voice wobbly.
"Like what?" he asks, confused.
"Murder. I will not let you murder me in this house," I say with my squeaky voice.
"Bella, put the knife down," he says concerned, "I would never hurt you."
I drop the knife.
"Then what are you doing?" I ask, not comprehending.
"I'm apologizing," he says while he stands up and puts his arms around my waist. I wince, and he loosens a little.
"I'm really sorry that I hurt you like that. I know how much you loved and trusted me, and I did it because I was insecure about how you felt about me even though I knew you loved me. And I know that you still feel that love. I know because I feel it too. I miss you, every single day of my life. Every performance, you're in my head, every night, before I close my eyes. You are my world and I will not let you be taken from me by some idiot who can't love you like I can," he says with his eyes a passion I'd never seen.
"Who are you talking about?" I ask, silently pleading that he doesn't say who I think.
"That Min Suga. I would've been fine with letting you go, but having him and those two Jim and Tom boys try to win you over was just ridiculous," he says.
"Jimin and Taehyung?" I ask.
"Yeah, them. And then you're always going to their dorm and hanging out with the older boys, and I don't like that," he continues.
"Yugyeom, how do you know this?" I ask while trying to get out of his vine like grip.
"I'm not a stalker, but I just had to see how you were doing. And I'm lucky I did because those assholes were trying to finesse their way into your pants!" he yells, letting me go and taking a few breaths to calm down.
"You do know I'm safe with them right? That they'd never hurt me?" I ask.
"Then what's this?" he asks angrily, lifting up the side of my shirt, exposing my fresh stitches.
"It was an accident, I feel over something," I lie, and he drops my shirt. Yugyeom could never tell when I was lying or not, but he doesn't have to try to tell this time, I realize, because he already knows.
"I was in the hallway last night Bella," Yugyeom says, turning soft, "I saw almost all of it and heard even more. I saw you collapse, and I saw when the vase stabbed you. That killed me Luca. It absolutely killed me."
"Yugyeom, that still doesn't make it okay to kidnap me," I say, not knowing how I feel.
"You don't understand, that isn't safe," he says, like a parent might say to a child who just took candy from a stranger.
"You're safe now, with me," he says quietly.
"What do you mean?" I ask, looking into his eyes.
"I had the most rigid security system involved, where the only way you can get in or out, is by eye recognition," he says, pleased with himself.
"Is my eyes on there?" I ask getting hopeful.
"No, not until I know I can trust you," he says sadly.
"Googi," I try using his old nickname, "you can trust me." I bat my eyelashes, sink my shoulders, and hug him tightly.
"Nice try, but not yet Bella," he says wistfully. Dammit. He pulls out of the hug, and goes into the master bedroom. He comes back out with a backpack and a briefcase and he walks to the front door.
"I'm going to work and I'll be back soon, so don't try anything Bella. I love you," he says, and looks into a spot on the door which I originally mistook for the peephole, the door clicks open, and he walks out with the door closing shut behind him. I'm gonna be here for hours. I sink onto the couch. What am I gonna do?

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