Twisted (Jikook)

Chapter 4

I froze, interally wincing.

Why does he have to be awake?

"It's okay," I answered coldly.

"What's your name?" Mr Jeon asked and sat up. Immediately, he let out an involuntary groan and clutched his head.

"Call me Mr Park," I said, feeling a slight urge to check on what's wrong with him, although I knew it was most likely just a hangover.

"No, like your real name," Mr Jeon questioned again.

I contemplated for a moment. It felt uncomfortable giving him my name, but what's the harm?

"Jimin. Park Jimin," I said awkwardly. Now I remember why I didn't want to tell him my name. I hardly ever introduce myself and I hated to do so. Introductions feel friendly, and I am not known to be friendly.

"Jimin," Mr Jeon said thoughtfully.

"Please don't call me that," I blurted out, feeling my cheeks burn. I dislike being called my name, especially by people who are not more senior than me. It felt... intimate.

Mr Jeon stared at me, looking slightly taken aback by my response.

"Alright then... I'll call you Mr Park."

A moment of silence passed.

"Can you tell me more about my father? What did he do?" he spoke timidly.

I am not in the mood for story telling time.

But Mr Jeon's eyes shone with curiosity, more so than fear.

Alright then, I'll tell you the cold, hard truth.

"You father sells drugs. He wanted to trade with my father, but the deal fell through. In a fit of anger, he shot my father in the foot. You are kidnapped because my father wants something out of your dad, and if he refuses, you're dead. And even if he complies, you are never returning back to your old life." I said.

Mr Jeon's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. The curiosity in his eyes is now replaced by pure terror, now knowing the truth and how dangerous I am. I wasn't an ordinary kidnapper that he can easily outsmart. He is in the hands of a powerful syndicate, and theres no chance of escaping. He wormed his way under the covers, not saying a word.

I took it as my cue to leave and so I did, shutting the door and pushing the key into the lock, making sure that it is secure.

Now he knows who I am, what I am capable of and his true predicament.

Why do I even care about what he thinks about me? In fact it is best if he thinks I'm a cold-hearted beast that can take his life any time, because that is what I truly am.
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I decided to train at my underground gym today, alone. As hours flew by, I struggled to maintain my stamina. The punching bag seemed to fill itself with more sand with every punch I deliver. Glancing at the clock, I almost cheered as I saw that it was already afternoon. Pulling off my boxing gloves, I climbed back upstairs to prepare lunch.

Opening the refrigerator, I pulled out some pre seasoned chicken drumsticks, broccoli and fish fillets. I tossed the drumsticks into the oven and coated my frying pan with oil, throwing in all the other ingredients together

In less than fifteen minutes, I had prepared a simple yet scrumptious meal. Separating a small portion for Mr Jeon, I headed to his room to give him the food.

To my surprise, the pancakes were untouched and Mr Jeon was still under the covers, still in the same position as when I left him in the morning. I walked over to the side of his bed and tapped him, thinking he fell asleep. As I pulled the covers off him slightly, I realised he was very much awake. His eyes were swollen from crying for hours.