The Man Who Could Not Stop Time (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Why is this Happening to Me?

I wandered the busy streets of Seoul, tears streaming down my face. I had just been fired from my only job, and would have to go home and explain that to my strict family. And the person I thought was my best friend had just stolen the love of my life from me.

"What a bitch!" I muttered. "I am never speaking to her again!"

I might have never seen her again anyway, because the majority of our contact stemmed from the cafe. I had met her there. We started our friendship at the beginning of the year, so I barely knew anything about her. How stupid of me to think she was trustworthy.

But I needed to go home. I couldn't just spend all night wallowing in self pity while the world went on. Or could I?

I turned down the alley that I usually used as a short cut to get home.

Things really just weren't going my way.

The alleyway that was usually empty, and was always dark, was now filled with a group of boys. They all hunched together around a glowing light.

'Odd...' I thought. They were probably up to no good, so I thought it best to avoid them.

I decided to take another route, and turned to walk back down the alley to the street. Suddenly I heard the loud sound of crunching aluminum. I had accidentally stepped on a can that alerted the boys to my arrival. The small group looked up in unison at me, their eyes all directed at me.

I felt awkward with all of them watching me.

"Uhh..." I started to say, "Sorry to bother you, I'll just go this way..."

I turned my back to them, walking away and minding my own business.

'That was strange.' 

I had almost made it out of the alley and back onto the busy street when everything went black. It took me a moment to realize a bag had been put over my head.

I started screaming as I was dragged away, but no one heard me. No one was coming to save me. I was put into a car and taken away.

I gave up on screaming after a while because I realized that it was no use. My life was shit, nothing was going to change about that. This kidnapping was nothing, just another bump in the road for me.

After the car came to a stop, I felt myself be carried by two people quite a while before being set into a chair. Then after some shuffling, I was tied up, rope bonding my hands behind my back and my chest to the chair. I had a feeling that this group of boys weren't familiar with kidnapping people because the rope was tied very loosely. If I really wanted to, I could get out of the restraints right that second. But I knew I couldn't fight my way out, so I waited.

Suddenly someone took the bag off of my head.

I was in a basement that was poorly lit and was surrounded by seven very attractive men.

Any other day this would have been a dream come true, but now I was just tired and annoyed. I wanted to go home and sleep, yet here I was instead. The seven of them were speaking to each other before one removed the bag from my head.

"What should we do with her? We've been found out." The meanest looking one said. He had strong eye brows and a good build. Definite boyfriend material.