Chapter 4

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It has been about 2 weeks now since Donghae had been kidnapped by Hyukjae. Donghae has finally gotten used to talking to Hyukjae, and now he is allowed to walk around the house as long as he doesn't try to run.

Donghae POV

"Morning Hyukkie." I walked out of my room and saw breakfast on the table waiting. "Morning Hae," Hyukjae replied with a smile. We both sat down and started eating. Our meal was still awkward but we were more comfortable with each other and honestly I actually enjoyed his company.

He finally let me out of my room thinking I needed to stretch my legs. It was good that he let me out the room was getting really stuffy anyway. I'm free to walk anywhere in the house as long I don't go into his room or the basement. Every other room was unlocked for me, except the front door; it was one of those locks that were on the inside and out so you needed a key to open it. There wasn't much in the house anyways the kitchen, bathroom, living room, a study, and my room that's all there was. Oh and let me mention there is not a single window at all. It was like he made this house just to keep me in it and made sure I was able to run away. When I think about it I've actually never tried to even run away I mean there were so many opportunities too, he would leave his key on the tables sometimes and he would sometimes forget to lock the door when he came back or when he went out. I'm not sure why but, I felt safe in this place.

From what I've seen of Hyukjae he seemed like a normal guy and honestly doesn't look like the type to actually kidnap someone. It was weird, but I guess normal looking people aren't so normal. I did learn a lot about him though, he's an only child, his parents are divorced and he was disowned at the age of 15 by his own parents, he is currently 21, and his favorite thing besides and I quote "staring at pictures of you, Hae" is to dance. He was pretty tall too (A/N I know their heights aren't that different but in the story Hae is up to hyukjae's shoulder) nice face and everything, handsome too, and he was also very nice to me considering him to be my kidnapper. He provided everything for me food, clothes, and whatever else I needed to survive.

"Hae is there anything you want to eat for lunch?" he asked me. 'Hmmm what should I eat for lunch...? Oh I know!' "Hyukkie I feel like Chinese food today~," I replied with a huge smile. He chuckled and said "sure Hae Ill get us Chinese food for lunch." He reached his hand out and pinched my cheeks,"Hae you are so cute." He gave me his gummy smile and I felt all the heat the rush to me cheeks I looked down and bit my lip embarrassed. He chuckled again and let go of my cheeks and gathered all the dishes and brought them to the sink.

I wonder if something is wrong with me... my heart races when I see that gummy smile of his... is this what you're supposed to feel this way for your kidnapper? I honestly don't think he's a bad guy...I mean he could've been a potential lover if he didn't kidnap me..... Wait wait wait no donghae you aren't supposed to feel or think this way for your kidnapper...

I was having a conflict with myself and it wasn't a good one either. I really hope that I wasn't falling for my kidnapper... Maybe I should stop thinking about this.

"Hyukjae!" I called out I look at the kitchen and see his head poke out," what is it Hae?" I smiled and replied," umm do you by chance have any art supplies? I feel like painting or something." He thought for a second," oh yeah I do! I'll get it for when I'm done with the dishes." He said with a smile. I nodded and headed to my room. 'Maybe this is a way to stop thinking about it.' I was never artistically talented but I was decent enough to be called good.

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