A/N: I'm not going to spoil what's going to happen later on but UGHHHHHHHHH!!!! I've been waiting to write and publish this and it's finally happening! I hope you guys love it just as much as I loved publishing and writing it! Love you all.
I wasn't able to go back and find the picture credits to this pic. So by no means do I own any rights to this picture.
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*Flashback*
I'm in the drivers seat with my dad a passenger in our grey beat down car. The sun is blinding through the poorly tinted windshield, but the sky is filled with white puffy clouds. The perfect day.
"Okay, now turn right onto the interstate." Dads voice was warm and his grey hair poked out from underneath is baseball cap. "Don't forget to turn on your blinker." He smiled and laughed at my careless mistake.
A couple of minutes passed and it was all smooth sailing. Dad gave directions while I listened and weaved through traffic like a pro. The car drove underneath a small bridge and when we come out the sun sent a blinding white light into my eyes. I reached out to block it with my right hand leaving my left hand to jerk the wheel.
Before I could even comprehend the things around me I hear my dad yell: "Ara!"
His old hands went to grab the wheel but he was to late. The next time I opened my eyes I saw fire. Fire and blood covered the broken glass and cloth seats. Blinking deb re out of my eyes I'm faced with a sight that still burns my eyes.
My dad lays next to me not moving and blood stained.
"Dad." I'm hoping he's faking dead like he would when I was little. Or maybe he's just unconscious.
"Daddy?" Come on dad, jokes over. But he doesn't move.
"DAD!"
*End of Flashback*
"Dad!" I scream and sit upright. Sweat beads down my hot forehead. My head is pounding and I feel sick. Bathroom, where's the bathroom? I'm slowly but surely coming to my senses. Around me are poster's of famous dancers, a keyboard in the corner by a window, and a lot of laundry scattered around the floor. The walls are a light shade of grey. As my eyes scan the unfamiliar area my memory fails me.
Still shaken and uneasy from my nightmare, I go to move from the comfortable bed. My upper body moves toward the side of the bed but yet again, something pulls me back. What the heck? My gaze moves from the room to my waist where I'm met with hands holding me in place. Great, awesome. I'm sick and I've been kidnapped. Every girls dream.
Turning my head to meet the face of my kidnapper, I instead see a shirtless Jimin. Does this dude every put on a shirt? Except instead of a cocky smirk his eyes are closed and his lips slightly parted.
Still, I try to squirm out of his grip. While attempting to get up a sharp pain is then shot through my back. My memory then starts rushing back. The punching, the glass, the yelling. Blood. I guess I blacked out. One more attempt is made to get up but my back stretches letting the pain grow.
A mild whimper is heard from my lips and then the grip around my small waist tightens ever so slightly.
"Morning Flower." There's that cocky tone. His morning voice is lower and more gravely. I move my legs slightly and realize that I'm in a shirt way to big for me. And I also have on no pants...Oh no no no.
"Jimin I swear to God if anything happened-"
"Nothing happened all right? Just chill." His arms still haven't moved.
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Fanfic"You left that bruise on her wrist didn't you?" Jungkook spits his words in Jimin's face. "No. I'm not letting you run away again!" I rush up to her and grab at her wrist. "I don't know all of the things that he told you, Ara. But I can tell you on...
