my new neighbour | j.jk ✔

Chapter Four.

"I told you to stay alert. This is what happens when you get too ahead of yourself, young one."

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Jeongguk?

"The *bleep* are you doing, Jeongguk? LET ME GO!"

I kick the window, but it seems way too strong.

"Not yet, Y/N. Not yet." He mumbles. I continue to scream and yell.

"Boss, we're here." An unfamiliar voice says. I notice that it's the driver. I look outside from the window and all I see is a dark area and some sort of brick wall.

"Good." Jeongguk says. He lets me go and I jiggle the handles of the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Let. Me. OUT!" I scream, banging on the windows.

A white rug goes over my mouth and I feel faint.

Lost.

Hopeless.

Unconscious.

I wake up in a jolt.

Phew. It was all a dream.

I sigh and try to get off my bed.

But I notice something weird.

This isn't my bed.

I'm trapped down.

I move my hands, but there's handcuffs. The only things I can move freely are my legs.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Kim Y/N. Trying to get out, honey?"

I hear laughing. Sort of like the evil laugh, like from those movies. I try to look up. I manage to catch a small glimpse of him.

Jeon Jeongguk. He's shirtless and he's wearing black leather pants. He's holding... what seems to be a black and golden...

Whip.

"Jeongguk, leave me now." I demand, still struggling to get off the bed and release myself from the handcuffs.

He laughs again. "You're such a stubborn, young girl. Can't you ask nicely?"

He gets on to the bed and hovers over me, his face a few inches away from mine.

[A/N- Don't worry, this won't be a smut scene, so you don't have to buy all that holy water.]

He smirks and licks his lips. "And even if you complain to someone..."

He shoots a wink.

"I'm too nice. So no one will believe you. You don't have evidence. And if you tell the police or your roommates or anyone else, you'll have big trouble."

I'll admit. He looked rather good shirtless.

But my life is probably on the line here.

"Get off of me." I yell at him.

He takes the whip and hits me hard on my thigh. As I groan in pain, he leans back down, his nose almost touching mine.

"I said. Ask nicely, young one. Nicely."

That was it.

"Not all girls are NICE!" I mutter and kick him in his crotch with my knee. He tumbles next to me, clutching his 'area' in pain.

I manage to squeeze one hand out of the rather loose handcuff. The other one comes out soon, paving way so I can get up.

I leap off the bed and see my bag in the corner of the room. I grab my phone along with it, open the latch on the door, and run for it. I don't look back. The last thing I hear is, "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, Y/N!"