Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Seven:

(Kismet)

Slowly, painfully, every single second feels like an hour. Ye-Jun's knees were hurting from being in this position, kneeling down on the floor. His head was hung low and his hands behind his back.

With his eyes close he had imagined a whole world outside of his current life. He was in Germany, back with his parents, his face buried behind a magazine, his gaze not upon the words and images of the paper, but through a world of his own, imagining what his life would be like if he was a model. His dream job at only 13 years old.

Faintly smiling, Ye-Jun yearns to be 13 again and wishing to be a model, and not 24 years old, famous model, wishing to be 13 again.

At any time he might break down from how frightened he is, and he's trying his best not to. Any sound, no matter how faint it is, the man would hit his back with the gun, threatening him to shoot him if he didn't be quiet.

Ye-Jun wonders if she's actually that cruel to the point of murder. Will she actually go through with her threats? There's no doubt the man would kill him in a heartbeat. But Minseu?

She can't. Ye-Jun refuses to believe it. She's doing all of this, but it's an act. She won't do anything to Seokjin and him. This's all a show for Namjoon. Namjoon would come and rescue Seokjin. He will argue with Minseu and tell her this a ridiculous thing to do and she will ask for Seokjin's money, and he will agree to give it back so they can be set free.

Delusional! His mind screams back at him. He's so stupid. Weak. Selfish. No good of a man. He needs to stop this. Seokjin can't be harmed. Nor his baby. But Minseu can't know this.

"Minseu," he calls out, his voice falling and cracking. His throat needed water.

"Shut up," the man shouts, swaying the gun to Ye-Jun's head causing him to fall to the ground on his side.

Panting, his chest rapidly moving, he cries out again, tears silently pouring down.  "Please, Minseu. Don't do anything to Seokjin. Deal with me. Do whatever you want. I'm at fault. Not him."

"What did I fucking tell you? No noise. Your brain will be scattered all over the floor if you don't shut the hell up," the man shouts into his ear, pressing the gun further into his head, the metal object penetrating fear into his entire body. The man was squatting down, a scowl with irritation in his face.

Without saying anything, Ye-Jun nods, shutting his eyes forcefully. Pain springs up in both his eyes, the swelling, preventing him from fully closing them. His entire face and abdomen are on fire. It feels as if he had run a thousand miles and was now trying to catch his breath. Every single movement was an extra effort to remain calm.

His face pressed on the cold, tile floor, ignoring the lost impulse of his hands that were behind his back, Ye-Jun looks up at Minseu who was sat comfortably with her leg on top of the other, busy with his phone.

Once again, he calls to get her attention. He doesn't care if the man punches him again or deepens the gun into his skin, he needs to remind her that Seokjin is off limits. This isn't a game. She's playing with human beings. Their lives are at stake, as well as hers. Poof. They're gone. So is her motherhood. Her family. If she really wants to threatened Namjoon to give her what she wants, killing two people he cares about it's not the way to go.

The man had released his grip on the gun, loosely handing it behind his neck, his body still in the same position; however, he was now looking at Minseu, calling her over.

Minseu doesn't answer, stopping his movement of words with a raise of a finger. She silences him and he grunts, rising up and turning away from him.