kidnapped

|twelve|

i walked over to the dresser after shutting the door and opened the top drawer.

nothing.

just as i figured.

i opened the rest, assuming the entire thing was empty, as i soon found out i was correct.

"fuck..." i whispered. taeil probably left already, and i didn't know who to ask. maybe mark?

i walked out into a different room leading off from the main room, seeing it was a kitchen. nice. as i walked in, i spotted mark sitting in the counter while scrolling through his phone.

"hey mark," i said. he looked up and smiled. "could i borrow some clothes?"

he nodded, jumping off the counter. "come with me," he led me to his room which looked the same as mine. his desk was messier and he had a desktop computer and a laptop, but that was the only difference between our rooms. he rummaged through his dresser for a minute and tossed me a black t-shirt. i thanked him and walked into my room.

i took my phone out of my pocket and slid my jeans off, setting them inside the first dresser drawer. i unlocked my phone as i took my shirt off and opened my messages. there was none, just like everytime. i exited out of it, looking at my percentage, sixty seven.

i heard my door open and slipped mark's shirt on as fast as i could.

"oh shit sorry–" mark said, covering his eyes.

i pulled the shirt down, just going below my underwear. "yes?"

"taeyong said i had to keep you company," he answered, putting his hand down.

"aww, did he think i was gonna get lonely?" i said in a baby voice.

"p-probably," he laughed loudly.

"sure then," i shoved my shirt into the drawer with my pants and closed it abruptly. "we're sleeping on different sides."