kidnapped

|fourteen|

jungwoo's eyebrows furrowed, looking me up and down as i dug my nails into a pillow next to me. my smile was obviously fake and a few tears were running down my cheeks. he walked in and sat next to me, holding out his hand. i took it with both of mine, squeezing until his fingers turned purple. he shook his hand back, bringing it close to his chest with a disgusted look.

"jesus christ! how can you grip so hard?!" he yelled. johnny chuckled.

"this bitch hurts!" i yelled back. johnny drew his tattoo gun back and laughed loudly.

jungwoo and i just looked at him. he wiped a fake tear and went back to finishing the bird on my thigh. i reached for jungwoo's hands again but he handed me a pillow to squeeze instead. i took it from him instantly, hugging it to my chest until its middle was almost nothing as it became squished from my pressure.

jungwoo finally got the feeling back in his fingers, interlocking out hands together. we faced eachother and our hands were between us.

"please don't squeeze my hands like that again," he pleaded.

"no promises but i'll try," i told him. he gave me a confused look. "you're gonna be the volunteer if i'm in pain like this again, okay? okay." he just nodded.

i dropped our hands and he stood up to leave. "gotta blast!"

"is there anything else like this?" i turned my attention back to johnny as he took off his latex gloves.

he examined my thigh. "there's a part right here," i could feel his breath turn from cold to warm as his face got closer to my thigh and kissed it. a shiver ran down my spine. he looked up at me, kissing my thigh in the same place over and over. his dark eyes held lust. "i wouldn't have to do this if you weren't wearing that shirt."

"not my fault," i scoffed, crossing my arms. "mark let me borrow it."

johnny stood up and put his arms next to my legs. "or maybe you shouldn't wear it. see what you get from that."

"i didn't pick this shirt, you know."

"does that matter anymore?" our faces were inches apart.

"if you really wanna go there," i crossed my arms.

he looked down at my new tattoo, rubbing it with his thumb. "what if i do?"

i knew this was coming so i didn't respond. our eyes met again and he raised an eyebrow.