|sixteen|

5.4K 174 93
                                    

he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. his eyes were dark "so you think you can just wear a short shirt like this?"

"not like i had a choice of the length of it taeyong. mark let me borrow it anyways."

"jump."

"why?"

"do it," he demanded, lifting one of my legs around his waist. "now."

i pulled his hand off of my thigh, trying to get out of his grip. his hand tightened around my waist and i couldn't move.

"jump."

i started breathing heavily and not from taeyong being so close. i tried as much as i could to get out of his grip as my panic attack worsed.

"taeyong... s—stop," i told him but he didn't listen. i felt him trying to push my leg up again but i tried not to let my feet leave the ground.

he moved closer, kissing my neck.

"stop!" i yelled, trying to push him away. he wouldn't move. his hand slipped up my shirt and was on my back.

"fucking stop, taeyong!" i screamed and he still wouldn't listen. what got into him all of a sudden? he was just scared shitless of me yesterday!

kidnappedWhere stories live. Discover now