kidnapped

|twenty|

"hey," jungwoo held me tighter. "it's not your fault."

he lifted my chin to look at me clearer. i sniffled. "i was too 'good looking,' so it is my fault."

"it wasn't your fault."

"yes it was."

"no, it wasn't."

i jerked my head away and scoffed. "whatever," i crossed my arms.

i looked over to the doorway with a glare and saw johnny had left. i hadn't even noticed the bed shift whenever doyoung had left also.

not surprising that they left.

"well then," jungwoo moved farther away from my side and i turned to look at him. "yes?"

he cleared his throat. "how do i make you believe it wasn't your fault?"

"you could give me thousands of dollars so i can spend it."

"will that help?"

"maybe."

"you just want the money don't you."

"i never said that."

"well you implied it. what can i do?"

"leave me be to cry myself to sleep."

"no. i'm not gonna let you cry."

"aw you're such a fun hater."

"what do you like to do?"

"online shop."

"and?"

"why do you care? i'm super boring."

"uhm, anything else you like to do?"

"do you have a pen?"

"why—"

"do you have a pen?"

"yeah?" he got up and left. i waited for a couple minutes until he sat back down and handed me a gel pen.

"what's it for?"

"you'll see," i uncapped the pen and looked at my hand until i had an idea.

"what are you doing?"

(^•∆•^)

"done!" i smiled, looking at my arm which had dots covering it halfway to my elbow. i looked around for jungwoo and saw he was gone.

why's everybody leaving me?

guys i did the same thing to my hand the other day lmao