Fear | K.th [Editing]

Ren-e-gade [R] [48°]

"A'ight, Dollie. We's gotta stop atta motel fa the night. In the mornin' we get somethin' to eat 'n then we're on the road 'gain." Korain begins to explain to me the plan as he gets out of the car and opens the back seat door. "I'm gonna untie ya." He does just that. His hand reaches for the tape over my mouth, carefully pulling it off.

I get out of the car, rubbing my wrist as I look around. I wasn't afraid, after everything I've been through; I couldn't possibly know the meaning of that word, more on the side of pissed.

He tosses a grey hoodie at me. "Hide those marks 'n keep the hood on, baby girl." He bluntly states before walking over to the entrance of the run down motel. I pull the hoodie over my head, adjusting my hair. I'm surprised he's not keeping me by his side at all times; is he that cocky that he doesn't expect me to run away? That just makes me want to try it.

I step to the side cautiously, turning my head when I feel Taehyung staring at me as he moves closer. I look up at him as he looks down at me. I flinch upon the palm of his hand against my cheek. He caresses the soft skin there before placing his hands in his pockets. I ignore what that was and walk away from him, deciding against my previous choice, toward Korain who was waiting for us to come inside.

He holds out a dark blue baseball cap and tells me to wear it, hide my face from the security cameras at the front desk. Both of them place black masks over their mouths and haul inside.

I take note of the man behind the brown desk; late 40's maybe, balding, looked sleazy. I look around the small area, small pictures placed against the wall in sort of a way that tried to make this place more 'nice' than it was. Korain asks for a room. The man looks between the three of us with slight judgement on his face, trying to figure out what was the relationship between us. "For the three of yous?"

Korain smiles. Then nods.

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Korain pushes open the door to our room, allowing me to go in first. With my arms crossed, I step inside. Both of the Kims follow behind me. He shuts the door and flips on the light to illuminate where we were supposed to be sleeping for the night. From the outside it looked run down, but the rooms were pretty decent to say the least.

Korain starts toward the small refrigerator, opening the fridge door and raiding whatever was in there. I notice that there was only one bed..."Did'ya see the look on dat guys face? Wonda what 'e was thinkin', dat old perv."

I hear the door close behind me, Taehyung walks toward the blinds beside a round table. He closes the blinds and locks the door, his gaze meeting mine. He turns away and takes a seat at a small wooden table. He sits there in silence. He was pondering. I knew it was best to leave him by himself when he did that.

My attention lands on Korain, another cigarette perched in between his teeth. His hand folds into the pocket of his pants as he hides away the pack of cigarettes. He looks around when he sees my eyes on him, wandering as his feet move him. He had a black duffle bag he was holding while we registered for a room, my eyes landing on said bag now placed against the wall.

He begins to laugh, "It's pretty shitty, right?" He looks my way, pointing around the room. "There's only one bed, a mini fridge, poor lightin', I'm sure the water pressa is crap 'n God knows the TV has a bad signal...Ay, ya don't mind sharin' a bed wit' yer captors, do ya?" He chuckles, running a hand through his blond hair before throwing himself onto the bed. He voices something else out, but it goes muffled between the pillows and his mouth.