kidnapped

|twenty eight|

doyoung's phone dinged with a message from mark. i sneakily looked over his shoulder and read the message.

mark
y is she cute angry

i glared over at mark. he didn't notice, but i read his messages he sent to doyoung.

doyoung
actually tho

mark
i want her in my pocket wth

doyoung
wow i can actually relate to you for once holy shit

mark
???? fuck off

doyoung
okok sorry
but just wait till we get back ;))))

mark
ohhhh yeah like damn

i felt doyoung shift in his seat and i adverted my eyes from mark's phone. i hoped my head wasn't turned enough so he knew i was reading their messages and prayed his was readajusting his seating. i glanced over at him by the corner of my eye and saw his arm start to come near my shoulder. instinctively i drew my head near his chest when his arm laid on my shoulders as i began to feel tired. i knew he was smirking when he messaged mark.

mark
bro you don't need to rub it in

doyoung
aww cmon man
lame

mark
so are you
plus i bet you 10 dollars she's just tired

doyoung
ight bet
we on

mark
k

soon enough after reading that, i fell asleep. when i woke up, i was in the bed at their warehouse. i sat up and felt really cold even though i was under my blankets. i tossed the blankets off me and i was wearing just a bra and really short shorts.