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Chapter Six

Help, I'm having a crisis.

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I don't know if I'm a Chan stan anymore because Minho is wrecking me too hard these days.

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A reminder;

Just because you are broken,
Doesn't mean you're not beautiful.
A moment of weakness does not define your strength.

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I massaged my jaw, trying to soothe the pain from Chan's iron-like grip. Hurts like a bitch...

After that very nice meeting with the boys, Chan granted me the freedom of exploring the manor and get familiarized with the new sudden change of environment as he said.

As Chan was saying that, I was looking at my feet, but when I looked up, everyone has vanished into thin air, going to who knows where.

Why am I even here?

Am I supposed to be here?

What do they want from me?

"Where's the kitchen? I think I need ice for my jaw, it still hurts..." I muttered to myself, still massaging the painful part of my jaw.

As I turned left, I saw Jisung leaning against the wall next to a vase, seeming to caress the leaf of a plant in a daze. I stared at him, waiting for what he'll do next.

"You do know that spying on someone is credibly rude," He said, making me hear his voice for the first time since I arrived here.

And you think abducting someone isn't?

I bit my tongue back, refraining myself from saying that, "I was just... wondering if you, perhaps know where the kitchen is..."

He raised his back from the wall, striding towards me, "And why would I tell you that?"

I looked past him, wanting to seem unafraid and make him believe that I was looking straight at him, "It's just that... my jaw still hurts from Chan's hold,"

He stopped in front of me, darkly chuckling, and grabbing my jaw like how Chan did, making wince in pain, "Oh, like this?"

I did not respond, in which he added, "Not using your words, little girl? Well then, you won't know where the kitchen is,"

He stared at me, analyzing my features. His eyes suddenly glowed a beautiful green color, and I felt something warm in my jaw.

"What? Speak,"

I softly shook my head, and with a low voice I said, "Never mind,"

"Tch, you wasted my time," He said, letting go of my jaw, and walked past me, profusely bumping his shoulder against mine and leaving me standing in the middle of the hallway without a word.

"Unbelievable," I muttered, but my eyes widened when I said that, my hand going to my jaw.

The pain is gone...

I looked at my hand, then at Jisung's fading silhouette, noticing a fading green mist floating around the hand he used to hold my jaw.

Thanks, I guess...

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A day has passed, then that day turned into a week, then turned into a month, yet I am still trapped inside this place, with no signs of going out.