lotto

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jihee sat on the floor, her knees up to her chest and her hands covering her face. she wanted to scream, yell, throw things, but there was no point in that. her thoughts drifted off to her best friend. he wouldn't dare to hurt her, right?

she wanted her to walk up to her and tell her that this is some kind of sick prank, she would laugh it off and continue living her life the way she always had and not like a mafia hostage at just 22. she despised her luck. but at the same time, she believed that junmyeon wouldn't let his girlfriend be killed. he cared about seungchol sure enough.

sick bastard. she thought to herself.

the anger and sadness were both boiling in her and she was ready to explode, all the emotions to pour out of her like the lava out of a volcano. she stood up, her legs barely supporting her at this point, she started to hit a nearby wall as tears welled up in her eyes.

'fuck! fuck! FUCK!'

jihee stopped herself when she felt her hand going numb from all the hitting. she looked at her hand that was now red and it had little cuts on it. she leaned herself against the same wall and slid down it. she had enough. she wanted to leave. she hated this.

jihee tried to find something to unlock the door, since the key she had was now taken from her. she remembered a trick from high school, using a bobby pin. she took one out of her hair and fiddled with the lock.

'please, please, please...'

a smile crept up on her face when she heard the door click. jihee opened the door slowly, looking out if anyone was outside. for her surprise, there was actually no one.

she walked out, careful not to make any unusual sound that might attract any of baekhyun's men. after all, if they found her, she could always pull the kitchen card.

she roamed around the large house, trying to find any way she could leave, but to her dismay - she found no way.

jihee scanned the empty hallway, when her eyes fell onto an incredibly lit area, she walked up to it slowly. the door to a room was opened and she could see someone laying on a bed. jihee took a closer look and saw that it was chanyeol who was laying there. she glanced around the hallway, not wanting to get caught, and slowly walked into chanyeol's room.

as soon as she stepped foot in it, his head snapped up and his eyes widened.

'what the fuck are you do-'

jihee shut him up by closing the bedroom door.

'do you want me to get caught?'

she whisper yelled at him while he just stared at her. 'whatever, i'm sorry'

chanyeol tried to force himself to sit up straight but he only groaned, knowing he couldn't move a muscle.

'does it hurt a lot?'

chanyeol huffed. 'no, not at all. i'm just laying on this fucking bed for no reason' he snarled at her.

'jesus, i'm sorry'

'but what are you doing here? why did you come?'

jihee walked up to his bead. 'lift your head up.' she took the pillow and leaned it onto the headboard so chanyeol himself can lean on it. 'now, give me your hand and you will sit up slowly'

chanyeol just listened to jihee and did what she had told him to do. the second chanyeol gave her his hand, she could feel the warmth and she didn't want to let go of it. although chanyeol had groaned and hissed a few times, he was now sat nicely.