Red ↠ JENYONG

III

She blinked open her eyes, trying to adjust to the new surroundings. All Jennie could see was red. The colour she recently developed the feeling of fear towards.

Her neck was covered in bandages and hair was tidied up by someone. Jennie tried to stand up but the moment her feet hit the carpet, she sat straight down. She could barely feel my legs as it wobbled. The door creaked opened and revealed an innocent looking boy.

"W-where am I," Jennie spoke hoarsely, feeling neck stinging.

"You shouldn't speak. The movement will make the skin on your neck rip back open. Don't worry though, as long as you obey, not a finger will touch you," he spoke.

"I'm Jungwoo by the way, I treat everyone's wounds here. Your neck injury isn't serious but it will take some time to heal," the boy continued.

Jungwoo wrapped a new bandaid around her neck. He walked towards the door and reached out for the handle but suddenly turned around.

"Here's a warning for you. Don't try to escape. You can't, it's impossible. Here's a warning for you. There are 21 of us including myself and although we all specialise in different things, we all have been trained to fight and I can guarantee that you will die within a matter of seconds against even one of us, especially in that state. Do not try," he spoke deeply and then turned back around, exiting the room.

Jennie pursed her lip. Escaping? She hadn't once even dared to think about it. How could she? After all, Jennie couldn't even stand up properly and there aren't even any windows in the room. There was no way in hell was she going up against Taeyong either.

After hours of just lying there on the bed she really had to go use the bathroom and Jungwoo didn't come back. There wasn't a bathroom in the room she was in too, and she really had to go.

Jennie got up shakily and held on to the night stand for support. She gradually made her way over to the door, cautiously turning the door open. She peeked out the door and glanced both to her left and right.

On both sides were long corridors stained with the colour of burgundy. She heard faint sounds coming from the left side so she quickly turned right. Jennie started quickly walking to the right until the sounds were no longer heard.

She walked and walked but strangely enough, the stretched corridor was eerily quiet with only her foot steps heard. The bathroom was no where is sight so she pick up the pace.

As Jennie turned the corner, someone placed there hand over over mouth, muting her scream, and pushed me against the wall. She shut her eyes tight, too scared to open them.

"Now where do you think your going?" A deep unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear, sending shiver down her spine.

She slowly opened her eyes and he took his hand off her mouth but still trapping Jennie against the wall.

"I-I just wanted to go to the bathroom. I don't know where it is and I really need to go," Jennie shakily replied.

"Well this side of the tower certainly isn't the place to go wondering around darling," he hummed.

He leaned in close to her ear and softly whispered, "Your lucky you ran into me, anyone else and you would be killed on the spot."

Jennie gulped deeply as he leaned back out. He walked away then stopped to look back at her. He tilted his head to the side, indicating for her to follow him. He guided her somewhere and soon stopped in front of a door.

"Bathroom," he stated and then walked back down the hall.

After using the bathroom Jennie retraced her steps back to the room. As she turned the corner, she heard a familiar voice sending chills down her spine.