K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
T/N:KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!
Yeoboseyo: is used to answer a phone call; it is the Korean version of "hello?" 'Yeoboseyo' can also be used to get someone's attention; it means something similar to "hey, you" or "listen"
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Once Sven had partaken of Taehyung and his company, sending him away when he was done, Sven turned to the door of the room that held his jewel, his new plan starting to bloom. If Dorian Foley wanted to betray the Ivchenko's that was fine, but Sven knew how to fight the dirtiest of fights and he swore on everything he was that the rat would not make it out of this fortress alive. Securing the phone that was in his pocket so that it would be untraceable, Sven slowly opened the door, just barely stepping in as he considered the man on the bed, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
"Oh, Jimin," he purred, pretending to be sad. "I have missed you, my jewel. Have you missed me?"
Jimin slowly registered the voice speaking to him and sat up to look at the man before him, nodding his head morosely. He hoped that was enough to hide his surprise that his few days of peace were over. He hoped that was enough to hide the sadness in his eyes.
"Have you been a good boy like I asked?" Sven cooed.
Jimin only nodded again, holding his bear tight.
"Have you reflected on your actions? Can you tell me what you did wrong?"
Jimin looked into Sven's face then back to the floor before he whispered softly, "I touched master's laptop and then I lied about it. Mianhae. I promise I'll be good from now on."
The words choked Jimin and for a second, he thought he might actually throw up. He was disgusted by this sick game that Sven wanted him to play. But the more child-like he acted, the softer it seemed to make Sven; keeping his temper in check.
Over the last few days, Jimin had become aware of a subtle shift in his own mind. A shadow overtaking him. He knew what he was meant to do. He would push for Mathan to get the others out, to find a way for them to escape this nightmare. And when they were gone from this place, that would be the moment that Jimin would strike...he would leave this world behind.
Beneath lowered lashes, Jimin glared at Sven with hate-filled eyes as he promised himself that when he died he was taking Sven with him.
"I am pleased that you understand what you did wrong, my jewel...it made me very sad having to punish you like that."
Leaving Jimin standing where he was, Sven sat down at the small desk and pulled the cell phone from his pocket, placing it in clear view of the young man.
"You were in the wrong, but you accepted your punishment and have learned your lesson so now...you shall have a reward."
Sven pushed the phone to the edge of the desk closest to Jimin, watching as the younger man's eyes flitted to it.
