Secrets

Why?

'*First of all, PLS stay safe. this definitely isn't a good happy time, it's a time where we should all be cautious, calm, and positive vibey.*'

(This virus is getting out of control. Where I live, the number of cases with covid-19 are increasing by almost 100 every day. Yesterday we got news that school will be shut down till June and the whole semester will be done by distance learning. It is definitely a hard time, but if you think of it in a positive way, maybe you needed this time to yourself. Spend more time focusing on some skills you never knew existed in you but you like doing! For e.g: I'm gonna start getting back to writing, and also I found out that I really enjoy painting, so I bought my supplies the other day and just paint all the time(My room is a mess now lol) Basically what I'm trying to say is, if we believe that this will all be over soon, it will. We have to applaud and thank all the medical staff and health care workers who are doing their part for the sick, and we have to help our part by keeping ourselves safe. Love you loads, and stay safe. I purple you!💜)

"J-jungkook?"

"Hello (y/n)." He swiftly turned around on his heel looking down at me with those cold icy eyes.

"Sorry for the bumpy ride and cold weather. But you see, I had to bring you here, for I need something very important from you." 

The first thing that I blurted out without thinking is "WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS? IF YOU WERE ALREADY AN EVIL-ASS B*TCH, THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME OUT, OR EVEN SAY YOU LOVED ME!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears rushing out.

He looked at me like I was a peasant and I didn't have the right to treat him like that. He started stepping down the stairs and coming towards me. I staggered behind, but the strange big man pushed me forward towards him. He caught my face in his hands and pulled close.

"Now, now (y/n). Be a good girl. If you help me out here, both of us go our ways apart after this and I won't bother you anymore. But, make this difficult, then I'll let you join your friend we took and the both of you can die here together." He says, close to my face.

"No! No! Where is he?" I tried desperately to get the answer out of him.

"Ah, but first you talk. Now, you see (y/n), back in 1928, during the great war or so, your great grandfather was a very wealthy man. He had a lot of wealth, enough to buy an entire country back then! He had the upper hand in the war, and of course, was very very selfish. He never helped those who needed it. So, when I found out about this, I did a bit of research. When he died, the will was split in such a way that each and every family member of the generations coming, would get a part of the wealth. What I'm intrigued by is, (y/n), is that your family got their share, tradition says when they turn 18, but I'm surprised how the youngest member of the Park family hasn't gotten her share. You are the heir, after all. So, tell me (y/n), why aren't you filthy rich yet, and where are you hiding it?" 

Even the hardest test I've ever taken in my life has not been more confusing than this. 

"W-what are you talking about? I never knew about this!" I said, trying to defend myself.

He sighs. 

"Very well. If you say so." He snapped his fingers.

I suddenly felt a hand clasping my nose with a sheet of cloth. Before I knew it, I was unconscious. 

A few moments later, or I don't even know how long, I wake up to find myself in a weird dark, cell-like dungeon.

I suddenly get up and take in my surroundings. I rush to the door and try to break it down, but it's too strong. 

I try to breathe and decide what to do next, when I hear a weak faint sound, calling my name.

I turn around and gasp.

There he was, on the floor, soaking wet with sweat and clearly starving and sick.

"T-tae?"

"Help. me."

I rush down and hold my best friend and try to figure out what's wrong with him.

"Hey, don't worry okay, we'll get out of here. Did they do anything to you, hurt you?"

"N-no. Not yet. B-but I'm fine. H-he needs h-help. G-g-go see t-to him. G-goo!" He weakly stuttered, pointing in another direction where another person is sitting crouched in the corner.

He looks miserable. And..familiar?

I slowly stride towards him and gasp.

"N-no. W-w-what.?" I say tears falling out of my eyes when I see who it is.

I crouch down and try to help him, but he's way too heavy.

Oh god. He's bleeding.

"N-no. Stay with me, please. J-jungkook!" I cry out.

He looks me straight in the eye and musters up a small smile.

His eyes are so different from the other ones. That's how I knew he was different. His eyes were cold, and icy, pointing daggers and glares eyes.

But his eyes, are soft-looking, kind, and deep. They tell a story, and have meaning and passion in them. These beautiful, amazing eyes, longing to match mine, are now screaming for help.

"I'm sorry, Princess."

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