Bad At Love . KTH [Completed]

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^Listen to the song while reading, it kinda sets the mood^ :)

Seoyoung's POV

It had been a few days since Daniel dashed out to take care of his gang business, but still no word from him, not even a text, or missed call. I would've taken anything at this point, anything to signify that he's okay, or even alive. Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when someone suddenly tapped my shoulder.

"Sunbae, the Chairman wants to see you."

Eyes widening, I asked, "Th-the Chairman? Why?" The intern merely shrugs, the same mystified expression on his face mirroring mine. Getting up, I fixed my hair and scrubs slightly and made my way up the stairs to the second floor. There, someone directed me to the first door on the left, where the Chairman was waiting for me. I had never been to the Chairman's office. The only time I've ever seen him was in the halls, much less ever talked to him. Nervous, I knocked twice, waiting to be let in.

"Come in," a deep voice said. I opened the door to be met with a dimly lit, grey and empty room. The door closed with a click behind me, leaving me confused.

"Chairman? Are you here-?" Suddenly, a small pinch of pain was felt on the back of my neck. I recognized the feeling as a needle, but before I could react, my body fell unconscious.

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Voices. The sound of two men conversing is what awoke my brain, or perhaps whatever drug they had injected was wearing off. I tried to open my eyes, but when I did, I still couldn't see anything. Did they inject something to make me blind? Panicking, I tried moving but couldn't. My hands were bound on either side of me to something hard and rough. I blinked rapidly and slightly became relieved when I felt something soft brushing my eyelids when I did. I was blindfolded. Then, with this realization, another wave of panic hit. Why am I blindfolded? Where am I? Are they gonna kill me? Before I knew it, tears started sliding down my cheeks with sniffs and stifled cries. Hearing my sobs, the voices ceased, filling with silence.

Then, "Ah, our little princess is awake, hm?" Footsteps of heeled leather shoes came closer as one of the men approached. I leaned back as far into the chair as possible when I felt a presence standing close in front of me. A tiny squeak slips out when I feel soft fingers gently grab onto my chin, turning my head to what I assume was face him. The shifting of clothes told me the man was squatting down to my level. I drew in shuddering breathes as my lips trembled. Lightly, a thumb slid down my quivering bottom lip. As suddenly as it had come, the touch faded, leaving me panting and trying to control my sobs. My entire body froze as I feel the tip of something cold and sharp touch my chin. A knife. Slowly, he raised my chin with the knife and asks, "What's your name?" My heart pounded in my chest as a lump of fear in my throat prevents me from speaking. A deep chuckle then, "I asked, what's your name, princess?" his voice barely a whisper.

"I-I," was all I manage to choke out. A small cry erupts from my throat when the knife presses more into my skin.

"Tell me, your name," the deep voice whispered slowly, suddenly right beside my ear.

With all my strength, I gulped down the lump in my throat and shakily answer, "M-Moon Seoy-young." Then, the knife is jerked away, letting my head fall to my chest, my entire body shaking even more than before. The man hummed in satisfaction then touched my cheek, his fingertips just barely brushing the skin.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" His hand caressed the rest of my face, then down to my neck. It continued to trail down my chest, to my abdomen, then both of his hands caressed my legs, all the way down to my knees. I squeaked in absolute fear and tried to move out of his grasp but to no avail. "Sit still," he commanded, and I stopped all movement at once. The man chuckled then pet my probably dishevelled hair whispering, "What a good girl," over and over again.

"Here," I heard a different voice say. The fingertips left my knees as the man walked over to see whatever the other man had found.

"Hmmm, interesting, interesting..." he mumbled. Interesting? What's interesting? They can't possibly be talking about me? "And the other one?" Other one? Was there someone else here?

"Still not awake."

"Hmmm..." There was a long silence, with the occasional sob here and there from me, then, "Wake him up." As a pair of footsteps went to 'wake up' this other person, the same heeled leather shoes came back over to me. "What an interesting coincidence..." he continued to mumble as his hand trailed across my collarbone, then pulled my hair, yanking my head back. I yelped but swallowed every other sound down when a knife was placed back on my throat. "Hmmm, say whatever you want princess, I want to hear what you have to say." Shocked by this, I was temporarily stunned, but took the chance.

"P-please... Don't kill m-me," I stuttered unevenly.

A deep chuckle was heard from behind as he answered, "No, of course not, princess. I would never do that." A warm hand was placed under my shirt on my shoulder, gently rubbing it, in some sort of sick assurance, holding a knife to my throat at the same time. Abruptly though, the knife was moved from my throat and I felt it sawing the knot tied at the back of the blindfold. I held still as his hands worked with precision, but slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Finally, the cloth fell from my eyes and I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the new dark room I sat in. Once my eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the cold cement dungeon, they focused on two figures standing across from me.

One was standing, drawing liquid from a bottle into a needle. The other was unconscious, head lolled to the side. The man with the needle stood up, and jerked the man's head up, injecting the liquid into his neck, but I saw his face.

Gasping, I spluttered his name in shock, "D-Daniel?!"

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