The Magician || Jinkook

3.

Jin

I wake up in a pool of my own drool on the pillow. Yuck. I dizzily sit up to wipe my cheek and it doesn't take that long before I realize... I don't know this place. It's a tiny studio apartment with nothing more than a bed, a cluttered table with a chair, a small kitchen and a strange door leading out to a balcony. Heck, the balcony looks to be almost as big as this entire apartment. Scattered all around are freaky things such as a saw, a pink stuffed toy in the shape of a bunny, an unreasonable amount of card decks and there's even a bird cage by the window full of doves. They cluck while staring at me and it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I've never trusted those creatures. They're bound to poop at me sooner or later.

What is this place? Why am I here? Is it possible that I got kidnapped? The question is: Who the fuck would want to kidnap me when I'm covered in puke? Just what happened last night?

I desperately look around for any sign of human life, but there's nowhere for anyone to hide here. Just in case, I take a peek under the bed, but there's no room there either because it's crammed packed with boxes for extra storage. My eyes glide over to a door that's suspiciously open and I figure that must be the bathroom. Is the perpetrator taking a leak? Maybe I should seize my chance to escape? Although... I'm really curious as to who's place this is. It might cost me my life, but I want to find out.

With cautious steps I sneak up to the bathroom door and carefully open it up to stick my head in. It thankfully doesn't creak and I hear the soft breathing of a person from the darkness. There are no windows in here, so it's impossible for me to tell where the person is. My fingers rest on the light switch. I want to turn on the lights to see better, but it'll probably wake them up. Should I just leave? Actually maybe I can steal some clothes before I go. If possible I don't want to walk around with vomit all over my chest.

A sudden loud snore makes me jump out of my skin and I accidentally turn on the lights. In an instant the bathroom appears before me and I see a man sleeping in the bathtub. Wait what? This dude sleeps in the bathroom? Actually-

My brain run a hundred miles per hour when I recognize the face of my kidnapper. It's the guy from the gym! More memories come rushing into my brain and I shudder as I recall his awful pickup line on me yesterday. Why was he trying to flirt with me anyway? I'm clearly out of his league. Just look at me, I'm tall, handsome and dressed to the nines in my high-fashion clothing items (ignore the vomit). I'd never waste my time on bathtub-sleeping criminals. Clearly he took me to his home for some reason. Was he mad that his attempts at wooing me failed, so he decided to take me by force?

No, that can't be it. I'm not in any kind of pain, so I don't think he violated me. Then why did he take me?

I give out a quiet shriek when I see that he's looking at me. He hasn't fully registered what he's looking at because there's still a fair amount of sleep in his eyes. I consider slowly backing away before he understands, but there's no time because he suddenly sits up in the bathtub at the speed of light. He makes an attempt to get out and I forget all about my curiosity and run straight for the front door. My hopes of escaping die fast when I see there's not one, not two, BUT TEN FUCKING LOCKS ON THE DOOR. They're all different and I honestly don't know how to open up a single one. Did he do this on purpose to keep me here? Is he a psycho? I always thought there was something strange about him, but this is just too much!

I desperately fumble with the locks to get the door open, but nothing is working. I usually perform well under pressure, but even I get stressed when there's a possible killer coming for me. The bathroom door opens and when I look over my shoulder I see him just standing there, looking at me as if I'm the insane one.