Kidnapped • Ksj

♡Chapter Two♡

"Nothing." You respond angrily.

~~Jins POV~~

You look down at this fragile looking girl. Like she's about to break at any moment. Your so unsure of her and her thoughts.

"If you do something for me, then others won't be harmed." You say.

She looks at you confused. In an innocent way.

You chuckle, "What do you think I'm asking?"

Her breathing gets slower, "L-let my eomma and I free."

She's seems to be losing her fighting spirit. As if she's actually scared now.

"Why should I?"

"Please." She begs.

"No, but I'll give you an extended time period on my wish." You leave the room.

Why did I do that? I never give people time or chances.

You get angry at yourself.

I won't ever do it again.

You walk up to Jungkook.

"Jungkook go untie her and get her situated in room 103."

"Why me hyung?"

"Because she seems to like you."

Jungkook nods and walks over to the room
Y/n's in.

~~Y/n's POV~~

Your not sure why you acted like you just did. You tried your hardest to put on a brave face for your mother's sake but you broke. Not fully so that's good, but you have to do whatever you can for you eomma.

The door opens and you see Jungkook enter the room.

"Jungkook!" You excitedly shout.

"Hi! I'm here to untie you."

"So, am I fre-"

"Not exactly."

You pout, "Well, is it possible to see my eomma?"

"I'm not sure you'd have to talk to Jin."

You look down.

Jungkook comes over to you and starts to untie you.

"Don't worry, she's fine though." He finishes freeing your hands and you stand up.

You smile, "Thanks Jungkook."

"There's really no need to thank me, I'm no better than the others here."

"You can believe what you want, but uh now what?"

"Oh I must take you to room 103."

"Okay?"

You follow Jungkook to the room. There's no point in running since you have no idea where you are.

You both enter the room. It's a very nice room with a nice bed.

You look at the bed and see clothes.

"What are these?" You ask while pointing at the clothes on your bed.

"I bet Jin hyung placed them there for you to wear."

"Why?"

"I'm not exactly sure."

You pick up the cloth. It looks like a dress, a maids dress.

"A maids dress? Seriously I hope he knows I'm not wearing this."

A lady enters the room. You look over at her, "Eomma!" You shout excitedly. She's wearing a maids outfit. Your mother comes up to you with tears in her eyes and hugs you.