Snatched (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Tune In

"Kyungmi?"

'I can't believe this is happening.'

"Kyungmi?"

I jumped, forgetting that Kyungmi was now my "new name."

"Uh, yes?" I replied nervously.

I was sitting in a salon chair, a stylist tugging harshly on my hair as she styled it. My scalp was sensitive, likely from the recently applied bleach. I wondered when my kidnapper had the time to bleach my hair, or why they went to the trouble of doing so. The stylist was adding some waves to my hair with a curling iron, making it look light and voluminous.

I would have been impressed if I wasn't so terrified.

"You're going to be the first performance today, of course," the manager explained. "So you need to be high energy."

I flinched as a makeup artist descended on my, she jabbed my eye with liner a little too hard.

"Stay still," the artist muttered (rudely might I add).

It was hard for me to stay motionless, because I rarely wore makeup. (Not because I'm "not like other girls." That's bullshit.) I avoided wearing makeup because I lacked the skills to apply it well. Most of the times I ended up looking like a clown.

"We'll be doing the rehearsal as soon as we arrive at the location." The manager droned on.

I nodded, though this was all so foreign to me. Putting on this act was hard, but I knew that I had to. My life was on the line. And until I saw a chance to run away, I had to comply.

"So, Thursday..." the man continued.

"Wait, it's not Thursday today?" I cut in. I distinctly recalled yesterday being Wednesday.

He gave me a strange look, "No, it's Monday."

"The 3rd?" I pressed.

He scoffed, shaking his head, "Anyway, I'm still in contact with Olens about you becoming an ambassador. It's you versus Blackpink, so we're not certain you'll get the contact. But, anyway..."

'It got to be Thursday...'

I zoned out, grabbing Kyungmi's phone to check the date. When the screen illuminated, I let out a gasp.

Not only was it not Thursday, but it wasn't even the same month anymore. Yesterday (or, rather, whenever the hell I was kidnapped) was the 3rd of December, a Thursday. I knew this for a fact because it was my day off, which I usually spent in the library studying.

Now it was the 11th of January.

'What the fuck...'

The manager snapped his fingers in my face, "Hey, are you listening?"

"Um... no," I confessed, putting the phone down.

He groaned. "This is your comeback, you need to focus. Don't you want to do well?"

"...Yes?" I replied, my voice going up in pitch.

No, I didn't give a fuck about performing well. I'm not a celebrity!!!! I'm not even an interesting person. I'd much rather be running the hell away.

The manager rolled his eyes harder than I'd ever seen before. I thought he was going to pass out.

"How much longer until she's ready?" He asked the makeup artist.

"Thirty minutes," she replied monotonously.

"Okay, I'm going to go outside and smoke," he grumbled, "this bitch stresses me out way to much." With that he stomped off.