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Ｓｍｉｌｅｓ ａｎｄ Ｔａｋｅｏｕｔ
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It was 5:29 on a Sunday. This meant that your weekly takeout order of 43 and 52 came in 10 minutes. Well, you assumed. You didn't order these meals for yourself every week, if you did, you would be broke in less than a day.
This has been happening since 4 months ago, and yes these were being ordered to you by someone else. But whenever the delivery person came to the door, they never asked for money, like how the normal prank usually worked.
So, like a normal person would, you asked who sent you these meals that even your closest friends didn't know you liked, and every time you had asked that same question.. you were always met with one answer..
"ʙʏ sent this to you."
When you'd ask who this 'ʙʏ' is, they'd have already left to their veichles, going on their way. Leaving you confused, yet grateful, with an order of 43 and 52 in your hands.
But it did scare you a bit, knowing that noone you knew could've known the order numbers to your favourite restaurant, since you didn't really like sharing that kind of shit with others, which only left one conclusion.
Someone was stalking you.
You couldn't really understand why, but then again, why complain when you could just eat? I mean, they haven't poisoned the food, and you wouldn't have to worry about dinner on Sundays, which is saving money. It was honestly helpful, still unsettling, but very helpful.
Suddenly, 10 minutes later, a knock sounds from the front door of your apartment. You run to the door, preparing yourself to repeat the same question you've gotten used to asking. Once you open the door, you're met with a tall man, with dark brown hair cut into a very attractive wolf cut. He had brown hazel eyes, and rosy red lips.
He's wearing a black hoodie with blue ripped jeans, showing off White Air Forces. You weren't gonna lie-
He was an extremely handsome person, and you could feel your heart begin to race a little, making you jump a bit.
Only till he had said "Miss?" for the fifth time did you respond, blushing slightly.
"R-right... sorry. Is this for me?" You asked, realising how dumb it sounded, but keeping up a confident facade.
"Well.. yes miss. Or else I wouldnt be here." The man says, smiling at you and laughing a little. You could feel the embarasment crawling up your neck. You smiled sheepishly before remembering to ask the important question.
"Oh and... I didn't order this. Do you know who sent this to me?" You said, staring into his brown eyes with fascination.
He smiled fondly at you, almost in a mocking kind of way, as if he wanted you to feel stupid. And you did, but you also felt kind of on edge.
He hadn't asnwered your question yet, still staring at you with clouded eyes. Now he was the one spacing out. So, you tapped him on the shoulder as you could tell the food was getting cold.
"So...? Do you know who sent this to me, sir?" You calmly said, trying not to slam the door in this poor man's face. He kept smiling, now it only widening at the sound of your voice.
"...." still nothing. At this point you were pretty pissed off as it had been 5 minutes since you both had started talking, so you took the order of 43 and 52, smiled at him in the most incincere way you could muster, and finally shut the door in his face.
You sighed, slowly walking back towards the couch, putting the food on the coffee table. 'Why was he smiling like that?' You thought. ' He didnt even answer my question..'
Soon, you heard a knock at the door, so you went to open the door. But you heasitated, and looked through the peephole instead of opening the door itself.
Thank the lord you did that.
You backed away from the door in suprise, scared out of your wits. Through the peephole, the guy was still there, even when you closed the door, he seemed to never had left his spot in front of the door.
And he was still smiling.
So, being the sane person you are, you went to get your house phone (since your's was upstairs and you didnt want to leave him unattended for too long), to call the police. It was obvious this dude just wasn't going to leave.
But to your dismay, you started to hear rapid sounds of banging from the front door. So you ran upstairs, the house phone still in hand, which kind of defeated the point of getting the phone in the first place. You ran to your room, into your closet, a slight crack in the door giving you a look into your room from the inside.
'God, fuck. What the actual fuck!?' You thought, repeating the words in your head as you heard the banging come to a stop.
But then you heard a gun shot, and the loud crashing of your front door being smashed open.
Frightend and petrified, you quickly dialed 911, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your scared whimpers and to try and calm yourself down.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Please... s-someone's in my house... i can hear his footsteps."
" Okay ma'am, did you see what he looked like?"
"Yes. He was my delivery driver. He has-"
You stopped talking, your heartbeat speeding up as you heard slow footsteps getting closer and closer to your hiding spot. You looked around your room, looking for anything to protect yourself with. Nothing. You wouldn't even be able to get it, hell, you couldn't even move!
*step*
The steps got louder.
*step*
And louder, your body shaking more and more. Through the crack in the closet, you saw a shadow grow into your bedroom, and crawled into yourself. You hid your head in your knees, closing your eyes and praying for everything to stop.
" Y/n... baby, where are you? Baby... I can hear your sharp breaths, are you okay my love?" You heard him say, the footsteps getting closer to your hiding spot. Tears threatned to fall from your eyes, but you kept quiet.
Suddenly, you heard rustling in the drawers next to you, the sound of heavy breathing also coming from next to your hiding place. You held your breath, hoping he wouldn't come closer.
"I heard your breathing stop. That must mean I'm close to finding you, right?"
Your eyes shot open, realising your mistake. Maybe you should've never opened the door the fifth time you had gotten that anonymous order. Maybe you should'nt of opened the door at all. You rarely ever brought people over, or ordered things.
So why... why did you think it would be a good idea?!
"You know... this dress looked really good on you at prom. I even watched you put it on! Just like a front row seat... " he whispered, the rustling stopping and a flash of red temporarily covering your peep hole.
'Okay.. so he's someone from school. But I didn't see him all the time I went to school!? What the actual fuck...' you thought, reaching for the phone again.
"Hello? Ma'am hello? Are you still there?" The operator was whispering now, being mindful of your situation. But you didn't whisper back. You couldn't.
"I can still hear you, Y/n. You're on the phone.. aren't you?" He walked away from your hiding spot, giving you a chance to tell the operater to shush and putting the phone on speaker.
"I can hear your breathing.... haha. This game is getting a little boring. I want to see you.. I want to touch you. Y/n, can you come out please..? For me..?" He whisper-shouted. The person on the phone was quiet, just as you requested.
You closed your eyes again, just to feel two hands grip at your left arm.
"Found you."
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO GODDAMMIT!" you screamed, kicking and shoving at the intruder. He only laughed and threw you to the floor, the phone you were holding falling out of your hand.
"Sir! The police are on their way! Let her go, and you wont be punished as severly.." you heard the operater say, their tone slow and forgiving. Like hell that would ever happen, but of course, you could only hope.
The person laughed again, turning to you, who was trying to crawl away. He grabbed you by the ankle, snapping it to the side.
"AGH! NO, SHIT!" you screamed, the tears you held back finally falling down your face, staining your cheeks.
"Dont.. d-dont cry, Y/n. Its me.. ʙʏ. You know me... I know you do. Come into my arms, sweetie.." he whispered, fear laced into his tone.
A loud bang came from the living room, a gun shot, indicating the police were here. You looked up and screamed your lungs out, still hoping youd be alive to see this man in jail for ruining your night.
"Shut up." He said simply, covering your mouth and shoving you out of your window, stomping on the cellphone in the process. His face was serious and dark, his gaze full of malice.
You landed in your backyard, your ankle hurting more than you could've ever imagined. ʙʏ landed next to you, that twisted smile back on his painfully handsome face.
"Come on. Let's go, sweetie." He said, picking you up, and leading you to a car in the back of your neigborhood. You struggled with all your might, but you had an obvious disadvantage.
"Its okay- don't struggle. We'll be together for the rest of our lives.. doesn't that sound lovely? I mean- you liked the- ngh- food I ordered you, right?" He shouted, getting more panicked as he heard the police car's sirens blaring through my neighborhood.
One thing's for sure, he talked ALOT.
But only then, did it really start to sink in. You were being kidnapped. You'd never see Soobin again, your parents, no one. And you had already lost the only chance you had to escape. So you cried. You cried harder than you ever had before.
"Shh.. its okay." Beomgyu whispered, as we neared his car. He put you down next to the boot, while he went into his car and pulled out a roll of tape and rope.
"No.. no please. Why would- why would you do this to me!?" You shouted, pissed off and terrified for your life.
"Because I love you. Why else?" He questioned, his doe eyes slightly glossy as he put tape onto your mouth.
"But you love me back too.. dont you?"
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