"No! We should find Jimin tonight — right now! Why do you keep delaying the search for tomorrow? She might be in great danger right now, father! My wife is!" Minjeong shouted her lungs out, almost like a desperate screech. Since Jimin's disappearance, she couldn't understand anything her father suggested. Everything that came out of his mouth was like bullets of great shock to Minjeong.

"You need to calm down, Minjeong! We just got home. What's with all the rush? It hasn't been twenty-four hours yet. We'll go to the police station tomorrow, I promise you."

"Hell— Father! What's gotten into you? It's Jimin, father. It is Yu Jimin! She's like a daughter to you, dad! She's my wife! Is your brain got sucked by a wormhole? Are you insane? Don't you care for her? What if something bad happened to her, father? I cannot live—"

"Shut up!"

Mr Kim's strong words somehow sent chills to Minjeong's bones. The girl was so out of words, feeling extremely lost by her father's reaction. Despite the shock, Minjeong kept staring into the man's eyes intensely before he continued, "Aren't you supposed to hate her? Then, why are you so worried about Jimin, Minjeong? I told you she is going to be fine! We'll go to the police station tomorrow and all we need to do right now is to have some rest—"

"You fucking crazy!"

Minjeong swears to god she's never been as angry as this. The countless nonsense was too much for her to bear that her head felt like exploding. "You are such an asshole Dad! Where the fuck is your brain? Are you insane—"

"Mind your words, young lady!"

"I don't care if you are my father! I don't care what you gonna say to me! I don't fucking care! What I care about right now is I need to find Jimin, tonight, right now!"

Minjeong held her fist tighter as she watched her father's expression darken before the older man massaged his temple with his hands. "Look, Minjeong. I know you are worried about her because I am too. But, look at the time! It is one in the morning right now. We've been searching inside the whole airport for three hours tonight. Please, just rest. We'll go find her again tomorrow."

The nonsense became unbearable as Minjeong glared at her father as if she was fuming to poke thousands of holes in his eyes. "Go to hell! Fuck you! You are not my fucking father!" Minjeong shouted one last time, pointing a finger at him with rage before storming out of the house in a hurry. Her head and her mind only filled with Yu Jimin, no one else.

The bang from the front door leaves Mr Kim sighing heavily from the Kim's mansion staircase. The older shook his head as he continued to massage his temple.

"It's not worth it to find her right now, Minjeong. She isn't worth the find. She wasn't even around. Why are you wasting your time on that girl?"

*****

Minjeong drove her car by herself to the police station that night, accompanied by loud music banging from her radio to cover the soft sobs that had been escaping her lips since three hours ago. She didn't even want to wipe the tears away from her cheeks as her hands grabbed tightly on the steering wheel. Anger, confusion, and worriness strike her to the top.

"I couldn't even tell her that I like her!"

"Shit— I didn't even get the chance to tell her that I am in love with her!"

"Where the heck are you, Jimin? Please come back to me..."

"I beg you."

*****

Morning. Hours felt like days for Jimin as the girl didn't even spare herself to get a blink of sleep. The horror sucked her soul almost completely, feeling utterly terrified at her future fate and the darkness that would wrap her sooner.

Her state was the same. Vulnerable, helpless, and still in a state of coma. Her eyes are open, her lungs are free to breathe, but nothing more she can do other than that. Her lips literally trembling, and no coherent words she was able to voice out loud to form. Finger fidgeting like a toddler, literally has no strength to hold or to form any actions. Her limbs and her body were all weak, like a toy for anyone to move or to break.

Her anxiety was interrupted by the sound of the door to the bedroom clicking, revealing a man in a black jacket, somehow standing politely with both his hands in front of his body.

"Morning, Miss Jimin. I know that you are extremely confused and terrified right now, so let me explain the situation. The Lucifer asked us to take you away, and as you can see, you are in an unknown bedroom," he said straight to the point. Nevertheless, Jimin couldn't react other than the movements of her trembling orbs.

"Right now, you are in the bedroom of an expensive cruise. We are heading to Taiwan, and currently, we are in Japan. We'll send you to our buyer in Taiwan, and you'll start to live there, alone. The Lucifer has provided a living for you there — An apartment for you to stay the rest of your days."

"W-What...?"

"The reason that you can't move and talk right now is due to the drug we injected into your body. It is to prevent you from escaping or making a scene. Our buyer would be extremely upset if you ran away, Miss Jimin. I think that's worth all the explanation. I'll leave you to rest."

The man bowed his body slightly as if he somehow respected Jimin as he kept calling her 'Miss'. Jimin couldn't understand anything or accept every fact that he just spilt out from his mouth. It feels like the darkness covers every ability of Jimin's mind to think rationally and her only resort at the moment is to die.

She would choose to die rather than this.

What? Sold? She was sold to Taiwan? Someone bought her?

Living alone there without knowing anyone? Jimin never experienced living alone, not to mention living outside South Korea all alone. Now that someone bought her, what would they do to her? Would they use her for slavery? Or would they use her for their dark desires? Or maybe prostitution?

Jimin was so persistent in dying at this rate from all the negative thinking. Minjeong kept popping up in her head, but when all this darkness wrapped her soul like this was the end of her fate, her life would utterly and horribly be messy, Jimin rather choose death than face all these horrible acts.

Nevertheless, the only words that Jimin keep saying inside her head during her zombie state of crying are—

"I'm sorry I never tell you this, Minjeong."

"I love you."

*****

Jimin didn't even realize that she was on the cruise for two days already as they set on a hidden harbour in the new country.

Despite being able to talk a little bit now (she still couldn't make excessive mouth movements and her voice wouldn't come out much), her voice is still weak, just a bit above whispers. Her limbs were all still pretty numb, so one man pushed her down using a wheelchair while there were three men followed right behind her.

Her trembling orbs moved to the left and right to catch every detail she got. This place wasn't familiar at all. The surroundings were too hidden, covered by trees and grasses. The signboards and writing on almost everything are in Chinese. There's no doubt that she's really in Taiwan right now, and the man from yesterday was telling her the truth.

So, someone really bought her here?

"Where are you taking me?" Jimin's voice came out weak.

"Taipei City. Your new apartment was there. The buyer and the Lucifer himself would be glad to meet you there, Miss Jimin," the man answered as he kept pushing Jimin's wheelchair to their designated car.

Jimin couldn't do anything for now. It's better for her to see where things go and what these people are trying to do to her. For now, these people didn't mean any harm to her yet.

*****

It's been three days since Jimin's disappearance. Countless cops and investigators trying their best to trace every lead, starting from the CCTV recordings to any eyewitnesses. Sure, they got what they tried to find.

Eyewitnesses only saw a weak girl accompanied by a man. They assumed they were a couple, and witnesses thought that Jimin was just another drunk girl or someone with a headache.

As for the CCTV recordings, all the detectives could see was the same as what the eyewitness described — A possible man 'boyfriend' helping and walking along his headache or sick or weak girl with him towards the unknown, outside the recording frame.

After that, no progress has been made.

They tried their best to identify the man but ended up with no clue. The man's face wasn't in the system, the AI recognition failed almost immediately. The cops could only predict that the man's face wasn't real — probably wearing a mask or something to cover his true identity.

Despite all the efforts from the investigators, Minjeong was in a horrible mess. She breaks the rules once again. She started to drink heavily again. She spent most of her night at the club, not to have fun or to seduce girls like before, it is just she needs time to distract herself with all the loud banging from the music and the crowds. Her eyes slowly started to form that familiar dark bag underneath, and she was quiet most of the time, sobbing silently almost every hour.

Mr. Kim? He suddenly said he needed to go to work again after the whole massacre. Minjeong was so furious and despised him to the utmost, because why not? — Who the hell and what a hilarious decision of a person, who acted like a father figure all these years, suddenly decided to go to work when their daughter went missing? It almost seemed like he didn't care about Jimin at all in Minjeong's eyes, and she couldn't help herself to find her father suspicious and hated him in her rage.

Minjeong hasn't attended college since then. It wasn't weird for her to not attend, because that was what Kim Minjeong was supposed to be — A rebel who wanted to do things her own way. But when Jimin and Minjeong didn't attend college for three days at the same time, it started to make a certain Chinese wonders. Where did these two go missing?

With the absence of her father, Minjeong was now all alone at the semi-big mansion, hugging herself as she cried on her knees on the sofa. Her mind never left thinking of Jimin and her whereabouts. A lot of regrets conquered her heart like a rumbling thunder, and she kept blaming herself for whatever happened right now.

She swears to god, she's gonna kill the person whoever did this to Jimin.

*****

The car Jimin on finally stopped at the basement of a luxurious apartment at the centre of the city. Weak Jimin was brought by the four men to the specific apartment on the twelfth floor, with the number 1202 on the door. One of the men inputted the passcode to the door before pushing Jimin's wheelchair inside the apartment.

The apartment was empty as hell despite being so spacious. The living room only entertained with a three-seated couch and a coffee table. That's it and no more than that.

"Here is where you going to stay from now on, Miss. The password was your own birthday. Please remember that," he said as he set Jimin's wheelchair in front of the couch. "The buyer will come here starting next week. The Lucifer was on the way here, he'll arrive in any minute."

"W-What?" Jimin stuttered in her weak voice.

The four men standing at the corner of the room, leaving Jimin alone at the centre of the living room without a word. An hour passed and Jimin could feel that blood started to rush down her body, flowing through every vein so slowly that her hands could move a little. Her heart keep thumping out loud, legs still weak as she and the men waited for the said 'Lucifer' to come.

Jimin was curious herself despite the horror.

Another ten minutes passed before someone from the outside punched the code to the door. Every sense in Jimin perked up, realizing that the mastermind behind her and Minjeong's suffering was here to meet her.

It didn't take long before a man in a long grey suit with sunglasses covering his face walked in as Jimin's eyes followed his every movement. Her hands start to form into fists, maybe out of anger or horror.

As soon as the man turned around after closing the door, he pulled the sunglasses off his face, revealing the most shocking fact in Jimin's entire life. Her heart was throbbing and hurting so bad that it was really hard for her to breathe.

"Mister... Kim?"

The said man walked closer to Jimin before he stood still in front of the wheelchair with a smile on his face. Jimin could sense the difference in his smile. It wasn't his usual smile that he always portrays in front of Jimin, instead, it was a really dark, horrifying, deadly, satanic smile.

Jimin level of anxiety started to rise again. "W-What are you... doing here?"

She got the idea why he was here, but it was too hard for her to believe. Hell, she didn't even want to believe it. "I was here to make you sign some papers, Jimin," he said before he sat on the couch in front of Jimin quietly. "How are you, Jimin?"

"Why am I here, Mr Kim? No— Why are you here? What's going on right now? What paper are you talking about? It is so overwhelming, and I don't understand everything."

Instead of giving Jimin the answers she wanted, the older man held out some papers from his bag. "Didn't these men tell you that Lucifer himself would meet you, Jimin?"

There's no way.

"Mr Kim, please! I don't—"

"I am the Lucifer, you freaking idiot!" he started to shout right in front of Jimin's face. Mr Kim Jimin knew never, ever, shout at her. Who is this person? What actually going on here?

"W-What are you—"

"Are you really that brainless, Jimin? I am the one who instructed this fucking man to take you away! I'm the one who instructed Sungjoon to stab my own daughter, to attack you, and to kidnap you!" he said loudly before starting to laugh like a maniac. It scared Jimin and gave her that horrible child.

He was the person Jimin trusted the most in this whole world.

"Mr Kim, please! I don't understand! Why are you doing this? It doesn't make sense!" enormous amount of tears start to flow freely down Jimin's cheek. The girl was in deep grief and confusion. She couldn't process any of this. This is too bizarre for her to believe.

The man suddenly slammed the papers on the coffee table as Jimin read the writings.

'Will and Testament Form.'

'Company Transfer Agreement.'

"Will this make you understand better, orphan?" he smirked. "All these years, you easily trusted me like the fool you are. You don't even know that all these years, you were living with a killer. Yes! That plane crash! I did that to your parents! I knew who you are, Yu Jimin. I know who actually you are since the very beginning!"

"No," Jimin wants to deny it. "No, no—"

"Yes! You are a stupid, idiot, orphan, who just got tricked her entire life, to benefit me and solely me, you fucking orphan!"

Jimin gritted her teeth and her hands clenched tightly into fists. She didn't care of her body would hurt later, because her heart was literally destroyed in just a few minutes. Her legs started to get wobbly, trying so hard to stand up and fight with these bizarre ideas, but she couldn't. "Then, why are you pushing me to marry your daughter? Why did you order someone to hurt your own daughter? Why did you—"

A loud slap rang across the room, shutting Jimin from speaking out any words completely. "Shut the fuck up." His voice is cold and murderous.

"Minjeong would be beneficial for your death. The money will all go to me. Your company will belong to me. I sold you to an asshole pervert for the money. Serve him just right and you get the chance to extend your lifeline, orphan. Don't you understand?"

Jimin's tears were so uncontrollable at this point. She wanted to shout, to screech in horror and terrors, but her voice wasn't strong enough to shout. Her hands are stupidly weak and her legs are useless at the moment. This horrible act was too much for her to bear. The amount of bizarreness was more than an earthquake to any lowlife being like Jimin.

"Understand this, Jimin."

"All this time, it was all an act."

"I never loved you, Jimin."

"You are so stupid to believe a monster like me."

"It is all a lie," he smiled devilishly.