(Y/n's POV)

I got out of the car and parked it outside my bungalow. I dashed to the other side, flung open the door, and dragged Jimin to my house. When we got inside, I made him sit on the couch and removed the tape and blindfold. He looked around without any expressions. His gaze fell on me, making me glare at him with a straight face. "What?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Make a phone call to my father and ask for whatever you want. Just let me go. I have a party to enjoy." He spoke triumphantly while looking for his phone in every direction. He forgot that he wasn't in a position to order me. He was the one to be kidnapped and not the other way round.

"Is this what you are looking for? Guess what, it's no more!" I flung his iPhone on the ground. It was broken into pieces.

"Are you crazy? You could have got what you wanted. Kidnapping me will only send you to jail." He said, or rather screamed. I let out a chuckle. "Do you think people just want money? You'll be here for a week and then you'll be on your own. I don't need your money. Just stay here and be a good boy. I have a playroom and snacks."

"Do you think I'm a 5-year-old kid?" He asked, making me shrug. "Yah! I'm 25 years ol-"

"Brat. You are a brat and nothing more. I'm heading to my room to freshen up. You won't be able to leave the house, so don't even consider it. Your Ferrari's fuel tank is empty, your iPhone is broken, this house has no cellphones, and you won't be able to find a taxi because we're in the middle of the forest. Not literally but yes! You won't be able to find your way back. So quit whining and start being a good boy." Giving those instructions, I went to my room. I could see him sulking and flinging his arms and legs around like a cute little- I mean annoying little kid. "Cute" was all came out as a whisper.

(End of Y/n's pov)

(Jimin's pov)

So, she doesn't want money. Well, then what is she after? Don't tell me! Is she after me? Wait- she wants to marry me? No! I'm sure she wouldn't want that. She is cute and pretty, but she's also irritating and dominating. I never came across any other girl like her. Okay then! I'll take a week off from my parties and try my best to annoy her. I have a Ph.D. in scaring and annoying people.

"Would you like to see your room?" She returned, wearing a cute t-shirt and shorts. She had tied a cute messy bun, making her stand out. I was used to the girls wearing branded clothes and painting their faces with expensive makeup. And here's this girl, dressed in cheap clothes with no make-up on her face, who nonetheless manages to look decent. "Hello?" She hit my head. Did she hit my head? Does she have a death wish? Patience Jimin, patience.

"Please, your highness," I said sarcastically.

"Okay, follow me! And after you've finished getting ready, I want you to come down in 10 minutes." Is she ordering me? What does she think of herself?

"May I at least get your name?" I inquired as I followed her up the stairwell.

She said, "Kim Y/n," without turning around. Her emotionless expression was palpable to me.

"This is your room. Mine is to your left. And the one in the front is the playroom." She said this while pointing to the door directly across from my room. If she has a beautiful house, then why would she kidnap me? "I repeat, 10 minutes."

"My clothes?" She was already down before I could ask. Is she a vampire or what?

I shook my head and walked into my room. The room, to my amazement, was rather beautiful. It was obviously much smaller than my own room, but it was still cute. The cream and grey colored walls gave me a weird feeling. I felt warmth after entering the room. I walked over to the bed, which was covered in a black duvet. It felt warm as I leaped and laid my body down. I may not like how I arrived at this place, but I'm instantly in love with my room. I noticed the wooden wardrobe in front of the bed from a distance. My curiosity overtook me. My jaw dropped as I opened it. It was stuffed to the brim with men's apparel. Someone screamed, "5 more minutes," and I knew who it was. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to the bathroom. Not bad! It was pretty.

-Time skip-

I changed into cute black shorts and a plain white t-shirt after freshening up. I had the impression that these clothes were not branded. But they were at least comfortable.

(End of Jimin's pov)