"oh wait boss i forgot to tell you—omg."

the man named kim taehyung moved his lips away from my neck and fixed his suit before looking at the door. the tall man looked shocked.

"namjoon, you should've knocked." he gritted his teeth.

namjoon chuckled, "well, i knew you would do this so i mustn't knock."

kim taehyung tilted his neck and glared at namjoon. namjoon immediately bowed, "sorry boss." but i heard his chuckle.

my mind was still processing until the door was shut. i looked up and saw taehyung rubbing his forehead.

"we'll interview you later. get ready." he said before walking quickly to the door.

the door was locked and i was alone again.

i stared at it for a few seconds and realized something. did he just kiss me?

i wanted to touch the spot he nibbled on earlier but my hands are tied. the sensation was still on my neck and i can still feel the warmth of his lips. it felt good, i admit. but this isn't the right time to feel something like this. because he's literally my kidnapper and he locked me on this smelly room.

i looked around to see if there's a window but saw none. i sighed. how am i gonna escape here? i was tied up and there's nothing around me that can help me cut the tie except for the smelly socks.

what time is it now?

i don't even know how long since i was here. i felt tired as my wrists and ankled felt even more sore. i'm sure it'll leave purple bruises. damn, i was taking good care of my skin.

suddenly, my stomach growled.

am i here for a day that my stomach growled like that?

the door opened and saw namjoon again. this time, he got a plastic bag on his hands.

i rolled my eyes as he walked towards me. he seemed to notice and scoffed.

"you should thank me for saving you earlier." he scoffed and threw the plastic bag on my lap.

"save from what?" i irritatedly asked, "just let me go—"

"from my boss, taehyung." he stared at me.

"what do you mean?" i asked.

i really got no idea what he's saying so i confusedly looked at him.

"never mind, eat." he ordered and pointed at the plastic bag.

i looked at the plastic bag and saw a meal. it looked delicious and was about to grab it when i realized something.

"are you stupid? my hands are tied." i said and glared at him.

"i didn't say you'll eat with your mouth," he grinned, "just smell it until you feel full." he laughed.

i scoffed and looked at him who was laughing his ass off. he came back on his posture and looked at me.

"i'm going to ask you question so maybe you'll eat later." he winked and pulled out a paper.

i feel like it's a job interview, he even put a big glasses on. nerd.

"is y/f/n your dad?" he asked.

"no."

"it's a yes then." he then checked the paper.

what the heck? then what's the point of asking me? i rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"why did your father hide you?"

"i told you, i don't have a dad." i gritted my teeth.

"you're lucky because i'm the one interviewing you. if it's taehyung, he would lose his patience." he smiled.

i gulped, taehyung is really scary, i admit.

"so why did your father hide you?" he asked once again.

"i told you, i don't—"

the door opened again and showed taehyung looking at namjoon. namjoon seemed shocked and stood up.

taehyung fixed his tie before speaking, "i'm gonna interview her instead."

namjoon panicked for a second but nodded. he walked to the door but before he go out, i saw him mouthed 'goodluck' then shut the door.

i gulped when taehyung sat infront of me while crossing his legs.

"did you eat?" he asked while staring at me.

"are y'all stupid? how am i gonna eat when my hands are tied?" i rolled my eyes and not bothering he's the kim taehyung namjoon warned me.

what can i do? they wanted me to eat but they tied my hands here on this fucking chair. i'm not a fucking dog.

"eat later," he looked at me seriously, "gonna interview you for a while."

i felt uncomfortable on my position again everytime i see him glancing on my neck. i'm sure he was looking at my lips.

"so why did your father hide you?" he leaned his back on the chair.

"i told you, i don't have a father" i looked away.

"really? then are you just made of egg cell?" he chuckled.

i glared at him sharply and he looked shocked. he un-crossed his legs while i continued glaring at him.

"stop glaring," he said and leaned over, "it's sexy."

this time, i'm the one who's shocked. i quickly looked away and heard him chuckled.

"sorry for earlier, i have a habit of kissing pretty girls when i see them. not always though." he defended himself.

I mocked a cough and looked away. taehyung sighed and leaned back on his chair again, this time he looked much serious.

"why did your father hide you?" he asked again.

this is the fourth time they asked me this question. when will they realize i won't say the truth?

"i told you, i don't—" i was cut off when i saw him put out a gun from his coat.

he placed it on my forehead. my innerself panicked as my hands felt sweaty. i felt cold as soon as the metal was placed directly onto my forehead.

"it's either you say the truth or die, y/n." he smirked.

i gulped and breathe heavily. how am i suppose to speak when a gun is pointed on my head and he can pull the trigger anytime?

"what if i say the truth? i'll still die right?" i nervously asked.

i was creeped out when he grinned and tilted his head. he stared at the hickey he gave me and touched it. i flinched when i felt his cold thumb rubbing the spot but felt satisfying at the same time so i closed my eyes.

"—not yet, baby. not yet."

+

how is this? btw, i ordered the newest album damn jsksjksjsk oh and i love namjoon btw.

i gained confidence writing this story bc some of you gave me determination. i love you guys so much and thankyou very much for supporting this story as well💜