Chương 4: dead.
I couldn't help what I did next: I screamed and began to run. Next thing I know, all three of those boys were running after me, which definitely meant they were all in on the game. I panicked, trying to run as fast as I can before managing to grab hold of a tree in the front yard. I began to climb and quickly got myself as close to the top as I possibly could. But suddenly, the branch broke. I honestly should've seen that coming due to the tree being so fragile, but I fell down, right into Tae's gentle arms.
He pet me. "Shh. You safe now, Kookie."
I panicked, hyperventilating and whimpering at the same time. I didn't know what I was doing, and I felt like I was about to be gang raped. But to my surprise, Tae helped me back onto my feet and he, Jin, and my rapist all helped me back into the house, Jin undoing the couch cushions and pulling the bottom out to reveal a mattress. He put a pillow and blanket down, with Tae putting me down and wrapping me up sweetly. It seemed that Tae and Jin really did care about me.
My rapist sat on the mattress next to me and pet my head, making me tense up with fear. "Hey, sweetheart."
Jin chuckled and took Tae's hand, leading him out of the room. "We'll leave you both alone."
The rapist chuckled. "Oh, how gullible they are, yes? They think that you're my boyfriend that I've been keeping secret from them. Maybe I should introduce myself—Min Yoongi." He kissed my forehead, making me wince slightly. "Those are my half brothers, Kim Taehyung and Kim Seokjin, but that prefer Tae and Jin. Just call me Yoongi, yes?"
"You're a fucking monster," I shouted, spitting in Min's face.
Min kissed me after wiping away the spit. "You're rather feisty, Jungkook. I like that."
"How much do you know about me?!"
"Jeon Jungkook, age 21, born September 1st, 1997, in Busan, Korea. You were born after your pregnant mother remarried, and you gained the last name Jeon instead of your half-brothers last name, Kim. You went to the same school as me up until we graduated from high school, where I never saw you again. Then I found your house where you still live with your brother, 822-7, Deokcheon 1 il-dong, Buk-gu, Busan, South Korea. Your phone number is 82-9-661-5975, and your credit card number is 4155875821949286."
"Stalker! You've been fucking stalking me, haven't you?!"
"It's all in the name of love, my dear Jungkook."
I growled. "STALKING IS FUCKING ILLEGAL!!!"
"If it's in the name of love, then it's perfectly legal, sweetheart-"
"STOP SWEET-TALKING ME, YOU FREAK!!!"
He kissed my cheeks, grabbing something from his pocket. He put it up to my neck, cold and metallic—for sure, he was holding a knife up to me. "You tell anyone about this—anyone!—and you're dead."
I'm dead.
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