Chapter 8

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• Writer's POV:
• Hosun stayed up until 10 PM, pacing about the room impatiently. He had tried to find windows to escape but unfortunately, they were bound by iron bars on the outside.
• Hosun was exhausted. He was tired of crying and felt dehydrated from nothing but the tears he'd shed for the past week. He didn't even have a family on the outside that could worry and look for him. He'd left his family in Gwangjin and they'd severed all ties since he graduated from high school.
• 'Why did they transfer me to this room? Where's Seokjun hyung? Oh gawd, I hope he's alright. I hope he's still alive.'
• Sunny thought when suddenly, he heard his door unlock. Afraid, he turned immediately to see who it was and what they wanted now.
• Hosun's POV:
• I froze when I saw him. The Min Yoonjin guy. He had on a long black coat, a black turtleneck, and a pair of glasses. His boots were pure leather and his jeans were black too.
• For such a petite man, he was very intimidating. I gulped.
• "What do you want?! Why are you keeping me here?! I didn't shoot you!"
• He stared blankly at me and finally spoke.
• "You didn't, indeed." his voice was deeper than I remembered with a bored, nonchalant tone about it. Like saying a single word was too much work for him. It made his voice raspy and for some weird reason, it gave me goosebumps.
• "Now that you know that I'm innocent, Let me go!" I growled.
• "Lower that tone, or else." his warning was low.
• "Else what?" I hissed, folding my arms.
• "Try me and see. You're alive right now. Just try me." he said casually, fixing his glasses.
• No lie he gave me the chills and I knew better than to push his limits a little too much.
• "Look," I sighed and spoke in a calmer tone, "Just let me go. This was all a misunderstanding and I want to go home."
• "What home?" he asked, tilting his head. "When I had my men go search up your room to make sure you were clean, they discovered your landlord had already kicked you out. All your stuff was in the streets and people were helping themselves to whatever they needed."
• I felt my heart break. What was I going to do now? Where would I go once outside? I had nothing left. No property at all.
• "That's why," Mr. Min continued, taking a step forward, "I propose you stay here for a while."
• I frowned.
• "No. I'd rather sleep in the streets. I don't know what you people are involved in but you sure are dangerous people. I'm not trying to be sold off or something. Bye." I raced past him to the door.
• I opened it, ready to escape. Unfortunately, the same buffy guard stood behind the door. He stared at me and moved his coat to the side, showing his gun. I gulped and slowly turned to face an expressionless Min Yoonjin.
• "I- I'm not leaving, isn't it," I muttered, my blood running cold. "Though you found out I'm innocent, I'm still a prisoner."
• "Exactly. Until further notice, you're staying here. If you behave, maybe you'll be given a little more freedom and laxity to move about the house." he continued, unaffected the least by my condition.
• I frowned, my eyes prickling and watering.
• "Fuck you," I growled and spat a globule of saliva on his guard's shoe.
• The next thing I knew, I was being lifted by the collar and pinned to the wall by the buffy guy, my feet no longer touching the floor. He grabbed my neck with a hand and began to choke me. His strength was shocking to me as I struggled to break free, hitting his shoulders and chest.
• "Let go, you bastard!" I growled and scratched his face fiercely enough for it to leave bloody scratch marks.
• He growled and pressed my neck harder. I choked and coughed, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull him away. My eyes watered and I felt like I was slowly losing consciousness.
• "Wonho." Mr. Min said, raising a hand and the guard immediately let go, making me land hard on the floor.
• I coughed for dear life, trying to regain my breath.
• "Guess you'll be locked up in here until you change your manners." Mr. Min stated, walking over to me.
• "Don't try anything stupid. Else you'll be punished. Behave, and as I said earlier, you'll be given some freedom. I'll pass tomorrow morning, Jung Hosun."
• I glared at him, rubbing my sore throat. He fixed his glasses and walked out, the door shutting behind them.
• I shut my eyes tight, trying hard not to sob. I was done shedding tears.
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• Jun's POV:
• I had picked a novel on a table in the room after eating. Unable to find sleep, I started to read.
• I was passing time reading my novel when the door was suddenly unlocked and opened. I sat up immediately.
• I was surprised when Mr. Kim walked in, followed by a bodyguard. He wore a fitting black shirt and its sleeves were folded up to the elbows. The first three buttons were undone and showed a bit of his bare chest. I felt my cheeks begin to burn for no reason.
• I stood up in fear.
• "Don't hurt me, please. I'm innocent! I didn't shoot you!" I exclaimed, anxiety sets in as I stepped back.
• He fixed his glasses and turned to the bodyguard. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard stepped out and closed the door. I gulped.
• "What do you want?!" I shouted, unable to hide my fear. These people weren't who they appeared to be to the public. I now knew they were involved in a lot more.
• "Shh." he hushed me and I shut up immediately.
• Writer's POV:
• Namgyu stared silently at the young man shivering in front of him. He took his time to admire the doctor's features, something he hadn't taken the time to do a week ago when he first met the man at the general hospital.
• 'He sure is a beauty. I've never seen a man this handsome...'
• The CEO thought, eying the younger from head to toe. He watched Jun close his eyes, inhale deeply and regain his calmness.
• "I didn't do anything," he said slowly, his anxiety now gone.
• "I know, Mr. Kim," Namgyu said, sitting on the couch close by. "Can I call you Seokjun?"
• The question surprised Jun.
• "I- I- do what you want?" Jun muttered, leaning against the wall behind him and making sure he was as far away from the CEO as possible.
• Namgyu nodded, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, staring at Jun from above his glasses.
• "I know you're innocent, doctor." the older said casually and his voice was deep and raspy. Quite soothing in fact.
• Jun felt relief wash over him.
• "Really?? Can I leave?? Please, I need to!" Jun begged.
• "I'm sorry. That will not happen, doctor Kim." Namgyu said casually, fixing his glasses again.
• "Why?" Jun asked in a low, shaky voice, a lump in his throat.
• "Because you might tell what happened to you here, to others. And that'll be bad for business, sweetheart."
• "I won't! I swear on my younger brother's head! For his safety, I'll keep my mouth shut!"
• Namgyu frowned.
• "You have a junior one?" he asked, "Oh, right. The boy at the hospital. I forgot."
• "Yes! Yes, please. I need to get back to him."
• Namgyu stood, shook his head, and pocketed his hands.
• "I'm sorry but it's a no. We're keeping you and your friend here until we're sure enough that you wouldn't say a thing. And for that, we'll probably come up with a plan that'll be sure to have you two shut up without having to kill you. Until then, while we think of something, you'll be our prisoners."
• Jun realized Hosun was still alive.
• "Where is Hosun? Is he okay?? Where is he?"
• "He's fine and is in another room similar to this one," Namgyu answered and headed for the door.
• "So I'll remain locked in here forever?" Jun asked and Mr. Kim turned to him.
• "I'll have you observed for a few days. If you behave well, the first privilege you'll get will be seeing your friend. Then with time, if all is fine, you'll be able to move about the house and even visit the gardens. All up to you." Namgyu stated, "Goodnight, Seokjun."
• And with that, He left Jun alone once again.