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Y/N's POV,

We arrived at an extremely lavish house, and my eyes were popping in amazement.

"Mhm, of course my loyalty is in you." I heard a man say as we entered the door to their house.

I then saw a man also in his mid 30's, and he looked very handsome, including his wife, which was the one carrying me inside.

"Yeobo, who was that?" The woman who was supporting me asked.

"Ah, nothing, just work." He shrugged it off.

It took me a while to realize that they were Korean. Of course, I should've known, but I was too shaken to even notice my surroundings.

"Work? But we're on vacation right now. You're lucky I'm not one of those poor women who hates what you do." She sneered.

"I'm sorry, Yeobo, but the boss just called me, and he wants my assistance."

"Boss? But I thought you were the boss!"

"Yes, I am in Korea, but not worldwide." He kissed her forehead, then his eyes arrived on mine.

"And who might this young woman be?" He asked his wife.

"She's been kidnapped, and she just escaped." She replied and placed me on one of their couches. I grabbed ahold of a pillow and held it to my chest.

"Sorry, I still haven't introduced myself, have I?" The woman smiled at me. "I am Lee Ji‑eun, and this is my husband Lee Jong-suk. We are both from Korea." She shook hands with me.

"I am... Y/N L/N." I smiled weakly at them.

Suddenly, Jong-suk's eyes widened, and he leaned close to me.

"What did you say your name was, again?" He inquired.

"Y/N L/N, Sir." I replied.

"Ah, alright." He nodded, yet I didn't fail to see the excitement in his eyes.

"Yeobo, lock the door and come with me for a while in our room." He smiled at me and slipped a hand on his wife's waist.

"Stay here, Y/N, okay? You might still be in danger. If anyone knocks, don't answer the door."

I nodded.

Lee Ji-eun's POV,

"What is it? What's the matter?" I sat on our shared king-sized bed and stared in confusion as my husband paced around.

"It's her. She's the one the boss is looking for. Y/N L/N. Where did you say you met her, again?"

"Just a few distance from the highway. I was trying to pick some berries."

"She must've managed to escape Andrew Calvin. This is so good for us. I'm going to receive a higher rank in the underground." He laughed eerily.

"What if she didn't want to go back to Damien Huxley? She looks so frail and hurt." I said worriedly.

"That's not our problem. If we choose to stray away from the boss, he will crush us. The girl has this fate. We can't do anything about it."

"Will this make you happy, then?" I pouted, still feeling sorry for the young girl.

"Yes, it will." He approached me and carried me into his arms, allowing me to straddle his waist.

He leaned close to my face, and I kissed him hungrily, a rush of passion running through my veins.

"Then alright, we'll return the girl to her owner."

•~•

Y/N's POV,

I looked around the room, feeling bored and still slightly jumpy. I couldn't help but feel a little scared and have this gut feeling that I can't trust the couple I've been with.

They still haven't come out of their room, I didn't really know what they were talking about.

I slowly took out the white phone from my pocket shakily and looked around. There was no one in sight. I still don't know why I feel this way, though.

I shakily dialed the number of my mom's emergency phone and waited impatiently as it rang.

"Come on, mom.."

"Hello? Y/N? IS THIS YOU?" I could hear both my mother and father screaming in the background.

"Mom... Yes, it's me.. dad!" I burst into a new set of tears as I hugged the phone tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay? Are you really okay?"

Author's POV,

Y/N's mother was teary-eyed as she conversed with her daughter.

"Mom, are YOU and dad okay?" Y/N's voice could be heard from the speaker.

"Yes, we're fine. We're doing well in here. W-We're waiting for you." Her mother states.

"I'll come back and get you mom. I don't know how, but I will. We will escape from Damien, mom."

A loud chuckle could be heard, and Y/N's mother shook as she looked at where the direction of the noise came from.

It was Damien Huxley, and he was sitting on the couch in front of Y/N's parents, puffing on a stick of cigarettes.

"Like fuck you will."