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3rd person pov
Jeongin.
Jeongin knew he was fucked.
The dark shadow that went over his eyes while he had music blasting through his ears was enough to tell him that something bad was about to happen.
He hadn't heard anything.
Hadn't sensed anything.
hadn't seen anything.
And it wasn't anyone's fault but his own.
He contemplated going another way.
One with more street lights, more activity, more secure.
There were so many things that he could have done to ensure something like this wouldn't happen.
But he wanted to go home.
School had been difficult and home wasn't much better but he just wanted to go to bed.
The last month at school had contrasted so much to his time before.
Dino had gone missing last month.
His only friend at school.
Gone.
And people knew.
People had started picking on him more because there was no one else there.
No one to defend him.
Home wasn't much better.
His father had never been in the picture and his brother had left home over 10 years ago only leaving him and his mother.
She was worse.
Over time she blamed Jeongin for his fathers departure.
And later for her sons.
All of it had been his fault.
Which resulted in her barely treating Jeongin like a human.
She bought food and let him eat it but if he walked into the room his mother would leave.
She wouldn't talk to him.
Wouldn't look at him.
Wouldn't even acknowledge his existent
It was degrading.
It hurt.
He'd learned very quickly that he wasn't wanted.
Over time he got himself a job and started earning.
He was planning on moving out after he finished school.
But now he didn't know if he would be going back home.
Ever.
He had suspected he was in a bed, his head was against something soft and so was his body.
He hadn't moved yet.
Hadn't opened his eyes.
He couldn't see any light through his eye lids so he expected he was in a dark room.
He couldn't hear anyone, at least he didn't think he could, no breathing, no rustling, nothing.
He must be alone.
He decided to chance it as he opened his eyes.
He blinked his eyes open, getting used to the dark room he was in.
As his eyes started to adjust he saw bars, but not metal ones that you'd find on a cage but more like wooden ones that would be seen on a crib.
He pushed his arms under him to push himself into a sitting position but found his arms were like jelly. Struggling to put any weight on them and sitting up.
He flopped back down onto the crib like bed he must be in.
He looked around the room he was in.
The crib he was in was up against a wall, pushed into the corner in the room.
There was a high table opposite the room.
He squinted and assumed it looked like a changing table.
He'd read about kidnapping before.
How sick different kidnappers could be.
Torture of all sorts.
Physical, sexual, mental.
The list was long of what kidnappers could do to you.
He hadn't read anything that mentioned a crib or changing table or even a nice looking room.
The room looked nice, spacious with a rocking chair in another corner, a closet that was on the wall with a mirror on the front, and a box of… toys?
What was his kidnapper planning?
Were they going to hurt him?
Of course they were.
You werent kidnapped then treated like royalty for fuck sake.
But this room was set like it would be for a child.
A baby even.
He felt his stomach growl.
How long had he been out for?
He hadn't eaten that day at school.
So it could still be the same day.
There was also no light coming from the windows blinds.
So it was most likely night so there was a good chance it was still the same day.
If it was really late then his mother would've expected him home by now.
That's if she noticed.
Normally Jeongin and his mother only saw each other maybe once every few days.
But he hoped that his mother would maybe notice his shoes not being there, or his school bag missing, his clothes not being in the laundry, the dishes in the sink, the fridge being full.
Anything that may hint he was gone.
That he was missing.
He hoped she cared.
Maybe this would make her care.
Maybe she did care deep down and all it needed was to lose him to realise how much she loved him.
Yea, that's what was going to happen.
The police would be called tomorrow morning and they would go looking for him and he would be found.
That's what he thought about Dino.
That's what he'd fought a month ago.
To this day there was no sign of Dino.
But Jeongin didn't even know if this was the same kidnapper.
Maybe Dino was here.
Then again Dino could be dead.
He could die.
This could be it.
This might be the end,
Jeongin felt tears well in his eyes.
Since he woke up he'd forgotten what happened to most kidnapped teenagers.
They died.
They were killed.
They were killed and their bodies were left to rot in the wind.
For animals to feast upon and the bones to be found decades later and listed as “john doe” .
He couldn't do this.
He wanted to go home.
He wanted his own bed.
His own room.
He wanted his mum.
He didn't care that she didn't care about him.
That she ignored him.
He just wanted someone or something familiar to be here.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, his sight became blurry with tears.
The dark room fading as he quietly sobbed.
Curled up in the dark room meant for a child, in a crib in an unfamiliar blanket, with an unfamiliar smell and an unknown future.
Jeongin didn't know when he fell asleep.