From Past To Present, I Still Love You 125 Her Kidnapper

Currently, she was lying on a mattress, her hands tied behind her back alongside her legs. It was clear that somebody orchestrated this mess.

But fuck. How did she even end up here?

After going to the washroom, she was on her way back to Minhyun when she felt a prick against her hand. Since it was light and there was a lot of people around, she chose ignore the sudden pinch. She assumed it was her nerves playing with her. Not long afterwards, her mind began to feel foggy and she found herself against the cold floor, her vision blurry. Since the airport is a crowded place, it wouldn't have been easy for her to be kidnapped. Someone would've noticed. However, it seemed as though the person who carried out this mission was smart enough to go through that hurdle to bring her here. Yoona squinted, trying to free herself as from the harsh materials binding her together. However, the material strapped around her wrist was too tight, the rope burning against her skin. There was no way out by using her own strength. She was absolutely helpless.

Suddenly the sound of a click entered the silent room. Her heart raced.

Somebody entered. The kidnapper was here. In her head, she tried to figure out who it could be. She remembered that Minhyun had many enemies. Were they using her as a way to access him? Or perhaps, the person in question was someone close to her. After all, she'd encountered countless stalkers throughout the years who admired her looks. None of these were far fetched.

Except, she was kidnapped while coming back from her trip. Clearly, the person in question was a lot more smart and had the resources to commit this act. It must've been someone of power, most likely one of Minhyun's enemies.

"I got her," a deep voice said. There was a pause. "As long as I have her and you provide us living expenses and a place to stay for the rest of our lives, I don't think there would be any problem."

"Yes. Yes. Through express one. Got it."

Chills ran up her spine. Holy fuck. Yoona wanted to scream. She recognized the voice of the kidnapper, ever so clearly. It was someone she had close relations to.

Fucking hell he didn't.

She knew he was crazy, but after everything, he would kidnap? God. How stupid was he?

"Shit. I think she's awake now..." The sound of footsteps entered her ears, drawing closer. "Or is she sleeping? Anyways. I'll call you later."

"Yes. Yes. Got it sir."

Cold sweat accumulated on her skin. Oh god. She prayed that he wouldn't notice how scared she was. She thanked god that her eyes and mouth were covered to hide her most expressive features. Trying to pretend that she was sleeping, Yoona stayed still like a corpse.

The kidnapper leaned forward, glancing at the young girl. His eyes scanned from the top of her head, down her body, to her feet. There was a pause and then he gently brought his hand out and placed his hand on her wrist, right where her vein would be.

Although she could pretend to sleep, her heart would give it away.

"You're awake."

Her tendrils curled in terror. Well fuck. Her cover was exposed. Why did he have to be so smart in this situation? Yoona was scared of what would happen now. Since she knew her kidnapper, she also knew how fucked up he could be.

His hands went to her face as he gently removed the blindfold. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she was able to confirm her fears.

Moon Jaemin. What the fuck was he doing? Hadn't he learned his lesson not to mess with Minhyun after the gala? To think that he was here was shocking. And how the hell did he know that she was in the airport?

His looks became a mess compared to the last time she saw him. Messy hair. Dark bags under his eyes. Slight stubble growing on his chin. To see the well put-together prince become the person in front of her was shocking. Her eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle. "Maybe I shouldn't have undone your blindfold. You're seeing me in such a terrible state."

Yoona squirmed. She wanted to speak but due to the clothe over her mouth, her voice only sounded like hums.

Seeing how she wanted to speak, he removed it. Jaemin wasn't scared to have someone hear her. After all, they were in an isolated area, nobody was in the area and the room was soundproof.

Once the cloth was off, Yoona didn't hesitate to swear. "You fucking crazy bastard! What do you think you're doing? Are you seriously doing this to me? Really?"

There was a pause. And then her cheek burned, tinged with red. She couldn't believe it. Did he just slap her?

"Shut up," he sneered. "You don't understand anything."

She glared at him. "Clearly! No normal person would!"

Although aggravating him with these words would only do her wrong, she couldn't help but be violent. She was pissed. Did this bastard really have the audacity to commit such crimes against her?

He grabbed her hair, bringing her head back. "You don't have the right to judge me. You don't understand how hard it has been."

Her eyes dared him too. "Then tell me." He snarled. "You know what happened. Everyone does." "Elaborate."

"Fucking hell. Maybe I should just rip your tongue out." Her blood froze. The silence only made Jaemin happier. A smile climbed his face. "Now that's more like it. What did you wanna say princess?"
Yoona grit her teeth. God. He was such a psychopath. Why did she ever date him in the first place? Nonetheless, the victorious look in his eyes haunted her. She hated it. Something had to be said. "Then your family shouldn't have done those illegal things." Her knife-like words entered his ears.
Laughter filled the air. Yoona felt goosebumps rise against her skin as Jaemin laughed to the point of dropping on the floor. His breathes were quick, his hands against his stomach. Once he controlled himself, he rose from the ground. His eyes not leaving hers. There was a mocking smile on her face.

Then he leaned forward, his palms against the mattress. He was right above her, in a position that made her way too uncomfortable. "Do you really think that your CEO is all that innocent?"

Yoona moved her face to the left with her eyes closed. "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you something," he whispered. His disgusting breath fanned against the skin of her neck, arising goosebumps on her skin. "You can't become rich without taking a few shortcuts. The Moon group is the same." "Fuck you. At least Minhyun's sane." Since she knew Minhyun had his secrets, she couldn't fully say that he was fully innocent. However, what she knew was that he was a good person and his action reflected it. A creepy smile erupted on Jaemin's face. "Is he really?" "He is," she said firmly. "Then you're delusional," he replied. He lifted his upper body and proceeded to sit on her stomach. The weight brought pain to her upper body. Fucking heavy bastard. Out of his pockets, he revealed a knife. Then he played around with it, spinning the silver around with his fingers. "You know what his nickname is right? Among the high class?" Although she didn't want to fall in his trap, she was curious to what Jaemin had to say. After all, Minhyun was her boyfriend. "What is his nickname?" She said through gritted teeth. Jaemin smirked. He brought the knife closer to her face, gently placing the frosty side against her cheek. "Devil. His nickname is the devil." "And there's a good reason for it to."

Chapter end