Bits of my past

I stared at the male in front of me, hoping for an answer from him, but all he gave me was so!e seconds of silence before a smirk formed on his face.

"Did you remember anything?"

I stared at him, not getting what he was talking about. Did I lose any memories or something of that sort? Am I forgetting anything important?

Right then, it clicked to me. Those dreams I have been having since my meeting with Min Yoongi- they weren't just dreams; they were the bits of my memories.

But, the question is why did I lose my memories. Why wasn't I aware of the fact that I lost my memories? Now, that I think about it my childhood and my early teenage memories are kind of hazy.

"N-no," I lied, not trusting him enough to admit the truth.

He leaned in closer to me, causing me to back away a bit to create distance between us, and whispered into my ears, "I don't like bad girls and liars."

My eyes widened after I heard his statement. That line, that voice felt like a déjà vu to me. I know I heard it somewhere, but I don't know what that somewhere is.

Oh yeah! It was in my dream. I heard it there. Does that mean Junghyun is the same guy from my dream? If so, then is this his second time kidnapping me?

Now, I am really scared. My hands trembled, as he backed down a bit, and vague memories of him came rushing to me. I can't exactly figure out why he kidnapped me, but I know that we shared a past together.

Gathering up all my courage, I spoke out, "I a-am n-not lying."

At my words, his eyes became dark, and anger rose within him. Fear began to rise up within the body, and I was scared of what he will be doing next.

He came towards me, making me unable to move due to extreme fright, and tightly gripped my mouth. Tears began to cloud my vision because of high pain, but I was stubborn enough to not let them out.

"No one dares to disrespect me, and this goes for you too."

I replied nothing to that and continued to stare at his face. He harshly pushed my face, causing my head to bang against the white wall.

I gripped my head in pain and rose my head up to look at his face. His face had a smirk on it, as he backed away from me. There was satisfaction in his eyes.

"The Yoongi that you love and hold dear isn't even here to save and protect you, just like last time around."

I looked down at bedsheets at his statement. What he said about Yoongi struck a nerve in me, and I was unable to reply back to him. Yoongi's name itself awakens the weird feelings within me.

Hold on! What did he mean by last time around? I mean, I was doubtful that Yoongi was a part of my past, but does this confirm that he was really a part of my past?

This unknown past of mine was making get curious more and more. However, I was scared too. I was fearful of learning something that I never want to remember, something that will affect my future.

Jonghyun's voice took me out of my thoughts.

"Now, you should be aware that whom you truly belong to."

"I don't get you. Most importantly, I don't belong to anyone," I said back, getting annoyed with the time he is using.

He raised his hand, and I closed my eyes, as it came in contact with my cheeks, cutting my lips. I hissed in pain, and tears almost fell down my eyes.

"How dare you! Speak like this one more time, and I promise you that you won't be taken this lightly. The Yoongi you care about is a pathetic thief and a murderer."

I don't know where I got this courage, but after hearing him insult Yoongi like this, anger escalated within me.

"At least, he doesn't hit girls like you do! You call him pathetic? What about yourself? Are you a psycho?"

I shouldn't have said this words. Because once I have seen his face, I am regretting my choice of words. I should have just simply nodded. My big mouth is surely going to land me in huge trouble today.

Junghyun pushed me towards the wall, causing for the immense pain to spread put through my back and head. Tears fell down my eyes this time, but Junghyun paid no regard to that.

He moved closer to me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me out of the bed. I winced in pain and tried my best to resist him, but that was of no benefit to me. That only increased my pain.

Once I was on the floor, he grabbed my hand harshly, ignoring my yells of protest and took me to this underground, dark room. The thought of going into this toom was enough to make me tremble with fear.

He pushed me into the room, and before I could figure out what was happening, he locked the room, leaving me alone in the dark room.

"You'll be staying here for three days straight without any food, water, warmth, or light. I told you to not do this, but you didn't listen."