Jiwons POV

Yang Jiwon woke up in a pitch black room. A rotten scent was in the air. She shrugged in disgust. It was a small room, that was for sure. But where was she? She began to hectically feel her way forward. She was sitting on the cold floor, slowly panicing.Then her fingers reached something warm and sticky.

Blood? Trying to ignore this thought she made an attempt to get up but fell back in an instant. An intense pain went through her leg.  "Damn this darkness!", she mumbled and tried to spot a door or a lamp. Her heart was beating unbearable loud and she could hardly breath. 

She dug through her memory, searching for the reason why she was here. Kim Jongin had invited her to go clubbing together. They went into this new club which was only visited by rich people or people who pretended to be rich. The music was good and they danced for a long time. After a while she went to the restroom.

Blackout.

That was it. In horror she realized that she couldn't recall anything else. The only thing left was complete blankness. Maybe Jongin kidnapped her. She couldn't help but chuckle on this thought. Kim Jongin one of the Kingkas of her school might play the bad boy, but he wouldn't kidnap someone. Would he?   She shook her head in disbelief. Never. Then someone else? Someone in the club? Maybe even on the open street? In the nighttime there weren't many people in this area. 

The pain in her leg signalized its presence again. Jiwon scanned her leg and once again felt something sticky. This time she was sure that it was blood. The one on the floor was probably her own. "Awesome! Alone in a pitch-black room and even injured! GREAT!"  

She nearly had a heartattack when someone answered. "Believe me I also imagined this night to turn out different. Besides you're not alone, right?" Jiwon froze.

"JONGIN!?" short silence. "Nope, Santa Claus." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah really funny.. Where are we? Why is it so dark?" Silence. "Jongin?" "We went into one of those private rooms in the basement. Don't you remember?" Jiwon felt really uncomfortable. She never had a blackout like this and she felt really emberassed.

"Why did we go into this room?" Silence. "Oh come on, Jongin?" The answer was barely hearable. "To make out, why else?" That got her by surprise. First she, Yang Jiwon went clubbing with one of the hottest boys she knows and then made out with him? "And why can't I remember this? I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."

She whispered the last part. "Apperently you were quite drunk." She shook her head, though he couldn't see it. " I didn't drink at all! Jongin what happened really?" Suddenly a light flare up. Jongin had pulled out a lighter. He was sitting in the opposite corner of the room which was indeed really small.

Jiwon was staring at him in horror. The small light was enough to see his face, which was covered in blood. The light disappeared. "There were about three guys who barged in. They were drunk, maybe drugged too. I don't care. They wanted to take you with them. This is so emberassing but when I tried to defend you, they...well they kind of beat me up. As you tried to free yourself one of them got angry and stabbed your leg. Oh my god this is so not manly. I'm sorry! I wish I could've helped you!" Jiwon couldn't help but grin. Kim Jongin was emberassed. This made her so happy that she almost forgot her hurting leg. Almost.

"And why are we still here?" She started crawling into the direction where she assumed