Jessica's POV. The question is, how did I end up in Kim Taeyeon's house? That and so many questions ran into my head as I watched her sing along with the girls. How did she find me? Did she kidnap me? Why? My composure is eroding by the second. Fear from moments ago, the utter shock and relief that I wasn't kidnapped by some psycho or maybe a seriel killer, but Taeyeon, wait...what if Taeyeon is indeed a seriel killer or a psycho? all of this thought churned into a cauldron of bubbling, maniacal emotions. My throat swelled. My eyes widened, and the fireplace poker trembled in my hand I can’t hold onto it. The song ended and another one popped, that is when with a humorless grin, Taeyeon cuts her eyes to me. “Sooyeon put down the poker and come sit down.” she tapped the empty space beside her. I knew she was watching me. "What the is happening here? Please tell me you did not kidnap me to torture me for disagreeing to marry you?” My voice is reedy, halting, disbelieving. Taeyeon laughed a cold cavernous sound, frowned then continued singing along the new song, swaying her head from side to side, taunting me with an arrogant lack of concern. Her beautiful voice though is unnervingly distracting. Powerful and seductive, she carried a humming tune, mouthing the aggressive lyrics of the song. I set the poker on the stairs and took a cautious step forward. "Why did you do this?" I hugged my waist, working to keep my blubbering emotions under control. "Why am I here?" Taeyeon scowled deeper but didn't say a word to me, she just kept on singing. "I'm going." I informed her as I whirled toward the front entry and took off at a sprint. Maybe there’s a car outside or neighbors who can help me. Or maybe there’s not. I just need to get the out of here. When I reached the door, I found it locked. “Let me out, dammit.” I yanked frantically on the handle, heaving with desperation. “You can’t keep me here.” Her silence heats my blood, and I pivoted to face her. “Are you holding me hostage?” I glared at her irritatingly composed expression. “I didn’t kidnap you.” Taeyeon stood from the couch as she finally spoke. “And I'm not holding you here.” “I don't believe you, you could be a psycho killer and I won't know.” I released the door and stormed back toward her. "I won't be your wife, and you can't force me to be by kidnapping me, so please let me go. I have a sister waiting for me, she'll be devastated and worried if I don't return." "You're free to go but first..." she walked up to me, I walked back a bit, not far though as my back hit the wall behind me, our eyes locked as she stood in front of me, never realized she's so short until now, I almost chuckled at her height. She took my injured hand and examined it, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I was suddenly nervous to keep on looking at her, so I diverted my gaze elsewhere, beyond her, resting it on the door. "Explain to me why you think I would kidnap and torture you or simply force you into marrying me? Do you think I'm capable of doing something like that?" She asked, there was a mixture of hurt and ferocity in her eyes, I don't know why, but I feel bad for having that ridiculous thought about her. "No." I whispered looking back at her. "I thought as much," she smirked. "Well, you were drunk and recklessly wandering in my neighborhood last night." She shook her head crossing her arms around her chest like a bully would do and eyed me with distaste, "Such a trouble maker you are, I almost killed you with my car do you know? But obviously I didn't, you fainted and I helped you. Least you could do is appreciate it." She smugly turned and walked towards a door I assumed could be the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" She asked without turning back. "No, I will eat once I reached the hospital, I really have to go and..." I swallowed thickly. "Thank you for saving me." "I'll have to drop you off, this is a hill Villa, you can't get any means of transportation around here." She said and disappeared for a brief moment only to return with two mugs of steaming coffee in her hands. "Here, drink this, you haven't eaten for the whole day, I'll get ready and get back to you." She added, now heading for the stairs. "I....um, I was wondering where my clothes are? I don't know how to return yours, I figured I could change back to them before going." I said, causing her to face me this time. "They're in the room you stayed at, and you can keep those too...I won't be needing them any more." I stared at her blankly before I felt my eyelids blink. “Yes, um... Thanks." She gave me a firm nod before proceeding. ~~~ The car ride to the hospital was awfully quiet at first, both of us having nothing to discuss on. I kept stealing glances at Taeyeon as concentration edged her brow, her pouty lips pulling into a thin line when she stepped onto something bumpy. She glanced briefly at me, then back at the road. "So you want to be a doctor?" She asked. "I..., yeah! been my passion since I was a child." "Great, good luck." She said and then another silence engulfed us, taking that moment a thought crossed my mind, Taeyeon doesn't seem to be a bad person, sh