“Open.” One single instruction, and the blindfold that has been covering Yeon Hwa’s eyes is lifted.

Yeon Hwa slowly opens her eyes, struggling to keep them open from the blinding light. She looks around to see unfamiliar emotionless faces, her heart races. Her hands are tied, they’re numb. She could barely feel her legs either, but she believes her legs are tied to the chair.

“Who are you?” She weakly asks, intimidated by the tall man in front of her, his gaze intense.

“Kim Seokjin. Does that ring a bell?” 

Kim Seokjin. Of course Yeon Hwa knows that name. She thinks every mafia member in South Korea knows him. She just didn’t expect him to be this beautiful.

“Speak when you are done staring.” Seokjin says, his tone cocky. He sits on a chair provided by his assistant, still observing Yeon Hwa.

Yeon Hwa clears her throat, just realizing how dry it is. How long was she out? “Can I have some water, please?” She asks, her voice rough. At some point, she almost coughs, but holds herself back.

Only one look from Seokjin, and his man is already serving Yeon Hwa a glass of water. 

“I know your name,” Yeon Hwa starts, her throat feels a lot better now. “I just never saw your face.”

Seokjin keeps quiet, expecting Yeon Hwa to speak more. The girl sighs. “You kidnapped me because of my father, didn’t you? And I bet he hasn’t contacted you about money, or wanting me back, or just- anything. Right?”

Seokjin raises his eyebrow, asking Yeon Hwa to explain further. “Been there quite a few times. They ended up letting me go just like that because they pitied me.” There’s a tiny hint of sadness behind Yeon Hwa’s small smile, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Kidnapping me will not do you any good, Kim Seokjin.”

“Call him Master, you b-” One of Seokjin’s men is ready to slap Yeon Hwa. Seokjin raises his hand, stopping him.

“Tell me more.” He instructs.

“He does not care about me. No matter how long you keep me here, and whatever happens to me, he just never cares. Never did and never will. I don’t know what’s your feud with him, but if you want to get his attention, using me will not work.” Yeon Hwa takes a deep breath. “Maybe he’s glad I’m gone.” She shrugs.