Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

Chapter One
As I lay there listening to his heavy breathing and secretly enjoying the warmth of his hand on my thigh, I thought back to the strange circumstances that brought me to be chained to a bed in Park Kyung’s apartment. I’ve never been good at following directions so I often find myself lost and in need of help. The day I met Kyung was one of those times. I was supposed to meet my sister and her family at a restaurant on a street in Korea that I honestly couldn’t pronounce the name of. I should have studied my Korean more before our trip and I also should have just gone with the family when they left the hotel earlier in the day but shoulda coulda woulda and there you have it. I had some money, a phone, and an address and I was completely lost.
As I waited at a road crossing I tried to make sense of the map on my phone. A man came up to wait beside me and out of the corner of my eye I noticed he kept looking over at me. He looked familiar for some reason but I didn’t want to stare and be rude so I nodded a hello and went back to my map. I jumped a little when he asked, “Are you lost?”
I smiled an embarrassed smile and said, “Just a little.”
“Where are you trying to go?”, he asked.
I showed him the paper with the name of the restaurant on it and he smiled. When I saw that smile it hit me where I had seen him before. I was standing beside The Park Kyung of Block B! I couldn’t believe it. A shiver ran through me but I tried to be calm and pretend that I didn’t recognize him. I didn’t want to be one of THOSE fans.
He said, “I know this place. I eat there all the time.” His English was so cute that I couldn’t help but look amused. He flashed that big famous grin and I melted. “Would you like to follow me? I have to go right past there.”
Would I? Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! No one was going to believe this! That was what I was thinking. What I said was, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Its no trouble at all.”
We crossed the road together and as we walked he began asking the expected questions. Where was I from? Why did I come to Korea? Did I ever listen to Block B? I could tell he was fishing to see if I had recognized him so I let him off the hook.
“I listen to Block B all of the time and I know you're Park Kyung. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be a crazy annoying fan. I’m sure you get that all the time.”
“Feel free to be as annoying as you’d like. It’s sort of a goal of mine to be recognized by everyone in the world,” he said. He laughed the sexiest little laugh.
We walked and talked for what seemed a long time and he was so charming that I almost forgot I was walking down the street with an international star. I did notice that the streets became less and less crowded as we walked until there was no one around but us. Finally he led me up to the door of a building that looked completely abandoned. He held the door open for me but I just stood there looking skeptical.
“Ladies first,” he said.
“This place looks empty,” I said.
“Its a shortcut. If we go all the way around it will take forever,” he said.
Why was I being so suspicious? This was Park Kyung. I wasn’t in any danger from him for goodness sake. I went in.
The building was indeed abandoned. It wasn’t like empty buildings in America though where drunks and runaways end up. It wasn’t tagged with graffiti or vandalized in anyway. It was just empty and had that “empty for a long time” feel. Kyung led me up a set of stairs which I thought was odd. Even odder was when we got into an elevator at the top of the stairs. I couldn’t believe this place had electricity but the door closed and Kyung hit the 11 button. We began to move and I gave Kyung a very puzzled look but I didn’t say anything. The look on his face was strange. It had changed from sweet and smiley to strained. I decided to stop being such a paranoid American and to just go with it. It turns out Americans are paranoid for a reason.
The doors opened and I followed Kyung down a long hallway. I thought maybe we were going to cross the rooftops to save time but at the end of the hallway he took a necklace from around his neck and opened a door with the little gold key that had been hanging from it. We went into what looked like a studio apartment. It was actually nicely furnished and looked comfortably lived in. I was so confused. I heard the door slam behind me and when I turned I saw Kyung just standing there against the closed door looking at me with an odd look on his face. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there looking at me.
Finally I said, “What’s going on?”
He didn’t speak at first. The sweet Park Kyung smile from earlier was long gone and the strained expression from the elevator had been replaced with a worried and guilty frown.
“Kyung, where are we?” I asked.
“This is my place.” That is all he said as he stood there against the door looking at me.
“Okay. Did you need to get something? I can wait. I’m not in any hurry.” I tried to act nonchalant but I was beginning to get very nervous. This whole situation was getting weird.
“No.” Just no.
I decided to play it off as a misunderstanding and acted like everything was okay. “You know what? I think I can find it from here. Thank you so much for the help and it was so great meeting you. I don’t want to put you to anymore trouble so I’ll just go.”
“No.” Once again, just no.
“I don’t understand.”
He looked down and seemed to be considering something. He turned around and used the little key to lock the door. With his back to me and his head against the door, he said in a soft voice, “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know why I’m doing it. This isn’t me and I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I didn’t know what to say so I just stood there looking at his back. My body was buzzing. I was scared and my head got that fuzzy feeling you get just before you pass out. I realized I had started to cry when a salty tear ran into the corner of my mouth. My hands were shaking and my stomach began to churn. If I didn’t sit down I was going to fall down. But not before I threw up. So I sat down in the floor.
When I sat I felt the phone in my pocket. I slowly pulled it out so it wouldn’t make noise and started quickly texting my sister.
Apparently I wasn’t quiet or quick enough because Kyung turned around and when he saw the phone he hurried over and jerked it from my hands. I saw that he was also crying.
“Nope.”
Nope? That’s all he had to say? I tried to get the phone but he just held me back while he put it in his back pocket.
He began pacing back and forth while giving me a few quick glances. He was talking out loud to himself and saying things like, “What am I doing?” and “I’m an idiot!” He also said some things in Korean that I didn’t understand.
All of a sudden he stopped, looked at me and asked, “Are you hungry?”
I was stunned. I just shook my head slowly. What in the hell was happening? Was I seriously being kidnapped by Park Kyung? This was crazy!
“You must be. You were on your way to a restaurant weren’t you? I think I have something in the kitchen. I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow but I can find something for tonight.”
I had no strength so I just sat there watching him moving around. He didn’t seem to know what to do as he went back and forth moving things in the kitchen. My eyes were hot and everything seemed like a dream. I felt dizzy and the feeling wouldn’t stop. He left the room for a second and when he came back he had a roll of duct tape.
As if nothing out of the ordinary was happening and as if I was a willing participate in this whole situation he said, “I don’t have any rope or string but I remembered I have this.” He held up the tape. Was I supposed to be proud?
I finally found my voice even though my mouth was dry an sticky and I asked, “What would you do to me if I started screaming?”
“Don’t do that. It won’t help. I don’t know if you noticed but we’re the only ones around here. This whole part of town was abandoned because of unstable tunnels. It was a business district but they all moved out when a sinkhole started about a kilometer from here. I got this place cheap and I can be alone here. So you could scream but I’m the only one who’s going to hear it.”
I didn’t know whether to believe him but it was true that I didn’t see anyone around when we first came in. I just closed my eyes and he continued to move things in the kitchen.
After about fifteen minutes, Kyung came to me and grabbed my hands. I flinched. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the kitchen table. I sat as he began serving the food. It was ramen and bread. There was no way I could eat. I just stared at it as he sat on the other side and began to move things on the table. I noticed that he never really ate anything either. Everything seemed like a dream. Or a nightmare, whichever you prefer.
“I’m going to give you something to sleep in and let you have a bath. You can have the bed and I’ll take the couch,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I was raised to be a gentleman.”
“No! Why are you doing this? Why me? What exactly is going on here? What is happening? Why? Why? Why?” I couldn’t stop. I was getting angrier and louder until I was shouting. I kept yelling questions until I was crying again. I realized I was in his arms and beating his chest with my fists. He just stood there and took it until I had no strength left and he held me while I cried.
When I had calmed down a little, he took me by the hand and led me to a very nice bathroom. It was pastel blue, green, and purple tile with a huge tub, shower, and a separate little room for the toilet. He left me there for a second and returned with what I assumed, correctly as it turned out, was a t-shirt. He started a bath and set aside a towel and washcloth. Before he left the room he turned to me, touched my tear-streaked face and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t answer any of your questions because I don’t know the answers.” Then he turned and left the room.
I don’t know why I actually took the bath but I did. It did make me feel a little better and my mind was more clear afterward. I left the t-shirt on the counter and put my own clothes back on. When I tried the door I came in through, it was locked so I went through the door that Kyung had left through and found him sitting at a desk in the corner of a spacious bedroom. He was writing something and didn’t turn to look at me at first. I looked around and saw that there were awards and pictures of Block B on the walls, a large screen television with a DVD player and an XBox, the desk, a dresser, and the four poster king sized bed that was covered in black satin. For a split second I imagined Kyung asleep and naked entangled in those sheets. The thought shocked me. My eyes became wide and I shook my head to get rid of the image just as he turned to look at me. He gave me a smirk and went into the bathroom. He returned with the t-shirt and gave it to me.
“Put it on,” he said.
“I’m okay in this,” I said.
“Put it on,” he insisted.
“No,” I insisted back.
“Don’t make me do it,” he said while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“You wouldn’t,” I challenged.
He grabbed the t-shirt and flung it over his shoulder. Then he began unbuttoning my blouse.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it,” I said.
He had a victorious grin on his face and I wanted to smack it off! He handed me the shirt and turned around but didn’t move from the spot.
I had no choice so I changed into the t-shirt. It was long enough to reach mid-thigh but I still felt naked. It was white and thin so it was soft like it had been worn and washed a lot. The thought of this shirt against Kyung’s skin made me shiver. Why was I having these thoughts? And why were they exciting me? This man just kidnapped me! I should be having hateful thoughts about him. Not sexy ones!
Hoping I didn’t have a guilty look on my face, I tried to hide behind my clothes as I said, “I’m done.”
He turned and took my clothes as I grudgingly gave them up. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Actually I wanted to hit him. Hard.
“I’m going to let you get some sleep. I’ll be right outside if you need anything. The remotes on the bed if you want to watch something.” With that he touched my cheek and left. I heard the door click as he locked it from the outside.

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