Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

I had moved to the couch. The thought of being in that bedroom for one more moment was completely abhorrent to me now. The news didn’t mention the American girls tonight. Why should they? There were no new leads and I doubted that there were going to be. Ever. I thought about the other girls and what they had gone through. I also wondered where they were now. Or “if” they were now. I really couldn’t see Kyung actually killing anyone in cold blood and much less Zico. He had been so tender and sweet. I don’t think those girls are dead. But where are they? Why didn’t they come forward? Was Zico paying them off?
There were voices in the hallway. The door unlocked and in walked Zico with a pizza box, beer, and a small white bag. Kyung followed with two grocery bags.
“Hey,” said Zico.
I just gave a short finger wave.
Kyung didn’t speak.
While Kyung started putting the groceries away, Zico brought the pizza box and beer over and sat them on the coffee table. He went to the bathroom to pee and I know this because he left the door open and I could hear him. “Go ahead and grab a slice!” he yelled from the bathroom. I hope he washes his hands!
I opened the box and found a pizza with toppings I couldn’t identify and probably didn’t want to. But I hadn’t had this kind of food for ages and I wasn’t about to complain. I chose a medium sized piece and took a big bite.
I heard the water running in the bathroom and thought, Thank you Lord! Walking out of the bathroom drying his hands on his pants, Well, no one’s perfect, he pulled a beer from the pack and opened it with one hand and handed it to me. I’m not a big drinker and since I hadn’t been eating and had lost so much weight, I knew I had better drink slowly because one beer was probably going to do me in.
Kyung had come over and gotten his own slice of pizza and can of beer and sat on the other side of the couch. He seemed to almost be in a daze. Zico fell into the chair beside me and grabbed his own beer. He downed half of it and burped as he brought the can down.
He noticed me looking at him and said, “Oh, sorry.”
I watched him as he sat there. He was fascinating. Even just sitting there, he was a ball of energy. He didn’t stop moving and he was almost drowned in the clothes he wore. His jacket was too big, his pants were too big, and I’m thinking his boots were too big too but I couldn’t say for sure.
No one spoke for a while and I started to feel the effects of the beer. Zico opened another and put it in my hand. I drank it. My mouth became numb and my body started to feel warm. I was definitely getting drunk.
“Okay, we need to talk,” said Zico.
“We do?” I slurred.
“Yep. First, I want you to know I’m not a violent man. My mama raised me right and I would never hurt a woman. So you don’t have to be afraid of me. Okay?”
“I’m not afraid of you Zico. I’m afraid of Kyung.” It all came out with a drunken smile.
“You don’t have to be afraid of anyone anymore okay?”
“He hurt me though. I loved him and he hurt me very bad,” I said. I was getting more and more drunk as the alcohol entered my system.
Zico opened another beer and gave it to me.
“I’ll never hurt you again. I promise,” said Kyung.
“I’m sorry I made you so mad at me,” I said as I reached for his hand. I was on the verge of tears.
“No! You didn’t do anything wrong. It was all me. All of it,” he said.
I took another drink.
Zico turned me toward him. “My job is to protect my group and to take care of Kyung. If anyone found out Kyung was sick and hurting people, he would go to prison and Block B would break up. We can’t survive another scandal. Especially one like this. Do you understand?”
“I don’t want Kyung to go to prison.” I did start to cry then. I was still following what Zico was saying but just barely. I might not remember it in the morning. I took another drink.
“I don’t either. So I have to do something tonight that I don’t want to do. I want to make sure that you know I’m not really going to hurt you. I would never do that.”
“Okay,” I said. I was having trouble focusing on Zico now.
“This is the only way I know how to fix this problem and it has always worked. I take Kyung to a special person to get his medicine, WHICH HE IS GOING TO TAKE THIS TIME RIGHT?!” This was directed at Kyung.
“I promise,” said Kyung softly.
“When we go to this special person, he is able to hook me up with a drug called ZIP. Have you ever heard of it?”
I shook my head which made everything spin. I liked it so I did it again.
“ZIP is going to make you forget what happened.” Zico took the beer from my hand and downed it.
“The bad stuff?” I asked with even more of a slur than before.
“All the stuff,” he said.
“I want to forget what happened. I don’t want to think bad about Kyung anymore.” I looked at Kyung and in my drunken state, I felt so much love for him. I remembered the feelings I had before.
“You won’t remember Kyung at all. Me either. You won’t remember anything.”
I didn’t know how to feel about this information. Especially as drunk as I was getting. It didn’t seem to matter even though I thought it might later.
“Then can I go home? I miss my family and my sister and my mommy and all of America.” I was babbling.
“No you can’t go home. I’m sorry. I’m going to send you to a new place to live. Would you like to live in Amsterdam?”
“I want to go home.”
“I know. Amsterdam will be your home okay?” Zico got up and went into the kitchen.
I turned to Kyung and saw that he was crying. “Whass wrong Kyung?”
“I’m so sorry that I did this to you. You didn’t deserve it. I’m going to miss you. If I hadn’t messed up, we might have been able to make us work. Please forgive me?” Kyung scooted closer to me and pulled me into a tight hug. My head was spinning.
Kyung let me go when Zico returned with the little white bag he had brought in earlier.
“Lay down sweetheart,” said Zico.
“Okay.” I obeyed. I laid down and pulled the blanket up to my chin.
He took my right arm out of the blanket and pulled my sleeve up to my shoulder. I watched him with bleary eyes and no fear. What was there to fear? He had taken care of me and he promised not to hurt me. And he was going to make me forget all of the bad things that had happened to me.
I watched as he took out a syringe with a pink liquid in it.
“Is that medicine?” I asked.
“Sort of,” said Zico as he carefully tapped the bubbles to the top.
Before he could give me the medicine, Kyung knelt down in front of me and kissed me. “I love you. I’m sorry and I love you,” he said through tears.
“I love you too Kyung,” I said. I really do.
Kyung moved and Zico rubbed my arm with a cold alcohol swab. He stuck the needle in and I watched as the liquid disappeared into my arm. I started to feel funny. A different kind of funny from the alcohol. Both of them made my brain feel foggy but the medicine seemed stronger somehow. I looked over at Kyung. He was watching me and crying. Zico had gone back into the bathroom.
Then the pain struck. This was worse than any headache I had ever had. It felt like a searing white hot needle piercing my brain. I couldn’t see. I could barely breathe. I clutched the sides of my head but it didn’t have any effect. I think I screamed. I don’t know. Mercifully, the pain caused me to pass out and I didn’t feel anything else.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I instantly became afraid. Where am I? I didn’t recognize anything.
“Good morning.”
I screamed and jumped up, bringing the red blanket with me as protection.
“Who are you?” I yelled. “Where am I?”
“It’s okay. I’m your friend. You are safe. I’m going to take you home today okay?”
“Where do I live?” I tried to think of what home meant but nothing came to me.
“You live in Amsterdam. Do you remember me?”
I looked at him closely. He looked a little familiar but once again, nothing came to me. “No. I should shouldn’t I?”
“Do you remember your name?” he asked.
I thought about it. I searched and searched for a name. I was blank. “No. Why not? What happened to me?”
“Your name is Sarah. You got hurt and now you can’t remember anything. You’ll get better but first I have to send you home okay?”
I didn’t know what to think but this man seemed to have more answers than me and he didn’t seem threatening. “Shouldn’t I see a doctor?” I asked.
“You did. He said it would take a while for your memory to come back. That’s why you have to go home. It will help you remember.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
“That’s not important. I laid some clothes in this bedroom. You need to go and change so we can go to the airport.”
“It’s important to me. Please.”
“You can call me Tom. Now, please get dressed.” He was making something in the toaster.
“Where am I?” I asked as I headed for the room he had indicated.
“Um, China,” he said. He didn’t seem too sure.
I realized I didn’t remember where China was so I went in and shut the door. I immediately felt bad. This was a bad place. The bed was very nice but it gave me a feeling of doom. I noticed a bathroom beyond so I took the clothes and headed in there. It was pretty but once again it gave me a bad feeling. The bathtub especially. I peed and put on the clothes I had been given. I didn’t recognize these clothes but I guessed it was part of the forgetting the man mentioned. I knew there was a name for forgetting but I couldn’t remember it.
Going back into the living room, I asked, “What is it called when you forget everything?”
“Amnesia.”
“Oh yeah.” It didn’t sound familiar but why would he lie?
Tom handed me a piece of toast. Do I like toast? I couldn’t remember so I ate it. It was good.
“Are you going home with me?” I asked.
“Um, no. I’ve got your ticket and I’m taking you to the airport. You will meet someone in Amsterdam to help you there okay?”
“Is it someone I know? Someone that knows me?”
“Sure. Now, put these shoes on,” said Tom as he laid a pair of shoes in front of me.
I slipped them on and they were a bit big but not uncomfortable. We left the apartment.

Tom had a beautiful car. We raced through the traffic like it wasn’t there. I wanted to ask questions but I got the feeling that Tom didn’t want to or couldn’t answer them. I just watched the scenery. I noticed that I couldn’t read any of the signs.
“Did I forget how to read?” I asked Tom without looking back at him.
“No. That is Chinese. You never learned how to read Chinese.” He shifted gears.
“Ohhh.”
We arrived at the airport which was extremely busy. Tom found a place to park and we went inside. It was huge! People were everywhere. Tom seemed to know exactly where to go and soon we were sitting along a wall waiting for the plane. Tom left and I watched as he bought two drinks and came back to sit beside me.
“Here,” he said handing me one of the cups.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Coffee.”
“Do I like coffee?” I asked. I think Tom was getting annoyed.
“Yes,” he said and took a sip of his.
I opened the little tab on top like he had and smelled the drink. It smelled really good but the steam was hot. I took a little sip and made a face. It was very bitter. I think Tom’s wrong. I don’t think I like coffee. I just held it. The warmth felt good on my hands.
“Fuck!” said Tom looking around in a sort of panic.
“What?” I asked.
I noticed the terminal filling up with security guards and this seemed to make Tom very nervous.
He turned to me and handed me a piece of paper. “Listen, this is your ticket. It tells you where to go. I have to go but you will be okay. These nice people will help you if you need help okay?”
“Please don’t leave me.” I became scared. Very scared.
“I’m sorry. I have to. When they say Amsterdam, you go down that hallway. Okay? You’ll be fine.”
I grabbed Tom’s hand but he stood up and kissed my forehead before pulling away from me and hurrying out of the terminal.
I looked around and my heart started thumping hard. I listened to some people beside me talking and realized that I not only couldn’t write or read Chinese but I couldn’t understand it either. I looked at the ticket and I didn’t understand one word on it. If there were instructions, I wouldn’t have known it. I listened for the word Amsterdam and I saw people going in and out of that hallway for a long time. I was afraid I had missed it. I became so confused and afraid that I didn’t know what to do. I started to cry. I didn’t want anyone to notice me so I tried to be quiet but that seemed to make it worse.
What am I going to do? I really have no idea. If I had ever known, I had forgotten.
I hid my face in my hands and cried. Hard.
I felt someone touch my shoulder and say something I didn’t understand. Oh no.
“What?” I asked as I looked up into his face. He was man with beautiful eyes and a face hidden by a mask.
“Oh, you speak English. Are you American?” he asked with a look of concern.
“I don’t know,” I said as I began to cry again.
“Huh?” He looked surprised.
I couldn’t think of the name of the forgetting disease so I said, “I have a forgetting disease.”
“Alzheimer’s? You are too young for that. Amnesia?” he asked.
“I think that’s it. I got hurt and now I can’t remember anything. Tom was sending me home but he had to go and now I don’t know what to do because I don’t speak Chinese.” I continued to cry.
The man looked confused for a minute then he said, “You are in Korea. South Korea and I think we need to get you to a doctor.”
“Tom gave me this ticket and said I’m supposed to meet someone in Amsterdam.”
He took the ticket and looked at it and said, “This is a ticket for Amsterdam but,” he looked at the screens hanging from the ceiling, “I think this flight is gone. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I want to get you to a doctor. Do you know your name?”
“Sarah. What’s yours?”
“Kim Junmyeon.” He took off his mask. “But you can call me Suho.”

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