I rolled over in my bed trying hard to sleep. I started thinking about what to do tomorrow when my phone started buzzing. I didn't know whether to answer it or not. No one should know my number. But I picked it up to see I had three new messages.
Unknown Text me. It's NJ.
Namjoon? What does he want?
Me What do you want? I left you like an hour ago?
Namjoon Are you going to sleep, your dad said he had to go to a meeting so it's just me and you here. Even the maids went home. I'm in the living room drinking a soda and watching tv. You could come down.
Me Don't drink my sodas!
I sat my phone down slipping on my slippers before opening my bedroom door. The house was pretty quiet making me feel relaxed. Having my dad around I see bad guys all the time around here. People look at me with either three things. Pity, hate, or lust. Pity since I can't have a normal life. Hate because I am my father's only daughter. And lust because I am the only female within my fathers company. Hundreds of men walk through my front doors looks so at me like I'm fresh meat. I'm legal one said once.
"Hey Mimi!" Namjoon shouted as I saw him sitting on our couch. I looked around the house to make sure my dad wasn't playing a trick on me by using Namjoon. Namjoon seemed to make himself right at home on our expensive couch.
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"I was, wait what did you call me? My name is Mina." I snapped as I walked into the living room. Our living room is pretty big with mostly gold colors. It's very different from my room which is just simple colors. But downstairs my dad likes everything to look good, and if he saw Namjoon's feet on his table...let's just say Namjoon wouldn't be here anymore. So now I know Namjoon isn't lying, my father isn't here really.
"It's a nickname. But you're on tv." Namjoon pointed to the tv as a news lady was talking about me indeed. It was about my almost kidnapping and how people need to watch out. I guess they aren't going to say who I actually am, smart. "Can I ask a question?" Namjoon flipped the tv off as he sat up. He removed his feet from the table as I sat at the very end of the couch.
"Sure, why not I have a few to ask you as well, so while we are alone we might as well get things over well." I sighed as he sat up straight smiling. He threw me a box before smiling at me. I opened the box to see a pretty but simple necklace.
"It's a tracker necklace, meaning we can't be from each other." He smiled.
"Whatever get your question over with." I spoke as I placed the necklace on.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked making my eyes go wild. That was his question!
