Kidnapped

Chapter 5

Y/n's pov

I see Five looking at me, but I don't know if he felt guilty. The apologetic frown tells me he kind of does, though.

"Should've expected it," I mumble to myself, too low for him to hear.

He saved me from that man, yes, but he did kill him.

"I-" he stops himself, but continues quickly after that. "I had to y/n." He sighs-oh boy, now I know that he really feels bad about putting that thing in my neck.

"But why?' I ask, having to. I'm not gonna lie, I thought he wouldn't do such thing. I'm litteraly stuck in this room. I don't have anywhere to go.

I look at my feet, not wanting to see his face.

"They don't trust you," he admits with a sigh. "I know that you can't escape."

With a glare, I face him again. I could, if I wasn't feeling so down. I could if I forced myself to stay sane.

"You know I didn't enjoy putting it in your neck,' he tells me, and looks at my neck to see if I'm all right. I frown at him-but don't stop him.

"If you enjoyed it, I was going to kick you right now." I frown at him while trying not to chuckle. It's harder than I thought to keep myself from doing so. I don't get myself sometimes.

"You would?" He starts to laugh when I nod. "You couldn't."

"Challenging me, huh?" I smirk at the boy in front of me. I haven't had a decent conversation with him like this one. Still, I wouldn't immediately count this conversation as decent. You know, with the whole tracker subject and all... Now I'm getting a better look at him, which gives me more time to look at his features; his now messy brown hair and his blue eyes (which are right upon mine).

Upon mine. No.

I look back at my feet rather quickly, shaking my head slowly as if trying to shake the thought out of my head. I can't let this happen. Whatever this is.

"Maybe I am challenging you." He smirks back at me, and I fail at keeping eyes on my feet. Damn it.

My eye rolling causes him to smile this time-which is different. Last time he had pushed me against the wall with a firm grip.

"You just want attention," I state, smiling.

He doesn't object, but I already knew I was right. Or maybe he's just too distracted. His eyes are still on me, and this time I do not look at my feet again. My eyes don't stay on him, either. No. I stare right in front of me.

"Your smile is. . .," Five trails off, surprising himself with what he was about to say. I can guess what he was about to say. I don't want to guess. I don't want to hear it. Still, I can't force the laugh away.

"What was that?" I burst out laughing.

His eyes widen, and I can't blame him. It isn't his eyes that widen that catches my attention but his cheeks. His dimples but also the color that his cheeks have gotten. Pink. A soft pink.

"Now who wants attention?" he chuckles-actually chuckles. My laugh is louder now, and I'm not even surprised anymore when he joins me.

Only after a minute or so the laughing fades. The it's quiet, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. Five's smile fades, and his lips form a thin line. I don't like it. I prefer a smile lightening up his face.

"I'm sorry that I did not save your parents," Five suddenly speaks up, causing me to frown. I can hear the guilt in his voice. "I was so concentrated on my mission that I didn't care."