Stockholm Syndrome ✔

I swallowed. "Let me go." I tried to sound demanding and unafraid. A slight quiver in my voice betrayed me.

"I can't do that." The man above me came closer. His features fully in view. I started to notice the tiny birthmarks on his skin.

"Why not?" I gave up on sounding brave.

"Because, Jungkook." His hands caressed the hanging strand of hair in my face pulling it back. "I love you."