"In the heart of hidden things,"
—Charlotte Mew

Adul

Pulling into the curvature driveway of the mansion he turned off the engine as he rested his head on the steering wheel. Only our soft breathing was heard as we sat in silence. He turned to me as droplets of perspiration sat on his forehead his eyes portrayed worry as he sat upright.

"Irving, you will no longer be seeing Yoongi do you understand?"

His voice broke the immense silence as she turned from her position of staring out the window to facing forward. "Why not? You can't tell me that!" she shouted.

My heart ached at her defensiveness her eyes grew wide as they brimmed with liquid and I figured it had happened to her too. She had fallen in love with a man no better than Taehyung. Yoongi had been a perpetrator just as he was.

"Because I said so! we will keep to ourselves for now on. No escorting, No outside contact, until further notice!" he yelled anxiously.

He opened the car door as we all walked towards the mansion. Irving silently weeping behind us, I took my hand in hers as we entered the quiet home. The light was shining throughout the hall as Darla greeted us.

"Hello how was your evening?" she smiled approaching us.

Our eyes followed as Irving stalked ahead towards the staircase avoiding her presence. I started to go after her once Taehyung caught my wrist, hinting not to move.

"Darla, I need you to wash my clothes... in cold water." he whispered lowly as he proceeded to walk in the bedroom.

"I suppose the evening wasn't so well was it madam?" she questioned

"Not so much," I agreed as I turned to follow Taehyung into the bedroom.

He threw his suit jacket on the ground as he began to undress out of his shirt. He sat his shirt beside him as he sat at the edge of the bed placing his face into his palms.

Sitting beside him I removed the button down sitting it on my lap. Glancing at the wrist I noticed the deep brown hue soaked into the fabric. I looked towards him as he stared into the mirror silently.

"Sit those out for Darla why don't you." He spoke as he stalked towards the bathroom.

My body shivered at the thought that he had harmed someone. I quickly stood as I stopped the bathroom door from closing, he turned to me with an anxious expression.

"Who was it?" I demanded

"What are you on about!?" he challenged.

"Who's blood is seeped into your shirt!?"

He bit his bottom lip as he looked up to me.

"I killed Jimin... he said he harmed you and I wasn't around to stop it... he touched what was mine."

I felt a lump in my throat as I was unable to speak. Stepping further away from him I shook my head in disbelief. He's managed to murder two people because of me, my involvement has made him commit crimes on people that were not deserving.

"You s-shouldn't have killed him! He was your friend!" I shouted as he quickly rushed towards me placing his hand over my mouth. Tears cascaded freely as I stood in his hold.

"Listen to me and listen well," He spoke deeply, his brown eyes glared into my own "These people mean nothing to me! Nothing at all when it comes to you. You are the only worthy thing I have in my life and I will not let them take it away." he growled.

I nodded my head slowly as he removed his palm from my face. He stood in front of me with a weary expression.

"Now if you'll excuse me... I would like to bathe." he whispered turning to walk into the bathroom and proceeding the close the door.

The sound of running water filled the room as I heard three small knocks at the door. Picking up his bloodstained shirt and jacket I walked towards the door opening it to reveal Darla. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.

"Did you make him upset?" she questioned with a frown.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the question my eyes were red and wet but it was I who angered him?

"It was just an argument nothing more." I spoke handing her his clothes. Tsking she looked at the bloodied sleeve as she quickly folded them placing them over her arm.

"Well, madam to avoid further conflict with him... maybe you should sleep in your own bed tonight. Where you are supposed to." she smiled tauntingly.

"I suppose so,"I responded.

"I'm sure he is truly stressed... during these types of nights he likes to be alone." she began to walk away as I quickly followed her in curiosity.

"During what types of nights?" I questioned, she stopped in her tracks as she turned to me. Her mouth turning to a small smile.

"The nights where he has to make tough business decisions... they start to take a toll on him and hence —" she paused as turned up the sleeve of his shirt hinting at the soaked crimson liquid.

"Business decisions." I whispered to myself. She smiled as she continued on her way I quickly walked back into the room noticing the water still running.

The lamp on his desk portrayed yellow light as I walked towards it. Sitting in his black leather seat I started to pull on the first drawer it contained multiple of sorted files. My thumb brushed along the tabs as I read the names associated with them.

Marisol, Genevieve, Hannah, Athena... I froze as I couldn't find my name. I picked up Hannah's file as black and white images slipped from the folder.

She had been smiling alone into the camera the wrinkles at the edge of eyes were deep. She had been sleeping alone in her room unaware of the photo. I searched through the photos as my heart dropped at the image of her hand intertwined with Jungkook as they sat together alone.

A typed page of black ink contained all her information. Her weight, height, and price.
Several pages contained client contracts in which they would sign and finalize transactions.

The tabs had a file for each of us except for me.

"He never planned of using me as an escort?"

I quickly placed her folder back into the cabinet. As I pulled on the second drawer, aligned files containing different tabs.

A leather black book was pressed beside the folders. Pulling it out I opened it to the first page the faded pages contained smudged cursive writing in a very distinct form. I flipped through the pages skimming through the small diary entries til a quarter in the journal, the black ink was written clearly.

Today I will escape, I will no longer lie, I will no longer pretend to love him - Hannah.

I shivered as I read the last entry, that was when he knew her plan. She would never make it out alive, she would never see Jungkook.

I heard the flowing water come to a halt as I quickly shut the drawer and sat at the edge of the bed. He opened the bathroom door with only a pair of shorts covering his bottom half, and a white towel drying his hair.

"You're still up?" He questioned as he eyed my position raising a brow.

"I-I was waiting for you..." I spoke

"Adul..." he smirked "I'm not stupid, " he walked towards his desk as he picked up the leather book I foolishly forgot to return to the drawer. He ran his thumb over the leather bind before hurling it at the wall, the tattered pages falling down to the ground.

"So you want to leave too!?" He bellowed

"N-no I was just—" I stuttered as he paced towards me pressing my body down on the bed. His eyes were lit with anger and sadness as he scrutinized my expression.

"You were just what?" He growled

"I want to know what's going on! You're hiding something from me and I don't think it's fair!" I screamed.

His eyes softened, lifting his body from my own he sat beside me. The atmosphere was silent and tense. He rests his hands on his knees as he looked down.

"I'm in a difficult circumstance, that has led me to consider improbable solutions... now that time is running close I have to make a decision, my assets are on the line I could lose everything or give it all away."

I placed my hand in his as I breathed deeply realizing that this circumstance could be an opportunity to set us free.

"Maybe you should make the best decision possible, the wisest and safest decision. Whatever this circumstance is you know what's best." I said truthfully

"Surely, I've come to the conclusion that I must sacrifice to keep what I value most." he spoke.

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Hello I posted the prologue
for my new Jimin horror "skin" :)

* Madam — An older woman who manages a brothel, escort service or other prostitution establishments. She may work alone or in collaboration with other traffickers.
^^
use that for future reference