(Third Person POV)

"M-M-Minseo?" she stuttered in shock.

"O-Omma!?" the girl yelped loudly.

"SHHHHHHH!" Chanyoung hissed at the girl, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

"W-What are you doing here? I thought that you were with Jinhee!" Minseo whispered.

"I was. I went outside to get a job done, but Jihoon saw me and he couldn't believe that I was alive. He's been hunting for Jinhee ever since," Chanyoung replied and Minseo gasped. "Leave that aside. How did they know about you!?" Chanyoung asked. Not even a soul had any idea that Minseo knew Kang Jihoon's wife. Not even Kang Jihoon himself.

"I-I don't know. I was planning to meet you at your house, but a person k-kidnapped me," Minseo stuttered.

"Choi Jungwoo," Chanyoung said through gritted teeth. "But why? Why meet me?" she asked.

"I called you, but someone else answered, a man, and-" Minseo stopped midway through her sentence as Chanyoung gasped. "O-Omma? What happened?" she asked. Chanyoung's eyes were wide with fear.

"A-A-A man answered t-the call?" Chanyoung asked and Minseo understood what Chanyoung was thinking.

"Jinhee is not in danger, don't worry," Minseo replied quickly.

"H-How d-do you k-know?"

"Since the man who answered the call said that his name was Kim Taehyung and I searched him up. He isn't a gangster nor is he related to any gangster activity." Chanyoung still seemed unsure and eyed Minseo nervously.

"Are you sure . . . ?" she asked, unable to shake the unease off.

"Yes Omma, he's the son of the owner of the Kim Enterprise," Minseo replied and Chanyoung sighed in relief and rest her head across the pillar. However, the peace did not last long. Her head jolt back up as her sharp ears picked up the distant sound of feet on wood, descending down the stairs that lead to the basement.

"Minseo, you trust me right?" Chanyoung asked and Minseo nodded. "Then, can you please, please pretend to be Jinhee?" Her eyes were pleading Minseo to say yes. It wasn't just to save her daughter. It was to save this young girl who was almost just as precious as her daughter.

However, Minseo didn't find this as a plan to save her. She felt betrayed, heartbroken, dejected. Is this what she was? A toy, existing just so that she could save Jinhee, a person she had never even seen? Is this what she gets for trusting Chanyoung, treating her like her very own mother? Keeping her secrets, not giving her away for wealth and living her life as a loner, just to put her life against a person she did not know?

She looked at Chanyoung straight in the eyes and her mind yearned to ask her why she has to do this. Why she has to walk into the arms of death. Why she was raised as a pig for slaughter. But she didn't. Chanyoung's eyes were pleading her to say yes. She was scared, Minseo knew it. However brave Chanyoung was, she could not hide her emotions from Minseo. She could read her like an open book. Jinhee was the only reason Chanyoung was alive.

With a heavy heart, Minseo whispered, "yes."

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(Flashback)

Taehyung sat in his chair, his brow furrowed with stress. Someone had tried to use his phone number to make illegal trades again and they were nowhere near to catching them. Luckily, they weren't successful, otherwise, his whole company would've been bankrupt by now. A beep echoed from the intercom, snapping Taehyung out of his thoughts.

"Mr Kim?" the voice asked, unsure whether this was the right moment to speak.

"Yes, Secretary Do," Taehyung answered.

"Mr Min is here to see you. Should I let him in?" the voice replied and Taehyung straightened up.

"Yes," Taehyung responded and he could see a mint green-haired man being led towards his room. "Yoongi hyung," Taehyung sighed in relief. 

"First, remove all the important details from your phone and log out of all social media accounts. Change the passwords and remove the saved passwords," Yoongi replied.

"Yes, I did that already," Taehyung replied.

"Good. Now, get a new number as soon as possible. Better not let anyone know where you got it from though," Yoongi said and Taehyung nodded.

"Secretary Do," Taehyung said as he pressed the button on the intercom.

"Yes?" Secretary Do answered tentatively.

"I need a new number. Get it from the nearest shop as soon as possible," Taehyung ordered and he could hear him shuffling some papers. 

"Y-Yes I'll go right now," Secretary Do replied and Taehyung saw him run out of the building.

"Didn't even give me money to buy it," Secretary Do muttered to himself as he strode along the street. He only had a few thousand won left and he needed to find a cheap shop that sells sim cards, and fast. "Excuse me," he asked the first person he saw and she spun around, her face quizzical. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, but do you know a place that sells cheap sim cards around here?" he asked the woman nervously.

"You want to buy a sim card?" she asked and he nodded. "Does it have to be . . ." she paused before saying, "new?"

"No, no, any sim card is fine. I just need one immediately," Secretary Do replied.

"Okay then. You can have mine," the woman replied.

"N-No it's fine. You don't have to give your sim card," he said, taken aback. 

"You can have it. I was planning on selling it somewhere either way," the woman replied. The quicker she got rid of it, the better.

"A-Are you sure?" Secretary Do asked and the woman nodded. She took the sim card out of her phone and handed it to the man, who was busy digging his purse for money. "I can't thank you enough," he replied as she took the money and walked away as if they never met. "Weird woman," he mumbled as he made his way back to the Kim Enterprise to give Taehyung the sim card.

A/N: OMGGG!!!!!! VOICEMAIL WON IT'S VERY FIRST AWARD TODAY!!!!!! IT GOT 2ND PLACE IN THE SEOUL TOWN ROAD AWARDS!!!!! I'M SO FRICKING HAPPY!!!!!!! Thank you SeoulTownRoadAwards for hosting the award and thank you armygirl0616 for judging my book. To celebrate that, I've decided to finish writing this chapter today. I hope that you enjoy it and that some of your questions are answered in this chapter!!!!!

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