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Minjun awoke to the soft, golden glow of morning light filtering through the drape-covered windows, the honey-colored sunshine catching the edges of the fabric like a gentle promise of the day ahead. His eyes fluttered open, blinking against the brightness, and a faint groan escaped his lips. He stretched his limbs, trying to ease the stiffness from his body beneath the cool satin sheets that clung to him. As his mind cleared, he remembered where he was — Seokjin's bed.
The realisation hit him in waves, a mix of discomfort and resignation. His eyes darted towards the window, recalling the locked panes he had struggled with the night before. The window had refused to budge, much to his frustration, and he had ended up giving up, slumping back into the unfamiliar bed.
The soft rattle of the door handle broke his moment of quiet contemplation, snapping his attention away from his wandering thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively pressed himself deeper into the mattress, half-hoping the intruder would disappear. But when the door creaked open, revealing the broad silhouette of Seokjin, the tension in Minjun's body relaxed almost immediately.
"Good morning," he addressed the young boy in his bed, "I am here to get you up and ready. Namjoon and the others have eaten and are out working currently, today you will just be with me. I've brought some clothes, however, Jimin left before I had his permission so these are mine, I expect you dressed in five minutes."
And then the tall criminal with the broad shoulders left the room without a second glance at the sleepy boy.
Minjun sulked as he felt the sharpness of the air bombard his uncovered body, gliding himself out of the bed and finding his way to the collection of clothes. With ease, he slipped out of the sweatpants and hoodie that he slept in and coiled them up neatly beside the new clothes.
His fingers caressed the outfit for today, effortlessly dragging the white sweats up his lean legs and wriggling his arms and torso into the long-sleeved t-shirt that he was provided.
Minjun tip-toed to the bedroom entrance, opening it easily with his left hand and the other stayed in a fist by his hip.
"All done?"
The boy let go of the handle, sending it springing back upright with a noisy clunk. He faltered away, cowering with his arms up covering his chest. An entertained Seokjin entered the room by lightly shoving the door.
"I-I wasn't trying to escape," Minjun stammered, his voice betraying his anxiety as he turned to face the older man.
"You wouldn't," Seokjin beamed and held the door open for his hostage, "I know you're not stupid Minjun. I'm sure you know about the security alarm and cameras, and that tracker."
Seokjin paced insignificantly ahead of the boy with his lip clenched between his teeth, hoping the teenager would buy his false information. It seemed to work, the gunman seeing the boys face drop from the corner of his eyes.
