Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Fifty Nine

Kim Seokjin

      So...life has taken a turn.
      I went from abruptly being abducted from earth and torn away from my average life to become a future human breeder prostitute on another planet to finding my soul mate and falling in love to now being abducted by said soul mate I supposedly love and basically becoming his personal human slave. Also carrying his child. Am I still a prostitute then?
      It feels that way at least.
     And I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
     Unfortunately, it seems Namjoon doesn't care how I feel about this situation. Or the fact that this is fucking crazy!
How could he do this to me? He said he loved me! This is not how you show someone you love them. This is some killing stalking bullshit—n-not that I know what that is...Cough cough...
  I glare at the plate of food before me with loathing before angrily throwing it to the floor. Again. The glass shatters and I feel it cut into my skin. A sick sense of satisfaction fills me. I don't care. I'm too angry to care. My wrist is chafed from the stupid handcuffs he insists on toting on me everywhere.
What the hell does he think? I'm just gonna run out into the fucking moon with no atmosphere and kill myself? Sorry but I do value my life or I would have jumped ship a long time ago. Obviously. I'm displeased, yes, but not to that point. Yet.
Now maybe shoving him out into orbit...I would consider that without too much guilt.
I wouldn't even be tried for murder here. It's free grounds. Haha.
    Okay, I'm officially going crazy now, ugh. All his fault! He's drove over the deep end.
"Jin, you need to eat." He stresses as he stares down at the mess with an unhappy look on his face. I watch in silence as he cleans it up and begins preparing another meal.
Will he get a fucking clue?! This is the fourth time I've done this and he won't stop. Over and over again. We're just repeating the cycle. I don't want to eat! I want to be free!
He drags a chair over and slams it down directly in front of me, sitting down on it and holding the spoon up. "If you refuse to eat this then I will tie you to the bed and force an IV into your vein. You need nourishment and I will get this into your body one way or another. Hate me all you want but I will make sure you are healthy and safe."
"What about my mental health?!" I scoff. "You obviously give jack shit about that."
      His brow furrows in confusion. "Jack...shit? What does that mean? You and your human phrases..." He sighs. "Forget. Open your mouth."
     "How about fuck off?"
     "Seokjin."
     "..."
     A loud crash reverberates throughout the room and after a struggle somehow I end up on my back on the floor with him pinning me down and shoving the spoon of food into my mouth. I don't know what it is. I can't even taste it.
     I choke it down reluctantly and try to shove him off but I've only got one hand free. The other is still has cuffed to the table which has now been flipped over. How it happened? Don't ask me.
      As my body accepts the nutrients for the first time in a few days, I realize just how badly I've been neglecting myself. I'm starving.
     He quickly lifts my head and forces another bite into my mouth. I don't fight him this time and just scarf it down, more ravenous the more he feeds me.
     Eventually, I smack his hand away and take the spoon. "I can feed myself."
     "Stubborn." He stares me down as I quickly finish the meal and pushes a glass of water my way. I drink it down in seconds.
      Before my body can digest it, however, it becomes too much too fast and I turn to the side, throw it all back up.
     Namjoon chides me quietly from the side before scooping me up and uncuffing me, carrying me into the bathroom. I want to complain but I'm too busy trying to keep the acid down. It hurts and my eyes water.
     I feel like I'm dying. It's miserable.
     All the efforts of eating are wasted as I expend all the nutrients from my body at once. Groaning, I rest my head against the tile floor and close my eyes. I just want to sleep.
     "Here. Let me get you in the bath."
     I'm in too much misery to care as he strips off my clothes and places me in a hot bath. I smell special relaxing herbs and sigh, breathing them in as my stomach finally chills.
     He hovers annoyingly by my side as I try to ignore him. No dice.
     He kneels down and begins washing me without a word. I stare at him all the while. Why is he being this way? Why can't he act like the asshole I expect instead of a caring boyfriend? It confuses me and makes me mad. I want to fucking loathe him but the way he's acting makes it hard for me not to feel like the ass.
     Humph.
     He drains the bath and lifts me effortlessly into his arms, striding towards the bedroom where he places me softly on the bed and pulls the blankets over me. I frown as he moved about the room.
     "Clothes?"  
     He stops, glancing over at me. "It's just us. I've seen your body, Jin. I just washed it."
     "Yeah well I don't want to be naked." In front of you. Pouting a bit. He doesn't deserve my nudity.
     I realize too late what he's doing. He pulls over a machine and a long tube with a needle attached. Holy shit—he wasn't kidding about the IV.
     He gives me stern look that offends me. "Don't fight me on this. Your body can't handle food right now. You need nutrition. This is for your own good as well as our child. Have you forgotten you're pregnant?" He asks, frowning.
     Rolling my eyes, I hold out my arm just to get it over with. I'm not stubborn enough to hurt myself to that degree purposely and of course I haven't forgotten I'm pregnant! How can I with a watermelon sized stomach!
      "You only care about my health because I'm pregnant." Maybe if I lost it he would finally toss me aside and let me go.
Don't go there.
      His head snaps up fast and I'm actually a little frightened by the look on his face. He looks more angry than I've ever seen him. He grasps my chin tightly and closes the distance between us. "Do you really believe that, Seokjin? Do you see me so lowly? So repulsive to you? I'm doing all this for us because I love you. Even if you weren't carrying my child. That isn't my first concern."
      My jaw hurts from him clutching it so I lift my hand up and grasp his wrist, squeezing. "I don't, okay? Jeeze."
     He lets me go and I grimace in pain, rubbing my jaw. "Even you have to see this was a little extreme, Namjoon."
     He pauses, nodding a bit before preparing my arm for the IV. I look away as he slides the needle into my vein but I have to admit the immediate rush of relief my body feels as I finally have sustenance. I hadn't realized how bad off I'd gotten.
     He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at his hands. "I couldn't think of any other way. I know I messed up and not just with you. I needed to get away from him." His voice is low, ashamed. "I...I was afraid of myself and what I'm capable of. I don't like having no control over my actions. I never imagined I would ever do something like that."
      I don't know what to say but I don't have to talk as he continues.
     "I'm ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed to face him which is why I avoided him. He didn't deserve that at all and I just...I couldn't really comprehend it was me hurting him. Hurting you. My body acted instinctively but my mind wasn't right. I was thinking about you." He shakes his head. "I don't expect you to understand or forgive me but I want you to know that I do not excuse my actions but nor do I want him the way I want you. I just want you. I don't feel that way about him anymore. I just lost control of the situation. I truly despise myself for it. It was a mistake but I also know that doesn't make it okay."
      I don't say anything for several minutes. I know he's being honest. It's hard. It's so hard to keep being obstinate in my anger and indignation. Hoseok said a little the same and he even seemed over it so fast...
Ugh! Am I the only one obsessed with this? Why am I the only one still pissed about it? It's not just my jealousy, right? I really don't know...
I'm human. I can't just get past these things so easily. I'm allowed to be upset. I'm allowed to hate them. I'm allowed to not want him to touch me or take care of me....right?
"Please, Seokjin. I'm not asking you to forgive me. I won't do that. It's too much. I'm just begging you to let me take care of you because I love you. I want you. I chose you. Please don't think I still want him. It isn't like that."
I puff out a deep breath. I need to think. Really think things over. "I'm tired." I eventually speak. I truly am. Mentally and physically.
He nods. "Alright. Sleep. I have some things to do but please call me if you wake early or need anything." He points to s small button on the wall. "You can press this and I can hear you. Like an intercom."
Yawning, I lay back. "Fine."
I feel a light pressure on my forehead and instinctively know it's his lips. He gets up and quietly leaves me alone.
I notice he didn't handcuff me to the bed this time.