Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Sixty Two

Kim Seokjin

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Bracing myself, I take a deep breath and prepare for a quick—
"Don't even think about it." Namjoon's voice from behind makes me flinch. I spin around on my heel to see him watching me with glaring amusement, arms crossed casually leaning against the door.
I glare back. "I wasn't doing anything." Sniffing, indignant. A little too quickly. Shit.
"Just so you know, the reason I no longer handcuff you in bed is because I wired every room with cameras so I can monitor you whenever I'm working in case you need me."
I shudder. "You're a crazy stalker. Do you even hear the crap that comes out of your mouth? What the hell goes through your head that makes this stuff okay? I don't want you watching me every second. I'm an adult!" I ignore the slight whine. "You're being a creep!"
He raises a brow. "What if you pass out again or get hurt and I can't hear you? I like seeing you at all times. It's for reassurance."
That's gross. Disturbing. I feel violated. "I don't like it. You aren't my keeper. I'm not going to do anything reckless or stupid."
"Where were you going just now?"
Scratching my nose, I shrug, avoiding his all too knowing gaze. "Food." I can finally eat food again and I'm hungry all the damn time. "I wanted some red velvet mochi ice cream."
"The kitchen is the opposite direction, love."
  "So maybe I got lost for a second."
He glances past me towards the door. The door leading into the garden which in turn leads to the shipping docks...the opposite direction towards the kitchen. "Mhm hm."
      I keep my composure despite being caught red handed. I fidget and go pale as the obvious sound of keys jingle in my pocket.
     Sighing, I strides over to me and sinks his hand down into my pants...snatching the keys and my passage to escape. I watch longingly as he throws the keys into a wall mounted safe with fingerprint only access.
     Afterwards, he turns on his heel and holds out his hand. Am I going to be punished? Chained to the bed again? This was a stupid plan. I forgot I'm dealing with a crazy alien.
      "Come."
      I hesitate, stepping back. "Come where?"
      Without another word or debate, he swiftly picks me up and begins walking towards the kitchen. I'm plopped down at the counter while he opens the compartment containing my favorite meals.
      I watch in silence as he prepares the ice cream and slides the full bowl across the counter to me. I snatch a delicious mochi and pop it into my mouth. "You're angry, right?"
      He leans back and just stares at me. I can't help but notice how annoyingly good he looks in his black work shirt with rolled up sleeves and a few buttons undone. His pants hugging his large figure tightly.
      Uh, when did I become such a perv? It's just the stupid hormones. Just the hormones...
      Yeah, we haven't done anything since...well...since the whole cheating and raping thing. I haven't allowed him to touch me like that. I don't want him to. I really don't.
      My mind is strong.
      My body...on the other hand...unfortunately instinctively recognizes him as my mate now and my body really wants him. Starving for touch and attention.
     These stupid pregnancy hormones are only making it worse. I wanted to escape all this. I'm afraid of myself. Of giving in to him.
      I spiral into secret panic mode. What if...what if it gets so bad I beg him to fuck me?! What if I end up crawling to him in shame and need?!
     No!
     I won't let that happen!
     I need to get away from him. "How long are we staying here?" I demand, upset. Mostly at myself.
     Looking down, I notice the smile he's hiding and it annoys me. "Permanently. This will be our new home. I plan to keep renovating the space to make it perfect for us and our child and in the near future Taehyung and his mate can come stay here as well."
     He sounds way too pleased with himself. It's infuriating. "And I have no say in any of this?!"
     Slowly, he approaches me. My breath catches as his hands slide up my thighs and forces my legs apart, startling me. I gasp as he slides his body between them and trapping my face in his hands. I'm forced to meet his eyes.
     "Jin...I love you. You know that, don't you? Truly I do. Only you can make me do these insane and illogical measures. I was always overly practical in all aspects. Completely upstanding and rigid. Until meeting you. A simple human." His voice is low and quick, as if he's more mumbling to himself than to me. "How have you changed me into this, hm?" Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my forehead.
      I don't answer. What am I supposed to respond exactly? Am I being praised or insulted? I can't tell.
     He stares at me with a dark intensity. It makes me anxious. It also makes my body hot and my mind scream at me to hit him and run away.
     I do nothing. Simply stare back at him, feeling so many conflicting things. One thing comes to mind, however. Stockholm syndrome.
      Is his crazy now leaking onto me? Am I losing it with him? A depressing thought for sure.
     He licks his lips, always watching me. "What are you craving, Seokjin?" His husky voice is low in my ears and I feel my body start to vibrate. My thighs clench.
     The knowledge of the fact he's still in between my legs isn't lost on me. It'd be so easy...for him to come inside me...to...give me what I need...
      Clearing my throat, I reluctantly break his gaze, not wanting to relent so quickly. I'm not that desperate. "What do you mean?"
      He continues studying me for several long moments before stepping back. "For dinner. What are you craving? I'll make you anything."
      And...I'm fucking mortified. Of course he wasn't talking about sex. I'm the perv now. He never tries to do anything like that to me. Not once. He's forever content to just own me like property and observe me through endless screens forever but never taking it further.
      Maybe jumping out into space wouldn't be so bad. I'm sure it'd be quick...
      Is it because I'm not Hoseok? My god—he had no problem forcing himself on him and going at it! Not that I want to be raped but...yeah but.
     Why doesn't he want me? Is he really only doing this because he's forced to because I'm pregnant? Maybe he would have continued pursuing Hoseok if I wasn't. Maybe..maybe....
     "Your ice cream is melting." He chimes from across the kitchen, back to me now. Great.
      I stare into the bowl and feel my appetite disappear. I'm fat and inadequate. Of course he doesn't want me. He's just a lunatic.
      I feel myself about to tear up and the urge to slap myself back to reality is strong. Oh god I'm losing it for real.
     I hate myself. I need to get away from him. From this.
     Will he enjoy watching me break down in my room? I'm sure he gets a kick out of invading my privacy all the damn time. God, I'm messed up.
      After everything...how can I still want him? Love him? Hate him for doing this to me. I don't want to feel like this.
      Why is he doing this to me?
       Is he just playing with me?