Bound to You

Chapter 4

The last ounce of optimism was leaving Jimin's body due to the hunger gnawing at his insides.

A slice of stale bread. A small bottle of water. This was his only allowance. By the end of the week, at least that's what Jimin assumed, he was fatigued, weak and dizzy at times. He had never known true hunger, until now – his stomach contracted in painful spasms, he was nauseous from all the hunger. All he could think about was food. He stayed curled up on the narrow bed, the only furniture in the room.

But that wasn't even the bad part.

The guards took a liking to torture him by eating all kinds of food infront of him. If they were bored or drunk they used him as a punching bag. The employer never paid a visit. From what he overheard he wasn't even in the house. This isn't a cheesy action movie where the villain will come to gloat and share all of his evil plan while he circles the victim. After the days he spent there, Jimin came to the conclusion that the kidnapping was not personal. There is a grand scheme out there. Has to be. Jimin has never felt this hopeless in his life.

A few more days passed, one night as Jimin was curled up in bed, shivering from cold, very hungry, he heard the click of the lock turning. He already got his bread for the day. Were the guards bored again? Fuck, are they drunk? His body still hurts from the last time they were drunk and bored. Jimin tried to get up and stand, a sudden bout of dizziness washed over him and he fell into the bed again. No, you aren't going to faint now. Not the time.

Jimin's vision was swimming, he heard the door open and then close. Someone entered the room, no this is not one of the guards. The smell was different, an earthy cologne. When his vision sharpened, the tall blurry figure has a face now. Jimin gasped and he met a familiar pair of hazel brown, cold eyes, staring back at him.

Yes, he was a total condescending dick, and his eyes creeped Jimin out, but never did Jimin think that "filthy-rich, young, handsome business tycoon" equals to "filthy rich, young, handsome criminal". Clearly, he was wrong. If there really is any god up there, Jimin surely wasn't their favorite.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Jimin was fidgety and a little self-conscious. He probably look pathetic, his curls were no longer tamed by gel, he was wearing the same shirt from heaven knows how many days ago – it is crumpled, dirty, stained by his own blood. He was only allowed a shower once because Viper had complained that he was stinking. Point is, if Kim Taehyung had been unimpressed with him when he tried to look his best, he will probably not even consider him as a human in this beaten up, half-starved state. And why do I care about THAT now?

"L-look, whatever you have with my father, I know nothing about it. Just l-let me g-go, p-please." Jimin's words were shaped oddly in his mouth.

The man stepped closer, grabbed his chin with a hard grip, so hard it hurt, "What are you playing at?" Jimin blinked at him confused, vision going blurry again, "I don't understand" he replies.

Taehyung pursed his lips, "Who do you take me for? Park sent me his only son, the pretty trophy son, unarmed, without even one bodyguard, no precautions? Kidnapping you was laughably easy".

Jimin couldn't help but laugh, wincing immediately because his lips were still swollen and his jaw still hurt from the last beating. Have you finally lost your mind? Why the fuck are you laughing?

"Sorry? You sound disappointed." Jimin said surprising both Taehyung and himself.

"You cannot possibly be this clueless" the man in the long black coat said in disgust, letting go of Jimin.

Jimin found the beginning of a plan forming in his mind. Is this guy really unable to look past his boyish looks? I could use that right? He could play it up, pretend to be the vulnerable teenager he certainly wasn't. Jimin was a firm believer that complete evil does not exist. Even the most heartless criminals will think twice before mistreating someone innocently vulnerable, wouldn't they?