Bound to You

Chapter 8

When Jimin woke up, it was well into the afternoon, although if it wasn't for the clock on the wall, there would be no way of knowing. It was snowing outside the window.

Jimin rubbed at his eyes and stretched like a cat in the soft bed, feeling deliciously well-rested and comfy. His muscles ached a little, but he felt more comfortable than he had in ages. He still wasn't sure why he had been moved from his old room to this suspiciously nice one, but he hoped it wasn't just a facade.

Then, he recalled something. Had Taehyung really told him these were his personal rooms?

Jimin's entire body flushed, remembering the circumstances of it. Fuck. Had he really let Taehyung manhandle him, hold his dick while he pissed, and generally treat him like a thing? His thing?

Jimin's stomach did a little flip. Suddenly, he had a nearly irresistible urge to run. Run somewhere far away from that strange man with cruel eyes and gentle hands.

Though...he couldn't deny that it all had gone rather smoothly. Better than Jimin could have hoped. Yes, he had been punished, and it had sucked, and his little clingy breakdown afterward was cringe-worthy, he wanted the earth to swallow him, but Taehyung had been almost nice to him?

He took care of me when he didn't have to.

He could have left Jimin lying there, exhausted and helpless, until he pissed himself and fell asleep on the hard floor. He had even changed Jimin's clothes and put him in bed. Granted, Taehyung had been hardly gentle as he did so, but still. Jimin decided to count that as a small victory. He always liked to be optimistic.

Yawning, Jimin finally sat up, hands still under the blanket. His eyes fell on the nightstand and widened – there was a big tray with food. There were even fruits and vegetables.

Wait, is that coffee? Is it spiked?

Jimin's growling stomach convinced him otherwise.

But nope. Shower first, stomach. Jimin rubbed his belly.

He climbed down the bed and padded into the bathroom ---- It was lavish. Mirrors, bathtub, shower enclosure, basins. Soon Jimin noticed what he was wearing. A long sleeved, white shirt which clearly belonged to someone taller and wider in the shoulders than him: it came down almost to knees.

Is this Taehyung's?

A faint, now familiar, earthy scent confirmed it.

A shiver ran up his spine at the thought. Normally he wouldn't have cared—he would've just been happy to get out of his dirty clothes—but after last night's surreal experience, wearing the man's clothes made him distinctly unsettled. Not to mention that he was naked under the shirt.

There was another door leading from the bathroom. Jimin stepped to it and listened. Nothing.

He pushed the door, but it didn't budge. Locked.

Of course it is locked. You are getting too ahead of yourself, Jimin. Just because he is feeding you and helped you pee, he will not let you wander around as pleased. He kidnapped you.

Sighing, Jimin started undressing. He needed a shower. He needed to relax and stop thinking about last night.

But as he stood under the stream of warm water, his thoughts kept returning to it. Something about it bothered him a great deal. Jimin's memory of last night was pretty disjointed for obvious reasons, but the feeling of utter vulnerability, of being powerless, was clear and sharp even now, And it made him uncomfortable as fuck—because for a few minutes, it had felt good. It had felt good to cry in Taehyung's arms and seek comfort from him, which was just...just fucked up. He didn't trust the guy one bit. How could it feel good? Jimin was shook to the core.

I'm probably finally losing my sanity.

Chuckling a little hysterically, Jimin turned the shower off. Uneasy to remain naked longer than necessary, he briskly dried himself and slipped back into Taehyung's shirt, for the lack of any other options. His clothes were nowhere to be seen.

He stared in the mirror again, doubts clouding his mind. Whatever happened last night—or rather, this morning—couldn't be allowed to happen again. He was ready to play the role of a vulnerable good boy to lull his captor into a false sense of security, but play was the key word.

Only an utter fool would make himself truly powerless and vulnerable with a man like Kim Taehyung.