Bound to You

Chapter 10

It's the fifth day Taehyung didn't visit him. Jimin stared moodily at the locked door of Taehyung's bedroom. He couldn't hear anything from the other side. He got out of his bed, padded towards the door, lifted his hand and banged on it, as hard as he could, ignoring the voice in his mind that kept telling him that he is crazy. Jimin didn't care. He was short-tempered from barely sleeping for the fourth night in a row. It was all Taehyung's fault.

The door opened and Jimin found himself on the receiving end of a cold stare. Taehyung leaned a wide shoulder against the frame of the doorway, scrutinizing him from head to toe. He was in only a pair of black boxers, his dark hair tousled.

Hot. Jimin's brain kindly provided.

He shifted from one foot to the other, trying to look anywhere but at Taehyung's bare chest. He failed.

"Is there a reason you're banging on my door at six in the morning?"

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm hungry."

"You're hungry," Taehyung repeated, somehow managing to convey how utterly unimportant the fact was to him.

"Yes," Jimin said. "I haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon." He lied. He couldn't resist a glance over Taehyung's shoulder at the large bed dominating the room. It was empty, the sheets crumpled. "So your whore is gone," he said before he could stop himself.

He immediately regretted it as Taehyung's gaze sharpened, something like amusement appearing on his face. "Were you listening at the door, kitten?"

Jimin glared at him. "I couldn't sleep all night because of her moans. For the fourth night in a row. And did you really have to fuck her at three in the morning in our—in the bathroom we share?" Unable to look Taehyung in the eye any longer, he shifted his gaze, "I'm hungry, and I need something else to wear. The shirt you gave me feels gross already. And when do you plan on giving me at least some underwear?"

"It's endearing how you think you can disturb my sleep without a good enough reason," Taehyung said, voice stern.

Jimin froze.

Taehyung reached out, took the collar of Jimin's shirt, and tugged him closer. Jimin's heart thudded in his throat, his mouth dry.

"Or did you just want my attention, love?"

Flushing, Jimin shook his head violently. Of course he didn't want Taehyung's attention. He'd had plenty of it five days ago. It was kind of maddening, although Jimin couldn't really complain that he was being mistreated. He had a soft bed, he was fed well enough, and the guards' beatings were a distant memory now. Taehyung didn't even touch him anymore, heck he didn't even come to his room in the last few days. Frankly, Jimin had little to complain about. As far as kidnappings went, this hadn't been that unpleasant of an experience—if only he hadn't been forced to listen to women orgasm every night.

Taehyung chuckled, his hand moving from Jimin's shirt to his throat. His thumb pressed against Jimin's madly beating pulse. "Little liar," he said. "Did you come here because you were jealous of the nice lady who gave me company last night?"

Jimin spluttered. "Jealous? I don't like you. You're a horrible, evil person."

"With cruel eyes," Taehyung added, amusement lacing his words. "Don't forget the cruel eyes."

"Don't make fun of me," Jimin said, pouting. It took him a moment to register that he was actually pouting. When exactly had he started letting his guard down around Taehyung? He blinked. What the hell.

Feeling a little weirded out by his own behaviour, Jimin cleared his throat. "Fine, sorry for bothering you. Let go."

Taehyung's hand remained wrapped around his neck. He gave Jimin a long, assessing look.

Looking him in the eye, Taehyung said quietly.

"Get on your knees."

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath.

"No," he managed.

"Get on your knees, kitten" Taehyung repeated. "We both know this is what you came here for."

Swiping his tongue over his lips, Jimin glanced down at the bulge straining the fabric of Taehyung's black boxers. "No," he whispered, less sure than before.