My little one

Chapter 6

No ones pov
Bambam woke up to the sound of hail harshly hitting the window. he looked around slightly confused. The bed felt like laying in clouds and he was surrounded by tall wooden bars. as Bambam tried to sit up he felt his whole body heavy, as if weights were on him. On top of that, a pacifier gag was placed in his mouth. Bambam turned his head quickly towards the sound of a door opening, the light making him squint. soon a tall male dressed as a butler was in front of him.
earlier that day
Jackson's pov
I groaned as I heard my phone going off, it was 4 am what could one of those dickheads want at this time.
"Hello?"
"Sir sorry to disturb you at this time but umm... We have a problem."
"What is it?"
"Thé Agosti brothers are back in town..."
I shot out of bed running towards my closet, grabbing my coat. Before I could make it out the door I heard a whine. Slowly turning around I saw my sleeping angel still in bed. I quickly picked up Bambam and brought him to his nursery. Fucking hell, I didn't want to wake him up but I didn't want him to think I just left him.
No ones pov
"Boss you still there? And with that Jackson was out of the house in seconds running to his car."
time skip
no one pov
the man known as Minho is Jacksons' family butler, he was the one who raised Jackson while his parents were out getting high and partying. Minho was called in by Jackson to take care of bamboo for a day, funny thing is Minho used to have a little.

Minho slowly walked into the room realizing Bambams eyes were trained on his every movement. once he reached the crib Minho smiled brightly as he began to talk.
"hello Bambam, my name is Minho, and ill be watching you for the day."
"wheres Jackson?"
"your daddy had a very important emergency to attend to."
Bambam was somewhat relieved Jackson didn't leave him yet mad at himself for even caring.
Bamabam didn't even realize he had gotten picked up and brought to his highchair in the kitchen. he looked towards Minho watching him at work making some sort of mystery.
Bamabams pov
I watched as Minho placed a bowl with a weird yellow mash inside along with a kid's spoon. I looked at it with disgust did this idiot really expect me to eat this shit.
"do you really expect me to eat this shit? "I mumbled
shit I thought as I saw Minho's face drop to a glare.
"I forgot a little baby like you still need bottles."
I groaned even more annoyed, I watched as Minho started to make a bottle.
I felt sick just looking at him bringing it over to me. he picked me up and headed to the living room sitting me in his lap and at an angle. my head was forced back onto his chest. I didn't like his scent it wasn't Jacksons'. it didn't feel the same. Minho had a very different scent compared to Jackson. I tried to fight him but my whole body was still stiff and nothing moved the way I wanted it to. I felt like crying I just wanted my daddy back... I froze realizing what I had just thought.
no, no stupid idiot your falling for his mind games stupid.
no ones pov
the day went by fast surprisingly after the morning incident Bambam didn't act up again.
welp Minho said looking at his watch
"it's time for me to leave Bambam, don't even bother trying to escape there are cameras everywhere all the doors have alarms, and there are motion sensors outside"
Bambams face dropped welp there goes that plan he thought. Minho got up smiling at Bambam one last time before heading towards the front of the house.
"don't worry Bambam your daddy will be back soon, just hang in there."
Bambams pov
It's been roughly eight hours and that bitch still isn't back, I've just been watching tv and playing games on a computer I found. I'm starting to get sleepy it's like two am. what could be more important than me? I couldn't help but start laughing hysterically the real question is what's not more important than me. the answer was nothing... after a bit, I could feel my eyelids growing in weight, it felt like they were hundreds of pounds. my eyes were fluttering shut over.... and...
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no ones pov
Bambam woke up groaning, he was still sitting up and on the couch. slowly he looked around deep down he was hoping to see Jackson. with no luck Bambam struggled to get up, his legs felt like jello. he waddled to the kitchen looking for something to eat, eventually, he settled on lucky charms cereal.
Bambams pov
after I was done eating I felt bored, I had zero way to contact Jackson... or anyone else. what better thing to do than explore, I had hardly even seen 1/4 of Jacksons' house. most of the rooms looked like guest rooms, I would occasionally find something cool like a game room and library. each room seemed to get bigger and bigger. I froze as I was meant by a staircase heading down... I didn't even know there was a basement. the light hardly helped, I could barely see my hands in front of my face as I walked down the oddly large stairs. I tripped a little over a large bag as I made it to another door. this one was big and had lots of locks on it. surprisingly the keys were on hooks right next to the door. I took my time trying to find the right keys who knows how long it was. finally, the door clicked open letting me into a dark room full of random rocks and more bags. the smell reminded me of my dad, a yucky smell that burnt the nostrils but over time you overcome it. I walked around for a bit until I froze there were old blood pools ahead of me. I quickly turned around and started heading towards the door... it was closed. I started panicking, it wasn't budging it wasn't fucking opening.
somebody help
Jackson
Dada ...please
sniff
no ones pov
the dim lighting was beginning to hurt Bambams eyes, it was starting to get cold. Bambam was sitting near the door just shaking. his eyes blurring from all the waterworks.
Jacksons pov
I felt so stupid, I was currently on a plane back to Seoul from Australia the emergency had to lead me all over. I couldn't stop worrying about my baby. he's alright right? .... he's ok I kept telling myself. he's probably just trying to find a way to escape. I sighed looking at my phone, I still had a long flight.
time skip 14 hours
bam bams pov
I woke up to a loud sound, the light was being let into the room by the window. I looked around until my eyes stopped on a door... It was open. I quickly got up causing me to wobble a bit. The door finally opened and now I was free. there was only one thing I was thinking about while stuck in that room... The nice sight of blood and the small stings with each cut. It took a while to find Jackson's room but I finally did it. In his bathroom there was a razor just laying out, razors weren't my favorite but it will do. I got lost in my thoughts as I was watching the blood from each cut trickle down into the sink. each cut got deeper and deeper. each one having a better stunning sensation.
No one's pov
"BAMBAM"
Bambam slowly turned around to be met with the gaze of......