Smoke Me.

Chapter 59: Escape (Special)

AN: This chapter is from Jungkook's perspective.

A new chapter? So soon? Yes. Because of your guy's support. I know it might seem like we took one step forwards and two steps backward, but this is, how I thought, realistically, they'd end up after all they went through. That being said, we're not near the end, I think...but not too far either? Either way, I love writing for my Smokers. (Yes, I am emotional today, ahem).

Enjoy:

I was past my breaking point.

Although I've been standing still for two hours now. Butt on the floor and hands tied to the radiator. My heartbeat has been running the miles that my legs didn't.

'He'll come back. I just have to wait...just wait...'

One hour ago, I annoyed Namjoon without thinking.

Not only that, but it ended up with me getting tied up, naked in our borrowed room.

There was no sexual intent behind it.

Yet, it was both a punishment and a way to keep me completely still while he'll be putting himself in danger.

Alone.

Although I've been losing his trust lately, today, I doubted I'd forgive myself either.

And I had a hard time convincing myself he should trust me at this point.

One hour ago, when I said I will let him go on his own.

One hour ago, when I said that I was only going to go to the store and that he can go do what needed to be done.

All the while knowing wholeheartedly that I'll take another route to the house of the heroin addict while I was lying to Namjoon through gritted teeth.

I didn't follow him per se. But he followed me.

As if he knew.

He already knew I lied.

'He'll return. Won't he?' I thought.

Because when he brought me back to Roxy, stripped me naked, and tied me to the radiator, I couldn't say, word.

But when Roxy opened the door and saw me after she came home, I thought I should be saying something.

My brain was fried though.

So, all that came out when she asked: "Who did this? Where's Namjoon? And why are you naked?"

Was: "Leave."

She was taken aback. But she came inside and squatted in front of me. Took in all the bruises I couldn't hide and reached for the handcuffs.

I didn't dare to look at her when she touched them.

She then rose to her feet and walked out.

Leaving the door open.

I thought that was it.

Until she returned with two shims in her hand.

I understood what she was doing when she inserted one of them into the keyhole of the handcuffs.

"Don't." I told her quietly.

"You're in my house."
"I know, but...Namjoon will think I did it."
Her hand stopped moving as her mouth hang aghast.

"So, he's the one who did this."
"..."
"Why?"
"It's my fault."
She resumed picking at the lock.

I went on: "I don't think I can go to him now anyway. There's no point getting them off now..."
"So, you're just going to lay here until he returns? Like this?"
"Yes."
That's when something inside the handcuffs clicked and she helped pull my hands out while keeping the handcuffs widened.