You were alone. You were alone and you couldn't move and you were hot and thirsty and you had been on the brink of orgasm for thirty minutes before he left. You squirmed in the restraints, rope digging into your sensitive skin and chafing at your wrists. He'd be back in a minute though.
You just sighed, trying to ignore the way your body was spread and vulnerable. You hated feeling pulled out of a scene and Hoseok had been excited to do this but you were sort of ready for this part to be over now so you could move onto the aftercare.
You hoped he would rub all the soreness away - maybe you'd even be able to convince him to give you a back massage. After that workout this morning and all this your muscles were screaming. You tried to make yourself relax and just wait for Hoseok to come back.
The minutes ticked by and you tugged at the ropes again, beginning to wish you had told him to take you out of them. You felt like you had been alone for a long time. Living with seven other people was both very good for someone like you who didn't like to be alone and also very enabling in that you were not learning to be better at being alone.
Between your discomfort, your inability to move, and the harsh feeling of the empty room, you began to feel a sinking in your mind as the loneliness creeped in. You couldn't look around from this angle, you were just facing a wall. The room was silent except for the fan turning slowly above you and there weren't any loud noises going on throughout the house to remind you that others were home. The door was latched and everything was shut off, closed, empty. You whimpered.
"Hobi?" You called softly, tugging on the ropes with your arms.
You swallowed.
"I want out," you said, knowing there was no one there to hear you.
"I want out," you said again, sniffling.
You spiraled so fast. You knew it probably hadn't been very long but it felt like forever and the room was so empty, every little breath of yours echoed in your ears and there was no one there and you couldn't move and every thought in your head was so loud and what if he never came back ever and you were just alone with yourself, vulnerable on the bed and what if he forgot about you, what if-?
You pulled hard on the ropes, feeling them cutting into your skin, burning where the slid and your face was wet and you realized you were crying and everything hurt and you didn't want to do this anymore you didn't want to be stuck here by yourself all alone where was Hobi?? You sobbed and let your face relax into the bed, one thought in your head.
You just wanted to stop, wanted to be held and comforted. You were red, you had never said red before but right now you felt red, if that would make this stop that was how you felt, red - RED. Your throat hurt and you realized you had screamed the word as you thought it. The door flew open and you sobbed, your eyes flew open and you looked around.
"Oh no oh - Gray no-" someone was there and then he was gone and you said it again, softly this time.
You were alone again where did he go?
"Red," you whimpered, tugging at the rope.
"Shit," you heard someone say.
"Gray."
And this time it was Hobi.
He was back, he was here and you needed him to let you out and hold you, wanted to stop.
"Red," you said again, your vision swimming with tears as you looked up into his devastated face.
"Red."
He cursed again and immediately began untying the ropes with fumbling fingers. You felt like maybe someone else was helping too but you couldn't focus on anything but the relieving sensation of one limb being freed at a time.
