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39. Name on his skin

Jimin

My sleep was hindered by the sound of something familiar. I emphasized with my closed eyes for a few seconds and realized that my phone was ringing. By now, I hardly remembered if I ever owned it. Ever since I came back home, the time and things changed quickly.

My eyes opened and I saw Kyla's name on the screen. My surrounding was picturesque, but I couldn't enjoy it. At least not yet. "Hello," I answered, seeing that my body was naked under the covers save for the arm braces. 

"Mr. Park," she sounded like I was her lost baby. "I am so glad you are back and okay. If I were there, I'd have hugged you."

"Do you know... About..."

"Yeah," she soughed. "I've been texting Jungkook."

"Jungkook talked to you?!" I was flabbergasted, staring at my arms.

Everything dawned on me. The private plane, Jungkook drugging me, manor, sunshine, and then confusion and anger poured down on me. Why wasn't I safe there? I didn't know where was I? Remembering what Jungkook did to me, the smile I didn't know was on my lips while talking to Kyla died. 

"Not at first... I came by the manor but you weren't there. He didn't want to tell me, but I was persistent and  threatened him that I'll go to the police." She laughed a little. 

I looked around the room, he wasn't there. I could smell fresh food. It was hard to imagine Jungkook being afraid of the police. I laughed politely. "Thanks for worrying about me. I am okay. I'll be home soon."

"Don't worry about anything," she assured me. "I was terrified when I heard... Gosh- I mean you enjoy your time off as long as you want. I am just happy you are back."

Time off? Did Jungkook tell her that we were taking some time off? When I was done with this conversation, it was time for another one. "Thanks, Kyla."

At the drop of a hat, carrying a green and white pajama set that was soothing to the eyes — I could only imagine what would it feel like against my skin — Jungkook barged into the room with a little smile on his face.

He had nothing on but his denim loose pants loosely hanging from his V-line. I averted my gaze to look at his face. "Morning, beautiful," He extended the clothes towards me and I snatched them, putting them on one by one under the covers. He wasn't even considerate to turn around and let me cover my body. "Breakfast's ready."

"Where are we?" I asked, intentionally looking around to avoid his gaze.

"Private village." He breathed, sitting on the farther edge of the bed while his hands scuffed against the rough fabric of his pants.

"Village as in a whole village?" I asked, playing with the pajama buttons and checking how shiny and glossy they were. 

"Look at me." He demanded, not happy with my lack of attention on him. 

I didn't. 

Something seemed different about him. He was now more relaxed and too authoritative in his stance. He slid closer and grabbed my palm. "Look at me, Jimin."

I glared at him. 

My name sounded intimidating from his lips. His tone was different, too. The worst of it all was that it was kind of turning me on. Another part of me wanted to strangle him to death. He was careless before, but there was always a way about him. He looked as though he was always running late for an appointment but he didn't care, but now, he was truly taking each second and living it with no hurry, like a true ruler of the kingdom. 

"No one will ever find us here," he said, promise in his voice. The prospect of being stranded should've spooked me, but his calming fragrance, soothing voice, and his whole face begged me to relax in his hold.