His Bodyguard || K.TH.

14. Locked Up

He is a prisoner. And he doesn't understand why he's being punished.

Kim Taehyung crosses his arms and pouts like a petulant child, sitting on the edge of the bed. He would've personally ripped out the IVs in his arms, but he doesn't do needles, so he had wailed painfully until the nurse came and took it out for him.

"Get me out of here!" he screams at the top of his lungs. The white walls and maybe the shadow outside hears his plea. "I'm more traumatized from being in here!"

He's been under intensive questioning, assessed both physically and mentally, forced to speak to three different therapists.

Taehyung's not as scarred as they think he is. He doesn't need any recovery when there was nothing to recover from. He was perfectly fine, especially considering when deep down he knew you'd come for him. There was nothing to be afraid of.

You always end up showing up again. He just has to wait.

A few minutes... or a few hours... or a few years. You always come back.

But at the moment he's too impatient. Enough is enough. Taehyung jumps to his feet and marches to the door, sliding it open.

Park Jimin blocks his way.

"Taehyung," he whines his name, reluctant and timid with every movement. "You're not allowed to leave."

"Just let me go!" he demands in exasperation.

The dark-haired bodyguard is at a loss, trying to get the other to sympathize with his situation. "I-I'll get in trouble."

"No one has to know."

The two of them are whispering as if someone can hear, lingering in between the room and the corridor. The gates to freedom are so close, yet too far.

"But they'll find out. I'm sorry, Taehyung. I was given specific duties. You know that. I'm not allowed. I can't go against them."

There's a held silence.

Taehyung isn't amused whatsoever and he narrows his eyes, words full of spite. "You know, you're unbearable sometimes."

"Yeah." Jimin's head slumps like he knows, lips pulling to the floor. "I'm sorry."

"What are you doing?" You're standing at the end of the white hallway lit by fluorescent lights. Both Jimin and Taehyung whip their heads over, the former taking a sigh of relief at the sight of you and the latter with a grin expanding into his cheeks.

"Fuck! About time, dumbo! Where were you?! I've been trapped for five hours!"

You approach with crossed arms, peeking inside the room momentarily.

Of course he has his own private hospital room on the highest floor of the entire building. But you notice that the bed sheets are crumpled, chair pushed over haphazardly, tissue box on the floor- evidence that he threw one hell of a tantrum. You give him an incredulous look.

He smiles, suddenly on his best behavior. "Are you gonna come in?"

Jimin looks at you like you're his savior.

The door shuts, finally just you and him.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes sweep up and down his figure. He'd make a joke about your staring, but he's too irritated by the question.

"Yes, I'm fine," he groans. "People keep asking me that. I'm not traumatized, okay? I don't need any sort of recovery. I wasn't injured. I'm not shocked or anything. I'm breathing, normal, alive."

"You were kidnapped, Taehyung."

"For like... two hours," he points outs. "And they didn't even do anything to me. I was going to talk my way out of it anyways. You don't have to be so worried. I'm more worried about you." He tugs on the hem of your jacket, pulling you gently until you give in, falling into the spot by his side. The mattress dips under your weight. "Doesn't your wrist hurt?"