Y/N's POV
We reached the airport without any problems. The driver opened the door for Jimin while I was stuffing my things into my bag—they must have spilled out to the seat during our drive. Jimin rounded the car and opened the door on my side, offering me a hand. He was being very gallant, and in that linen suit of his he looked simply overpowering.
As both my feet touched the ground, he discreetly grabbed my ass, pushing me gently toward the entrance. I sent him a shocked glance—that was behavior worthy of an adolescent boy. But he only smirked, sliding his hand up to my back and leading me to the terminal.
I'd never had all the check-in formalities done so fast. All we had to do was pass through the building. When we emerged on the other side, another car picked us up and drove us to a small plane. I got nauseous as soon as I saw it. It looked too small—like a tube with some wings attached. I hated flying charter planes, and those looked like Goliath to this David.
"Go up the stairs," I heard from behind me.
"I can't do it, Jimin! I can't!" I pleaded. "You didn't tell me we were going to fly a toy plane. I'm not going inside." I panted, panicked, trying to back away from the aircraft.
"Please, don't make a scene, Y/N. I'll have to carry you in by force," he hissed, but I simply couldn't take another step.
Without another word, Jimin took me in his arms, and not reacting to my panicked screams and flailing arms, he carried me up the stairs and squeezed through the small entrance. He greeted the pilot and the hatch closed with a hiss.
I was terrified. My heart was pounding. I couldn't hear my own thoughts. In the end, my desperate flailing got me what I wanted, and Jimin put me down.
As soon as my feet touched the floor, and he took a step back, I slapped his face.
"What the fuck were you thinking? Let me out! I want out!" I was yelling, still frightened to death, before throwing myself at the door.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and flung me back to a leather couch that filled nearly the entire side of the plane. Then he pinned me down with his body. I couldn't move.
"Goddamn it, Jimin!" I kept wailing and swearing.
Intending to gag me, he pressed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was in no mood for play, though, and as soon as he did it, I bit. Hard. The Man in Black leaped back, raising his arm, as if he were going to hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the inevitable. The strike did not come. When I opened my eyes again, he was undoing his belt. Oh my God, what's he going to do? I thought. I started to crawl back along the couch, kicking with my feet to give me purchase on the floor. He continued, pulling the leather belt out of the loops in his pants with one fluid motion. Then, he took off his jacket, hanging it on the backrest of one of the seats next to him. He was furious. His eyes flared with anger and his jaw was working rhythmically.
"Jimin, please, don't..." I stammered.
"Get up," he ordered coolly. When I didn't react, he burst out, "Get your ass up!"
Terrified, I jumped to my feet.
He stepped toward me, pinched my chin between his fingers, and lifted it so I had to look him in the eyes.
"You'll choose your punishment now, Y/N. I warned you not to resist. Now give me your hands." Still staring into his eyes, I did as he asked. He grabbed both my wrists and deftly tied them with the leather belt. Then he sat me down and fastened our safety belts. A while later, I realized the plane was already taxiing.
