Bound by Colors

Chapter 8

Jimin awoke abruptly to the sound of persistent knocking. Blinking against the morning light filtering through his window.

"Mr. Park," a voice called from outside.

"Come in," he responded.

Miss Park entered, smiling gently. "Good morning, Mr. Park."

He looked at the old lady, her demeanor so kind and gentle. "Good morning, Aunt."

She smiled warmly. "Mr. Kim is waiting for you at breakfast."

Jimin's mood immediately darkened. He didn't want to see Taehyung, especially after the events of the previous night. The bracelet on his wrist was a constant reminder of Taehyung's obsession.

"I'll be downstairs after freshening up," he said, getting out of bed.

Miss Park bowed and left the room. After freshening up, Jimin made his way downstairs. He walked into the dining room and sat down silently. Miss Park served him breakfast, the smell of fresh pancakes filling the air. Taehyung reached out and held his hand. Jimin sighed, wanting to avoid another confrontation. He picked up the glass of juice and started sipping it.

Taehyung smiled, watching at him. "Jimin," he called.

Jimin looked up. "Be ready this evening. I have to take you somewhere," Taehyung said.

Jimin was confused. "Where?" he asked.

"It's a surprise," Taehyung replied.

Jimin looked away. Taehyung got up and bent down, his lips close to Jimin's ear. "Wear something the color of your lips," he whispered.

Jimin started coughing, his heart racing. Taehyung straightened, smirking as he looked deeply into Jimin's eyes. "Your lips are beautiful," he said, tracing Jimin's bottom lip with his finger.

Jimin flinched at the touch. Taehyung's lips were an inch away from his. "Remember, if you don't wear it, we won't go anywhere," he said, his lips brushing slightly against Jimin's.

The maid nearby watched with wide eyes. Taehyung's secretary coughed. "Mr. Kim, we're getting late."

Jimin's face turned red with embarrassment. Taehyung smiled, stood up, and kissed Jimin's wrist near the bracelet. "See you in the evening," he said, then left.

Jimin finally released the breath he had been holding. The maids were staring at him. He got up.

"Your breakfast," Miss Park said.

"I'm full," he replied and walked back to his room.

Once inside, Jimin sat on the bed. "I hate you, Kim Taehyung," he murmured, touching his face, which felt hot. His heart was still racing. "Crazy jerk," he whispered.

Maybe this outing was his chance to gain some freedom. He would follow Taehyung's orders for now, but he had to get out of here. Jimin went to the dressing room and chose a beautiful pink outfit, determined not to make any mistakes.

After changing, he lay on the bed, planning his escape. Thoughts of Jungkook crossed his mind. What would Jungkook think of him? Jimin grabbed his phone from the bedside table and turned it on. Notifications buzzed—messages and missed calls from Jungkook.

He sighed and opened the messages.

"Hey Chimmy, why aren't you picking up my calls? Pick up, I am worried. Hey, is everything alright? Reply, you're making me worried. Granny is asking about you."

Jimin replied: "Hyung, I'm alright. I was a little busy, that's why I didn't check the phone."

Clenching his phone, Jimin thought, "Today I'll surely flee." His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten properly since the night before. He headed downstairs to the kitchen where the maids were gossiping.