Play with me (Jikook/Kookmin)

16

Jimin Pov

When I opened my eyes and hung tied up from the ceiling, I couldn't believe my luck. There he was, the man I had wanted to meet for three years, before I could even look for him, he had kidnapped me. He looked handsome, younger than me... but somehow beautiful. And the tattoos peeking out from under his shirt were more than hot. I wonder what he had planned for me? Did he want to play with me, oh God I hoped so much. I'd never met anyone who liked to play as much as I did... otherwise I had to force or persuade everyone... not even Hobi could do it the way I wanted him to, because he was always afraid he would hurt me too much... but him here... he even killed people while playing, so surely he wouldn't be so hesitant with me. Was I worried he'd kill me too? Not a bit, before he even had the chance he'd be dead himself, bound hands couldn't stop me, he had no idea who he'd caught here and as far as killing went I was worlds ahead of him. The only problem was that he assumed I was a woman.

The look on his face when he woke up, when he looked at me and I giggled because he looked so cute, with those big doll eyes, those beautifully curved lips... No wonder the victims came so easily to him, you couldn't see the devil in him at all until the moment he pulled out his knife and grinned slyly. Damn, that was hot. As I licked my lips, I tasted the blood I had used to dye them red and immediately imagined what he could do with that knife.

"What are you going to do to me now, you big, strong killer?" I asked provocatively and saw uncertainty flicker briefly in his eyes. He hadn't expected that and one thing was immediately clear to me... He was very different to me. In one way we were the same and yet there were so many differences. That was interesting... very interesting. Let's see how I could get him to do what I wanted. I was an expert at manipulating people without them realizing what was happening to them... by the time they did, it was too late. But I wouldn't kill him... Not yet. There was still so much to discover and I was gripped by a joy I had never known before.

"Are you sure you really want to know? I'm sure you won't like what I could do to you..." he said confidently again as he gently ran the tip of the knife over my cheek. The cool metal left a tingling mark on my skin and I sighed softly, causing him to look at me again in surprise. He tilted his head thoughtfully and came closer to me with his face.

"I get the feeling you're not taking me very seriously, Noona..." he stated and I had to giggle again because he called me Noona.

"Your way of addressing me is a bit wrong," I said, amused, and he looked at me questioningly.

"You're not younger than me, are you?" he asked and I just laughed. His look darkened and anger came into his eyes. He probably didn't like it when people laughed at him... First trigger found. Harshly, he tried to pull my head back by my hair, but since I was wearing a wig, he just pulled it off my head.

"No, I'm not younger, but you should call me hyung..."