𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 || PJM

2. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

?? POV

It was the screeching of tires I heard the firsts second I woke up, which meant whatever vehicle I was in had just came to a stop. Honestly, I would admit it was a petty move from his side to knock me out too, but who was I to complain when I was the one letting it happen?

I struggled to lift myself up from the position I was left in, laying down on the backseat of what seemed like a multi-seater SUV. My hands were tied behind my form as expected, ropes knotted so tight they could stop my blood circulation. I stopped struggling after a couple seconds, not in mood to waste energy. 

The seat in front of me was lowered after a long minute, and his head peeked behind, while I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding in. His lips cornered up in a smirk when he realized I was awake, and he kept looking at me for a short while before finally helping me get up from my position. 

"Get out of the car." his voice followed yet again, barking orders at me. I was very much self aware of my state too, so instinctively enough I didn't want to mention anything twice, and thus I followed him. 

I got out of the SUV, scanning my surroundings while squinting my eyes. We were standing in front of one of his bases. I knew that at least. But if I were to be honest yet again, it was a bit pretentious because everything around me was screaming 'bloody fucking rich' in an obnoxious way. 

I yet again refrained from speaking anything because I felt his intense gaze on me already, checking me for any kind of reaction I could possibly give him. My gaze travelled from the mansion to meet his too, and I could visibly feel the tension in his body by the way he was restraining himself from doing something stupid. Well, glad to know I had that effect on him.

With whatever amount of rest I had just gotten while I was knocked out, I was not feeling too stupid right now. And by that I meant, no more stupid decisions anymore. His eyes roamed around my form once more while he walked from his position to getting much closer to me, reaching a proximity I found very questionable coming from him. 

He stood behind me, his hot breath caressing my neck as my hair stood up on end at it's unwanted presence. I was waiting for his next move intently, but instead of everything I had pre-thought, what he did was unexpected. 

I felt his hands, tightly snaking my tied ones in a vice like grip as he pulled me upwards to his height. I was standing on my tiptoes, breathing heavily at the unexpected turn of events. The position was intimate for me. Very intimate considering it was out of consent, but I made sure to keep my instincts in check. 

"You're a wise one aren't you?'' his voice ringed in my ears, as he pulled me more closer to him, his grip on my wrists rough along with the friction of the ropes that were binding my hands together. It was a husky remark. I didn't give him any reaction, busy making sure my breaths were counted and not feral.

He was crossing a lot of boundaries I usually didn't let anyone even touch. But as much sure as I was of my skills, I knew I was weak as of now, and standing in front of his base, the odds were considerably opposing me. 

His other hand hovered above the exposed skin of my neck, his index finger slowly grazing through my skin, making goosebumps arise at its intensity. 

His face yet again moved closer to my ear, agonizingly slow as he kept caressing my neck, roughening up his grip on me time to time. I could feel the tip of his fingers dig up the flesh sitting on my bones. 

"I might have no idea what you were doing, trespassing my territory like that, but I do plan to find out princess.'' his voice although barely a husked whisper, rang loud in my ears. And honestly? I was not scared. I was more amused. No matter what strings he was planning to pull, it was impossible to prep out my identity which was one thing I was sure of. 

After what felt like hours, he loosened his grip on me and I was finally able to stand properly on my feet. Of course I was perfectly able to free myself from his grip, in fact it was a children's game for me, but even the dumbest people know how stupid it would be to challenge a lion in his own lair, and fair or not, I was definitely the one who had got myself stuck in his lair. 

"Sleep for now. The guards will take you to the room. And don't really think of making a mistake like escaping. The mansion is full of guards on each end, guards who do not hesitate twice before they shoot.'' He spoke out loud. And this time, I did give him the satisfaction of control by nodding slightly. I knew he was noticing every little detail about me. May it be my firm composure, which will be a hard find if I was a normal person, or may it be my controlled silence that was enough to make him go feral. 

But no matter how big of an idiot I was, I was definitely not about to jump on the leader of Bangtan, the biggest mafia on the vast terrain of Asia. 

______________________________

Double updates on the delirious occasion of getting a hundred followers on Instagram! Thank you so much y'all, for all the love you have given me. 

I love y'all<3