Fighting [TaeJin]

Unfamiliar

- Jin's POV -

I wake from yet another nightmare that had brought me back to my life in that dark house with my Uncle. Sitting up and gasping for air, I come to the realization that it was only a dream.

I am somewhere else, is all I think when I see the unfamiliar room I am in. Where the hell am I?

I assess the room, trying to figure out what happened. Last thing in remember is the three men in the dark alley.

The room is a off white color and has a neatly organized desk in the corner, along with a chair. I look over to see light coming through a large window to the right of me. There is also a small book shelf next to the royal blue bed I'm in.

I am surprised at how nice and clean the room was. There was nothing personalized in the room, the closest thing to something made personal was the stuffed lion sitting the chair near the bed. How the hell did I get here?

I slowly brought myself to sit upright in the bed... I am not wearing a shirt. What is this?!

I look down and see that my cuts where dressed. Even my older, larger, cuts from my Uncle where stitched.

I slowly pull the royal blue sheets away from the rest of my body. Thankfully I have some boxers and shorts on. At least, as far as I know, I wasn't abducted by a pervert...

I turn my body and put my feet on the prestene, cream colored carpet, sighing before I stand up. I walk over the window, finding it to be no help, there is no where familiar that i can see. It also seems to be locked, or stuck, so there's no way I can get out that way. Who ever this is, I hope they arent too bad... now to find out where the hell I am and what happened.

I walk over the the door of the room and put my hand on the door knob, taking a second before turning it and pushing the door open.

It seems to be a small apartment, one room with a comfy living quarters. Who ever owns this place likes it neat and organized, because it is as clean as the room I had just emerged from.

I take a few steps and look to the kitchen finding a young man with flawless brown hair, cooking in the kitchen. He had his back towards me so I assume he hadn't heard me, I was careful to not make noise.

I slowly creep up behind him, then quickly put one hand over his mouth and the other around his torso, pulling him away from the kitchen. I don't know who is so it was better to be careful, I'm not willing to take my chances.

I was surprised, he didn't even struggle. He seemed a little surprised at first but he instantly relaxed and didn't make a move, I assume once he realized it was his newly found 'prisoner'.

"Who are you and where am I?" I asked, slowly releasing my hold on his mouth to let him speak, and feel his hot breath as he cautiously replies.

"Please calm down, my name is Taehyung, you are at my apartment." He put his hands up and slowly turned to face me as he walked out of my loosening grip.

I was genuinely surprised. He was quite handsome. He slowly reached out a hand towards me, as if he were to touch my shoulder.

I quickly move backwards, I still don't know him, or what he might do. He looked me in the eyes and his dark eyes soften, he continue to hold his hand out.

"I won't do anything to you, please just sit down you are injured and need to rest."

I don't know if I buy this... I don't move. "What do you want from me?" I say softly, not daring to break eye contact.

"I can honestly reassure you that I don't want anything from you, other than for you to get healed up. Please just sit down, you aren't fully recovered yet." He pleas, dropping his hand and moving slightly forward to the white couch and chair next to it.

I cautiously move towards the chair and take a seat after seeing him take one on the couch. I let my eyes linger on the floor, not wanting to look at this seemingly kind stranger.

"You where in a pretty tough situation when I came across you, your pretty lucky those guys could get easily scared off, they were pretty drunk. What's your name?" He asked me.

Silence, pure and utter silence.
He sighs and starts to stand up. "You don't ha-"

"Seokjin." I cut him off , speaking my name softly and bring my gaze up to meet his eyes.

He looks into my eyes and smiles softly. "Well, Seokjin, welcome. You should get some rest, like I said you aren't fully recovered. But please eat first."

He turns to go to the kitchen but then seems to remember something, quickly turning back towards me on his heels. I watch as he walks past me and into the room I was in earlier, coming out with something in his hand.

He walks back past me and drops it in my lap saying,"put this on, we don't need you getting a cold on top of all of this." I look down at myself, remembering that I am still shirtless, as what he was referring to. Lifting up the soft, black hoodie, I slip it over my head.

I watch as he walks back to the kitchen and comes put with a bowl of soup, holding it out to me. I stare at it for a second and then slowly bring my hands up and take it from him.

"Thank you." I say in a quiet voice without looking at him. He returns to the kitchen and brings back a bowl for himself. He sits on the couch and we return to silence as we both eat.

I can feel his occasional glances towards me as we eat, probably thinking about what he might say. Or maybe judging me, like everyone else...

We finish and he stands up, holding his hand out towards me to take my bowl. I hand it to him, softly thanking him again. He goes to the kitchen and starts to wash the dishes without a word.

I slowly get up and walk towards him, after taking a few seconds to watch his figure from afar. Why is he taking care of me?

I stop a few feet behind him. "Do you need any help?" I ask him. He has helped me and I have no idea why so the least I can do is help him wash his dishes.

He turns, seeming a little bit surprised but then smiles at me. "No actually I just finished, but thank you for offering." He replies with a large, square-like smile.

I look at him blankly. What is the meaning of all of this? How, out of everything that happened to me, that I end up here, being cared for by such a kind person? "Why are you helping me?"

He looks at me a little drawn back by the sudden question. "Because you seemed like you could use some kindness."

That struck me hard. He is acting out of pure kindnesses?

"You need to rest, please go rest." He says, putting a grentle hand on my shoulder and lightly walks me back to the room.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I ask him as I sit on the blue sheets of the bed, not fighting or caring to disagree with his gentle lead in my actions, leading me to the room.

"Shh, don't worry about it and go to sleep." He says with a smile and closes the door to the room, leaving me alone, sitting on the bed and watching the door.

It seems I have no other choice than to do what he said and I lay back in the bed, pulling the sheets over me.

I will figure out the rest of whatever is going on here later, when I have more energy...

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