lucky one | jongdae

07

He woke up to the sound of the door knob twisting. His eyes fluttered open, his heart rate increasing for no apparent reason.

His fearful gaze softened once she poked her head through the door, sneaking inside.

For some odd reason, he felt shockingly safe whenever he felt her presence, despite the number of times that she had witnessed or injected him with that mysterious substance herself.

An apologetic look was plastered on her face as she made her way towards his bed, her hands locked over her belly button.

She looked at him for a good few seconds before reaching into the pocket of her coat for something. Her fingers curled once she felt the object and she gently and silently pulled it out.

His eyes slightly lit up once they set on the polished rose apple in her hand. Saliva was secreted in his mouth, and he gulped as he held his gaze on the source of energy.

His eyelids slowly lowered as he thought about how he would eat that apple. He couldn't. As long as he was securely tied up, he had zero ability to move his torso, let alone his hands.

Her eyes softened, her soft smile slightly widening. Once again, with her free hand, she reached into her pocket and revealed a sharp butter knife. His eyes slightly widened and his body stiffened, feeling slightly taken back.

A silent chuckle escaped her rose lips as she began slicing through the apple, feeding him a small piece at a time.

Although he felt odd accepting food from her, his hunger was too unbearable for him. He took his time to chew each piece and down it with ease.

All the while, a question circled around his head. Why was she helping him?