road trip.

[6] "he's into bondage."

taehyung focus
sighing, the man cocks his head at taehyung, scrutinising every feature on taehyung's face with narrowed eyes, as if assessing if he really needed to pee. taehyung squirms under his gaze, growing more and more uncomfortable with the man's dark brown eyes on him.

without saying a word further, the man opens the driver's seat door and gets outs, slamming the door shut and walking round the front of the car to taehyung's side. taehyung follows him with worried eyes, half expecting the man to drag him out of the car and throw him on to the motorway or something.

gulping furiously, taehyung watches the man yank his door open and take him by the upper arm, and dragging him out of the car. taehyung gulps as the man pulls something out of his pocket; it was taehyung's curtain cord from his bedroom.

taking the blue curtain cord, the man binds taehyung's shaky wrists together and somehow produces a piece of duct tape to slap across taehyung's mouth. 

"we're going into the petrol station, you'll pee, ill buy snacks and all that crap and then we'll come back to the car? got it?" taehyung doesn't indicate his agreement.

urgent thoughts flit around his head as the man tugs him in the direction of a dingy building.

taehyung, you have to get away from this guy. fuck, i should've listened to jae when we were doing those self defence lessons, he shakes his head in irritation.

through wet eyes, taehyung studies the worn petrol station they were fast  approaching. red paint peeled off of the walls and the name of the station, which was once painted on proudly, was now scratched and vandalised with obscene graffiti. litter was strewn across the cracked concrete and grime clung to every surface; it covered the actual gas machines, the ground and even the windows.

taehyung notices movement in the dirt encased glass and finds out a that a tan male wearing red uniform was watching them with bored eyes.

the man tugs taehyung past the car and into the station, pushing the door open to sound the tinkle of the bell hanging from the leaky roof. taehyung looks around in distaste at the racks displaying dated chocolate bars and half torn packets of chips.

"um, hey." the man calls out from behind the counter, raising his hand in a small wave. taehyung reads the capitalised letters on the worker's name tag; shownu.

"hi." taehyung's captor says absent-mindedly as he roams his eyes around the station's meagre contents.

whilst the unknown man was distracted picking up several snacks, taehyung attempts to grab shownu's attention to communicate with him.

he looks over at the worker and urgently makes face at him, hoping that the worker would catch on.
well, obviously he would catch on -- im being dragged around by a fucking curtain cord wrapped around my hands! with duct tape on my face!!

shownu looks at him weirdly, "um, is that guy okay?" he asks the yet-to-be-named man.

"yeah, he's totally fine." the man says. taehyung frowns and shakes his head violently.

"uh, are you sure? cause, um, he's tied up and. . .??" shownu asks, confused, pointing a finger at taehyung's appearance.

"ah, don't mind him - he's just into bondage." the man says, distractedly fingering a packet of salted potato chips.

taehyung, now the shade of a tomato, shakes his head aggressively.