Make me fly again

Chapter 3: Lost but found

Before I can even say a thing he pulls me into his room and closes the door.
I look around and I'm speachless. His room is even bigger than the big hall I've been in earlier. I shouldn't be surprised, this house is enormous from what I've seen so far but wow.

The room is formed like a half moon, one wall is straight, the other is round with a lot of doors. His giant bed is placed in the center of the straight wall.

There are a lot of paintings on the wall here as well and to my surprise there is a window. It's hidden behind a thick curtain but it's clearly a window. At least as big as his bed.

Jimin walks over to a desk and sits down on the chair beside it.
I just look at him, waiting for him to tell me what I'm allowed to do or not.
"You look like a lost puppy." He chuckled.
"I sure feel lost but I'm not a puppy." I keep my voice low, still afraid of what he'll do.

He smiles. His eyes form little moons.
Jimins smile is really beautiful and somehow it takes my fear away. At least a little bit.
"There's no need to feel lost in your own home."
I look at him not knowing how to reply.

He stands up and walks towards me. I don't move a single muscle.
"I know you probably didn't have a choice but this is your home now. You'll spent your life here with me. Or at least a long time of it. So you better relax, constant fear can be exhausting. Believe me, I know."
He looks sad for a second but hides it behind a smile right after.

After what he said I'm starting to think that he didn't volunteer to be here either. But I do not dare to ask further questions.
I just nod and return his smile.

He gently removes the handcuffs from my wrists. "You won't need these anymore." I look into his eyes and as I thought they have the same red colour as the eyes of his parents.
"Thank you."

He nods as well and starts walking around in the room explaining where I can find things, like the bathroom or the kitchen. He has his own kitchen, which didn't even surprise me at this point. He didn't mention any tasks I'll have to do.

I follow him quietly, just giving quick responses when he asks me something. After he finishes talking he leads me behind one of the doors into another bedroom. This room is smaller than Jimins room but still huge. It is furnished in a simple way, a normal bed, a small closet, a desk and a chair. Noting too exiting. No paintings, no windows.

"May I ask a question?" I keep my voice quiet and my head low.
He turns his head in my direction.
"Sure, what is it?"
"I..uh...What's up with the windows in this house?" I lift my head and look at him. It may be imagination, but Jimin seems to get a little paler than he already is.

"Our family just doesn't like the sunlight very much. Now enough questions. This is your bedroom. You can do with it whatever you want but don't leave it until I call you."
His voice got an harsh undertone which didn't allow any further questions. I just nod and look after him as he leaves the room.

I'm alone. It's kind of freeing to be alone after all this stress but also stressing because I still don't know where exactly I am or how I've got here.
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|| I try to get away from the man that has me in his grip until something hits me on the back of my head and everything went black.
I woke up in a cage. Many people around me, looking at me, yelling things. They are well dressed, probably wealthy. I don't even listen to what they say, I don't care.
I look around and try to find Hoseok in this mass of people but I can't see him anywhere. A massive sadness overcomes me.
I hear someone yell "Sold to the man with the red eyes.", than I felt a pain on the back of my head and everything went dark again.||
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I collapse on the floor, holding my head. It hurts. It hurts so much, I start screaming.
What are those memories? Did this really happen? Was I really sold as a slave like cattle on the market? And where is Hoseok?
Before I can think about it more, the door opens abruptly and Jimin rushes in.

"What's wrong? Why are you screaming? Are you alright?"
There's worry in his voice. He puts his arm on my back to uphold me and carefully pets my head with his other hand.

I try answering him but the pain in my head takes off all my energy.
Jimin keeps on petting me and mumbles soft-footed words in my ear.
I don't understand what he's saying but it calms me down. After what felt like eternity the pain finally fades away and I drop with exhaustion.

Luckily Jimin still holds onto me so I don't fall on the ground. He lifts me up and lays me on the bed.
That's the last thing I remember before I faint.