For Your Safety

Warning:

This fic contains graphic smut, as well as manipution and romanticized dubcon. Should you find yourself in a situation close to the one below, I urge you to take a healthier, more thought-out course of action than our dear RC does. 

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The hallway was a stretch of blackness, an ocean of uncertainty expanding before you. Moonlight crept in from the door you'd left open on your way out; the noise of the door clicking shut would have been enough to wake him. Jumin Han had always been a light sleeper- after all, that was the life of a cat owner. On the off chance that quiescence was on the agenda, the smallest noise could rouse him to consciousness. The creak of the door to the luxurious penthouse master bathroom would send him jackknifing to a sitting position, his hands roaming the bed for your body.

You shuddered with the thought of his hands, warm from sleep, sliding over your flesh. A quick shake of your head jerked you back to reality; you had a mission to accomplish. Getting out of bed from under his too-muscular arm had been one great task, crossing the large room to the door silently had been another. But now, it seemed the hardest part of your mission lay out before you, mocking you from somewhere in the expanse of night ahead.

Fingers met the textured surface of the wall, and you followed it down, through an archway, and into the living room you'd come to spend so much time in. Starlight dotted through the glass walls, and you rested your palm against the cool surface. Your eyes roamed the room, analyzing the way the shadows seemed to paint your world in a softer light. With the light of the stars, this world didn't seem so bad; and yet, deeper down, you knew that this was all wrong. How many times had he filled you head with his ruthless need? How many times had he used you to satisfy his own twisted desire for personal contact? How many times were you to be taken advantage of?

How much longer were you to remain trapped?

No longer, you decided, and with a great breath in, you glided across the floor until your fingertips kissed the cold steel of the elevator. You fumbled with the card that would allow you down to the ground floor, deftly swiped from the pockets of your captor himself, during an impromptu makeout session which was, of course, initiated by Jumin. Mercifully, the doors slid open with no more than the quiet whirr that somewhat resembled the gentle purr of Elizabeth the Third, and for a moment, you hesitated.

The cat was no longer a permanent staple in the household. He had given up his most precious thing in the world, so that he would no longer be distracted from you. So that you could have his full, undivided attention. And here you were, about to leave him to his threads of inner turmoil- about to tangle them into an unrecognizable knot. A wave of guilty selfishness washed over your head, dripping cold remorse into your toes, which you curled into the plush rug beneath you.

Here, the door wide open to your freedom was staring you in the face, and yet you could only think about what you were leaving behind. You'd have to disappear from the RFA forever, and that thought alone was enough to trigger the pull you felt from the bedroom- back into safety, back into the arms of the lion, back into the role of the precious lamb.

But then you remembered why you were still in the RFA in the first place. It had nothing to do with the way Yoosung would tell you a corny joke in an attempt to brighten your mood, or how Jaehee would reprimand Seven for joking around, only to laugh herself. No, these people weren't what kept you tied to the chatrooms you so frequently visited. You were only there to keep up appearances.

After all, if any of them knew how wicked Jumin's intentions had become, there would be hell to pay. Zen hit the closest to home with his guesses that threatened Jumin's character.