Where U At // BTS Rap Monster Fanic

Chapter 11

*Bora's POV* 

He was talking to me as if I was a distant relative of his - kind of weary but still very confident as if he actually cared about me. That's a first. Since I got here, I've been treated like dirt on someones shoe and now all of a sudden I'm being spoken to as if I were a normal human being? Something's not right here. 

"Bora. My name is Bora," I said. His face lit up like a thousand fireworks, showing his white teeth. He didn't stop smiling as he kept talking to me. I answered all of his questions half-heartedly, still unsure of my situation. 
"What's wrong?" he asked when he saw me looking out the bright window. This was the most light I'd gotten in ages. I didn't answer his question. I couldn't comprehend why he was trying to be nice. Although he did seem different to everyone else I'd met here. It seemed like he actually cared. He was angry when he saw what Aplha did to me, rather than shrugging it off like everyone else had done. I was dumbstruck when he threw the man across the room, the thud was still echoing through my head. However, all this being nice could just be an act. I couldn't trust him, nor show him my vulnerability. I had to remain strong. For this reason, I stayed silent, shuffling my body away from his for good measure. 

When I didn't answer, he began to raise his hand. I knew it. The sincerity was all an act and now I'd made him mad. Why didn't I just answer him? As his hand made its way towards me, I flinched, preparing myself for the impact. I knew it was too good to be true. Why hadn't help come yet? Surely the police were looking for me. I'd been kidnapped from school! That was a crime. They had to be searching for me. Unfortunately, they weren't doing a very good job, as a week later I was still stuck here, in this beautiful hell; still trapped. 

But the impact which I was expecting never came. Instead, my cheek was stroked softly before a strand of hair was tucked lovingly behind my ear. 
"Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up. I hadn't eaten probably in ages. I got scraps every other day or so, but that was nowhere near the amount of food I needed. I nodded, I could really do with something substantial. I pushed myself up from the floor but had to hold onto the wall when a strong dizziness struck me. It felt like millions of tiny opma-lompas were stomping around in my head, demanding to be fed. Namjoon held his arm around my shoulders to steady me, and once I'd gained control of myself, we began walking towards the door. 

We walked down a few corridors before we arrived in what looked like a canteen. There were lots of people surrounding most of the tables and it wasn't until now that I realized what I was wearing. Under their gazes, I felt like a piece of meat. I think Namjoon also noticed because he was quick to push me behind him. 

I was still behind him when we strafed into a side door. 
"Namjoon, how lovely to see you," an elderly voice said, I couldn't see her, but I imagined a cute pensioner who looked just like my grandma. 
"It's great to see you too," he smiled.
"What can I get for you?"
"Two plates of the best stuff you have,"
"Two," she asked, and I imagined her wrinkly face bunching up. 
"Oh," he said, realizing she couldn't see me, "this is Bora". He pushed me in front of him, allowing me to get a look at the lady whose voice I'd just heard. Just as I'd suspected, she was a small frail woman who had bobbed grey hair. She was wearing a flowery top and grey trousers with a black apron tied around her. 
"Hello dear," she said, taking a good look at me, "is there anything in particular that you'd like?"
"No, anything that's edible will be great" 
"Of course". She scurried away before returning with two plates full of food - and not just scraps. I thanked her before taking the plate. "Make sure Joonie is treating you right, if not you come and tell me, alright?" She said while giving Namjoon a stern look. He mumbled something inaudible before he dragged me out of the room. 

We walked through many corridors, and for a minute, I thought we were going back to the cells. Thankfully, when he stopped in front a door, it belonged to the room I'd met him in, and wasn't a five-foot concreate box.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This part is dedicated to @jyoti400102 She messaged me this morning with a really sweet comment, so I had to get this next part up ASAP