Run → JIKOOK

three

Jungkook woke up, the heat from the peaking rays of the sun on the windows triggering him to break against the slumber he was trying to remain in to.

It felt weird waking up on a room so grandiose especially when he was accustomed on a shitty four corner room that's just one-fourth of this.

Memories of last night came crashing and maybe it's one of the reason why he didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to face the reality he was in now - he was held captive by a man of tremendous power, a man who he didn't even know his name but he was sure this man was capable of almost everything.

Tears sprung in his eyes, the fact that he's in this situation made him reel back to the roots, made him reflect that how come he was in this universe where there could almost be endless alternate; where he could be happy.

It made him think how he was in this fcked up situation when all he wanted was to survive. Life was so unfair - a lesson he must've learned right now but the life kept slapping him worst case scenario on top of another. Right now, he wanted to die but he held onto a promise and he doesn't want to break that. He doesn't want to let go of that tiniest bit of hope.

He laid on the bed, pondering on his thoughts, when will I see him again?

Had he forgotten about me already? But he couldn't have, we both made promises to each other.

He sighed, beating down with himself with these thoughts, he's here because he was trying to survive so how long will he try for him to show up? Because he's getting tired, and he doesn't know much longer he could take before he breaks.

The door swung open, and Jungkook tensed but he clenched his eyes shut. The heavy footsteps inching closer to where he was and even just the sound of those steps were enough to send shivers running down his spine.

He felt the mattress of the bed sunk towards his side, a cue that someone had applied their weight and sat on the bed.

"I know you're awake," the voice spoke and Jungkook was already shaking on his knees. The memories of last night and the things that could make this man do when he was frenzied with fury made Jungkook a hostage.

"Turn around and look at me."

Jungkook pondered if he should obey or disobey, but his body was a traitor and his instinct ruled his actions because he was turning around and facing the man.

He looked so unreal, his sharp features and dangerous gaze were weapons for mass destruction, they were deadly for humankind.

His hand slowly went up to him, inching closer to his before it dampened on his cheek. Jungkook involuntarily closed his eyes in fear, will he hurt me?

Seeing his reaction the man quickly took away his hand and cursed under his breath. "I brought you food, eat."
He looked down to point the tray of food sitting between them.

"I-I don't want to."

"Eat it when I'm playing nice."

"I don't want to! Just let me go!" Jungkook found the conviction to say those words loud.

The man's gaze changed looking so grim and murderous, he was dead meat.

"No!" He said in such a deep voice, Jungkook would've found himself sinking. "You're mine. I hold your freedom, your body, all you. I won't ever let you go."

"You're crazy!"

"Eat." The man said, disregarding what Jungkook retorted about his mentality. "I said, eat."

Jungkook hesitantly picked up the spoon before taking in a spoonful of the porridge, he shifted so he could move more at ease revealing his body that was being hidden under the blanket he had wrapped himself around.

He took another - he was really hungry, but he didn't want to let the man staring at him know.

"God, you're so thin." He sounded still angry, "You're going to have to eat more. I'm going to make damn sure of that."

Jungkook felt disappointed all of a sudden, this man spoke with so much confidence about him that it made him feel alienated like this isn't his body to take care of or to control, like the ship was his body and the captain was this man; not him.

He threw the bowl of porridge making it splatter everywhere. He winced at how it burned his skin, the man had some on his clothes.

though he didn't show any signs of pain. "Awww!" Jungkook screamed, the man hurriedly went to him removing his expensive and neat looking coat and using them wipe away the porridge on his body.

The man hovered on top of him, carefully wiping the porridge that roamed on Jungkook's body. He was cursing all the time.

"It's red." The man spoke, "it's fucking red!" He yelled as he called for all his workers to go and call a doctor.

"Don't get in! I'm going to kill all of you if you take a fucking peek. Make sure the doctor hurries and lead him inside."

"Yes, boss Park."

Park. So he's Park.

Jungkook still whimpered, the man took the kit from his workers and started to put some ice on the reddish skin.

"Ahhh!" Jungkook hissed, as he felt the coldness hit and lingered on his skin. "Be gentle please!"

"I am!" Mr. Park replied, "You, be still." His eyes roamed Jungkook's body for more burns, but damn he can't help the lust consuming his being as he took in the sight of Jungkook's lithe body and delicious soft skin.

Jungkook might've felt this, something hard poking on his bare stomach, god that was huge.

"The doctor is here, boss."

"Tell him to wait." Mr. Park stood up and drew a boxers and a sleeveless t shirt from one of the drawers, "wear this. I don't want anyone seeing everything that's mine. I'm not in the mood killing somebody in front of you."

Luckily, it was the upper half of his body that took in the casualty and not anywhere near his private parts. A few got caught on his legs but none on his private center.

He dressed, and the doctor came right in.

"He got burns from the porridge. I also want you to make up a meal plan for him to get some weight and vitamins. Make sure to make it quick, Kim."

"Whatever, Park, thanks for ruining my day off."

And the doctor skillfully handled him, asking him if it hurts or anything before he asked to take off his shirt.

"He's mine."

"I already have a boyfriend, Park. For hell I care, he's all yours. But right now, he's my patient so move away and let me treat him."

Kim applied some ointment he brought and covered all his burns. They were cool against his skin. He was done in no time. He also wrote up some vitamins and supplements needed, before giving the prescription to Jimin and left.

"Stay here. I'm going to ask the cook to make food for you again. And make sure you finish before I get back." He picked up his now dirty coat and left.

Jungkook heard him saying to one of his workers when he opened the door to leave is to throw away the coat and get him a new one.

Mr. Park seemed nice, otherwise dangerous and scary. He have some troubles handling his emotions and temper but he seemed like a person to even go far to coax him to gain weight and take some vitamins.

Jungkook was confused, was Mr. Park taking care of him or investing in him before he takes disposal of him in the end?

Somewhere inside him, he wishes it's the former.