Gone

Chapter 2

Jimin POV

My head is pounding. It’s pitch black. my ankles and wrists hurt. I’m cold. Where are my clothes?

These are the only thoughts running through my head as I wake up. I don’t remember what happened, only that I went to a bar with the band one night. I’m really uncomfortable right now. The ropes are rubbing off the top layers of skin on my wrists and ankles. I fucking hate brush burn.

The situation I’m in suddenly hits me. I’m tied to a bed with a blindfold on and I’m completely naked. I also have no idea where I am or why. My breathing and heart rate quicken. What’s going to happen to me? Am I gonna die? Why am I here? What did I ever do? I start to get dizzy.

“Hello?!” I yell, hoping to get someone's attention. Maybe this is all a big misunderstanding. Maybe I went home with someone and we had some really rough, kinky sex and I’m still tied up. Yeah… I’m sure that's what it is. Ha. All of a sudden, I hear a door open. “Hey! I think there’s been a misunderstanding! I'm sure we had a great time last night, but could you let me go now?” I hear footsteps coming towards me. The person chuckles. He has a soothing voice. The memories of last night come rushing back to me. Clarence… “Clarence! Is that you? I’m pretty sure I went home with you, but I was so drunk I don’t remember a thing!” He chuckles again and then sighs.

“You know… I hate that name. If you’re gonna address me, at least call me by my real name. Jeong Eun-ji. Clarence is a name I use when I pick up one night stands. Gets rid of the chance for them to track me down afterwards,” he says, his voice dropping at the end. He sounds almost annoyed. I still can’t see him.

“Eun-ji… That suits you more than Clarence does. Could you let me go now though? The ropes are starting to hurt, and I have to get back to the dorm,”I say. He chuckles again. I feel him run his hand down my side, stopping at my hip. He massages the bone, making me gasp.

“You’re so pretty, you know that? You’ve got the best body I’ve seen in a long time,” he says, still rubbing my hip bones. I’m panting. I can feel myself getting hard. “Now, be good boy, and I’ll look into changing you into some nice, soft cuffs.” I’m really confused.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t you letting me go?” He moves his hand closer to my erection, and grasps it lightly, making me let out a small moan. “Oh god…” I tug at the ropes, having the urge to grab at the sheets.

I arch my back as he grabs onto my cock tighter, moving his hand up and down, stroking me. I pant and moan as he does. I wish I could see….

“You see, Jimin, you’re too valuable for me to let go… You could fetch a pretty price. Hm… or maybe I could just keep you for myself,” he says, his voice going deep, and suspicious. He strokes me faster, my moans get louder.

“Wh-what…uh….what d-do you m-mean?” I ask in between moans. I’m getting more scared by the second. I don’t understand what’s happening anymore, and I can feel tears building up in my eyes. “Please…Let me go….I-I want to go h-home.” He’s full on laughing now. I can’t breathe… I’m so…so close. As soon as I’m about to finish, he stops, and I let out a whine, I can’t tell whether I’m happy or disappointed.

“I can’t give you up now…not after seeing how beautiful you look like this…I’m gonna keep you…. You… You’re my toy now.” He says. I’m terrified, but I can’t do anything. I feel dirty. He I feel him grab my hips tightly, enough to leave bruises. He flips me over onto my stomach with my ass in the air. The ropes tighten around my wrists even more, cutting off the circulation. I think there's blood now.

He grabs my ass, hard, and starts massaging it. “Look at this pretty little ass of yours. So beautiful…. You know….I just had an idea...I can keep you for myself, but I think I could let some others see you...for a price of course.” I whine, and start sobbing. I don't want to be here… I want Yoongi… please...save me…

Yoongi POV

Beep beep beep be-  I slap the thing making that infernal noise. How dare it wake me up from my slumber…. I look over and see that my alarm clock is hanging off the table by the cord, the time invading my eyes. 10am… Jimin should be back by now…. We have a late dance practice that starts at 11. I get up and put on my slippers, shuffling along, running my eyes, and yawning as I walk over to Jimin’s door.

“Jimin… we have to get ready for practice, come on get up.” Even though I'm mad at him, I won't risk him being kicked off the team for being late to practice. I wait a minute, but don’t hear any signs of him being awake.

“Jimin…. I swear to god if you don't open this door in the next five seconds Im going in there and kicking your ass,” I growl. I start counting down in the “parent pissed off at their kid voice.” When I get to one, Jimin still hasn't opened the door. So I reach for the knob and swing the door open, making it hit against the wall with a loud bang. “Jimin wake the fuck up!” I yell, walking over to his bed and ripping the blanket off of it. I'm in for a surprise though, as he is not in bed. Of course he didn't make his bed either...classic Jimin. He must already be up.  

I make his bed before leaving the room, because at least one of us has the common decency to make their bed in the morning. I look at my handiwork, and nod. Its nearly perfect, much more presentable. I walk out of the room and head towards the living room, where I hear the laughs and bantering of my other bandmates.

“YOOONNNGIIII!!” Hoseok runs up and jumps on me, making his best attempt to squeeze the life out of me with his arms. He's squealing like a little girl who just found out she was getting a kitten for Christmas.

“Hopie… get off. I'm too hungover for this shit right now” I grumble. He sighs disappointedly. He sighs a good morning, and sulks off into the kitchen, most likely to search for the secret candy stash me and the others have. We have to hide it because even though Hoseok denies it, he's addicted to lollipops. I shake my head and attempt to hide my smirk. I let out a grumble and sit down next to Namjoon, who had Jin nestled into his side, looking like he's gonna pass out again.

“Morning, Yoongi. How's your head? You sure did drink a lot last night, well, not as much as Jimin, but still a lot.” Here goes papa Namjoon, making sure we are all okay, since Jim is too tired to be mom right now. Fucking lightweight.

“Eh. Could be better” I respond. “Hey, speaking of Jimin, did he come out here this morning?” Namjoon looks down with his eyebrows furrowed as if he's trying to remember.

“Not that I know of. He’s not in his room?” I shake my head. “Maybe he’s still with that guy…” I look at him, confused, for a minute, trying to figure out what he's talking about. I remember though, and I feel myself grow angry again. I can feel the blood rushing to my face, and I get that right feeling all over my body that people get when they are pissed.  Namjoon just chuckles. “Calm down Yoongi. It's not a big deal. He just got laid it's not like you're hopeless. It's not like you were giving him anything anyway,” he whispers the last sentence. I hear Taehyung start to suppress chuckles with his hand, and Jungkook covers his laughter with a string of obviously fake coughs. I glare at them, and they seem to stop laughing quicker. Being intimidating can be good sometimes…  I stand up and walk into the kitchen to get some food, and find Hopie standing on the counter with his knees, rummaging through the cupboards.

“You aren't gonna find it Hope… it’s too well hidden for the likes of you to find” I seem to have startled him, as he lets out a little squeak and jumps a little.

“Yoongiii!!! Please I just want one!” He begs.

“What flavor?”

“Huh?”

“Flavor... What flavor lollipop do you want?” He gets the biggest grin on his face.

“I want….um…” he starts thinking, but I'm getting impatient. “APPLE!” He yells, scaring me.

“Holy shit Hope, calm the fuck down!” I yell back. “Now get out before I change my mind.” he giggled like a little kid and scampers off.  I reach down and grab the candy jar from below the sink’ where it's hidden in an empty bag of dried seaweed. Hope doesn't like dried seaweed, so we know he would never open it, even if it's a bit suspicious. I grab out and apple lollipop and put the jar back. I look around the cupboards for something for something to eat. My eyes land on a package of instant noodles. That’ll have to to…

After my noodles are made, I walk back out and sit down. I make sure to blow on the soup before taking a bite. But the whole time I'm eating, I can’t help but wonder what Jimin is doing….