"I don't know where to put my hands," he muttered as he stared at her beautiful body.
"Anywhere you want, baby boy. I'm not a work of art that can be damaged so easily."
Started: 02/24/2018
Finished: 04/13/2018
Edited: 05/26/2018
Mature: a smut cha...
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Taehyung groaned, waking up to a bright light. He tried to move his right hand to rub his eyes, but he couldn't.
The sound of a chain rattling made him snap his eyes open. His eyes were still blurry, but he blinked many times to clear his vision.
His right hand was handcuffed to the railing of a bed. He struggled against them and tried to break them, but he remembered he was not Superman and soon gave up.
Taehyung looked around the bright room. It wasn't the lights that were too bright. It was because of the furniture and accessories. The room was white and rose gold. The only black in the room was the window, desk, lamps, and overhead light.
His heart was beating rapidly and the blood rushed to his head as he tried to remember what happened the night before. He remembered meeting a woman. His memories were all distorted and he wasn't sure if he remembered the correct information.
She had brown hair and a slender body. What she wore at the club showed that she was fine with showing off her body. Her name started with an N. It was on the top of his tongue, but he couldn't quite get it. He racked through his memories and sighed heavily.
"N... N... Nari? No, that doesn't sound right. Nicole? No, too American. Nic... Ni... Niki? Nika? Nika! Fuck, her name was Nika!"
Taehyung rested his head against the pillow, feeling proud of himself for remembering her name. However, he still didn't know where he or Nika was.
"Where am I?" he muttered to himself.
The door to the room opened, the sound of keys dangling could be heard. Taehyung eagerly looked up, his heart beating with anticipation.
"You're someplace safe. That is if you don't try to escape."
The woman closed the door quietly, walking over Taehyung and sitting on the edge of the bed where his feet were.
"Nika? You look—"
"Different. My appearance shouldn't be your main concern."
The woman had black hair and wore a red, floor-length dress that flowed easily behind her. Her facial structure was exactly like Nika's face.
"Don't try to escape, Tae—handcuffs and all. There's a camera in this room and I can check up on you any time. Also, my name isn't Nika."
She got off the bed and walked to the door, opening the door halfway before Taehyung stopped her.
"If your name's not Nika, but you are Nika from last night, then who are you?"
