"Wake up."Taehyung gasped loudly as water spilled onto his chest. His eyes immediately snapped open to reveal an agitated Lazuli.
"My boss—the man keeping you alive—wants to see you."
Lazuli took out a tiny, golden key and unlocked the handcuffs. She held onto his sore wrist and pulled him up, shoving a towel into his left hand.
Taehyung patted himself dry as she pulled him away. Taehyung had never ventured outside the room he had been in trapped in for a week. He'd never seen the hallways he was currently walking through or the built men in black suits that greeted Lazuli on the way.
They had to get into an elevator and she pressed the second highest floor. It took a while to get there, so Taehyung assumed that he was on one of the lowest floors. He tried to memorize as much as he could, but he was never good with that in school.
The elevator dinged and the two stepped out, Lazuli still holding onto his bruised wrist. They walked slowly through the many doors on each side of the walls. It seemed she was no longer in a rush, compared to when she first woke him up with water.
"Does it hurt?" she softly asked, eyeing the bruise on his wrist.
"What? O-Oh—n-no. I mean—just a little. It's okay," he softly replied in return.
It felt like the two were keeping a secret from someone else. Their hushed voices were the only sounds coming from that floor.
Taehyung didn't know if the rooms were used at all or if they were a mere decoration. The walls seemed too neat and perfect. The doors seemed like they were painted every week to keep the coat clean.
Lazuli continued to walk with him to the end of the hallway, where a single door could be seen. It was different from the other doors. It was at the end, making it feel more ominous. The doorknob was a different color as well. While the other doors had golden doorknobs, that one door had a black doorknob.
Lazuli twisted the doorknob slowly and walked in, stepping to the side with a bow. "I've brought him, sir."
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Art of Seduction | Kim Taehyung ✓
Fanfiction"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...