His Warm Hands

VIII

PoV: Jimin
It's beens over a week since Nine started living in my house, we've gotten along pretty well, he learns something new every day.
After I fixed my television, he spent most of his time watching news or reality tv shows.

Nine does realize that this is a completely different lifestyle than his past one.. I'm not sure if thats a good or bad thing, but the people on television do not seem to affect his character at all.

He is still very shy and shows those weird signs of 'slave' behavior. .. I mean, he's too subservient.
I thought if he sees people making perverted jokes or act aggressive, it might influence him to be more like a normal person, if that makes any sense (?) But the only thing that changed is his vocabulary and logical thinking.

Either way, he's making positive progress.

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"Why not?"

"Well.. I don't know, it seems risky." I answer unsure.

"But why?" He tilts his head.

"I don't knoww.. What if you get lost or someone tries to talk to you? Wouldn't that stress you out?"

After telling Nine that it's not a good idea to take him with me outside he kept asking why and I honestly can't find a suitable answer for him.

"Why should it stress me out?"

"Urrghh, I don't know, let's just-".

Suddenly the door bell rings, Nine twiches in surprise.

Annoyed I get up and walk out of the living room, heading to the front door.
But little do I know that a storm is coming.

"Huh? You, What are you guys doing here??"

Seven men, wearing all black suits. Tall, bold and black sunglasses, a cliche picture. Those guys never bother to look like normal people.

They're boss' the puppets I used to work with when I was just a newbie.

"Where's the boy?" The one in the front asks.

"Huh?"

What do they want? Nine?

"We know you're hiding another slavery victim here, Jimin. We are here to take him with us, so where is he?"

What..? How can they know?

..Did Hoseok Hyung..?

They don't even wait for an answer and enter my house with no hesitation, starting to search for Nine.
Immediately I run to the living room where he's still sitting on the couch, expression clearly confused by what's happening.

"..Jimin, what-"

"You can't have him!" I shout at the men as soon as they come across us.
"Why the fuck would you need him? For what reason should I hand him over to you?!"

"Jimin, resistance is futile. Boss wants his information and release him for adoption."

"Huh?! He's an adult, he doesn't need to be adopted! Moreover, he can live here with me with no problem!"

Ignoring my words one of them starts approaching us. I make sure Nine stays behind me.

"Touch him and I'll blow your head off." I hiss.

"Why are you so stubborn? He won't get hurt, Boss just wants the best for him if you haven't noticed. Do you seriously think you make this boy happy by keeping him hidden in your house?"

..What?

"Oh, or.. Don't tell me you're using him for your own fun?" The man then laughs in disgust.

"Never! I-I don't-"

Suddenly things happen so fast once I become distracted, within one second Nine ends up in their hands as they try to get him out of here.

"No d-don't touch me! Jimin, what's going on??" I hear his desperate voice.

Fuck, but what if they're right?

If they find information about his real name and his past life, they could help him more than me.. I am just wasting his time.

"Jimin??"

They drag him further away from me, I'm not even holding them back.

Will he be able to go back to his family?

"Please, Jimin n-no don't give me away!"

Fuck.

[B]PoV: Yoongi
"No!!"

But then finally Jimin comes after me and pulls me out of the strange men's hands.

"Screw this, he stays!!" He yells so loud that it hurts my ears.

"Jesus christ, Jimin, what do you want? Is it money?"

From that point on I barely perceive the situation.
All I can do is clawing onto Jimin's chest and trying to regulate my heart beat, it feels like my heart is going to explode, I'm so scared.

They keep talking for a long while, sometimes they yell, but I can't understand any of it.

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"Deal?"

"... Okay, fine" A man sighs.

What? What deal?

"When?"

"Tomorrow in the early morning "

"E-Evening!"

"I said early morning. See you then. And don't do any bullshit. I don't remember you being so stubborn."

Surprisingly the men then leave.

"...Nine?"

"I'm sorry" I mumble.

"No, you-"

"I am sorry, I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Please, I don't want to go back there." I repeat.

Jimin pulls away and forces me to look at him by lifting my chin.

"Y-You're misunderstanding this, don't worry, You stay here! Okay? Don't worry.." He speaks.

But I felt like he was fine with giving me away.

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"Calm down, nothing bad will happen. Tomorrow we'll have to go to my Boss' office, there we might find more information about you, isn't that good??" He says comforting.

"..How ?" I question.

He shrugs.
"I don't know, maybe with your number here"
His finger points at the #911 scar under my neck.
"We'll see tomorrow, alright? I doubt they gonna hurt you.. Either way, I'll be by your side, so you're out of danger."

When he smiles at me it feels like it solves all my problems, but... yet, I'm scared.
Those men seemed dangerous, what if it's a 'trap' like in the movies?