Hunting Prey || p.jimin

.03

I watch the fire crackle, illuminating the small but spacious cavern walls with warm tones. The male tending to the fire, Yoongi, sat across from me, shadows dancing across his grim expression. Every once in a while he would wipe the sweat from his brow and shoot me a chilling glare before continuing to poke the flames with a long stick.

To my right was the entrance to the hide-away, where a large wooden door was (poorly) installed. The door was merely a large plank of hardwood that hung from its hinges, creaking and whistling to the mercy of the night breeze.

"Uh.." I start, racking my brain in attempt to find an interesting topic. Squirming in my spot on the cold stone floor, my wrists burned from the thick ropes digging into my skin. Cursing under my breath, I reminded myself that I was a prisoner, not someone that could talk freely. If I dared say anything suspicious or rude, who knows when they'll be tending the fire to roast me, not to warm the air. However, I was feeling quite parched and anxiously looked around the abode for anything to quench my thirst.

Noticing my sudden interest in my surroundings, Yoongi sat upright and studied me with cold eyes. His gaze was so intense that the tension in the air was almost palpable. Taking a deep breath, I gathered all my wits to ask him for water.

"Water is in the other room," Yoongi pointed down a dark tunnel behind me. "If you want it, go get it yourself. I'm not your maid."

The corner of my lips twitched as I absorbed his words. "I would, but I can't really move since I'm basically disabled."

I motion to my bound wrists and ankles, with more sass in my voice than I would have preferred. His jaw clenched in irritation as he let out an agitated sigh.

"Then don't drink. Humans are so needy, it's ridiculous to imagine keeping one as a pet. You're lucky we're keeping you alive, as a possible vessel for our future offspring. Your only purpose is to birth our children and to continue our lineage."

His roundabout description of 'sex slave' in such a formal yet innocent manner tickled my funny bone. I burst out in sudden laughter, surprising Yoongi and earning myself a deadly glare. 

"What's so funny? I demand to know this instant."

"It's nothing," I wheeze. "It's just that I didn't expect werewolves to be so kinky."

"Kinky?" Yoongi repeats in a confused timbre.

I calm myself and straighten my body as much as my limbs would allow me. Tilting my head to move my bangs out of my eyes, I smile at the surprisingly innocent alpha male.

"What?~ You've never done anything kinky before?" I tease, raising a taunting brow. "Do you even know what kinky means?"

The author threw me into this dream-world, so I might as well have some fun while I'm here.

Yoongi's expressionless face studied mine with pensive uncertainty. "I don't believe in engaging in unnecessary activities whilst performing coitus. The idea is utterly ridiculous and a waste of time."

"Is that so~" a familiar voice interrupted our conversation. The door creaked open as the other male, Jimin, entered with confident strides. He winked at me and sat down by the fire, tossing his brother a bundle of meat.

"There's nothing wrong with having a few kinks, hyung." Jimin states between mouthfuls of his dinner. "It just makes the process of catching prey much more interesting."

He emphasized the 'much' part and shot me a sly smirk. This man was not as fun to toy with. Returning a disgusted countenance, I sank back in my seat and watched as the two began to discuss serious matters.

"Old Lady Gaga is growing sicker by the day."

"We have to move fast and find the next team leader before she's too weak to use her powers."

"But there is nobody else that can wield the Staff of Divinity. Without it, we're basically blind in our raids."

"Her powers are barely anything anymore. Tonight's raid was a disaster. We got nothing but a life-supply of onions and a troublesome human girl. If a person died every time she opened her mouth, she would have single-handedly eliminated all of the Immortals within 10 minutes."

I narrowed my eyes at the mint-haired boy's remark. What is that supposed to mean?

Jimin chuckles, playfully pushing his hyung's shoulder. "C'mon, brighten up a bit. She'll be a great asset to our team. Maybe if we give her proper training, she would become a fine night-prowler."

Yoongi studies me quietly before looking away, emitting an air of arrogance. "Regardless of talent, humans will be humans. They're weak and die too easily."

His expression softened at his last comment. However, it was only for a fraction of a second; if you blinked, you would have completely missed it. Fortunately for me, it did not escape my observations. I wondered why Yoongi muttered those words with such a painful expression. Did something happen in the past that stirred unpleasant memories?

My curiosity was capped when Yoongi retired for the night. That left only me and Jimin in the room.

"Well, we should be getting to bed too, sugar." Jimin brushed the dust off his bottom and skulked over to me. He noticed my handicap and sighed heavily, scratching the back of his neck.

"Dang, hyung, you didn't have to tie it so tightly. You're going to leave scars on this poor girl."

Reaching out, the male began to undo my fastenings.

"Why are you untying me?" I question, both puzzled and relieved at his kindness. I rub my sore wrists, smiling in appreciation. "Are you not worried that I'll run away?"

"Firstly, it's impolite to restrict our guests in such a crude manner. Secondly, you won't run." his caramel eyes flicked with golden light, as if daring me to say otherwise. Swallowing hard, I clench my fists.

"That's right, even if I run away, I'll get lost and most likely won't find my way back to my own world," I confessed. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you take me without a fight."

I lean into his face, locking eyes with the young werewolf, a ghost of a smirk upon my lips. It was probably a stupid idea to challenge a man-eating beast, but the me in the moment was too intoxicated with pride to even think straight. I pressed my hand against his pale neck, threatening to dig my fingers into his delicate flesh and strangle him right on the spot.

However, rather than being intimidated, an amused expression flashed across Jimin's face.

"How cute," he cooed, unfazed by my hand at his throat. "Unfortunately for you, sugar, I'm always the hunter in this story."

With inhuman strength, he pushed me over and turned the tables on me. I lied underneath him, pinned to the stone floor and unable to escape. Glaring daggers at the brunet, I tried to kick him off but to no avail.

"I'll let you know, I hate to lose." he growled, his brown eyes overtaken by an enchanting golden hue. "If my prey ever dares to run away, it'll only be a matter of time before I recapture them, only to devour their sweet flesh and indulge in their pleas for mercy."

Licking his lips, he closed the distance between our faces, a sexual tension weighing down on both of us.

"The more they struggle," he whispered darkly, "the more entertaining it is."