BTS Oneshots

Seokjin // Trust

A request for @Jin_Wifu - it's not letting me tag you but I'm trying to fix it!

You woke up in a daze, everywhere aching as if you had accidentally fell asleep on the sofa sat up. Your room was pitch black, which was usually how you fell asleep, with the street lamp outside giving it a warm glow.

You went to reach for your bedside lamp to turn it on to realise you couldn't move. You say for a few minutes, panic setting in as you realised that what you smelt wasn't the candles you light a couple of hours before going to bed. It was damp, musty, and smelt like blood. You realised that your wrists were bound together and to the seat you were sat on, and when you tried stretching your legs, you found them in the same predicament.

Your heart was racing, the sound of blood rushing through your ears when light filled the room as a door opened. You were too scared to turn to face the light source. You then heard footsteps near you and that's when you saw him. Everybody knew who he was and what his business was.

Mafia Leader Jin. You couldn't forget the broad shoulders and the handsome face that repeatedly showed up in the newspaper day after day, week after week.

Your heart raced. "P-Please let me go. I haven't done anything wrong. I won't tell on the police-" you started. Just to be silenced by a single look.

"Listen here." He spoke quietly, the room still lit from where he entered. "You're not here to be harmed, I'm not going to harm you, none of my boys will harm you, we don't need information from you. I just want to talk to you."

His voice was somewhat soothing despite the situation, and you trusted his words to an extent.

"You've been unconscious for half a day, so I'm going to get you some water and a meal. Is there anything you would like in particular?"

You shook your head, half silenced by the mans beauty, half silenced in fright.

"I can see that look in your eyes." He sighed softly. "I give you my undying word that I won't harm you. Once you've eaten, we can go for a walk, surely your legs are cramped?"

You kept quiet and he offered a sad smile before he got up, heading back where he came from. But he didn't shut the door.

You had time to study your surroundings whilst you waited for him to return. There was no visible water so you weren't sure why the room smelt damp, there were red stains which you had no doubt about what they were, and there were no windows. You concluded you must be in the basement.

He returned with two cups of ramen, he sat opposite you on a chair and left one covered on the floor between his legs, and scooped up some and held it out to you.

Clearly he wasn't ready to let your wrists go to feed yourself, and undoubtedly your stomach was aching for food. You leant forward with the little give you had in the restraints and ate.

There was a somewhat comforting silence as he fed you. When you had finished, he offered a bottle of water to you and you drank from it.

Once you had clearly refused to drink anymore, you let out a soft sigh. You didn't feel as parched anymore. Or as hungry. So that was a bonus you guess.

"I'm going to let you go now, don't panic, don't try to run away." His words were gentle yet held a blood chilling tone of authority behind them. "We're going for a walk so I can explain everything."

You nodded. "Okay..." you breathed out and he smiled softly again, coming around and undoing your wrists and you immediately brought them to your front and rubbed the red marks. He then got on one knee and let the ropes loosen from around your ankles.

He offered a hand to help you stand, which you gratefully took. He didn't let go when you had stood, and he didn't let go when he started walking.

You two were soon outside in the back garden. Little tea light candles lit up across the walls against the ivy that gave it a comforting feeling. A water feature that you couldn't see adding a bit of background noise.

"Do you have any questions? Or would you prefer me to just talk?" He smiled softly.

"I think my only question is why am I here?" You asked softly. He smiled.

"Y/N." It sent a shiver down your spine at how he knew your name and spoke it so intimately as if he had known you for his entire life and a bit more. "Little Y/N who works at the bookstore in the city centre opposite Kookies bakery. You probably don't remember, but in high school, you were being harassed by a group of girls. You had ran away from them with tears blurring your vision and you had crashed into me, the me before all... this happened."

"I remember crashing into somebody, but I didn't realise it was you." You commented quietly, scared in case he found you interrupting him was rude.

"Ah, well it was me. That day, despite your puffy eyes, red nose and cheeks, and the tears rolling down your face. I instantly felt my heart skip a beat, and before I could offer any help, you were gone. I saw you a few times after that, but not many. When I came into this lifestyle, suddenly you were everywhere I went. The nightclub, the bakery, the bookstore... and every time I saw you, my heart would skip a beat." He paused in his walking. The fountain that was causing the background noise was directly in front of you both and he sat down, patting the space beside him on the side of it. "I hadn't felt like that for any other girl before. So I was determined to get you. You didn't seem to like the flowers, or the little gifts I left..." He sighed softly. "But I knew I had to make you mine."

"I..." You were stunned by this mans words.

"I understand if you don't feel the same right now, but I'm willing to open up to you and show you the side of me that isn't the leader of the mafia." He sighed gently. "But only if you're willing to trust me."

"I..." You were still stunned before a smile grew on your face. "You could've just popped into the shop and gave me your number. Or even came to my house and spoke to me. You didn't have to kidnap me." You jokes softly, trying to make light of the situation.

"So you're willing to trust me?" His eyes gleamed in the moonlight and candlelight. Causing the brown orbs to glow their own colour. The smile that had planted itself on his face also seemingly giving off its own source of light.

"Yes." You smiled softly. "But a little tip, you don't have to kidnap girls to get them to fall in love with you."