Sinner || k. th x p. jm

七

"bad boys get punished..."

all when black for jimin.

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jimin's pov

i shifted, wincing at my raw flesh rubbing against the chains that held my hands above my head.  shivering, i pull my knee's closer to my chest, trying to gain some warmth. 

i had lost track of when i was first thrown into the cold basement.

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blearily, i opened my eyes, everything around me dimmed and blurred. i could feel my body being bobbed up and down as i could make out concrete steps. i shiver from the chill of wherever i was being carried off to.

"i hope you learn fast jimin, i always took you as a smart one." 

i could feel myself being sat down on the frozen floor, my arms being yanked up.

"w-why are you doing this to me?" i couldn't control the tears that now flowed free from my eyes.

"because you need to be punished." taehyung's words cut my will in half.  "now be good, and accept your punishment, and when you understand, you can come back upstairs."

i began to sob. no matter how much pain and mental suffering the man in front of me caused, i did not want to be alone. not again. not after him.

taehyung shut the lock to my shackles before wiping the tears streaming down my face.

"pretty boys shouldn't cry." he stood, making his way to the staircase. i could only look on, too mentally tired to cry out after him.

my eyes slowly become heavy, and i become limp in my chains, exhausted from the horrible day's events.

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the concept of time did not exist down in the basement. there was no visible windows or clocks in sight. i had no clue how much time i had spent down here, and how much more i would need to spend.

whenever i woke up, there would a plate of food sitting in front of me, and some days i would wake up with all the grim and muck of the basement washed off of me. however, i would never see taehyung.

out of sheer boredom,i began to count the numerous deep slashes that were made in the walls and floor around me. i had gotten to 239 when i began to lose track of them.

have i already counted that one?

i restarted.

"1, 2, 3..."

it felt endless. the cuts were slowly merging into one another. i blinked my eyes numerous times, shaking my head. i couldn't lose touch with reality, not now. doing so would make me lose to him.

i have counted up to 73 cracks in the wall when i heard the soft creaking of the stairs, signaling me someone is coming down. taehyung is coming down.

i turn my head away from the sound, curling in on myself even more than before. i felt so exhausted, like if i closed my eyes now, i wouldn't reopen them again.

i close my eyes tightly as i hear taehyung's slippers shuffling across the cement, making his way towards me.

the throbbing pain in my wrists increase.

"look at me"

his deep voice cuts through the basement's silence. i kept my eyes squeezed together tightly.

"look at me" he says harsher. i haven't seen taehyung in all the time i was in the basement, and i wasn't planning on breaking that just from his angered tone.

"look at me i said" he harshly tugged on my chin, making me face towards him, yet i remained resilient, and refused to open my eyes. roughly, he lets go on my chin, and i can hear him begin to walk off, back towards the stairs.

"looks like you need to punished further... jimin."