"I don't want you to talk to him." Jungkook mumbled as he stared at the grass.
"What? That's unfair! He's my frien-" My words were interrupted by his sudden action; he swiftly pressed his weight onto me, pinning my hands against the ground, his face...
Duct tape was firmly stuck on my lips, muffling my cries and yelps. I was positioned face down on my kidnapper's shoulder, unable to move from the strong grip. Paralysis. That's what it feels like. Why's this happening to me anyways? I'm too young to die! I swore to myself that I would go to a CTS concert someday and be one with the fangirls instead of being against them!
My kidnapper was dragging me into the misty forest, unbothered by the alarming sounds that linger by the border. A pool of fog floated slightly above the trees, but just low enough to blur the view. It was like the whole forest was crammed with dry ice machines that functioned on full power non-stop, and by the looks of it, we're nearing to the evening. Even if I did escape from this person's grasp, I'd probably get lost.
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(A/N: This is what the forest looks like ⤴️ Spooky, ya? 👻 Or maybe not.)
The contact with the cold air numbed my skin and I could make out a faint tint of red on my arms. Just kill me already. I'm hungry for bread, I'm really cold and my impatience is overwhelming. Whoever's doing this is taking too long, we're just moving deeper and deeper into the never-ending forest. But, my words were proven wrong when we made a sudden halt in front of a cave. No, let me rephrase that. The cave. Yes, I mean the coyote cave.
Being at the location, I began to think back to the memories I made at this place. Jungkook...I hope he gets bitten by a coyote. The one that I played whack a mole with didn't deserve what it got.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the kidnapper resting my back on the wall and lighting a fire in the middle of the cave. The luminous fire gave a warm shine to the walls, as if they were painted. The flame danced back and forth with an irregular rhythm that prompted uneasiness in me. It was strange. But returning back to the situation, I didn't notice all of this until my kidnapper yanked the duct tape off of my mouth. Reality came rushing back to me as the burning pain throbbed against my face. To make things worse, I didn't have enough time to react before I was touched down there. My thighs. Sheit, god has brought me a real evil rapist. Well, at least now I can finally get a good glimpse of the face; plump lips; beady eyes; button nose...
"Jiminie..?" My life's just full of surprises, ain't it? Right now, I was just overloaded with questions. Why did he kidnap me? What's he doing with his hand on my thigh? And, what's with that smug look on his face?
"I just thought that we should have some alone time together, babe." He moved his face towards my ear and whispered in a sensual manner. Jimin then leaned in, closing the tiny gap between us. We were in an unusual position with him on all fours, trapping me between his arms and legs. I pushed my back against the wall, trying to restore the precious empty gap that was supposed to keep us apart but my efforts were only wasted, seeing that Jimin preferred our bodies glued together.
While turning my head to the side as an attempt to avoid his nearing face, I thought I caught a figure hiding by the bushes. But right now, my biggest priority is to keep lover boy here from doing anything too extreme so I brushed my suspicions away, thinking of the figure as a mere illusion created by my brain.
