Control *Yoonmin*

chapter 2

Where was he?

How did he get here?

His hands and legs were tied up to a chair and his eyes were covered, blocked from view.

Suddenly he heard footsteps. They were coming closer and closer until they suddenly stopped, - right in front of him.

The person took off the blindfold and Jimin was shocked. What was going on?

"Why'd you run away Babyboy?"

Jimin stayed shut. For that he earned a harsh slap from the latter.

"If I ask you something, you better answer. You got that?"

"Yes." Jimin quietly said.

"Yes what?" The latter asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Yoongi." Jimin replied.

"Nu-uh, you either call me Master or Daddy." Yoongi winked.

"Yes, M-master." Jimin was confused. Was this really the Yoongi he knew? Why was he doing this?

"Please let me go." Jimin mumbled.

"What did you say? Did you just say 'let me go' ?" Yoongi raised his voice. He harshly pulled Jimin's chin up: "You do what I say, when I say. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master." Jimin looked down.

"Now, are you gonna behave like a good boy or do you need a punishment?" Yoongi questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Jimin shivered, this wasn't the Yoongi he knew. What had happened to him? Maybe, maybe he was brainwashed. No, that only happened in horror-movies, that couldn't be it.

Then he got slapped, again. "Didn't I tell you to answer me, huh?" Yoongi said full of anger.

"You did, I'm sorry Master. I won't do it again."

"Good. Now I have some things to deal with. Bye Babyboy." Yoongi smirked. With that he left the younger alone in the dark and cold room.

Now that Jimin could see everything clearly, he noticed some strange things. There weren't any windows and the lights were barely on. It was dimmed, which made it seem a bit creepy. He was tied to a chair, which stood in the middle of the room. The walls were marked with dried blood and bullets piercing through.

A cold shiver ran through his spine. He could still smell the blood, when he imagined, how the blood got there. Was this a torture-camber or what?!

There was also a cabinet, which sadly was locked, not that Jimin could have reached it, as he was tied up.

How the hell was he going to escape? The metal door was locked as well, he heard Yoongi locking it earlier.

Was it night? Was it day? Jimin had entirely lost his time-feeling.

He was bored to death and started counting the bullets which were piercing through the wall, until he heard the door unlocking. He immediately sat up straight.

The door opened, and there stood, Namjoon.

What the hell was going on?

Did Jin know about this?

Jimin's breathing fastened. This was too much for him.

Was Jin maybe in this too?

Was all of their friendship a lie?

Tears threatened to fall and Jimin tried blinking them away.

"Hey, Jimin," Namjoon started, "I'm not going to hurt you. I've brought some food for you." Namjoon crouched down to Jimin's level and held a glass of water to Jimin's mouth. But Jimin didn't drink, he just closed his eyes and stayed in his position.