𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

f o r t y . e i g h t

"Oh, Jimin?"

The male runs a hand through his silky turquoise hair to keep its unkempt strands in place. Phone pressed against his ear to listen to the oppositions but his grayish eyes instead focus on the boy, groaning and shifting uncomfortably on a wooden chair. Jimin's body is just right for any type of bondage with his body fixed tightly with red ropes from before. He pants tiredly as his purple-tinted orbs are glazed with sleepiness, not giving up on wriggling his hands out of the ties. Daehyun's pink kitten woke up from his shallow slumber.

"Haven't seen him since forever, what happened?"

Daehyun smiles with pride when he sees the boy looks at him and emits strained protesting noises while struggling weakly. He walks over to caress his unclothed chest, which makes Jimin squirms uncomfortably and rapidly shakes his head for the male to stop continuing what he's doing.

"Oh," Daehyun traces his fingers down slowly from his collarbones to the defined outline of his abs and bellybutton, down to the rear-end of his black briefs. "I'm so sorry about that." Jimin glares at Daehyun and a muffled 'let me go' was heard after the male draws circles on the crook of his neck.

"Ah, I'm moving to America soon, you know, restarting things." Jimin's strained moans are muffled further with one of Daehyun's hands. "Having a hard time moving things." The male caresses Jimin's cheek while smiling down dangerously creepy at him and seizes his cheeks for him to look up. "I hope you can find Jimin later on..."

"Jungーkook."

After hanging up, Daehyun chuckles audibly with his grin wide from ear to ear down at Jimin, whose eyes are now blowing wide no more different than a deer being caught in headlights. Like a trigger, he starts struggling more rapid, with stronger movements like a small tiger cub trying to get out of a cage, his dirty little mouth spits out profanities like a shotgun. The outburst of emotion-fueled action is overly amusing to Daehyun seeing the police officer has such a great effect on the petite male.

"Huh, what's so special about that brainless police officer..." Daehyun's voice turns soft when he picks on the cloth that's half wet with Jimin's saliva. "Having such an effect on my pretty baby boy." Jimin glares from the corner of his eyes after Daehyun gives him a painful slap, square in the face which blinds his eyes with black dots and a feeling of haziness controlling his brain when he tries to gain his vision, staring hatefully at the man standing in front of him.

"I'm going to erase that anyway don't you think?" Daehyun takes a hold of Jimin to get him in place while he straddles the younger boy and twirls a lock of his luscious pinkish hair. Jimin looks away when the male bites his lips seductively. "Sleep well?"

Jimin glares at him as a response.

"Ah, I forgot." Daehyun slithers forward, poisonously taking off Jimin's gag with his teeth as it slides down onto his bare collarbones, that damned pervert yanked the shirt that was perfectly covering his shoulders down, leaving them hanging ever-so-exotically. 

"You fucker, untie me." Jimin spits out once the fabric sealing his voice is taken away, unwilling to answer what he had been asked earlier which unfortunately, doesn't astonish the man. Daehyun only snickers mcokingly at Jimin, who is dumbfounded at what he had said whether it was that funny to be laughed at.

Until a small silver handgun is pulled out.

"Look here," Daehyun pulls the safety out and raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a casual way, as if challenging the boy to revolt but the pink-haired male knows all too well that one more inch of attitude, his head will be blown up in a matter of seconds. He will now have to behave against his will, tamed, for the survival and visibly gulps when Daehyun places the gun on the bedside table next to him. "Well, what did I ask, kitten?" Daehyun smiles fondly at him, gaining his attention instead of the dangerously close gun next to them.

After a while of being silent, Jimin croaks out, his voice a bit hoarse since there hasn't been a droplet of water down his throat nor a piece of food in his stomach lately. "What do you think?" Jimin opens his palms and struggles them visibly on the armrest of the chair, his eyes bear deeply into Daehyun's with hatred and disgust once his hand is felt to be roaming up and down Jimin's waist underneath the layer of his thin shirt. He sees the man sighs and strokes his hair, not treating him as roughly as before.

"Poor baby," he says and Jimin feels the corner of his lips twitch in annoyance at the pet name, not to mention the male's false considerate actions. "I know it's hard to go beddy-byes when you're all tied up in a chair but see," Jimin's eyes avert to the floors that was matted with wood, still cold due to the morning winter. "I can't have you running off during the night now, can I...

I need you."

"Yeah, right," Jimin scoffs in disbielf and rolls his eyes when he switches his attention back onto the male who's using his fingernails to scratch on his half-naked chest downwards, like a beast clawing on its prey before wolfing it down in one bite. "As if I would ever agree to get back to you."

Daehyun fiddles with the collar of Jimin's shirt before going on with what he's left undone. "Probably you've known the drug that's causing controveー"

"Lewisite." Jimin cuts what he's saying, his face turns a tad serious as Daehyun strokes the vein popping on his neck.

"Fun fact is, I work with Chin-Hwa on the drug." Daehyun smiles sinisterly when Jimin scrunches his eyebrows in astonishment after discovering, his orbs glisten in a purple gleam behind his mesmerizing bed hair. "And it turned out the fucker developed, oh no, stole my idea to build a pharmaceutical company in which Alice took the core position." Daehyun grits his teeth angrily.

"So, tell the people there you're the mastermind." Jimin states obviously like a bucket of cold water showering down the flames of revenge in Daehyun. He gets off of Jimin's body to seat himself on the windowsill to get some fresh air. The mild sunlight which filters the room paints the man's silhouette a dark black, only a few strands of light blue and his grey eyes in Jimin's frightened state of mind. What the man could possibly do with Lewisite and his overboard acting skills are enough to fool the eyes of Jungkook, the valedictorian in the police industry. He is beyond scared. He was, is and will be forever terrified of the man, his senior, his ex, who grants unexpected despair into his life.

"Naïveté." Daehyun moves his head to one side, showing off his marvelously tanned neck. "Didn't come across that pretty often..

They. Won't. Believe. Me. Alright? That's why I assassinated both of the fuckers whom blocked my way to fame with their own creations."

"Then why the fuck did you have to kill the poor girl?" Jimin nearly screams, an innocent life was dragged in and drenched in blood mercilessly.

"Park Rosé?" Daehyun looks up as if he had killed all too many to remember why he had decided to in the first place. "Oh, she tried to deactivate Lewisite so I made her hallucinate with the drug I'd invented, works pretty well on a noodle like her huh?"

"Y-You're crazy," Jimin's voice quivers, not being able to handle the transition of anger to tears. "You're a sick-minded fucker who kills for joy!"

A slap is planted painfully on Jimin's cheek, painting it a beet red.

"Watch your damn mouth baby boy," Daehyun grabs his jaw with one hand and squeezes it with a force even stronger than on his first day with him, a few tears begin to blind his vision as they skid down his stinging cheeks, wetting Daehyun's hand. "I don't want to ball gag you even though you'll look good on it, salivating uncontrollably." He gives Jimin another slap, making a thin string of wine red trickle down the corner of his mouth.

"Dirtying my hands with your tears."

But Jimin continues to sob, hoping in vain that somebody, just somebody, will rescue him out of this hell hole.