Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 11.1]

No matter how you looked at it, there was no more saving me beyond that point. I'd grown accustomed to that lifestyle already.

Where could my life even go from there on, right? There were no variables in my life anymore.

Or, typical of me, so I thought.

There were a few nights where I knew I dreamt about something, but couldn't really remember what about. The only thing that directed me towards somewhere was that it became harder to deal with my morning wood. And that led me to the conclusion that I really needed to release my steam. But how, when and where? Jungkook was by my side at all times, I couldn't just go to the toilet, moan the hell out of myself and come back like nothing happened. Also, I personally was the loud type of guy. I knew that it probably will take half an hour to properly please myself once. So I held myself back, and just held myself back. I was too embarrassed to do anything else.

So the next dream... You could say I brought it upon myself.

It was an infamous wet dream.

Yet it being a wet dream wasn't the worst thing about that whole situation. The worst thing was, who was in that dream.

Is that what a Stockholm Syndrome feels like? Was the first thought that came to my mind once I realized that I had a pool of fluids in my boxers that came out from my body against my own will.

Then I slightly panicked, because, hey, Jungkook didn't forget his duty to put me to sleep and as always was laying right beside me.

So I, as carefully as I could, tried to slip out of his hold. I removed his one arm from me... but it soon came back with a stronger force, wrapping around me only tighter.

Well, that sucked. I had to lay like that for some time, sighing and groaning about the bad situation I was in, hoping Jungkook will easen his hold on me.

He woke up instead.

"Hyung, why are you awake?" He asked me with a low, cracking morning voice. Somehow, it just worsened my situation.

I gave him a short glare, then continued to stare at the white ceiling.

"Hyung, are you mad?" He voiced out again and removed his arm from me. "Tae?"

As I got the chance, I shot up from the bed and run to the bathroom as fast as I could, locking the bathroom door after me. It didn't save me from the shame, though, because the front of baby blue pyjama shorts was had a dark stain and Jungkook, without any doubt, saw it.

"Tae?" He called out once again, but this time slightly more hesitantly. "Erm, should I bring you, well, you know. New pyjama? And underwear?"

I didn't answer him. Just wanted to die out of embarrassment, really. And I heard Jungkook unlock the metal door after a few moments, so I knew I was getting those anyway.

I looked down at my miserable state once again, groaned heavily...

That's when it hit me.

I heard Jungkook opening the door. Yet there was no sound of him closing and locking it again.

It took me about a second then to unlock the bathroom door and run towards the metal doors that were left completely open. I took a step through them...

But then some kind of guilt rushed through me. I felt weak and kneeled down at the entrance.

"It's my sole chance to escape," I muttered to myself. "It's now or never."

However, the encouraging didn't work. I knew it was wrong, but my unconsciousness teamed up with my body and chose to stay.

So with my soaked lower half and teary eyed face, I waited for Jungkook at the end of the stairs, feeling like an ultimate baby. Maybe even those were smarter than me.

When he came back, it took him a split second to get down to me. I was hoping him to get mad of me from stepping out of my cell, but instead I received a peck on my forehead. It even made me lift up my eyes, because it was unusual. He had never done this before to me.

I furrowed my eyes in question, but he just smiled at me and scooped me up from the floor with his arms.

"Let me down, I'm heavy and I can walk myself" I whined, because it didn't feel comfortable being carried in someone's arms, plus my small problem was on full display.

"I'm sorry, you probably held yourself back, because I was always here," he answered instead and made me sit on a bench in the bathroom, then opened the faucet to fill the bathtub with water.

I glared at him once again and started taking my clothes off. I unbuttoned the blue pyjama shirt, pulled out my arms from the sleeves, put a finger behind the strap of the shorts...

"Stop," I heard Jungkook say and raised up my eyes at him. He was squatting in front of the bathtub, looking somehow nervous, as if he can't gulp down anymore.

"What?" I asked out of the habit.

"Just stop... don't... undress in front of me, okay? Do it when I leave," he muttered and stood up from his place.

"Woah, well, sorry I don't have a muscular model body like you, it's fine if you can't bear to see it," I blurted out of the irritation. I wasn't sure why, as I had a skinny body my whole life, there were people who have made fun of it before, but I never really got this butthurt about it.

"It's not that," he excused himself.

"When what is it?"

The silence wrapped the room, the only sound in it being the fall of the water into the bathtub.

"I can't tell you," he finally answered.

"What is it you can't tell me? What can be worse than locking a person up in the basement, that you can't tell me, Jungkook!?" I yelled at him. I was embarrassed, frustrated, and now irritated. Guess it all added up and made me lose my control.

"Then tell me why you didn't run away," he sighed deeply and came closer to me, throwing a towel on my naked top half. "Tell me why you didn't run away, because I know you had a thought about it. I could tell by the helplessness in your eyes, you wanted to run away and you tried to, but you didn't. Answer that and maybe I will tell you what I have to say."

At the moment, I didn't know what to say, because I didn't know the reason myself.

"I'll tell you after the bath," I meekly answered, streching my lower lip.

"Sure. Take your time," he smirked and went out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the running water.

I sighed.

Well, everything sure was unexpected. Why did I even think there was no other path my life might take?