Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Six

Kim Seokjin

I'm anxious for some reason as I sit on the medical cot waiting for...I don't know. The captain to return, I guess. I know he left hours ago with that Taehyung guy to get another one. Another captive, I should say.
I don't know if I'm more upset about someone else getting dragged into this also or a little relieved I'll have someone to talk to. Then again, I've never met any other aliens so he may not even speak my earth language. I shudder at the possibilities.
I kick my legs nervously, watching as Jungkook moves about in the room, putting more fluids in the IV hooked up to my arm. I grimace at the sting. The liquid is silver. I don't like it at all. Is he filling me with metal?
My gaze snaps up when the portal door opens and a sweaty, bloody, and breathless Namjoon stalks into the room with his exhausted looking soldier behind. Both are in basically the same rough condition.
Behind them, they drag a large cage and I'm shocked by the terrifyingly small but hellish creature in it. What is that?!
I gasp as Jungkook quickly reaches inside and injects the tiny rabid beast forcing him to transform into a shivering naked humanoid boy. The only thing that doesn't change is his yellow slitted feline eyes. He growls, eyes glowing. His hair is weirdly pinkish orange like his fur.
I shiver. I can't help it. He may be small but the wild exotic feral movements get to me. I scoot a little farther away from him.
Taehyung kneels down beside the cage, eyeing the boy. He then looks back up at Namjoon. "He's injured. His hands and side are bleeding."
Namjoon nods. "We'll have to restrain him while Jungkook takes a look." His eyes roam over to me, pausing in surprise. I guess he didn't notice me.
Clearing my throat, I slide off the cot. "I'll just go to my room..."
He nods. "Very well. Are you feeling better?"
I nod, looking away. He makes me uncomfortable for some reason. "M'fine." I make my escape before I hear a loud growl and the sound of struggles from the room behind. I'm guessing they released the beast.
I lock myself in my room and rub my sore arm where Jungkook removed the IV. I feel cold inside. Like ice is running through my veins.
The grunts and yells from outside scare me so I huddle on my bed, hoping that little demon can't tear through my door. His eyes unnerve me. Will haunt me.

     About two hours later, I'm awoken from my nap by the sound of my door opening. Namjoon walks in and I immediately notice the huge scratches on his face and arm. That little cat thing got him good.
     "W-What happened?"
     Shaking his head, he grunts, wiping his cheek absentmindedly. "He wasn't easy to subdue. Got a lot of fight in him. He's feisty. It wasn't easy to get him calmed down. Jungkook had to tranquilize him."
      I feel instant pity for the poor thing. He doesn't deserve any of this just like I don't. I wonder how cognitive he is, if he understands what's happening to him...
     "A-are you going to take care of that?" I point up at his bleeding face.
     He shrugs. "It's not that big of a deal. It will heal. I told Jungkook to go on to bed."
    Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm without thinking and drag him back to the clinic. My body working on autopilot. The hybrid cat-boy...thing is sleeping in his cage and the room is dark.
     "This isn't necessary—"
     "Hush." I push him onto the cot and rummage through Jungkook's medical supplies. I'm not a doctor but I can do the basics. I find some kind of cooling antiseptic and gauze, dropping them to the side.
     I turn back to the sink area and grab a cloth, filling it with soap and water. Without a word, I begin cleaning his face gently. Its deep and has to hurt badly but he doesn't even flinch.
     I shift uncomfortably close to him, cleaning the wound before covering it with sticky gauze patch. His dark eyes follow my every movement.
     I nod towards his arm. "I need to get that, too."
     Eyes never straying from my face, he reluctantly begins slowly unbuttoning his uniform. My mouth goes dry. I expected him to just roll up his sleeve but he removes the whole shirt.
      Holy shit.
      Then I see why.
     The hybrid got him all over his chest and shoulders and arms. Swallowing hard, I go back for more supplies and begin studiously cleansing each wound starting from his forearm up to his chest.
     My hands shake as I run the cloth and antiseptic over his chest, feeling his hot breath fanning my face. I find it hard to breathe for some reason.
     "Are you alright?"
     "Huh?" I shake myself out of my weird...whatever this is.
     "You stopped breathing. Are you alright? Does blood bother you?"
     Embarrassment reddens my cheeks as I drop the bloody cloth and begin covering him with the gauze. "I'm fine."
God, what's wrong with me? I've never thought of another man like this—I don't even like men but there's just something about Kim Namjoon that draws me to him. Some kind of magnetic thing that attracts me to him.
      I finish up my handiwork and smile, finally looking up only to find him already watching me. Still. I get trapped in his gaze. "I'm..uh, I'm done." Stumbling with my words. Stepping back, I wring my hands. Unsure what to do now. God, I'm awkward.
      Why did I even bother doing this? He has a doctor to take care of him. Why did I have to do this? I don't know the answer...
     I flinch, coming back to myself as Namjoon jumps off the cot and balls his shirt up, his arm muscles flexing under the gauze.
     I look away, now uncomfortable for another reason entirely. "Well, um, I'm going back to my room."
     I turn to flee but he stops me by grasping my elbow. I refuse to look back at him—instead focusing on the sleeping feline in the corner, making sure my body is facing away from the captain. Maybe my stupid ass should be locked in a cage. I obviously have no control...
      "Jin..."
     "Mhm?"
     "Are you still upset with me? About earlier."
     I try to think back to our last conversation. Ah. Yes. My impending doom of becoming a breeder. Right. God that sounds like a weird low budget porno.
     I tug on my arm lightly but his grip tightens. "Do you expect me to just get over that?" I ask quietly.
     He hesitates. "I'm sorry. Truly. You do not have to forgive me and I have no right to ask anything of you but.."
      I glance back, jerking my arm free. "You don't." Sighing, I scowl. "What else do you want from me?"
     "Could you...speak to the hybrid when he wakes? Comfort him and make him feel welcome here. I think he'd like that."
      I look at him like he's insane. "I'm sorry, what?!"
     Lips twitching, he glances at the sleeping figure. "He's not bad, Jin. He's just scared. He can understand your language. Katarians are very smart creatures. Could you possibly make friends with him? I believe you both could use such."
     He's not wrong but I don't appreciate that he's guilting me into it. I was even thinking about this very thing earlier. I glare at his perfectly chiseled chest, my eyes tracing the faded scars on his flesh. Somehow it makes him seem more attractive.
      "I guess...I could do that."
     He smiles and it takes me aback. Two deep dimples pop out of his cheeks. Oh my god...I've never...never seen such a more gorgeous smile on someone before. He should smile more.
     He bows. "Thank you." Walking over to the sink, he checks out his face and gauzed chest. "And thank you for fixing me up. I appreciate it."
     Licking my lips, I nod, slowly backing out of the room. I need to get away from him. He makes me feel things I don't want to feel. He's an alien. He's my captor. He attacked me and took me away from my world against my will.
     He's going to leave me to a new world of men to use me to populate his world. Why the hell did I just help him? I should have let him bleed out.
     Shaking my head, frustrated at myself, I stomp to my room and flop down face first on my bed. My fingers still tingling from touching his heated skin. My body still thrumming with...attraction.
      My god, I'm pathetic.