Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Eleven

Kim Taehyung

    I feel bad leaving Jungkook to handle that wild reptilian but at the same time I'm glad to be away from him. The thing freaks me out with those mind powers and hellish eyes. I'm sure Jungkook can handle it, though. He's the brightest of us.
     While Captain Kim heads back to the controls, I stop at the human's room, knocking lightly. The door whizzes open and I'm surprised to see Jin awake and staring at me from the bed while the Katarian naps lightly by his side.
     I won't lie—he's cute. Jimin. His humanoid form is simply...too appealing. I shouldn't be thinking such things but I can't help it. I've been drawn to him since the moment we caught him on his planet.
      I hated doing it but had no choice. We do have a mission to complete here whether we like it or not. It's simply too important.
    Clearing my throat, I run my hand down the front of my shirt. "How are you feeling? I'm glad to see you finally up." He'd been unconscious for a long time now.
     "I'm feeling better. Just weak." He admits.
     My eyes continuously travel between the hybrid and the human. I should be more concerned for the human. Not the Katarian. Right. Priorities. "Would you like me to get Jungkook for a checkup?"
     "I can wait. I think I just need a little more rest. I have Jimin to keep me company." He smiles.
     Yes, lucky you. The only words I've received from the beautiful hybrid have been threats. "Well, then." I uncomfortably shift. "Please let us know if you need anything."
      "I will."
     Nodding, I awkwardly let myself out and wander to my room. Sighing, I remove my dirty shirt and chuck it in the Landry bin. My eyes focus unwillingly on the mirror across the room. My pale scars striking against my tanned skin. Scars from battle. From killing and defending.
     I hate them. All are just bad memories for me. I can't help remembering the specific scars I got just after losing my fathers. How they died for me. Suffered severely while I managed to survive. Alone.
     I want revenge...but I also just want it to be over. For our people to be relieved of suffering. For our world to be able to have future generations to keep us going.
Which brings us back to this mission. I can't get caught up in the morality of it all. It's wrong. I know this is. I can feel it and I know Jungkook and even our captain feels the same but it's all out of our hands.
We didn't ask for this. We didn't ask to lose our loved ones. We didn't ask for our world to be destroyed by hatred and jealously and petty wars.
I turn away from the mirror and drop down on my bed, rubbing my face. I'm tired. Really tired. I never really even planned to be a soldier. I was pushed onto the responsibility by my fathers and never protested. I just wanted to make them proud.
Then they both were killed before my eyes. Losing my little brother in the process. It was horrible and I relive that moment every night in my nightmares.
I can't get attached to anyone like that ever again. It's too risky. I never want to go though pain like that again. I wouldn't survive it a second time. No, it's better to soldier on—literally—and keep to myself. Simply following orders and remaining in the shadows where I belong.
I can handle physical pain—it's nothing to me anymore. It's the thought of getting close to anyone again that terrifies me. I'm better off walking alone in this short life. I've been doing it just fine since losing my family. I just have to continue on.

After a shower and a mental pep talk, I change into a fresh pair of slacks and pressed shirt before wandering into the kitchen unit to find a meal. I haven't eaten in nearly two days and soon my body will take a toll.
Rummaging through the fridge, I feel a presence behind me and glance back surprised to the hybrid watching me from the hall. "H-hey." I straighten up, turning to face him. "You hungry?"
He tilts his head, his yellow feline eyes wide and curious while his pink hair is ruffled and cheeks puffy from sleep. God, he looks—don't say it.
"Yes." He hesitantly walks into the room to my side and opens the fridge again. He's very close to me. Too close. Clearing my throat, I put more space between us.
He pauses, biting his lip with one of his cute little canines. "I'm sorry for trying to attack you before. I'm more or less over it now." He says quietly.
"No, it's okay. I understand. Were I in your position I would do the same."
"Would you?"
"Yes." I hate the position we are putting these aliens in but once again—it's out of our hands. Orders are orders.
     "Mhm." He purrs.
     A shiver runs down my spine—one most definitely not of fear. I gulp a little. "Would you like me to make you something? Is Jin hungry?"
     He takes a glass of milk and sips it, all the while watching me as he sits up on the counter top, swinging his smaller legs.
     My eyes immediately fixate on the realization that he's still naked. Fully nude. Pale peachy skin on full display for the ship to see. How had I not noticed that before?! Without thinking about it, I remove my shirt and put it over him.
     "We'll get you some clothes."
     He remains unbothered. "I like being free. I've never really remained in my humanoid form for long. It's...interesting the more things I can do with it."
     I try not to dwell on those 'things'. "Yes, well, it's improper to remain undressed and exposed. You should be covered."
     He smirks. "Do you...like my form?" He glances down at himself, hopping off the counter and slowly turning around, letting my shirt hang open around his shoulders, dwarfing him.
    I cough, looking away. "Your form is...fine."
    He doesn't relent. "Just...fine?" I jerk as his palm hits my naked chest, fingers trailing over the deep scars. His eyes devour me. "I think your form is...fine, too."
     God. Please let a black hole swallow me up. "Jimin, I think—"
     "I think your voice is fine, too." He cuts me off, tilting his head.
     I pause. "Huh?"
    "Your voice. It's nice and deep. Reminds me of home. I miss our deep purrs and growls. I like it." He explains.
    "Well...I like your soft higher voice."
    He smiles. "I know you do."
     Caught. I feel like I'm falling into a trap. And yet I'm more or less okay with that for the moment.