Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Fifteen

Jeon Jungkook

Why are you just standing there.
"Why aren't you phrasing that like a proper question?"
Yoongi tilts his head. "Did I need to? We both know why."
I scowl at the reptilian. "Then why bother to ask or say anything at all!" Infuriated.
Impatience.
I resist the urge to deck the alien, opting instead to take a deep calming breath and open the hatch leading to outside the ship. Fully suited up, I step out and admire the freedom of being out of our cramped quarters.
As the medic, I'm not usually the one they send to fix engineering problems but at the moment my skills are the best solution. Yoongi steps out behind me, his wild narrowed slitted snake eyes roaming over the deserted moon.
Why is he with me, you may ask?
He refuses to acknowledge anyone else but me. Won't follow any other rules but mine. Except he doesn't follow mine, either! He's got a mind of his own and uses it freely quite frequently. Annoyingly so.
The drugs I gave him to alter his DNA has been slow to take but his body is finally beginning to change. To accept our mix. I know he notices the differences in his body but won't comment or answer any of my questions about them. Only tests allow my answers.
"Do you have to just stand there all creepily and watch me?" I huff, trying to focus but it's hard with his yellow eyes on me.
You like my eyes on you.
"No, I don't!" Snapping, I glare at him. "I'm trying to focus."
      You missed a bolt.
Cursing, I spin on my heel ready to tell him off but gasp in surprise when I find him not by the entrance but mere inches from my face.
"God! Why do you d-do that!" I slap my hand over my chest, shaking.
He grasps my chin in a tight grip, tilting my head up and to the side a bit. His eyes flittering.
Sit. I'll repair it. He pushes me gently to the ground and steps around me, picking up my tools and quickly repairing the tears in the ship.
      I zone out. In what could be minutes or hours, Yoongi returns to my side and holds out a hand. Hesitantly I take it and stand, dusting my suit off. "Done already?"
       He nods. Incompetence is nonexistent to us.
      Annnnd. The asshole is back. I scowl. "I'm not incompetent!" It comes out more as a whine. "Why am I so riled by you, anyway!" I ask—more to myself than to him. Doesn't matter since he can get into my mind anyway.
       His eyes are full of amusement but there's also a softness in them. "Did I say you were incompetent?"  
      I open my mouth to reply but pause. No. No, he didn't. "Well...". 
     Shaking his head, he begins walking back to the ship. I follow after him, my suit heavy and too bulky to walk properly. I practically have to hop on the low gravity plane like a damn bunny after him. It's humiliating as he walks normal and with ease.  
      Once back inside the ship, I latch and seal the hatch before immediately stripping off the heavy and hot suit, fanning myself in just my tee shirt and underwear.
      I'm covered in sweat already. Peaking up, I stare as Yoongi slips out of his suit and tucks it back up. His own attire borrowed from my closet. It's weird seeing my clothes on him. They hang off his smaller frame quite amusingly.  
      If only his mind matched his petite body...
     I'm not allowed to stare but you are?
     I can practically hear the smirk on his mouth as he's still turned away from me. God. I loath him. I turn my head sharply, embarrassed at getting caught. "I wasn't...I mean..." My cheeks heat up.
      "I don't mind your eyes on me." He says casually. As if the thought of me oogling him does nothing for him either way. Am I relieved or irritated about that?
      Mad.
     "Get out of my head!"
     Simply stating the answer to the question you desperately seek. Thought I was being helpful.   
     "You are the farthest thing from helpful!" I stalk away from him, needing space. I turn to slam my bedroom door in his face but he slithers past me too quickly and inside before I can do anything.
      I growl. Violence is not in me but he just provokes me so much. Why do I have I deal with this?!
      He plops down on my bed and pats the seat beside him. Sighing, I give it up and sit down.
     Can I ask you something?
     "You are going to ask it regardless of my answer."
     He pauses. Very well. His hand slips into my knee. Why haven't you told your shipmates the truth?
      I tense. Fear creeping into my chest. "W-What?" Please no...
     You can bare children, yes? You have the capability. Why haven't you alerted the captain of this miracle immunity?
     I hesitate, not wanting to speak up. It's a huge deal. I've lied through my teeth to get this position. To be sent away from our home planet to save myself and my body. To save my future chances at a family. Selfish. I didn't want to die such a horrible death.
      If I was to admit to being fertile and able to carry, they never would have let me leave. They would have quarantined me until the toxins invaded my system and destroyed me. All in hopes of experimenting on my immunity.
      I'm not really immune, I think, but lucky. I was never in contact with any toxins or air spores as I lived alone and without partner. Never got out much. I managed to last through the last wave of deaths, stealing away on the ship leaving our planet.
      I say none of this but I know he understands it all.
     I see. He squeezes my knee, sliding his hand up my thigh. I will not speak of it to anyone.
      I wipe a tear as it falls from my eye, glancing at him. "Why not?"
      He shrugs. I have my loyalties and at the moment they belong with you just as I expect your loyalties.
My body tenses. "W-What exactly do you want from me?" Apprehension shivering throughout my entire body.
Yoongi's yellow eyes are calculating as he trails his gaze over me. The time will come. I need something from you. You will give it to me.
I swallow hard at the precise mental tone. The directness as he continues to gaze at me expectantly. "O-Okay. Please keep my secret."
He squeezes my thigh. You can trust me.
No, I don't think I can.