She's Mine || BTS//ATEEZ

His Choice

He led you down a hallway.

What did it look like? You can't tell. Your eyes had been covered, and your hands had been bound but not by force. You had gone willingly when Jimin asked you not to fight.

Yes, he injected something into your neck and brought you to a random location, but something about his soft face and charming voice just made you feel calm. He reassured you that everything was going to be okay and that if you tried fighting that it would not end well.

You believed him.

His small hands led you down this hallway. The only observations you could make was the sound that your shoes made and the temperature of the room. Your and Jimin's shoes made a soft clicking noise indicating a concrete or tile floor. The room was chilly. Not just a little cool but severely chilly. You were physically shivering under Jimin's hand.

You walked not trying to think too hard about the current situation. You had been sucked into a situation that you were not prepared for. You should have just stayed in bed. You shouldn't have tried to make a quick buck.

Speaking of the tattoo, you never got to finish or even sanitize it. That sent a chill down your spine. You took your job very seriously, and to see your hard work just get ruined by lack of care or infection hurt your soul.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a faint scream. You jerked to a stop causing Jimin to tighten his grip. You whipped your head around trying to find the sound again. The scream was so shrill and blood curtailing that it made your stomach twist.

Jimin gabbed your shoulders, but your brain kicked into flight mode. You kicked your legs and started screaming, "Let me go!"

"Calm down or you are going to get in trouble." Jimin hissed. It didn't make you calm. Your nerves were on edge and your eyes started to burn. You bucked your head trying to loosen the fabric around your eyes.

Your feet left the ground. You felt yourself being lifted from the ground and your waist placed on a shoulder. You kicked and yelled for help. Your tied wrists began to burn as they rubbed the ties. 

The loud noise of a lock clicking and old hinges turning silenced you. Your body was trembling. Your adrenaline leaving your body. Leaving you weak and for what? You were still being taken somewhere. Maybe you will be the next one screaming like the one you heard.

Your feet met the ground once again. Jimin grabbing your arms tightly, "Please stop". His voice seemed to be pleading with you. You stopped moving relaxing in his grasp. He sounded scared not for him but for you. You felt his fingers on the back of your head then the fabric around your eyes fell revealing the scene in front of you.

You were in a dark room. The floor was made of old concrete and large concrete columns went from floor to ceiling. The ceiling was about two stories high also made of concrete. The room was mainly lit by long rectangular windows fashioned with medal bars near the ceiling of the room.

You looked over your shoulder to see the man that had lead you to the room. Jimin was untying your hands, but when your arms were released from their restraints, he still kept his hand around your right bicep. 

This was the first time that you noticed, but as he stood beside you. You could see his face clearly in the moon light that leaked through the windows. His skin was a milky white that glistened in the light. His hand around your arm was ice cold. This reminded you of the man in the tattoo shop.

He could sense your eyes on him. He looked at you giving you a reassuring smile. He was as handsome as the other man, but just not in the same way. He was more cute and boyish rather than striking and masculine.