Kidnapped(Jikook)

Chapter 6:

In the cabinet Jimin gripped the knife's handle harder, pointing it up. From a slim sliver of light he could see it shine almost early. Closing his eyes he removed his other hand from his mouth and wrapped it around the handle as well. Gasping quietly he instinctively dropped the knife creating what seemed to him at leat like a deathing thud.

His eyes flew open as he eyed the knife then the large cut. Damn it! You Idiot! He mentally he scolded himself. What the hell is wrong with you! He shuffled to bring his injured hand to his chest.

Jungkook stopped abruptly at the sound of shuffling that came from the kitchen. A grin coming across his face.

The flashlight from his phone eliminated off the shiny counters. “Baby.” He cooed, rounding the island.

Squeezed his eyes shut. His frame shaking violently. Reaching for thr knife he noticed it had somehow gotten stuck under the drainage pipe. Fuck. Im so screwed! His eyes start to tear up.

Jungkook could feel the wet liquid under his feet. Eyes softening as he turned the light onto the small puddle of blood that was being fed from a creak in the cabinet. “Baby.” Jungkook says softly opening the cabinet to see the youngers trembling frame. Jungkook sighed setting his phone down on the counter well crouching to the smaller’s level.

Jimin pushed himself to the side of the cabinet clutching his hand tighter.

Jungkook slowly reaches forward, but Jimin still flinches as Jungkook grabs his arm and pulls him onto his lap. “What did you do to yourself?”

Jimin’s lower lip trembled as he threw his arm back in a futile attempt to get away. “Baby, stop you're hurt.” Jungkook cooed, his voice strained through his clenched teeth as he readjusts Jimin so he could stand up.

Jungkook set the boy on the counter turning to the cupboards and pulling out a fuzzy rag. Jimin could hear the water rushing out the pipe. The fact that this man not only broke down his front door but seems to know his kitchen like the back of his hand didn't help ease the miles per minute his brain was running.

Jimin slipped his feat onto the ground. Jungkook wrapped his arms around the Jimin’s waist. “Shh, just let me clean it, okay?”

Jimin slowly looked up to meet the masked face. It was a beautifully crafted black bunny mask that seemed to fit the faded mark of the man's cheekbones. He held in the urge to gulp and nodded slowly.

Jungkook smiled, dabbing the damp cloth gingerly onto the cut. “How did this happen?”

Jimin just stared at the ground trying to avoid his eyes causing Jungkook to sigh.

“Stop being scared of me.” Jungkook raised his hand, rubbing the palm of his hand to his check.

“I'm not.” Jimin muttered with a small pout.

Jungkook chuckled, “then why did you hide, sweetheart?” Jimin just frowned, watching Jungkook's hands as they wrap the gauze around his hand, when did he get that? Jimin wondered.

Jungkook was now sitting on the couch, Jimin’s back pressed against his chest as he watched the colorful images fly over the screen. Jungkook sighed blissfully, trying not to dwell on how stiff the younger was, afterall, he was slowly letting down his guard. Maybe he was just getting use to him? Yeah that had to be it.

Jungkook glanced at the yonger’s face, his eyes were fluttering close as his breathing evened out. Jungkook couldn't help but think that he looks so peaceful. His eyelashes pressed against his milky skin. Jungkook pecked his forehead lovingly before picking him up to set him on his bed. "Soon Angel," he whispered.