Jimin. /PJM/

2

The keys.

My eyes glance towards the floor in front of me; my body slumped on the ground as though I've just been thrown to the side.

They sit ahead of me, tempting me to grab them when I know I can take this chance to escape.

But I feel the softness of his figure nearby, his delicate touch only moments away.

An apology. Yet a sense of panic, knowing my heart is racing and my brain is pushing me in different directions. My hand reaches out to grab the keys, but as I pull myself up to stand I feel his grip against my wrist.

A millisecond of touch.

His fingers hang lose around my bone but it's enough to cause an emotional torrent inside of me. Enough to stop me, to stop my freedom.

I feel his hands slide around my waist in the one moment I didn't make a break for it.

He used me once again. How can I criticise when all I am to him is a patient?

I feel myself fall backwards. He slams me to the floor - a wave of shock erupting in my system. His gentle approach is suddenly replaced with aggression and violence.

In a matter of seconds the alarm sounds, he had called for backup. He set the trap and had me walk straight into it.

Why did he want to get rid of me?

What did I do wrong?

---

I'm woken by the sound of the front door locking.

He's back.

In a matter of seconds his figure appears in front of me, his dusk eyes looking at my sleepy ones. Noticing that I've just awoken, he lifts his arm and gestures to the bag of food he's brought back with him. "I told you I'd be back didn't I, baby?"

He makes his way over to me, sitting down beside me and stroking my hair. I sit up gently, his arm wrapping around my waist to support me.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, placing the bag down on the coffee table.

I nod. "You weren't gone long."

"I know, baby, I know how worried you get." a small smile crosses his face, as he presses his lips to my forehead before grabbing the bag in front of him and showing it to me. "See, I got you Chinese - your favourite."

I let out a small gasp.

Chinese?! I'm normally not allowed unhealthy food like that.

"We have to keep it a secret though, baby, you can't tell anyone or else I'll get in trouble." he moves his head downwards so his eyes meet mine.

I nod softly, pulling the bag towards me and smiling. "Thank you."

"It's okay, baby, it might make you feel a bit better, it's been a long day." he pulls out various packets from the bag and places them on the table, peeling off the wrappers and placing them to the side. Out of the bag he pulls plastic cutlery.

Of course there's no normal cutlery in the complex - he said it's to stop another accident from happening. He said there was an accident but I don't remember it.

"After this you can sleep some more, okay? I'll stay with you, I promise." he smiles softly, handing me my cutlery as we begin to eat.

"Can we watch a film?"

A serious look crosses his face, his voice lowering as he warns me, "You know we can't do that."

I pout, making him give me a warning look.

"Baby, you know we can't, you know that's not allowed."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

For a moment we sit in silence, gulping down the sweet and sour food as we get lost in our thoughts.

I watch his face; the soft curves of his nose and lips, silky blonde locks settled across his forehead, his creamy porcelain skin.

I watch as he places his cutlery down moments after I've finished the meal.

He glances over at me softly, "Come on, let's put it away."

We both stand and walk to the kitchen, my eyes drifting over to him as he empties his pockets, looking for a tissue or something.

Placing the packages in the bin, my eyes stumble over the keys - which he walks away from, leaving them on the side near to me.

He didn't even notice.

Thoughts race across my mind, the dream I had replaying in my head at a million miles an hour. I can already feel my body lurching forward, but just as I reach them, feeling my fingers grasp the cold metal, he turns.

His eyes flare with panic, his whole body shifting into attack mode.

I sprint, running out into the hallway, up to the front door, fumbling with the key card in my hand as I run.

I'm too slow. My body gets flung to the ground as his hands grab at mine, attempting to take the keys back.

"GIVE THEM TO ME!" he yells, finally grabbing them and throwing them just out of my reach on the floor. He holds me down, watching me squirming as I flail around, trying to escape his grip. A look of anger floods his face, "Calm down, stop struggling, calm down."

Reluctantly, I tell myself to do as he says. I steady my breathing and pace myself, knowing what's coming next.

The cuffs.

The room.

I can see it all coming in the shades of grey that faze my eye-line. I'm completely out of control, my hysterical breathing and panic pushing me to the edge.

With reluctance he stands, walking towards the cabinet further down the corridor, back towards the lounge area.

My mind travels quickly, something forces me to make a grab for the keys only a metre or so away from me.

I can make it.

I can reach them.

I can run.

I can be free.

My body flings itself forwards, my hand reaching for the key-card again, this time ready to swipe and escape.

At the tinkling of metal against metal I hear his footsteps. Pulling myself up in a matter of milliseconds, I sprint for the door.

I swipe the card, his body only metres away from mine.

Click.

I pull the door open, slamming it shut behind me as I make it out into the hallway, introducing my next obstacle - the facility.