Tomorrow│YM

[02] Kidnapped

"Take me home," Jimin spoke calmly from the passenger seat of Steve's douchemobile.

His date's eyes widened. "What? Why?" his voice feigned innocence as his grip on the parking break tightened.

"Fuck off, you know why," Jimin scoffed.

"Is this about that bougie hipster train wreck of a restaurant? Common, the service was awful. I did them a favour."

"Take me home anyway, Steve."

Steve sighed in resignation.

Jimin flinched when Steve placed his hand on the back of the passenger headrest. He relaxed, however, when Steve smoothly reversed out of the parking space and began to drive in the direction of Jimin's apartment with two hands firmly on the wheel.

Everything was going fine until they missed the turn off. Jimin snapped his head towards the other, trying to determine if it was an accident. Judging by Steve's white knuckles and ugly frown, it wasn't.

"Steve, what the fuck? Take me-"

"I overreacted, okay? I'm sorry," Steve interrupted, his voice pitched upwards.

Jimin swallowed, realizing he may have misjudged the extent of Steve's penchant for malfeasance. "Thank you for the apology, but I would still like to go home," he said carefully, not wanting to trigger a new outburst.

"But I was looking forward to finally showing you my place, babe." Steve whined. "I have a surprise for you and everything! You love cats, right?"

"You bought me a cat?!" Jimin cried. The mere thought made him livid.

"What? No! I didn't buy you a cat! Just- just wait five minutes we're almost there. I'll show you the surprise and then I'll take you home if you want. We don't even have to have sex or anything."

"We don't even have to have sex? Since when did I ever have-"

"That's not what I meant!" Steve interrupted again, increasingly desperate. "I fucked up. I know I fucked up. Just give me a chance to make it right. I know if I take you home now I'll never see you again. Please Jimin, just give me a chance. I really fucking like you."

Jimin looked at Steve incredulously. He couldn't be serious, could he? His mind raced a mile a minute, assessing all the possible directions the evening could go. Approximately fifty percent of them ended with his body being found in a ditch. He really wasn't a fan of those odds.

"You're being really fucking sketchy right now and I don't like it," he finally breathed, keeping his venom in check. All he needed was for Steve to calm the fuck down so he could get out of the situation in one piece.

"I know, I know. I promise you, no funny business. I just want to talk. To explain myself. I won't even touch you. Look, that's my driveway right there."

They pulled up in front of a modern house. It wasn't a mansion by any means, but it looked expensive as hell. Large glass windows provided a glimpse inside the living room, which was tastefully furnished in a how-could-anyone-think-this-is-comfy kind of way.

Steve got out of the car and jogged around to the passenger side to open the door. Jimin looked up at him from his seat, studying his face for any indication that his intentions were more violent than he was letting on.

"I'm texting Taehyung," he announced, pulling out his phone while scrutinizing the man's reaction.

To his surprise, Steve softened. "Go ahead, babe. I want you to feel safe. I just want to talk."

Jimin scowled, knowing he was being manipulated. "I'll meet you at the door, then." he said through clenched teeth.

Sighing, Steve nodded. Slowly he walked over to the entry of the house and sat down on the steps to wait.

Jimin
[location shared]
send help if you dont hear from me in 30min

Taehyung
what the fuck?!?!

Jimin
i want to break up with steve
but he's being an ass about it
and kinda kidnapped me?
i'm outside his place rn
he wants me to go in and hear him out
then he'll take me home

Taehyung
don't go in there!

Jimin
i think it'll be fine?
just send help if you dont hear from me
i'll text you

Taehyung
fuck that!
jimin!
...
at least CALL so i know it's you

Jimin
ok i'll call

Reluctantly, Jimin left the car and headed towards the house. He pulled on his coat, to make it clear he wasn't going to get comfortable in Steve's home. He paused a few yards away, observing the other man as he stood, sizing him up in a way he never had before.

Steve was fit, but he wasn't built like a brick house or anything. While Jimin was submissive in bed, he wasn't a fragile waif either. Sure, Steve was a few inches taller, but if comparing the two based solely on their muscle mass, the men were fairly evenly matched.

That was to say, Jimin could probably take him - if it came down to that. At least Jungkook had taught him how throw a punch earlier this year.

"You won't touch me," Jimin reiterated.

"Not a finger. Not unless you want me to," Steve replied. Jimin had to admit he sounded sincere.

Armed with that relatively comforting thought, he closed the distance and followed Steve through the oversized front door.