Rehab

Chapter Seven: It was me (FILLER)

     “She has really pretty hair.” A man’s voice rings throughout my ears. I finally wake, but keep my eyes shut.. Listening. “I just wanna touch it..”

     I can hear shuffling in the room beside me and my heart starts beating rapidly, but luckily, before anyone can touch me, I hear another unfamiliar voice speak up. “Jimin, don’t touch her. She isn’t yours.” The voices I hear are all incredibly attractive, I wonder if the faces match the voices.

     As I’m considering opening my eyes, the bed dips down beside me and a hand gently rests on my arm. “Y/N, it’s time to wake up…”

     “Hey! If I’m not allowed to touch her, you aren’t either!” The small voice (Jimin, as I heard him be called) whisper-yells from across the room. I open my eyes just in time to see two men looking down at me. “Look! She’s awake!” The man with plump lips talks with so much enthusiasm, but I can’t help but be terrified.

     The second man, sharp jaw and dark hair, strokes my arm and watches me with a sweet smile. “Mornin’ sunshine!” His smile grows even wider when I sit up and nod at them in greeting.

     “U-Um.. Who are you? And… Where am I?” I ask my questions quietly and clamly. (In these situations, its always better to be kind, respectful, and obedient. You can never tell if someone is going to end up being dangerous in any way.)

     “I’m Jungkook, and this is Jimin. We’re friends of Taehyung’s.” Jungkook is clear and concise when it comes to his explanations and that makes me feel way better. ‘Maybe if I just ask him questions, he’ll give me the answers that I’m looking for!’

     Jimin bounces forward and smiles at me. I can’t help but notice that when he smiles, his eyes disappear. ‘That is so unbelievably cute’. “You have really pretty hair! My hair used to be that color but then I colored it back to brown.” He blabbers on and on like a little kid. “Your eyes are super pretty too! I can see why Taehyung loves you so much!” Jimin bounces again, but this time he moves out of the room.

     Jungkook turns around, looking like he’s about to scold the older boy, but before he can- Jimin is already gone. “I’m sorry about him.. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about most of the time.” Jungkook stands up and sighs heavily. Turning to look at me, he smiles kindly, “But he was right about something- you do have beautiful hair and eyes. Everything about you is beautiful, actually.”

     I go to respond, but there’s nothing for me to say. It’s like my mouth just refuses to do anything for me anymore. I want to refuse and tell him that he’s wrong, but nothing comes out. Is it the fear? Is it shock again? I have no idea. But whatever it is, it’s keeping me from saying anything at all.

     Jungkook’s smile turns into a smirk and he gently grabs my hand, making me stand from the bed I was on. Its a different bed than last time. My brain tries to take in as many details as it possibly can before we exit the room. ‘The walls are light ear tones, the bed was softer than the last one, the floor is clean but the shelves are a mess..’  My brain runs back and forth with information on the room I was just in. The one thing that really sticks with me is the smell. It’s deep and smooth. It’s definitely a man’s cologne. If my nose is correct- It’s deep forest pine mixed with clean linen… And just a touch of jasmine.

     My brain focuses on the smell so much, that I don’t even notice where we’re going. “J-Jungkook Oppa?” I try and get his attention.

     “You don’t have to call me oppa, I don’t really like being called formally like that.” He sends a genuine looking smile in my direction and I smile slightly back.

     I rub my free hand on my pajama pants to remove any sweat before asking my queston. “Jungkook,” I start slowly, “How long was out for?” My voice is smaller and more quiet than I’ve ever heard it before. I don’t feel confident. I don’t feel entirely safe. Because of these things, I will not be raising my voice any time soon, but it’s still so strange to hear myself sound so meek.

     Jungkook turns to look in my direction and smiles, “You’ve been asleep for thirty hours.” He says nonchalantly.

     My mouth hangs open and I look at myself as best I can. My clothes, my hair, I sniff myself and I’m not happy with what I find out. I stink. I haven’t showered since the morning before I came to this place. I must smell really terrible to someone else. Suddenly, a question that was never answered pops into my head. “Who changed my clothes?”

     The tall-glass-of-water of a man thinks for a moment. “Why? Are you hoping that it was Taehyung?”

     “N-No! I just want to know who saw me basically naked!” I shriek in return.

     Jungkook stops walking and turns around to face me. “Why?... Maybe you’re secretly hoping that it was me?” He purrs. Tilting his head, he watches me intensely. His gaze is fierce and his body heat is radiating off of him in waves that attack me as well.

     Jungkook jumps away from me quickly when he hears someone clearing their throat behind him. Sekjin steps out from around the corner and takes my hand from Jungkook’s grasp. ‘What’s with everyone holding my hand wherever I go in this house?’ “It was me who dressed you, by the way.” Jin whispers in my ear as he leads me to a part of the house that I’ve never seen. “And, I didn’t see you basically naked..” He leans in one more time and breathes hot against my neck. “I saw you… entirely naked.”

     My skin crawls and heat radiates throughout my whole body. I try desperately to get away from the pervert. Before I can move at all, he laughs and stops walking one more time. “Calm down, calm down. I was just messing with you. I like guys.” He speaks and I visibly relax. “And girls…” He mumbles under his breath so quietly that I can’t hear it.

     “Well, that’s a relief.” I laugh nervously and brush off the whole conversation.