Nepenthe ~ тαεנιη

Weird dreams

Seokjin let his body fall onto his bed.

He had a weird dream last night.

He didn't like it one bit. But being honest.. the thought kind of made him.. smile?

The dream-

Seokjins eyes blinked open, looking over to the right side of the bed. Was someone supposed to be there? Seokjin got out of bed, slipping in some slippers, and walking out his room, the smell of bacon and pancakes hitting his face, filling his nose with the delicious smell.

"Oh! Your finally up! Good morning darling"

Huh? Who was that?

Seokjin rubbed his eyes a bit, looking up, his eyes widening. V? That kid? What was he doing in his home? And what- is he wearing Seokjins pajamas?

"What? No good morning kiss?"
Taehyung pouted, going over to Seokjin, and before the older even realized it, he had gotten a little peck on his lips.

Seokjin blushed. What was going on? And why did this somehow feel... soothing?

"I made pancakes and bacon- I should Really thank you for teaching me how to cook though Hyung"
Taehyung laughed, taking a peace of bacon off the pan and placing it in Seokjins mouth.

"You slept a lot today- you must be exhausted.. that's okay though... just take a break from your gang stuff and cuddle with me for the rest of the day"
Taehyung winked, making Seokjins eyes widen.

What was going on? Is this.. a dream? Seokjins eyes explored the large kitchen.

"Hyung.. your abnormally quite.. is something wrong- oh.. don't be mad at me for wearing your pajamas.. sorry"
Taehyung pouted once again, giving little puppy dog eyes to Seokjin, which the older couldn't even bare.

"I-umm ahem... I-it's fine.. you look cute"
Seokjin smiled, giving little thumbs up, and Taehyung laughed.

"I love you Hyung"

What?

Butterflies?

No.

Seokjin wanted to grab a knife and kill all those butterflies.

And that sweet dream he once had, vanished when Seokjin woke up in a cold sweat.

Back to present-

"Ugh... disguising..."
Seokjin took a look around the room.
"He hasn't eaten for a day..."

Somehow guilt struck up in his stomach, making its way up to his heart.

"Oh fuck no...."
Seokjin really didn't want to feel bad for the younger, or give him food until he'd agree....

Seokjin stomped down the stairs, to the basement.

"Hey! Idiot!"
Seokjin looked at the chair, of which Taehyung should've been sitting in, and smirked.

"Still didn't escape? Guess your not as smart as I thought babe"
Seokjin laughed, something in his stomach cooking up.

"But- I'm not that heartless to starve you- so I'll feed you for now.. but you better agree or I'm making your life a living hell."
And that was no joke, Seokjin meant what he said.

Taehyung sat there silent, not knowing if he should just go for it or not. Both his legs and abs the rope around his body had been cut off, but he was scared that Seokjin might have some kind of weapon on him.