Dichrome || k.th [COMPLETED]

35| Decalcomania

"ωнαт ιѕ ѕтяσηgєя
тнαη тнє нυмαη нєαят
тнαт ѕнαттєяѕ σνєя αη∂ σтнєя
уєт ѕтιℓℓ ℓινєѕ."

— Dareen

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"How are we doing?" A bright smile plastered your face whilst you movef toward the lethargic boy with the plastic tray in your hands.

He obviously didn't reply. Soreness from having his wrists tied up for thirteen straight hours had intensified, and it was not pleasurable and kinky at all.

He was angry.

You earned a harmless glance, apparently devoid of emotion as Jeongguk quickly reverted his gaze to the scrumptious fried rice in front of him. Though he was afraid you might've somehow intoxicated his food, the doubt wasn't very strong as its mere scent made his mouth water.

"Hungry, hm?" You smiled lightly again before reaching your hands to untie the harsh knots that held his together.

Jeongguk didn't waste the opportunity and managed to push his hunger aside to make a run for the small heavenly door to freedom. Only to have his foot tugged back with a harsh jerk, causing him to stumble and eventually, due to lack of energy, fall onto the floor.

"You thought that you could play tricks on me?"

Your laughter erupted a burst of mortification in the boy, his eyes shooting to a clinked silver cuff that firmly grasped his left ankle.

"When the fuck did you do this?" He growled, his raspy and weak voice not making his tone seem very intimidating. Indigence making the tips of his ears turn red before he vigorously groped the chain and yanked it with all his might - which, then again, wasn't much.

"You can speak?"

Jeongguk had internally admitted his defeat. He couldn't outsmart you, but he wasn't about to accept it aloud anytime soon. "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"...I'm hungry."

You shook your head with amusement, watching the boy at last approach you on his hands and knees.

Scooping rice on the spoon, you drew it to his mouth. The brunette parted his lips slightly, saliva eagerly coating as he welcomed the rice being fed to him. He didn't bother protesting whilst you insisted on feeding spoonfuls yourself. Truthfully, if he weren't in such a desperate situation, he would have kind of liked it.