It was around 10 in the morning when Seokjin's eyes fluttered open.
His heart instantly felt heavy when he took a look around the plain room from his spot on the bed. He sighed deeply as his hands rubbed the sleep from his almond shaped eyes. However, he halted his movement when he realized that nothing was bonding neither his hands nor his legs together. Someone must have untied him when he was asleep but he didn't know if he should feel thankful because he shouldn't be here in the first place.
Seokjin ran his hand over his face before standing up. Only to sit back down the next second as dizziness hit him out of nowhere and black spots formed in his eyesight as a result of getting up so suddenly.
He stayed still and closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them and getting up again, slowly this time. He looked at every corner in the room in search for cameras or a voice recorder but couldn't find anything so he took that as an advantage to figure out a way to escape without anyone watching his every move. He wasn't going to waste time while alone.
There was a small window in the room but the view was completely blocked by black window films and what looked like a failed attempt at graffiti. The gray curtains must be there to hide how ruined it looked.
Other than the window, there was a door that leads to a small bathroom. It was too empty and clean, containing nothing unnecessary at all. He washed his face and went back into the room.
There was literally nothing extra in the whole place other than for the small one person couch.
Seokjin wasn't going to lose hope so early. He took a deep breath, placed his hand on door knob of the room and turned it ever so slowly but of course, no luck.
'What did I expect?' Seokjin rubbed his forehead. He was going to sit back on the bed in defeat when something caught his eyes, he quirked an eyebrow at the small brown nightstand next to the bed and wondered how he did not notice it before.
With a few steps, he moved to it. The top small drawer had nothing but cosmetics. It was weird that they would put such things in this room but he gave it no mind and opened the second drawer only to close it a second after he did. It contained various questionable sexual toys and other things that Seokjin would rather not think about. It would do nothing but give him anxiety if he started thinking about what the purpose of these things could be.
He shook his head to erase the image of what he just saw from his innocent mind and went to the only window in the room, busying himself.
It was old, rusty and most importantly locked. He eyed the lock and tried turning it but it did not budge an inch. He tried again only to get the same results, it was as if it's glued in place.
Regardless of it not turning on the first attempts, Seokjin continued to try with all his strength. He could feel the small lock turn slightly in his hand before it turned all the way at once, surprising Seokjin who was just about to let go of it.
Even though what he did was so small. It gave him new hope and strength to continue. Maybe this is going to be his way out. The thought rushed Seokjin to push the rusty window which turned out to be stuck in place just like its lock.
Common knowledge is that rust makes iron weak and he doesn't care if he actually manages to break it as long as he gets to escape.
The window never moved though. It was weird how it just stayed in place as if he wasn't using all of his strength to open it.
Seokjin huffed as he gave himself a rest. He thought that maybe he should try to break the thick glass and get done with it but he was not sure that he's capable of doing that.
It was stupid. To be in a situation like this and try this hard to open a small window. He just realized how desperate he was.
Gritting his teeth, Seokjin tried once again to open it. He was startled when the window made a squeaky sound as it moved, allowing some cold breeze to enter the room and touch his skin. He honestly did not expect it to open this fast but was prepared for a little struggling.
The opening was wide enough for his hand to easily go through. He didn't try to open it wider since he was worried that it'll make the same sound again which might alert the people who took him if they're close.
With one eye, Seokjin looked through the small opening. He saw the blue day sky and the roof of some shorter buildings. His heart instantly dropped. He was on a skyscraper. An apartment building. It eliminated all hope of escaping through the window. He never thought that a spot in the city would be where criminals hid the people they kidnapped. He always thought that they hide in far and abandoned places. A place that is no higher than three floors.
How did they even manage to bring him here without anyone being suspicious? He couldn't understand what they were thinking when they thought of this.
He looked outside again in hope of seeing something that could be used as useful info to know where exactly he is.
There was no sound other than the strong wind hitting the window every now and then. He looked down and saw headlines on buildings, they were too far for him to read though and the ground was barely something he could see. It seemed so far away. He kept on looking but couldn't tell where this place is.
Seokjin gave a long sigh and pushed the window back to its place in anger. He cursed it for going back easily and giving him a hard time in opening it. There was no logic in that.
Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair multiple times and groaned loudly. "What do I do?" His voice trembled along with his lower lip which he bit on. His emotions were all over the place and it was too much to pretend that everything was not getting to him in order to hold himself together. He could not trick his mind into believing that he's fine.
The singer rested his back on the wall and let his body slip to rest on the carpeted floor.
Staying here was not an option but what could a helpless bird do in a locked cage?
Nothing.
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Seokjin didn't know how long he's been laying on the bed. At some point he started counting the seconds as he stared at the ceiling but lost count when the numbers started to get bigger.
He was in middle of staring at the ceiling when the door opened with a click and another unfamiliar man entered the room. He was wearing some tight black pants like the ones Jimin wore on stage and unknowingly destroyed thousands of fans with but that is not what bothered Seokjin. The wide smile did. It creeped him out even though it didn't look malicious.
The man named Midori made his way into the room with fast steps. He sat on the bed right next to Seokjin and huffed like a child would.
"Why aren't you wearing my gift?" He pouted and if Seokjin wasn't in this place, he would have thought he looked adorable. His eyes followed Midori's hand which moved under the pillow and pulled out the gift he mentioned. Only it wasn't something Seokjin would think of as a gift for humans.
"The collar will make you look even more ravishing." His tone was excited as he clicked on the black and silver collar in his hand. He raised it to place it on Seokjin's neck but the singer backed away.
"Come on. It won't bite you."
"No. what the heck?!" Seokjin would never agree to wear a collar like this. It looked like the ones you would put on a pet but much more expensive and neat.
"I'll give you some food if you put it on." Midori tried to convince him.
"Do I look like a dog to you?"
"More like a kitten" He snorted" Come on, you don't have a say in this. Just let me put it on." Midori was getting impatient. "I don't want to hurt you." He pulled out what Seokjin knew is a stun gun from the pocket of his white hoodie and started swinging it around with the same smile he entered the room with, as if he meant the opposite of what he just said.
"So? The easy or hard way? I'll let you choose this time since I'm a nice person." If he wasn't looking, Seokjin would have rolled his eyes. Willing or not, he now knew that he will be forced to wear that thing anyway.
Seokjin stayed silent, He didn't say anything as Midori placed the tight collar around his neck and locked its leather and metal leash with the headrest behind him. The collar had two locks, one that Seokjin could easily undo if he tried and one that needed what looked like a small silver magnetic lock that Midori had with him.
Seokjin didn't understand why he needed to wear this. It wasn't like they were going to take him for a walk outside. It was like locking an animal in one spot in an already locked cage.
"What a good kitten." A small giggle left Midori's mouth just as the door of the room opened once again. Seokjin's eyes landed on Red with a glare before he saw the person who followed. He had to focus his eyes to make sure he's seeing things right. Same face, same hair and same skin tone. Seokjin didn't expect for twins to work in something like this together.
"Midori. You don't have work to do?" His voice was at least something that is totally different from Midori. It sounded deep like Taehyung's.
"No Kuro. Everything was done yesterday" Midori stood up. Seokjin knew enough Japanese to know that Kuro meant black and that Midori meant green. It seemed that they named themselves after colors. He wondered how many more colors he's going to memorize the faces of in this place.
With an amused look, Red approached Seokjin "That's a nice collar you got there princess." He slowly extended his hand towards Seokjin and placed his long fingers around his neck as his index finger felt around the leathered black collar. Seokjin stiffened when the cold hand touched him. His first reaction was to slap it away but instead he clenched his fists, stopping himself from moving as Red's words from the first time he woke up flooded in his mind. He knew better than to say or do anything that could be considered out of line with three men against him. He wasn't going to risk it now.
The hand on Seokjin moved from the collar to his collarbone, meeting the fabric of his white RJ pajamas.
"How childish." He let go of Seokjin and eyed him from head to toe before he moved to sit on the couch and crossed one leg over the other.
"Strip" An order, a simple word made the singer freeze as the blood in his veins ran cold. Did he hear it wrong? He wished he did but Red's voice was loud enough for him to hear. His body stayed still. Not matching the way his pupils danced. Not settling on one spot as his mind worked on figuring out what the right thing to say or do is but failing in coming up with something.
Kuro looked at Red after a while of silence and opened his mouth the moment their eyes met "Do it or I'll make you."
There was no way in hell that Seokjin would just obey. He was never comfortable in showing what his clothes covered to anyone so how do you think he would react if people with twisted minds told him to strip in front of them?
As Seokjin felt conflicted on what to do, Kuro rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of his shirt harshly. He would have ripped the shirt if Seokjin's trembling hands didn't hold his stronger ones, stopping him "No! No! I'll do it."
"Don't test our patience. Once, twice but we won't be telling you the order a third time. Get used to this life." Red was the one to speak.
To say that Seokjin hated this was an understatement. It was bigger than that but what good can feelings do when you're in a situation like this? They were only giving him a harder time in doing what they ordered.
With burning gazes on him, seokjin had no other choice but to slowly work his trembling hands onto unbuttoning the shirt he's wearing and sliding it off his shoulders and body.
Tears welled up in Seokjin's eyes as he hesitantly took off his pants. His ears and cheeks were going red. Not from shyness but from humiliation. He did not dare look up at anyone in the room and hugged his bare chest in silence as he hoped that they wouldn't comment on the last piece of cloth he's wearing.
Luckily they didn't.
Seokjin flinched when Kuro's hand ran down his back in a swift move before a bag was thrown next to him on the bed.
"Wear this." The puffs of warm breath on Seokjin's ear sent shivers down his body.
Seokjin glanced inside the bag on his side and pulled the folded clothes out. He looked between what he had in his hands and the three other men in the room as if asking with his eyes if he really needed to wear this.
"First day is always makeover day, you need to look more like the real you." Red grinned. He was enjoying himself just by watching the show Seokjin was making for him with his open emotions. He could easily read him with his sharp eyes which never left him.
Wearing something is better than nothing. With that thought, Seokjin swallowed the lump in his throat along with his pride and started putting on the black vest in his hands. It had only three buttons. Barely covering his chest. The black pants were no different. Not exactly pants but short shorts that almost showed his boxers above fishnet tights.
He felt disgusting.
It's been less than 24 hours and they're already making him do things he would naturally never agree on doing.
The low whistle Red made, managed to make Seokjin fell even more uncomfortable not only in what he's wearing but also in his own skin. He closed his glassy eyes and hugged his chest once again. He felt ashamed that the fear which kept on touching his skin was controlling him.
He never knew he was this weak.
He felt pathetic.
A click was heard, a familiar one that made his breath hitch and his head to snap up. He saw Midori holding a camera that's directed towards him.
Seokjin almost jumped unconsciously at the man to get it but Kuro held his extended wrist in a painful grip before he could do anything.
"I don't think you mind a few nice pictures."
"No! What are you going to do with it?"
"That's none of your concern." Red's voice was deep.
"But-" Seokjin tried.
"What did I say about speaking when not given permission to? Have you forgotten already?"
Seokjin's breath was going hard. What if they posted the picture on social media? What if the members, the company and his family saw him like this? He would never be able to look them in the face ever again if he gets out of here. It would ruin him.
"Please." He was hesitant. His eyes down cast. Fixed on his trembling hands "Just...don't show it to anyone." His voice was small.
Red didn't seem angered by the break of the rule he just reminded Seokjin of. In actuality, no such rule existed. It was just something to make Seokjin submit faster and for Red to feel the pleasure of being in control.
"We'll see about that." He smirked. The picture had many purposes but posting it on social media was never one of them.
"Move on Kuro."
Seokjin saw the addressed man pull a small black plastic bag from his pocket but he couldn't see the contents of it due to the color.
"Alright." Kuro pushed Seokjin to lay down on the bed instead of his sitting position and straddled him.
"What are you doing?!" Panic sipped into Seokjin's body as Kuro held both of his hands over his head in a single strong grip.
"Relax. I'm just going to give you some pretty piercings." Kuro rolled his eyes and unbuttoned the vest Seokjin put on a few minutes ago.
"I don't need piercings! Get off me!" Seokjin struggled and kicked around but the man didn't seem to be bothered. He was rather enjoying the helpless act of defense and smiled before he licked at one of Seokjin's nipples as his free hand played with the other, making Seokjin shudder at the touch as more tears gathered in his eyes.
Kuro was toying with the singer. He knew he was being extra but he enjoyed influencing fear more than anything and the way he could feel Seokjin's heart beat at an unnatural pace against his hand was making his blood rush.
"Please! Stop!"
And kuro stopped. Not because Seokjin asked him to but that he managed to do what he wanted which was to get his nipples somewhat perky. Seokjin yelped and closed his eyes in sudden pain that only lasted for a few seconds before it was there once again. He kept on taking deep breaths to calm his nerves and prevent his tears from falling.
"See? Not so bad, you should have just relaxed." Kuro chuckled as he let go of Seokjin. He handed him tissues to clean the small drops of blood caused by the piercings.
Seokjin clenched the tissues in his hand and sat up. This was ridiculous. He's stuck with a bunch of psychopaths. Dressing him up like a toy and acting like they have authority over him. He had never in his life seen people like this or rather never thought that he would be in a situation like this.
"Look at you. The real you. A pretty slut." Red laughed as if he just said a joke and stood up "I can already smell the money." He ruffled Seokjin's hair before moving to the door and leaving without saying any more words.
Kuro followed silently and Seokjin was left alone with Midori once again.
"You really look different now." Midori rested his back on the wall near the door "You know, you're really strong. I kind of admire that but I do hope you get used to this life faster than later. It will be for your own good." He held the doorknob "And I'd like to see how your walls would break." He smiled and finally Seokjin was all alone with his thoughts. Ones that will either destroy the strong singer.
Or break him.
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