Closer and closer Jimin brought his plump lips to Jungkook's neck. His fangs sharpened at the sight of the vulnerable boy and his red glowing eyes deepened. But just as his lips were inches away from the boy's tender and warm skin, Jimin hesitated and pulled away in seconds.
"What am I doing? I can't do this to you... if I wanted to taste you, I would ask Seokjin to extract blood from you at once... like every other night, but I can't imagine giving this curse to you... not here... not now... not ever... it's my burden to carry," Jimin whispered to himself and sat up to look over the boy. "Please remember me... my sweet, fierce, little raven...please remember...us..."
When the sun rose on a new day; Jungkook's eyes opened to the same designs engraved onto the walls and ceiling. Jungkook ran his hair back and sat up with an exhale. This time, he was feeling a lot better; he was able to rest as if no other nightmares haunted him soon after. For the first time he stayed in this hotel, he was able to rest well and get up feeling better compared to the other mornings he's had before.
Jungkook sat up and stretched as he looked around in the empty room. Nothing more caught his attention but the tray sitting on the bedside table; holding a cup of cold orange juice and a breakfast sandwich with eggs and crisp bacon set within it. Jungkook kept staring at the tray and let out an exhale before remembering that he was trapped in one place.
"I'm still here..." Jungkook thought and finally looked up to the window concealed with wooden boards. "I miss the outside... for once, could I just see it?" the boy questioned himself. In silence, he remained sitting over the wide bed until he heard a sound that called his focus onto the doorway to the kitchenette. Suddenly, Jimin stepped in wearing his usual white dress shirt, black slacks with black suspenders over the shirt and matching classic shoes. Jimin combed his hair back and stepped into the main room where Jungkook remained sitting over the bed.
"Good morning, Jungkook. Did you sleep well?" Jimin asked plainly; hiding his hands behind his back and displaying his straight posture. "You seem to be getting better..." the mysterious man whispered and deepened his gaze onto the boy.
"I feel a lot better..." Jungkook answered and rubbed his eyes right after. "Where did you...sleep? Did you sleep right here...?" Jungkook wondered and listened to Jimin let out a chuckle.
"Why? Does that bother you?" Jimin asked and stepped in closer to see the boy avert his eyes so suddenly. "I slept right there... don't worry, I didn't do anything so there's no reason for you to be so afraid of me," assured the man and pointed to the spot right by Jungkook. "It is my bed after all..."
"I-I don't have a problem with that...'' Jungkook answered and held his own hands carefully and began to fidget with them. It was the same and familiar tick that always tended to tease the boy when Jimin was around; the uncertainty and unfamiliarity ticked around Jungkook and made many questions long to spew onto the surface. "I... I didn't hear you come in last night, Jimi- I mean... 'Master'..." the very sound of those words rolling off his own tongue caused him to shudder uncomfortably. Yet, he knew he had to address Jimin like this since he was more afraid of knowing what this man could truly do to him when he least expected it.
"I had business to attend to. Just so you know, I don't really spend much time here. I have many things to do every day. But I do return to you when I can just so I could make you something to eat. I don't want you to starve here..." Jimin assured and stood right beside the boy, gazing at him as his brown eyes didn't seem to blink even once!
"Why... Why do you care so much about me? Am I a pet to you?" Jungkook asked as Jimin only smirked and then shifted his attention over to the tray with the breakfast sitting right over it.
"You're not a pet to me, Jungkook. I just don't want to make you suffer. I have you locked up here under one condition, but that doesn't mean I want to kill you in the worst way possible. However, just don't get on my bad side and you will be alright," Jimin assured in his raspy and gentle whisper before petting Jungkook's head and watching the boy hold his breath and gulp. "So nervous... so afraid and vulnerable..."
"Please... don't touch me..." Jungkook whispered and closed his eyes. "I-I'm scared... please..."
With that being said, Jimin rose a brow and then pointed the boy's face to his; looking into his helpless gaze with his own peering eyes. Jungkook finally looked into the eyes of such a mysterious and questionable man for more than two seconds. In a way, he couldn't tell what it was, but Jimin's eyes longed to tell a story but was further silenced and locked away behind this dominant and scary demeanor. No matter how hard Jungkook looked at the boy, he couldn't tell why he was so afraid of him even knowing the lighter parts to this dark soul.
"Scared? Why are you so scared of me, Jungkook?" Jimin questioned and gave him a smirk. "I wouldn't harm a fly..."
No matter what Jimin said, Jungkook felt even more afraid after Jimin tried to comfort him with words like that. It was as if those words only carried lies with twisted and terrifying meanings Jungkook only longed to know.
"Do you... remember something? Is that why you're scared of me?" Jimin asked and worry began to fill the windows to his hollow soul instantly. This left Jungkook to slightly shake his head and only continue to look at the man longer. Feeling his anxiety deteriorate the more he looked at Jimin in silence.
"I told you... I don't remember a thing..." Jungkook whispered and suddenly looked away, breaking the longest connection they shared. When they looked into each other's eyes, it was as if the world around them didn't exist. Jimin knew Jungkook noticed the same thing but only pulled away once his anxiety came knocking onto the door to his endless thoughts.
"Right..." Jimin replied and pulled away from the boy. Walking away and keeping his distance so Jungkook wouldn't notice the many things he kept hidden.
"Why is your hand... so cold..?" Jungkook finally asked and softly touched his chin; where Jimin would always tend to hold him by. "I think... you touched me at some point in my sleep last night. I felt colder than usual..."
"My hand is just cold... that's all," Jimin answered and disregarded the next question. "Speaking of which, please eat your meal before it gets cold. After that, I won't be here to cater to you any further," Jimin answered and looked at the boy once more. "I will be gone again handling business."
"Can't I retrieve any clothes from my room?" Jungkook asked and looked up at the man once more. For some odd reason, after his eyes captured a long gaze at the man, he couldn't help but to look again to really recognize his captivating features. From his beaming brown eyes; holding its usual red flare, to his plump red lips, Jungkook wanted to take a long time staring at this man before his gaze would pull away the next second.
"If you look into the drawers, you will find some of my clothes that will fit you for sure. There's many to choose from."
"I don't want to wear your clothes... I want to wear my own," Jungkook bickered into a whisper and heard Jimin's footsteps approach the bed once more. Suddenly, the man towered over the boy and made Jungkook lean back until his body was pressed against the bed.
Carefully, Jungkook tried to steady his uneasy breathing and his gaze latched onto Jimin once again. His heart pounded curiously while Jimin towered over his trembling body, planting his gloved hands over the weak lamb's head to sustain his body and keep it on top of the boy.
"Jungkook... you will listen to every word I tell you, do you understand? Wear what I have here... if I find you outside in the hallway..." Jimin whispered into a growl and cut himself off so suddenly. "Don't let me catch you outside of this room, do I make myself clear?"
"I...I..." Jungkook stuttered and turned his face away to let out a sharp exhale.
"You...?" Jimin questioned, longing to hear Jungkook complete his sentence as he kept his gaze locked onto the boy. Slowly he leaned in, pointing Jungkook's focus back onto him with the slight turn of the boy's chin and caused Jungkook to hold his breath at the sight of Jimin like this. "Finish the sentence for me, Jungkook... I don't like it when you stop midway."
"I understand..." Jungkook whispered and with that, Jimin dragged his hand down Jungkook's shoulder, to his chest, and quickly caressed the underside of his chin before he pulled away. Leaving Jungkook glued against the bed; gasping softly and thinking back at the way Jimin towered over him.
"You're a very smart boy, Jeon Jungkook. I'm thrilled to see that we've reached an understanding here. I'm sorry if I got a little too close. Don't take it personally," the man apologized and smiled to himself as he tugged the bottom of his black leather glove. "Anyway, I would love to stay here and play with you even further, but I have something to do. Keep my words in mind, Jungkook. I will see you soon," Jimin concluded as he stepped into the small kitchenette and finally placed on his top hat and plague doctor mask. With that, Jimin stepped out of the room and the hollow sound of the door closing shut, echoed in Jungkook's head.
The helpless boy laid there, thinking back at the way Jimin caged him under. Fear didn't seem to creep in when he rethought the moment, it was nothing but the feeling of curiosity that teased him further. Yet, a part of Jungkook's cowardice ways turned his face as he let out an exhale to escape the moment. He wanted to avoid confrontation, but there Jimin remained, hovering over him, turning his face with a gentle hold on the chin, and breaking away his fears. Leaving Jungkook whipped over his own curious thoughts.
"Who... Do you think you are? What are you?" Jungkook questioned in his mind before running his hand up the shirt he was given to wear. "Why can't I wear my own clothes... do you like it when I wear yours? Ah, what's the worst thing a man like Jimin would do to me? Is he bluffing? He seems to care about me a lot as if I'm treasured. He did say I am the one who has to remember him... so I must be important," Jungkook pondered and finally sat up to look at the door up ahead. "It will be a quick run to my room just so I could get out of these clothes and wash up. I can't recall the last time I've been in there!"
The boy then looked over to his tray of breakfast and finally stood up and turned away from it. Just the small plan of escaping the room for just a moment, robbed him of his appetite and left him questioning what Jimin could truly do to him if he was ever caught. Again, he couldn't help but to feel a little curious.
"He wouldn't harm me... the way he seems to care for me, shows that he's bluffing when he warns me like that, Jimin wouldn't harm me... this is all a set up," Jungkook scoffed and finally walked around to make sure that he was able to make a run to the third floor. "It will be a quick run..."