"You look comfortable."

Taehyung couldn't help the little gasp that left his mouth when a sudden unexpected voice boomed from the doorstep of his room.

The idol sat up quickly, his dainty form appearing disheveled from being previously buried under the nest of pillows made especially for his sake, and by his very own kidnappers.

Yes, the idol had refused to sleep on that cozy little setting three days back...  and No, he couldn't hold on to that resolution for too long because ugh, Taehyung had always a sucker for soft beds and cushion clouds. Jungkook had knowledge of that too, it seems and Taehyung was now practically hating how much information about him was out there on the internet for everyone to see.

That infuriating abductor knew exactly what he had to do to get around the idol and make Taehyung submit to his own vulnerabilities, much to the latter's annoyance.

"What are you doing here? I just asked your friend to leave me the fuck alone!" Taehyung growled, throwing a nasty glare at Jungkook which the latter evidently ignored as he walked in and slammed the door shut with the heel of his chunky boot.

Taehyung's eyes fell upon the bowl of steaming food in Jungkook's hands and he let out a scoff, turning his face away to a good 180 degree measure.

For some reason Taehyung had woken up feeling a bit bitter and braver that day. It could be either that Taehyung had started growing immune to the fear of constant threat lingering over him for this past half week or maybe he somewhere realized that these guys didn't really want to hurt him. The idol still didn't know their real motive but there was one thing he was kind of sure of-- Jungkook didn't really want to hurt him. Cause if he wanted to, he wouldn't have waited for this long.

But then again, that also didn't mean the idol trusted the two boys completely. They did afterall trap him with their niceness in the first place. Taehyung was never going to fall prey to their acts anymore. He had to go back home, back to his fans-- real fans, and his friends. God knows what they might be suffering from since he went missing.

So that is why, Taehyung had decided that he would push and force the boys to let him go, revolt if need be. He would do anything but he won't sit idle and wait to be rescued.

Taehyung wasn't a damsel in distress and he was going to prove it.

"You think that's going to work again?" The idol said, signaling at the alluring bowl of food in his kidnapper's hands.

"Huh, never. This time I won't eat from you, no matter what!! I'd rather starve to death and make you watch me starve than eat from you..." the idol stopped his abrupt blabbering when he noticed the leathered boy busy dragging a chair near his bed, just in the direction where Taehyung was facing and sat down upon it.

Jungkook flashed the older a small yet charming smile, maybe as a form of greeting, before pulling out a pair of chopsticks from his pocket. He plunged them into his bowl of noodles, mixing them up and scooping up a large bite, slipping them into his mouth with a noisy slurp.

"Were you shaying shomething Mr. V?" Jungkook first spoke with his mouth full, pointing his chopsticks at the idol who let out a scowl." Uhm Sorry, It's already past dinner time and I was feeling a little hungry so..."

"You're disgusting." Taehyung snapped, scrunching his nose at the boy.

"Ah that," the raven nodded in understanding, chewing on his food with a mock thoughtful face,"i think I've been told that one before."

Taehyung scoffed aloud at that.
"Guess I'm not the only one you stole and tortured then... huh?" The blue haired idol sassed, rolling his eyes.

The ravenette heard that and let out a soft chuckle. That sound... For a second, Taehyung found himself unable to look away from the laughing boy.

Jungkook finished the bite and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, successfully hiding a smirk when he found Taehyung still staring at him... at his mouth, to be specific.

Liking the sudden attention, the ravenette decided to play around a bit and experimentally flicked his tongue on his lips, licking them all the way still smirking.

Taehyung's cat eyes wavered down a bit, a little distracted by the new piercing on the middle of the boy's tongue but he removed his gaze as quickly as he could, turning his face away again.

He has a tongue piercing..? How come I never noticed that before?

"You sure you don't want to eat, Mr. V?" Jungkook asked him instead and judging by the second loud slurp, it was obvious his kidnapper was having his own little fun by teasing the idol.

"Fuck you!" Taehyung snapped back, returning to his back to the sheets and pillow nest while glaring at him hotly.

"Mmm, too soon." Jungkook bit back smugly, receiving another scowl in response.

"Perv! I wish the police catch you soon and put you behind the bars where you could just go rot in hell!" Taehyung yelled at him and pulled the covers over his head. He closed his eyes, pretending that neither Jungkook, nor his favorite ramyeon were present there in that room at the moment. Although it was deadly hard, the idol was proud he was doing a good job at curbing his tummy noises for the time being.

Jungkook watched him for a whole minute, then dropped his chopsticks into the bowl, letting out a small sigh.

His Mr. V was being remarkably difficult today.

Jungkook looked down at the bowl, which was still pretty full because he hadn't had much from it and began to think of other ways to feed his idol. He looked up, face lighting up when something struck him.

The ravenette stood up and placed the bowl atop the stool instead, before making his way around Taehyung's mattress. He reached the side where the idols feet lay, slightly jutting out from below the covers. His toes were curled and two feet entwined one upon another in a cozy manner.

Looking at them, Jungkook got a sudden urge to just grab and kiss them all the way upto Taehyung's honey coated calves hidden under the pajamas. He imagined how his soft, rosy pink skin would feel against his lips and closed his eyes tightly, gulping at the mere thought.

No... Jungkook, control.

N-not him... you can't touch him-- not l-like that--

He... is not yours to touch.

Not until he wants to be.

Jungkook snapped open his eyes and peered down at the idol lying beneath him, covered in sheets from head to toe (almost) which moved up and down rhythmically near his chest, indicating Taehyung might be close to dozing off.

And Jungkook be dammed if he allowed his Mr. V to go to sleep with an empty stomach.

"Forgive me for this," the ravenette sighed lowly, before crouching on his knees and slipping his gloved hands under Taehyung's covers. The idol didn't detect any touch or movement at first, mind probably too busy coaxing the hunger away but he suddenly yelped and sat up as soon as he felt a cool thing slither over his legs.

Taehyung grappled within the sheets, letting out another yell when the cool things curled around his ankles, gripping them in a strong hold.

"AAH-- WHAT! What the fuck-- is that--" the idol stopped screaming when he removed the sheets and spotted Jungkook sitting at his foot with a smug face, "YOU!"

"Meh." The leathered boy mocked with a tilt of his head, before yanking Taehyung's feet down to make him fall on his back. The idol fell with a lousy oof, before he felt himself being dragged down right towards Jungkook.

Taehyung gasped and struggled to pull back but couldn't, his heart now running a hundred miles per second. Was he wrong about Jungkook all this time? Was he-- this guy-- really going to do something nasty to him now??

Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him so far. I should've listened to him!

"L-listen-- J-jungkook--" Taehyung started but stopped when he noticed his new position. He was now curled up into a fetus shape, lying directly under the ravenette who was practically hovering over him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Tell me Mr. V," Jungkook rasped, gently tugging at his gloves to make sure they were at their right place. He looked down at a very nervous Taehyung and smirked deviously, lowering his hands to Taehyung's abdomen area. "I am all ears."

The blue haired gulped, looking around the room with scared eyes for a second before peering up at Jungkook with helpless, begging eyes.

"P-please don't--"

Taehyung stopped whatever he was saying in between because of a sudden rude interruption of a loud sound.
A sound that erupted from himself.
A sound that sounded very much like a laugh-- a strangled one, but one nevertheless.

The blue haired idol took a whole second to make sense of what happened, of what those hands roaming on his abdomen were doing. By the time he finally understood, Taehyung was already rolling on the floor (mattress) laughing out of loud.

"J-jung-jungkoo plea-please oh my god- s-stop-" Taehyung writhed, deep chuckles leaving his lips as Jungkook's skilled gloved hands slid over his skin, tickling him to heaven." Oh my fucking god--stop!!"

"Fucking and God shouldn't really be used in the same sentence but since it's you, nevermind--" Jungkook huffed, but his smile only grew larger and bunnier by the minute as he watched Taehyung flash his gorgeous boxy smile as he practically guffawed.

"Jungkook please, please i beg you-- you need to stop--Ah- I'm too-too ticklish there--please," Taehyung prayed, still laughing his lungs out as Jungkook's fingers never stopped their sweet torture.

"You want me to stop?"

"Ye-yes-!"

"But there's only one way to make me."

Taehyung heaved out a breath, tears in his eyes as his tummy had begun aching from too much laughing. "What?" He asked.

Jungkook didn't answer, just removed his hand from his stomach and pointed at the now cool food.

"No." The idol refused immediately, anger building up as his laughter subsided. He couldn't believe this man.

Jungkook's lips turned into a straight line at the snarky response from the elder. "Why? You don't like it?"

"No." Taehyung spat stubbornly and tried to crawl away but was stopped with a strong grip on his wrist.

"You have to eat, Mr. V." Jungkook argued, brows pinched in concern such that it made Taehyung roll his eyes in irritation.

"I said no, now let me go you sick bastard--" Taehyung grumbled loudly, trying to pry the hand from his wrist in vain but Jungkook wasn't about to give in either.

"Fine, suit yourself. I was thinking of letting you watch the Korean news for once, maybe you could spot some family or friends there... thought you must be missing them. Aren't you?"

The leathered ravenette mentally smirked on noticing the change in Taehyung's expression-- from anger to surprise and then happiness.

"What? You'll let me see them?" Taehyung gushed, practically bubbling with excitement and relief, "in the news-- are they in the news?"

"Yes," Jungkook nodded, "Everyone-- Namjoon, Jimin, Seokjin and PD nim. Mr. And Mrs. Kim too. Wouldn't you like to see them V?" Jungkook lured the idol like a charmer luring a cobra. And just as he thought, Taehyung had fallen for it and finally agreed but with a deal that the television runs as he eats and it keeps running for as long as Taehyung eats his dinner.

Jungkook had no complaints with that, happily handing over the bowl to Taehyung who was now mixing some cold noodles, which were equally favorite so he didn't care.

Taehyung grabbed the bowl and spun on his knees over the mattress, sitting down in a praying pose as he waited for Jungkook to get the TV. Within 5 minutes the door swung open and Yoongi walked in with a small but bulky CRT TV held between his hands, followed by Jungkook who was holding the remote.

The TV was placed on the ground, screen positioned right in front of Taehyung, who was smiling pretty gleefully. He was finally going to see his family and friends after a week of being kidnapped and brought into an unknown place. This was definitely something he was willing to do even if he had to give up his precious ego at times.

Once the wires were attached and double checked, Jungkook pressed on the remote and the curved screen came to life, making Taehyung almost jump on his seat.

And just as promised, the first thing Taehyung saw on the screen was the news flash of Kim Taehyung going missing for a whole week now, along with his family and friends giving interviews to various press leads.

Taehyung froze, with his mouth hung open as he watched his mother, who was typically a reserved woman, cry in front of the camera. He spotted Jimin being followed by several media persons as he stepped out of the company building and other spokes people debating whose fault it was-- the police or government.

He snapped out of it when he felt a small nudge on his shoulder, Taehyung turning to look at Jungkook who pointed at the food, remote steady in his hand with a finger hovering over the power button.

The signal was clear, so Taehyung began to eat-- basically stuff his mouth with food because he was left with no appetite after watching all the choas go about because of him. For him.

There was silence for the rest of the dinner, with the noise of the television and a few of Yoongi's snickers as the only sources of sound in the room.

Taehyung wanted to cry but he ate, occasionally lifting his gaze to see what news they showed about him and mentally noting down the important points.

He was making notes-- how his investigation was being led and who was heading it and such.

Taehyung was already planning something and he really didn't have much time before he could be on the other side of the TV. Atleast he hoped he would...

Watch it, Jeon Jungkook. I challenge you and your petty tricks now, I will make it out of here. Just wait and watch.

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A/n: well hElLo there!!!