GRIEF ; PJM

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Jimin opened his eyes and discovered himself in an unknown bedroom. The sunlight was coming through the curtains of the window. He sat up, observing the room. He went near the window, if he jumps he will be able to run from as here as it was the 2nd floor. But the problem is, a number of man was sorrounding the place meaning high security.
Jimin came out of the bedroom and went down stepping on the stairs. He was surprised by the amount of luxury there was.
Jimin: "What is this place..."

??? : "My house."

A female low pitch voice said, he followed the direction and ended up in front of the kitchen.
The same lady it was, from the club, his kidnapper.

Y/n: "Too many questions running inside your head, aren't they?"

She said without looking at him continuing to cook. Her voice made jimin was nervous which he didn't know why.

Jimin: "Uhm yeah.."

She turned off the electric stove.

Y/n: "I'll give you some clothes for your shower. Follow me."

Nonetheless, he silently followed her ending up in the same bedroom he woke up.

She pointed at a direction and said,
"That's the washroom. I'm bringing clothes."

He entered the washroom and it was kinda huge. Everything is so luxurious. He was taking of his shirt but it was stuck somewhere.  He can't move his right hand cause of the injury. He was pulling the tshirt over his head but it just won't come off. This doesn't happen usually.

Out of sudden, he felt someone removing his shirt. Jimin saw you standing in front of him. Y/n threw the t-shirt in the basket and gave the trouser and a sweatshirt to him before turning around to leave.
"W-wait! I don't seem to know your name yet.."
"Y/n. Call me if you need any help."
With that she went out.
Jimin couldn't stop himself but to admire you. You looked hot in every move you did. Jimin was still  curious about many things. His thoughts caused him to stumble and he..... slipped.
He landed on his butt before letting out a groan. He just brushed his Teeth and was about to shower. The fact that Jimin was just in his boxers when he heard the bedroom door open and getting closed again. He exhaled thinking you just checked on him but his thoughts crashed again when he felt your hand on his waist and shoulder helping him to stand up. Your hand on his bare waist and him being half naked made him embarrassed in front of you.

It was different from other times. His body was bare in front of a woman who saved him but kidnapped him at the same time.

You placed him on the bathtub and started to fill the tub with water.
"I can manage the rest. Thank you."

Y/n spared him a glance before nodding and Turning around to leave, going towards the door when..
"Wait y/n uhm.. Why am I here?Like why did you kidnap me?"

She stopped on her track and looked at him,

"I've nothing to give you. Why did you bring me here?"

She gave him an evil smirk saying,
"To be my s*x slave."

He sighed after she left. He really thought someone was caring for him though it was obvious but.. The only thing he was thinking was that,
'She has guns, she kills people. Is she a assassin? A Don? A gangster? Or a serial killer... Who's next target is me.. Oh no.'

He shivered thinking about that, he had no interest in dieing yet. There's  no way he can protect himself from a woman who always has gun with her and uses it like a pro. Moreover, she's killer. And if she's connected with the underworld, then she kills innocents too, that's her work.