Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

5. Restraints

Darkness. It consumes your senses. It feels as if you're wandering around your unconscious mind, in circles, endlessly. Rattling makes itself present, letting you stir awake. When you come to your senses, a pounding in your skull is accompanied by the feeling of tight restraints on your ankles and wrists, burning the skin where the materials make contact with flesh and chair. Looking up, you find yourself in your bedroom, all seven men staring with boredom into space. In this moment, you can finally take in their devilishly handsome looks.

     Namjoon has borderline blonde hair swept up off his forehead and to the side, showcasing his dazzling eyes and delicious lips that you would love to nibble on. Next is Jin, his rosy plump lips stealing the show, along with his brown hair and perfect eyebrows. He is beautiful beyond words. Yoongi possesses a lovely pale skin tone, perfectly accompanied by his sandy colored hair, along with the pinkest of lips, not full yet not thin, a cute button nose set in the middle of his pretty face. Hoseok has a stunning face, heart shaped lips accompanied by an aristocratic nose and shining brown eyes, his hair a light shade of brown. Jimin. Brilliant, full, blush colored lips, eyes that hold the stars, a perfectly straight nose, and a light variation of brown for hair. Taehyung looks like he's crafted by the gods. His hair bordering black, simple carved out features, like his straight nose and crooked lips, eyes beautiful pools of brown. Jungkook has a head full of beautiful, wavy, brunette locks, followed by a pair of uneven lips begging to be bitten, along with the doest of eyes and a nose similar to Yoongi's. To sum it up, they're breathtaking.

     "Finally, you're awake," notices Taehyung.

     "Well, it's not my fault I was fucking drugged," you growl, annoyed that this is happening in the first place.

     "You really thought you could take down seven armed men?" Namjoon grins.

     "I did, and I should have known it was a setup," you respond calmly, a sense of relief washing over you as you feel the restraints on your wrists come undone some. If they leave you might be able to escape.

     "So you figured it out?" chuckles Namjoon, taking pride in the fact that they outsmarted you. Or so they thought.

     "Had a gut feeling. Should have stuck to it," your short answers starting to annoy the group of men.

     "Well if you'll excuse us, we need to discuss some things. We'll be next door. So no funny business," warns Yoongi, standing up and leading the men out.

       "No funny business," you repeat, plan slowly coming together.

      They leave and shut the door, finally letting you get down to business. First come the bondages on your wrists. Wiggling and wiggling in them, they slowly give more and more slack, until you slip out of the left. One free hand, you put it to use by immediately untying the right, then working swiftly, you untie both ankles, rolling them all around to be sure they don't strain or pop as you make the great escape. You get up and crack open the bedroom door, taking note of the men conversing in one of the guest rooms, door closed. You take off the heels no one seemed to have touched since you blacked out, setting them as gently as you could on the hardwood floors, being sure not to make a sound, stepping outside and closing the door. And so it commences.

     Bounding down the hall on the balls of your feet, you make it down the staircase just in time to hear the bedroom door that occupied the men creak open.  You make it as far as the staff quarters, thankful you sent Jenue off to spend the week with her boyfriend.

"Fuck! How did she escape?!" bellows Namjoon, your heart almost leaping out of your frightened chest. "Spread out and find the bitch! Now!" he commands.

Just as he says, multiple pairs of heavy footprints scatter, heart rate climbing. Avoiding all sounds of footsteps, you make your way to the kitchen, hoping to cut through and make it to the back door. Mistakenly, you fail to notice the sound of steps quietly creeping down the set of stairs connected to the kitchen. Barely being able to see paired with the sound of your beating heart, you look back to check if anyone's behind you, only to run face first into a firm chest. "Gotcha."

You whimper as Jungkook wraps you in a death grip, making sure there is no escape this time. Your eyes frantically search for anything to grab, anything at all. He starts to move, shuffling towards the stairs again, he alerts the other members with a strained "Got her!" as you try to wriggle our of his strong grip. Still searching for a weapon, you spot a light's reflection off the blade you used to defend yourself when you first got back from the Xia's a couple days ago. Making the executive decision, you elbow Jungkook in his firm stomach, a grunt released as his grip loosens only the slightest bit, enough for you to grab the knife and plunge it into his perfect thigh. "Agh!" a strangled scream forces its way out of Jungkook's throat, him abandoning his hold on you in favor for his throbbing leg with a knife sticking out of it. Men come running into the kitchen, first looking at your shocked form, then at Jungkook's, all leaping into action. You make a run for it, quickly unlocking the back door and slamming it shut, dashing into the dense forest once more. They all file out, except for Jin and Jungkook, one's wound getting cleaned by the other, and stay, knowing exactly where your headed. The same old folks house you went to the first night. "Damn it!" curses Hoseok, "How could she get away again?!"

After running nonstop for maybe 10 minutes, you finally stumble upon the illustrious home owned by your neighbors. Hurling your weak body over the fence once more, you drag yourself to the front door, thankful for the front lights they keep on. Knocking a couple times, you look down and see your throbbing, cut up feet and red cocktail dress that is now torn and dirty. The door opening inward, it reveals the tired old couple who were probably sleeping peacefully at the time. Looking behind their heads, a clock presented the time, 4:00 am. Embarrassment evident by your red cheeks, they're quick to pull you inside, worry evident on their faces as they get a good look at your appearance.

"Hey guys," your hoarse voice greets, "Would you mind if I stayed the night once more?"

"Of course you can, sweetheart," assures Mr. Xia.

"You're always welcome, but we'd like to know what's going on too..." continues Mrs. Xia.
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