Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

8. Talking Might Not Help

     Waking up, you're surrounded by a warm atmosphere, soft and fluffy come to mind. "Where am I?" You wonder out loud. It's ruined by the memories flooding in from last night, the room having a darker atmosphere when you come to realize where you probably are. The smell of cooking causes a growl to erupt from your stomach, reminding you that all you ate yesterday was a small lunch. The clock on the bedside table reads 11:00 am, light delicately cascading through the windows. Getting up, you're no longer in your battered clothes you wore to college yesterday, but in a silver, silky night gown, two long slits run down the legs, exposing the supple skin of your legs. Trailing your fingers down your warm skin, you let out a hiss at running over the knife wounds. At least they cleaned and bandaged them. Looking in the body mirror next to a desk, you can see your pert buds through the silky material. Hiking the gown up, a fresh pair of lace panties hid anything private. Those pervs changed me. And took off my bra! And panties. Looking through all the drawers of the room, they held nothing. Not even delicates.

Your hunger made itself apparent when a loud growl came rumbling from your stomach once again. Anxious, yet irritated, you slowly open the door and look down the long hallway with doors galore. The walls have amazing detailing carved into the white, smooth stone. It looks very classic and kept up with. Stepping into the halls, cold air and white granite floor chills your hot skin. You see a set of stairs and an elevator not too far. Opting for the option that will likely strain your injuries less, you press the downward facing call button. It rises quickly to your location, dinging to alert you to step on. Seeing as you're on the fourth floor, you press first floor. You slowly descend through the floors, trying think of what to say when you reach your captors. Nothing really comes to mind, only panic. Although you're young, you've never been caught and don't know what to make of this situation. You always get the job done, so why did you hesitate before? Feeling the elevator come to a stop, your stomach does a flip. Why do you feel like this? Are you nervous? Are you excited?

     Stepping out, a large living room with high ceilings is revealed to your searching eyes. No one here. Walking around some, the smell of breakfast foods becomes stronger, hunger eating your stomach from the inside. Soft padding of your feet is detected by sensitive ears. Walking into what you believe is the kitchen, you find seven men and a woman staring at you. Stopping right in your tracks, a wave of bashfulness washes over you under the hungry eyes of everyone in the humongous room.

     "Good morning sweetheart," Jungkook greets, raising a cup of milk to his pink lips. What a child. But he is so cute. No Y/N, stop.

A hum in response is the only thing he gets in return. Going to sit next to the woman she also greets you... just not in the way you expected. "Hey, sweet cheeks," she purrs, placing her warm palm on your exposed thigh. Oh. Well. That was unexpected. Startled, you hop up and walk across the kitchen, heading straight to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water to soothe your dry throat.

"Autumn," Yoongi growls, "know your limits."

Autumn, the woman in question, raises her hands in defense. "Hey, I see something beautiful, I go for it."

"Y/N, meet autumn, clearly she's interested in you," introduces Yoongi, sending a glare to the woman. She's indeed beautiful, but you don't swing that way.

Standing in the corner of the room, right where two slabs of marble meet, you have a full view of the room. Sunlight brightens the already radiant room, giving you a halo effect, or so your captors think. They all look at you, just woken up, yet already so beautiful. Hair cascading down your back, skin on show, beautiful e/c eyes reflecting the sunlight.

"Autumn, you're free to go," dismisses Namjoon.

"What if I don't want to," she sends a wink your way.