Summary: All you wanted was a sweet and care-free getaway from the stresses of your day job and mundane life. But nothing could’ve prepared you for when disaster suddenly struck. Now, it’s become a mission to fend for your life on a remote island with an odd, captivating stranger, who seems to be hiding a little more than you think…
Warnings: This is a multi-part series that includes sexual themes and mature content.
It takes a while before Jimin can find the strength to pull away from your shaking state. When he does, however, your eyes are nowhere near his line of view. You avert all your attention away from him, trying to regain any sense of composure and poise that you could.
It’s crazy, everything that has happened has just been crazy. So fast paced and daunting, it seems like some fever dream that never wants to end. And somehow, you still allow a man you met a mere 8 days ago to hold your face so tenderly, questioning the prospect of your very own sanity and intentions.
Did you really like Jimin? Or just the idea of him?
By other means, he was quite literally the only person around to offer human companionship, he was your emotional tether. But there was no real connection…how could there be? Love took time, cooperation…all that you had felt could’ve merely been lustful desire. Infatuation.
Jimin, however, would say otherwise.
His own heart wilts at the sight of you, second-guessing him and his intentions. He had scared you, you were frightened of him. And all he can do is blame himself.
Initially, Jimin never intended to save your life. He had never known you before that fateful day you boarded the plane. But something about the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes glazed when you looked over the wreckage, showed him that you were far different than the cruel men he had been with for so long. All he’d ever known in his life, were those fugitives, those criminals. Working with them made him rough at the edges, sharp and ruthless.
That was, until he met you, a stranger, who’d shown him nothing but kindness. Something he had never experienced before, something none of those men had offered him besides his brothers. You were shy and soft-spoken, but stood your ground when Jimin was too stubborn to give out information. For a man who hadn’t been exposed to someone with such a caring veneer, you were indeed quite special.
So yes, in those few days, you had managed to do what he hadn’t thought was possible. You softened his rough edges, turned his ruthless behavior into gentle nature. All he wanted was to keep his new beacon of hope, this girl in his life that had become his source of compassion, safe.
You were still oblivious to the matter, despite your gut pushing you to try and believe in Jimin. It was particularly hard when you’d seen him at his most violent moment, but it was also difficult to think straight when his warm hands rested over your cold cheeks, coaxing you to relax.
“Y/n,” he begins, voice soft and low. You really liked the sound of it.
But you had been raised to be practical, you couldn’t just submit yourself at the sound of your name leaving his lips.
“I just – I need some time…some space,” you finally whisper out, licking your lips and reaching up to your eyes to wipe away any stray tears.
And even though Jimin, on the other hand, liked when things went his way, when people followed his commands, he took a step back and allowed you ample room to breathe.
Once you manage to gather enough of your wits to cool down, you let out a sigh and wiped your nose with the collar of your top, “What now?”
You still have questions, thousands of them running around your head. What was the cheering you heard outside? Who exactly was Gino? Where were the boys had Jimin referred to earlier, and did he find them?
But your throat feels too tight to let your voice through, and instead, you wait for Jimin’s surmised flimsy response as you keep your arms wrapped around yourself.
He puffs out a breath of air, taking his hands to run through his already disheveled hair, “Now we wait.”
He bites his lip, gazing off to the side of the shed before speaking again, “I have to gain their trust before they tell me where they’ve been keeping my men.”
His men. His brothers, the boys Jimin needed to find.
You desperately want to scoff. You witnessed firsthand just how difficult it had been to gain even an ounce of Jimin’s trust, how could he possibly expect the same from the men who’d been associated with him as well?
“So we have to stay here?” Your voice echoes in the empty shed.
“Just until they show me where they are. I already got on their good side when I got rid of –”
“Gino?” You find yourself mindlessly slipping out. Jimin raises his eyes to meet your own, his forearms involuntarily flexing at the sound of the name. He hesitates, careful not to frighten you any more than you already are, but he nods regardless.
“They weren’t too fond of him either…” he confesses, and the knot in your stomach grows. Did he deserve to die for that though?
You tighten your grasp around yourself as you peer down at your shoes, unable to process the fact that you now had to extend your stay here unwillingly if you wanted to survive.
“No one knows you’re here,” he catches your attention and you look up briefly to notice he’s taken a few steps closer to you again. Though he knows you now need your space, Jimin can’t help himself. Thankfully, he still doesn’t cross your boundaries.
“Gino did,” you breathe out, as you wonder why you speak with such volatile bitterness in your voice, but it’s uncontrollable now.
“So you see why I had to get rid of him,” Jimin’s own voice stays calm, low and smooth, and you mentally curse yourself for feeling weak at how honey-like it still sounds to you.
“So,” you unclasp your arms, letting them fall to your sides, “I have to stay here? I can’t leave?”
When a simple nod is all he gives you, you furrow your brows and continue, “Wouldn’t it be safer if I hid somewhere far from here?”
And that’s when your empathetic feelings finally get the best of you, because initially, you had voluntarily agreed to go with Jimin to find his brothers. You insisted that you would stay by his side, and now watching his expression fall as you suggest such an idea makes you turn your face away in shame.
“It’s safer here, y/n,” he starts, his breathing hitching as you hear him pace towards you, “I’m closer to you this way. If anything were to happen, I’d be here. And, truthfully, I don’t want anything to happen, so please, just stay here okay?”
Despite the urge to argue back, you can’t bring yourself to. Deep within you, you know you like Jimin far more than you’re allowing yourself to admit, and with that, is your desire to keep him safe too. So you swallow thickly and nod, keeping your gaze focused on the hay beneath your feet.
“No one will come inside, I promise, okay?” He finalizes, speaking softly. “None of them use this shed anymore, and I’ll make sure to keep watch if anyone comes near.”
It’s mechanic, the way you continue nodding your head as he talks, but he knows you’re listening anyway.
“I’ll check on you every other hour when they’re not around, especially during nightfall. I can…I can even spend some nights inside with you…”
Your body tenses. Though you feel something for Jimin, you’re surely not ready for him to be so close to you so soon, but you nervously sigh and tuck your hair behind your ear, mumbling out a simple thank you in compliance.
You don’t know how long this will take, or how long you’ll need to stay hidden for, but when Jimin takes one more step towards you, slowly moving his hand to encase yours, you’re certain what he’s about to tell you.
“I promise I’ll make this as quick as possible,” he says.
Your heart still flutters uncontrollably when he brings your hand up to his face, however, letting his thumb stroke over your knuckles as he waits for your eyes to look up at him. And when you finally do, he places your palm delicately over his cheek, holding your hand in place as he offers you a small, gentle smile.
There are no more words exchanged between the both of you. His eyes are warm as they gaze down at you and you allow yourself to relish in his sweetness momentarily.
Slowly, he turns his head until his lips meet the center of your palm and your stomach churns when you feel him place a soft kiss against your hand.
With that, he carefully releases you, keeping his gentle smile plastered over his face as he heads towards the door. He gives you one last look over his shoulder and you cock your head to the side, relinquishing a bit of your sourness to reciprocate his small grin.
It eases him a bit, the small act of kindness you display despite how upset you still feel, and he wonders how on earth he ended up meeting someone so understanding when you surely deserved to be in the presence of someone far less dangerous.
With those last thoughts, he steps out, leaving you inside the shed, just as he’d done hours before. But now, you’re not too sure when you’ll be able to leave.
Over the course of the next few days, you become increasingly aware of how Jimin keeps you at arm’s length. For the most part, he keeps his promise, visiting you every few hours to check in, bringing in just enough food and water to keep you satiated without inducing the other base residents to question him.
You’re thankful he doesn’t overstep, merely sending you sweet gazes and shoulder pats. You know very well that if he were to kiss you again, your senses would fog up, and you personally can’t afford that. You want to be vigilante of quite literally everything around you, around the base. Though you know Jimin is more than physically capable to keep you out of harm’s way, you want to make sure you can hold your ground as well.
You’re skeptical when he never answers any of your questions about the base, though, and it only makes you more doubtful of Jimin.
Your phone eventually gives out, battery draining from how long you’ve lasted without a charger. It doesn’t bother you though, at least this way, you’re left oblivious to the passing days.
Psychologically, however, the shed becomes too bleak for you to handle. On the nights Jimin can’t stay with you, you’re left unable to fall asleep, your overactive brain holding you hostage in sobriety.
You’re not exactly sure how long this rotten island has kept you captive, but a month sounds ironically reasonable at this point.
You were losing yourself, losing your sensibility. At one point, you almost brought yourself to tears when your mind couldn’t remember the mental image of your friend, Hoseok.
Maybe this was how you were going to die, because surely this was no way to live. Not even your likeliness towards Jimin was enough to keep you rooted in this ugly and miserable, old shed. It was your fear that kept you inside, but as anger now pulsates throughout your veins, you don’t care about your worries anymore.
You’re seated at the far end of the shed, the backside of your head pressing up against the rough wood as you aimlessly stare up at the ceiling. It’s the dead of night, you’re certain of that. The cracks beneath the door don’t show any sliver of light, and the lack of sound further prove to you that it couldn’t have been any earlier than midnight.
Blinking at the rooftop, you shift your gaze to inspect your bag propped up against the wall, contents serving no use to you other than extra weight. Still, when you finally decide to stand up, you march over to haul it up over your shoulders.
You can’t stand being in here for another minute. Truthfully, this was your breaking point.
Jimin or not, you were going to find a way off this island, even if your moral compass screamed at you to ensure his safety. It wasn’t selfish if you wanted to survive.
Pacing over to the door, you halt once your hand lands on the rusty handle. You close your eyes as you listen out. When you find nothing out of the ordinary, you take in a deep breath and slowly push the door open, peaking your head out just enough to inspect the sides of the shed.
It’s quiet and empty, the other lodges not too far from you, basked in darkness. Everyone could either be asleep right now…or out and about doing god knows what.
You hope it’s not the latter.
Using all your willpower, you carefully take a step forward, making sure to move as silently as possible. It’s unprecedented how nervous you feel, how insane it was to step out unarmed in a lion’s den. You don’t know how Jimin will react once he finds out you strayed from his orders.
But he didn’t control you, this was your own decision, and he was going to have to deal with that, even if you had to recklessly pay for the repercussions.
To the right of the shed, you can make out the remains of a camp, stacks of wood piled up where you guessed a fire might’ve been earlier. Licking your lips, you turn your head to the opposite side, staring off into the forest, clear and open enough for you to run off.
You could literally make a break for it, any moment now. You’d be able to be far, far away from the shed, this base, and everyone in it. Days of hiding in fear and passivity, you could run and find another way home.
The tight grip that suddenly encased your wrist should’ve made you scream, had it not been for the hand that latched itself over your mouth, keeping you in place.
The pair of lips trekking slowly to the outer shell of your ear makes your skin crawl. Your heart feels too heavy in your chest, thumping uncontrollably against your rib cage
“Shhh, stop moving!” A voice strains through your ear in a quick whisper. Fear paralyzes you to the point where even crying seems impossible now. All you can do is cooperate in terror, hoping that whatever this stranger was planning to do to you, would do it quickly.
“What are you doing here?” The voice asks carefully, though you’re not sure how they expect you to reply with their hand concealing your mouth.
Their fingers are cold against your face, calloused and rough. They almost resemble Jimin’s, but not quite.
Your breathing comes out in short, ragged pants through your nose. The stranger surprises you, however, when they lessen their strong grip around you, nudging their face in the crook of your neck.
Streaks of shaggy, blonde hair come into your view.
“You’re…a girl?” You find their voice softening, but your heart continues to beat sporadically.
You’re still trembling underneath their grasp when they finally release their hand from your face, lowering their hand to your shoulder to spin you around. That’s when you, at last, come face to face with the stranger.
He’s tall, far taller than you, and maybe even Jimin as well. His blonde hair falls just above his eyes that are bright and shining as the moon overhead reflects over them. You blink profusely at him as he inspects you.
Your eyes widen at his correct assumption.
How the hell does he know you?
He takes your expression as an answer enough when you can’t find your voice to reply back to him.
You’re even more surprised when a smile breaks across his face, a wide and boxy grin, stretching out until his eyes turn into crescents. You don’t know whether it’s something to be hopeful about, or if it’s completely devious.
The lump you swallow down your throat is too thick for comfort, but you heave out just enough to catch a bit of strength and lick your lips before speaking up.
“Who are you?” Your whisper is barely audible.
“Oh,” he giggles softly, an action that momentarily stuns you, “I’m Jimin’s friend. He’s told me a lot about you.”
“Come, I’ll show you,” his hand goes for yours again, and before you have enough time to process the thought of even yanking it away, he laces his fingers with yours and drags you to the lodge on the far east side of the base.
The lodge that’s wrapped with barbed wire.
The one that had frightened you when Jimin first brought you here.
With your luck, however, you knew you shouldn’t have been too surprised to find that this specific lodge was the one you’d end up being hauled to.
He doesn’t stop until he reaches the few steps leading up to the door. With how much sound your movements were emitting, you thought you’d surely woken up some of the residents, but he doesn’t take notice to your anxious state, nor does he seem as worrisome as you.
He still opens the door to the lodge carefully, as if he too acknowledges the need to be silent. Slipping in quickly, he pulls you alongside him until you’re inside and engulfed in soft yellow lighting.
Your pupils take a moment to adjust, and you realize he’s no longer holding your hand when you bring them both up freely to rub at your eyes.
Sounds of shuffling echo inside the cabin, and when you finally open your eyes, your chest tightens at the sight of several more men.
With Jimin standing in the center of them all, expression aghast at the sight of you.
“Y/n?” His voice sounds muffled as your ears ring. You’re too consumed with processing your surroundings to focus on Jimin’s worried tone.
“Taehyung, why is she here?” You find Jimin has turned to scold the man who’d brought you inside.
“Taehyung?” You crane your neck to look up at the blonde boy.
As if your senses returned to you in full force by the shock of your current setting, you shake your head, “Woah, woah, what’s going on?”
They both turn to look at you, before they exchange glances, each on their own accord.
“Who are you? What the hell is this?” You spew out, your internal thoughts voicing themselves for once.
“Y/n,” Jimin’s eyes focus back to you as his expression turns angry, “I thought I told you to stay inside the shed?”
It will forever be intimidating to you, the stern face he’s able to pull so effortlessly, but you bite your lip, breathing in carefully.
“I couldn’t stand being in there any longer…” your brows knit together as you look up at him.
The boy, Taehyung as you can recall, slips behind Jimin, disguising himself amongst the other men present in the room. They all remain quiet as you and Jimin eye each other down. It’s uncomfortable being the focal point of their attention, but you force yourself to drown them out.
“So you just decided to leave? Is that what you did?”
“You had no right to keep me cooped up in there for so long,” you feel slightly proud for holding your voice at a steady rate, but you still can’t help the way your stomach dips when Jimin takes a few steps closer until he looms over your figure.
He doesn’t say anything as his eyes bore into your own. But when he releases a long and deep exhale, you relax your shoulders briefly to catch a moment to breathe properly.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he voices out as he closes his eyes.
Despite the fact that you’d seen Jimin just earlier this morning as he brought you food to break your fast, the sight of him now is strangely different. Not necessarily a bad different, but he looks like a new person as he stands among the other men.
You swallow again nervously, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Are…are these your men?” You decide to ask to conceal the tension in the room.
His eyes open and you allow yourself to take pleasure in the way they are still warm and inviting as he gives you a small nod.
You hear the click of his tongue as he slowly swivels to face them, extending a hand out to Taehyung first, “I guess you’ve already met that one.”
Taehyung waves lightly, offering you a smile as you stifle the need to wave back.
Jimin’s hand points to the figure beside Taehyung, “That’s Namjoon and that one behind him is Jungkook.”
Namjoon merely gives you a nod. He looks more intimidating than Jimin, something you didn’t think was possible. And then you take a look at Jungkook, who at first glance, appears very gruff and muscular, but the sight of his face makes you wonder if he’s just as old as you are.
“And that one at the end is Jin,” Jimin finishes by pointing to the man at the corner of the room, beside the long chestnut colored table.
They’re all tall, daunting men, and you just so happen to be in the center of them all.
“Everyone, this is y/n,” you then feel Jimin’s hand rest on your lower back as he nudges you to his side.
You nervously pull a tight grin, roaming your eyes over their faces. Taehyung looks like the friendliest, although you’re sure it’s merely an understatement. You don’t know these men, just as you hadn’t known Jimin.
Namjoon suddenly clears his throat, taking a step back, “We should give you two a moment. Jimin, we’ll be in the back room.”
Your mouth opens and closes at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. It’s deep, sending shivers up your spine. But Jimin looks thankful when Namjoon ushers the rest of the men into the open corridor, heading towards the door at the end of the hall.
Once they all scurry inside, you’re left alone with Jimin.
You turn to face him, peering up at his face that was still transfixed on the corridor.
“Jimin?” You nervously call out.
He shifts his attention down to you, humming in response.
“When were you going to tell me you that you found your men?” You ask almost innocuously, but you know that deep down, you’re hurt that Jimin continues to hide so many parts of himself from you.
He licks his lips, bringing his free hand up to wrap around the other side of your lower back, pressing you closer to him, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up until I found a way to get them out.”
You furrow your brows at him, but he continues before you get the chance to question him, “Finding them was easy…convincing them to be let out, well, that was the tricky part.”
“You’ll find a way,” you catch yourself saying.
No matter how upset you are with Jimin, you still want to be a supportive entity in his life. There was something comforting in the fact that you knew he could sense your caring touch.
“Y/n, I’m sorry I dragged you into all this,” his face falls and he looks down at you with so much remorse, it inadvertently makes your heart melt.
“No, y/n, it’s true. You know it’s true. I just wanted to keep you safe…but even that didn’t turn out right…” Jimin’s eyes are suddenly glossy as they gaze at yours. Without a moment to properly think, he pulls you into his chest, engulfing you in a big embrace.
You’re surprised at first, hands still by your sides, but the warm feeling of Jimin’s lips nuzzling into your neck as he buries his face beside your shoulder causes you to wrap your own arms around his neck.
It’s been days since you’ve held him, since he’s held you. Since the night of Gino’s death, you and Jimin haven’t even held hands much less embrace one another. But it’s so incredibly familiar and sincere that you don’t have the will to pull away.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters into your skin, before placing a soft kiss over your neck. You can feel his heartbeat thrumming against your own chest, a soft hymn that’s calming enough to lull you asleep.
The moment he removes his face from beside your shoulder, he’s on your lips, his hands reaching up to hold your face as your own latch onto the front of his shirt, steadying your stance.
But you don’t find yourself pulling away. You feel quite content as you kiss him back, allowing him to mold every ounce of his emotions into one single action.
As he pulls back, his thumbs trace over your bruised, reddened lips. His cheeks are flushed, and you know yours match his own, if not a darker hue of red.
He licks his lips, letting his nose brush the tip of yours, “I won’t send you back in there, y/n…you should be in here, with all of us…”
Your heart swells upon hearing this, relieved that Jimin was trying to make an effort with you again.
“We’ll work together, like how it should’ve been, yeah?” He whispers softly, hot breath fanning over your lips.
You nod contently, reaching up to place your hands over his own as he cups your face.
“And we’ll find a way off this island, okay? You and me.”
It gives you enough hope to smile at him, and for the very first time, you’re the one closing your eyes and placing your lips onto his, letting go of his hands to clutch the lapels of his shirt.
“Okay,” you mumble back, almost breathlessly, but the way Jimin smiles against your mouth assures you that eventually, both of you will make it out of this island alive.
Now you just had to figure out how…
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