Merinthophobia
Phobia Drabble Prompts
Merinthophobia: my muse finds yours tied or chained up.
These answers are considered as AU unless stated otherwise!
Kyungsoo has a thing for damsels in distress.
He’s walking home at night underneath the night sky and city lights, carrying a bag of freshly purchased manga from the closest bookstore. Although, around this time, gang activity is at its peak, Kyungsoo finds it easier to dodge bullets and only speak when spoken to than having to sift awkwardly through seas of people that won’t take a second before telling him that if his eyes were smaller, he’d be able to focus on where he’s going.
It’s not his fault that he’s sensitive when it comes to his eyes.
When he’s about to reach his apartment complex, his peripherals catch something off in the alleyway. He stops and casually turns his head to not attract attention to himself, before meeting the eyes of a women duct taped to the side of a building; wrists and ankles bound, tape over her mouth.
Curiously, he steps forward, dropping the bag to leave the volumes of manga in a puddle, forgotten to a pretty face. He stands a few feet away from her, running his eyes down her body until reaching her ankles, then back to meet her eyes. “Well,” he begins, flashing her a smile. “Seems like you’re in some kind of a-” He stops, eyebrows furrowed when he’s unable to remember a stomach churning pun from the old days. He rubs at his forehead, looking up at the stars as if they hold the answer, until he remembers. He points at her, releasing a light chuckle. “A sticky situation. That was it.”
He steps closer until he has closed the distance between them, yet the top of his plume of red hair only manages to reach her torso. He lifts his head to adjust to the height difference, making the pride in his chest swell to be reclaimed. “I can promise you, I’m really tall. It may not look like it now, but I’m well above six feet.” He claims, slapping his hand against his chest. A grin spreads across his face as the rush of security makes himself feel a little better, but he wants to make sure this woman knows who has the control.
His grin widens, holding something cruel behind it, as he lifts his hand to rest on the top of her thigh. “You know,” he says, running his hand over the inside of her thigh. “There can be worse things that can happen to you than having to hear a bad joke and a guy lying about his height.”
