Namjoon didn't know what was scarier; his blindness or being trapped with a serial killer.

Probably a mix of both, since he is in the situation of both. Doesn't matter, what matters is that his captor is getting more and more aggressive with his "love."

"Joonie, have you seen the matches?" Yoongi asked. Namjoon just shakes his head, still sitting on the couch. "I haven't been able to see anything lately."

Yoongi frowns. Then where did they go? Did I even buy them?

"I'll be right back. Do you want anything from the store? A snack maybe?"

Namjoon shakes his head again. He could hear Yoongi's steps making their way to the front door and when he heard the nob turn, he shouts, "wait."

Yoongi freezes. "Yeah?"

"A chocolate milkshake would be nice. Haven't had one since....yeah." Namjoon looks down. Yoongi smiles. "Of course! Just chocolate?"

Namjoon nods. The door slams behind Yoongi signaling his departure.

Namjoon smirks when the car's engine grew quieter as Yoongi drove off. He stands and crawls to the broken heating vent in the floor. Scoping out the item using his hand, he finds the box of matches. 

Step One: Have a diversion ready

Namjoon hides the matches back and crawls upstairs. Laying down on his bed, he takes a deep breath, now.

Crawling out the bedroom door and slamming it shut, he continues to crawl, once he made it to the carpeted stairs, he slides down. Once he made it to the bottom he stands. Placing his hands on every coffee table and standing lamp that is in his route. By the time he makes it to the hallway of the front door, he ran straight down towards the door. Turning the handle, Namjoon curses.

That is the only problem he has with his escape. The locks.

I need some sort of pliers with this shit!

Sighing, he starts all over, but this time on the couch. Goodness knows where he would be placed when this plan is executed.

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"One large chocolate milkshake for my lovely husband." Yoongi says as he places the cup in Namjoon's hands then kisses his cheek.

Namjoon doesn't say anything. Yoongi walks away, the kitchen? Taking a sip, Namjoon felt his heart swell in happiness. 'The Chopstick Slayer' prevented him from the treat.

"Ok, the store didn't have matches so I just bought a lighter. Guess it's the same thing, just more dangerous."

"Why do you need matches anyways?"

Yoongi coughs. "Um. Don't....don't worry about it."

Namjoon glares  at nothing, he felt like he should be worry about it, but those matches gave him an escape route so he won't question it further.

"My eyes hurt." Namjoon whispers

"Hmm. Let me check something." Yoongi searches something on his phone before smiling. "Normally I'd kill my victims after blinding them, so I don't really know what to do to ease the pain. Says here to keep them covered until we get to the hospital. Seeing as we won't be going to the hospital anytime soon, we'll just keep them covered."

Namjoon felt Yoongi's hands all over his face, that is now more sensitive then ever, as he wrapped a some sort of cloth around his eyes.

"What is it?"

Yoongi rubs Namjoon's hair. "A scarf like cloth. Don't untie this, only when you shower ok?"

Namjoon nods as he tries to get out of Yoongi's grip, but he just pulls Namjoon's face back to face each other. "Stop moving away from me."

Namjoon stops, he's never heard Yoongi's voice get that low before.

"You better start listening to me, Namjoon. Stop avoiding my touches. More importantly, stop trying to escape. You will never leave, got me?"

Namjoon doesn't say anything. Too scared to make him angry. Yoongi stands and leaves Namjoon on the couch, going into their shared bedroom.

Does he know about the matches too?

Only time will tell.

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