taehyung focus
taehyung's still lying paralysed on the bed, arms and legs spread out like a starfish as he struggles to process what he had just done.

did i seriously threaten my kidnapper with a gun?

did i seriously - seriously - try to make my kidnapper give me the key by straddling him and aiming a gun at him?

nice try taehyung, but you should've just whacked him over the head with the gun, and break the door open somehow or something like that.

his mind flits back to lying underneath his captor, defenceless and completely unable to move. he remembers the feeling of jeon's warm breath tickling his cheek as he hovered above him on all fours, remembers his dark eyes and long lashes and the weight of his legs against his own. he shudders.

he frowns when he realises something; that was the first time he's ever been so intimately close with someone. he was used to people: maids, bodyguards, workers, even his own family (his father and brother were always at work and his mom didn't even acknowledge him) skirting around him.

"get up, we're going downstairs."
taehyung's broken out of his thought track and his frown slips off when jeon exits the small bathroom, fully dressed in black with a red cap tugged on low over his forehead.

"sorry?" taehyung asks, brows furrowed, "we're leaving? where to? i thought we were staying here-"

"we're headed somewhere far. it's gonna take while to get there." jeon says, picking up his backpack and hoisting it over his shoulder. "better start moving soon." he finishes, looking  at taehyung from under his cap.

"o-oh." is all taehyung can manage as he slides off the unmade bed, legs feeling a little unsteady as he makes his way to where jeon stood, by the door.

"let's go then." jeon says.

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when jeon had said "we're going downstairs", taehyung had thought he meant down the stairs, out of the love nest and in the car, getting back on the road. he didn't think that jeon literally meant downstairs until jeon marched him down crowded corridors and down too narrow stairways, the place full of one night standers walking away with their heads bowed shamefully and their clothes put on disarrayed.

"wait, we're not going outside?" taehyung asks as jeon drags him past the entrance where tired and embarrassed men and women leave one after the other. taehyung looks over his shoulder at them, yearning to leave this shitty little motel as well.

"you need clothes." jeon says simply, his previous playful demeanour dissipating, now his face was devoid of emotion, as usual.

"what's wrong with my clothes-" taehyung looks down at his now grey and crumpled shirt, his ripped slacks and muddy jacket. "oh."

jeon doesn't reply, instead he continues to guide taehyung to the receptionist with his hand wrapped tightly round taehyung's thin wrist.

"excuse me? last night, the receptionist told me there was a shop here?" jeon politely asks the man sitting behind the desk. an elderly looking man watches them with narrowed eyes, his lips pulled into a scarily wide grin that displayed his yellowing teeth. "you want the shop do ya?" he asks, chuckling wheezily.

jeon stands behind the counter stoically, waiting for the man to stop his fit of breathy laughing whilst taehyung watches over jeon's shoulder, worried that the frail man was having an asthma attack.

"well, lemme show what we have in stocks!" the man breaths, bending down to open and rifle through a cupboard, coughing slightly as he does so.

jeon drums his fingers over the love nest receptionist desk impatiently, watching the man move his creaking arms to gather items into his hands.

the elderly receptionist stands up slowly and lays out the assorted items on to the desk, winking at taehyung once he's finished. taehyung, in response, hides behind jungkook's shoulder, squirming uncomfortably under the man's gaze.

the receptionist clears his throat and picks up something from the pile of items arranged on the desk, "so," he starts, "we have dildos - now two for the price of one! there's small, medium and large and they come in different kinds! there's limited silicone ones, inflatable ones, vibrating ones -- ah! and speaking of vibrating! we also have vibrators; small bullet ones to dildo shaped ones! choose your pick kiddies!" the man beams, decaying teeth on show.

". . ."

"do you have any clothes or. . .?" jeon asks, grinding his teeth irritatedly.

"clothes? oh yes, we have some." the old man says flat toned, his excitement gone. like an aged turtle, the man bends down once again and looks through the cupboard at his feet. whilst he does this, taehyung peers over the desk and studies the strange items curiously.

he'd never seen these items before and neither had he heard the word 'dildo' before, so his curiosity peaks, feeling the urge to ask; "hey jeon, what's a 'dildo'?"

he looks over at jeon and is surprised to see the tips of his kidnapper's ears beet red, similar to the colour of his cap. "um-"

"we have love nest merchandise; shirts are on sale and we sell booty shorts for half price!" the man exclaims, regaining excitement as he holds up a lacy number of tiny shorts.

taehyung wrinkles his nose at the sight.

"do you just have plain shorts?" jeon questions, and taehyung mentally thanks him.

"yes." the man says, flat toned once again, boredom settling in his voice, as he produces slightly small but plain navy shorts.

"we'll buy a shirt and those shorts." jeon says, briefly letting go of taehyung's hand to dig around his jeans pocket for his wallet. taehyung doesn't even think of escaping once jeon lets go of his hand, instead he busily watches jeon take out his wallet, flashing his driver's license at taehyung unwarily.

he gets a peek of the name imprinted on the rectangular shaped card.
jeon. . . jungkook?

jeon jungkook?

jeon. jung. kook.

jeon jungkook!
i have his name! i can call the cops on him! jeon fucking jungkook!

"thanks. here." taehyung pulls away from his thoughts when jungkook pushes a shirt and the pair of shorts in taehyung's direction.

"would you like to get changed now? the door over there is the toilet, go ahead and change. oh! would you like to test a toy whilst you're at it?" the man grins, leaning over the desk and towards taehyung.

"u-uh, what do you mean by toy-"

"no, we're fine. thanks." jungkook quickly says, placing an unconscious hand on the small of taehyung's back. taehyung stiffens under his touch; the sense of intimacy from early returning and making him flush a soft red.

the man plops himself back on to his spinny chair dejectedly and picks up a small tv remote, switching on the tiny television sitting on his desk whilst muttering under his breath, "such boring kids."

jungkook, hand still on the small of taehyung's back, pats his back to motion for him to move forward. taehyung stutteringly walks with his newly purchased clothes in his hands, his mind only focusing on the hand pressing against his lower back.

even though his head was muddled with flying thoughts (e.g. 'why is he touching me???' and 'ahsbsbadhdjs get your hand off of me' and 'it's kinda nice -- this position') taehyung could hear the tv get louder and louder as the man turns up the volume and as he moves closer to the bathroom. he could hear the unmistakable drone of the news lady as she talked about today's issues;

"today's news; son of the ceo of kim enterprises has said to be missing since last night's celebratory party at the kim mansions. twenty one year old, kim taehyung-"

kim taehyung, taehyung looks up at the mention of his name and turns around to see a recent photo of him plastered across the screen of the tv. taehyung gasps loudly but before he could speak, the door to the bathroom is opened and for the second time now, he's thrown in, his back violently hitting the tiled walls.

"ah-" he's cut off by the door slamming on him.

"get ready and stay quiet." his captor - jungkook - instructs levelly from behind the door. taehyung swallows down the string of curses he was about to throw.

jungkook focus
jungkook stands stock still, like a soldier, by the bathroom whilst taehyung changed inside quietly.

"kim taehyung was reported missing since last night, his presence at the party was completely eradicated-"

"these shorts are too small." taehyung mumbles, opening the door. "it's not sunny enough to wear shorts yet! please go and get longer pants-"

jungkook doesn't bother looking at taehyung, too engrossed in the news update.
"police and private investigators suspect a kidnapping-"

"hey! are you listening? i need longer pants! i feel naked! too exposed!" taehyung whisperingly pleads, desperate. jungkook drags his eyes away from the old man's tv and looks at taehyung, ready to send a sharp glare at him.

but any preparation of glaring drops when he sees taehyung standing in the doorway of the bathroom; the boy nervously clasping on to a (jungkook had grabbed the first shirt near him, not caring about taehyung's size) too big pale blue shirt, the words "the love nest" printed on the chest in black curlicue writing and his thighs-

dear god, his thighs, jungkook thinks as his eyes run over taehyung's honey coloured thighs - the excessively baggy shirt only stopping mid to lower thigh, meaning taehyung's tan legs were completely on display for everyone to admire.

"damn, look at your thighs." jungkook voices out appreciatively, not bothering with the fact that he was admiring his captive's legs (jungkook was a stoic person; very expressionless but also very blunt - he said whatever came to mind).

taehyung's eyes widen, his cheeks reddening as he lets out a small squeak and slams the door shut on jungkook.

"im not coming out until you get longer pants!" he yells.