3rd Person's POV

"My name is...Min Yoongi, your Senpai." The driver spoke with a voice as deep as the ocean and eyes that looked dangerously calm like the evening tides while staring ahead into the endless road.

Soon, he noticed how the vehicle was running close to reach its destination but Yoongi's focus isn't entirely on that plain obvious fact but he was more interested in what the younger's reply may be.

After hearing absolutely no sounds except the car's engine for a couple of seconds, soft snores filled up the taxi car that Yoongi has managed to successfully steal after drugging its license verified diver.

Freezing in his spot, the mint haired senior takes this chance to quickly adjust the rearview mirror so that he could finally sneak a peek at the beautiful man whose bright orange hair was dishevelled as he rests peacefully in the back seat.

Yoongi stared for good long seconds at how cutely the latter's mouth formed an 'O' before chuckling lightly at the male's adorableness before focusing back onto the road as he reserved a swift right turn and skilfully parked beside the pavement like how he would usually do with much expensive transportation.

Pulling the gear shift down until it reaches as far it could get, Yoongi kills the engine with a small teeny smile plastered across his proud excited face before he soon kicked the car door open like the badass he is and abandoned the driver's seat.

Cold wind blowing against his porcelain skin, Yoongi walks a few steps down the Taxi's body and carefully opens the passenger's door where Jimin is still sleeping soundly on the hard polyester fabric with that same cute expression on his unaware face.

Chuckling a little, Yoongi proceeds to occupy the space beside the sleeping male and lean over until he could finally take in the younger's every delicate feature that he felt the need to protect.

As the senior lovingly steals an observing look at Jimin's flushed down long lashes, his crimson cheeks that are due to the alcohol, his sparkly eyeshadow that still managed to glimmer even in total darkness and those glossy pair of lips which some part of it has been washed away by liquid but still looked so mesmerising.

"So beautiful even in your sleep, I wonder how pretty you would be when laying on my bed too."

Cannot help himself from touching something so unreal, Yoongi compellingly brought up his slender fingers to gently caress the younger's high trendy cheekbones and down to his slightly parted lips just so he could equally spread the freshman's scarlet lipgloss onto the male's full lower lips and also his upper in a careful motion.

"I wish I could have you." Yoongi soothes whilst his gaze trailed down to where the stranger has kissed and was unable to leave a dark shade of hickey, being the cause of the younger's distress.

"He touched you in such a non-gentlemen way huh? He cannot give you hickeys unlike me who can colour your skin like crayons? Damn...a pretty thing like you should be locked up in a cage and only for me to see."

When did he become this greedy?

Soon, Yoongi's dark lustful orbs made their way down to take in the younger's clothing for tonight's special and he wasn't disappointed at all; silk red shirt that sticks to the latter's abdomen, tight fit pair of dark jeans that hugs around-

- his sultry hips, multiple necklaces that shimmers away its youth and dangly feminine earrings with blue gems stone engravement which perfectly contrasts with the male's electric orange hair.

Humming a quiet tune, Yoongi' detaches his darkened gaze away from the younger's luscious-looking pair of thighs but instead, his eyes helplessly find their new target which happened to be the male's wanting to be marked neck that yearns for him and only him.

"You wouldn't mind do you?" The mint haired senior questioned as his lips worked like a magnet and move on their own to slowly leaned closer for the latter's neck where he could easily claim and coloured it like crayons.

"You want to get fucked tonight but he can't please you like me." Yoongi cockily rasps, so close of placing his sharp thin lips on Jimin's fragile skin that could risk waking up the beauty anytime soon but even worst, spoiled all his plans.

"Just one hickey, how bad coul-

"Master!"

Pausing whatever crime he was about to commit, Yoongi dramatically held his breath and immediately removed his lips far away from the male's neck that he was just a heartbeat away from tasting.

Sighing a little, the minty head grumpily switched his focus to be on his one and only trusted maid who was standing there in the cold with her head bowed down and pale as snow hands neatly clasped together affronted of her uniform as if she was waiting for her master's orders.

"Everything is ready sir." Yoonji politely informed while bowing her head down even more.

Nodding his head understandingly, Yoongi glanced back at the sleeping angel beside him and took off his black polo cap just so he could carefully wear it on Jimin's bright orange head.

The cap protecting the freshman from the cold that was yet to come once he gently placed his large cold hands under the younger's die for body and gently carry him out of the taxi in a bridal style.

In fact, Jimin wasn't that heavy and Yoongi had no problem with the sleeping male being in his arms while still snoring so cutely but as he made his way towards the mansion he has driven to, Yoongi lines up his shoes once he reaches the maid's lonely side.

"You know what to do with the car?" The man asks for confirmation to his once spoken orders while not even bothered to glance down at the young girl who then parted her obedient lips.

"Yes master, you shall rest up."

"Good." Satisfied, Yoongi grinned before his eyes soon fall to the sleeping beauty inside his arms and caught a glimpse of those puckled, plumb, glossy lips which he wanted to kiss the most.

"Will you wake up if I kiss you?"

No. Have you forgotten the rules?

Only a kiss from True Love can break the beauty's slumber and lift its curse.

The senior's loving smile saddened as his fast-beating heart swelled at the thought alone. Jimin will never love him.

Even if the beauty in his arms wakes up now, he will still not love him and if this was in one of those shitty fairy tales, Jimin wouldn't even be able to blink his eyes open no matter how many times Yoongi has kissed him because after all...his brave attempts are just simply not a 'True Love Kiss'.

'A Kiss From True Love' they said. Lies.

Jimin's POV

Groaning lowly, the orange-haired freshman twists and turn under the cotton-soft fabric he feels like getting lost in more than he already has for 9 sleeping hours now but once he breathes in the unfamiliar scent of fresh pine, his sore body froze as his eyes blinked open shockingly fast at that instant.

"Where am I?" Jimin whispered underneath his morning breath as he stares into complete darkness, there wasn't the slightest bit of light under those blinds he was trapped in.

"Blindfold?" The pretty freshman questioned in panic but as he was about to bring his hands to the rescue, both of them were unable to move and even made a sound of chain rattling.

Wrist cuffs...fuck. Jimin's heart accelerated faster as he tries to process what the hell is going on. Why am I being blindfolded? Where am I? Is this one of Taehyung's silly pranks?

Those questions swarming his head for answers, Jimin hisses a little when he tries recalling back the memories from last night but all he could remember was the drink Hoseok gave him after he has come out from that bathroom which he nearly got raped by a stranger who doesn't even know how to kiss but aside from that, everything was too blurry to work out.

"Taxi..." Jimin furrowed his eyebrows together as he tries to think harder into his drunkenness but the last image he managed to visualised was the driver's blurry lips in the rearview mirror which made him feel sick all of a sudden.

Sighing a little, Jimin gave up and decided to focus on the present despite knowing such little information such as how he was all currently being blindfolded and handcuffed on a stranger's bed who could possibly...

"Did I had sex?" The blindfolded male cannot help but think as he feels his cheeks turning pink at the inappropriate thought but the only way to prove this theory is to clench his muscle ring in that typical area so Jimin did in pure embarrassment.

"Aishh Park Jimin! You just have to think stupid don't you?" The freshman whined at himself and his nasty theory which was proven false since his hole is as good as new.

White noise filling up his head because of how silent the room was, Jimin knew it was no point screaming for help as he was kidnapped for a reason so feeling helpless and bored, he plopped his orange head back down on the soft pillows and wait for any sound at all.

However, as long as he waited in complete darkness, his bladder just couldn't hold itself.

"I need to pee!" The desperate freshman cried out while rubbing his legs together.

Soon, 10 long anxious seconds passed and there was no sign of living things which made Jimin only sighed before parting his daring lips again to say the worst. "Fine then! I will piss on your bed and you will be the one cleaning my shit!"

Suddenly, the door slowly creaks open and a maid entered the room with her head lowered down politely and her dark shouldered length hair flushed to the side of her pale delicate skin.

"W-who are you?" Hearing creaking sounds that he worked out to be the door's, Jimin anxiously asked after gulping down his own saliva.

"Master sent me." The maid spoke shortly before closing the door from behind and made her way towards the man who was being blindfolded and has both of his wrists chained down to the bed like an animal.

"A girl?" Jimin thought before it soon clicked. Must be the maid.

However before Jimin could ask further, cold shivers travel down his spine as his now unblindfolded large round eyes were able to scan the unknown room which has its windows permanently blocked and was decorated with many old wooden furniture that seemed like it has been neatly cleaned and dusted for his arrival.

The room was themed red, the walls were painted black, the carpet was blood colour and the bed Jimin was chained to was crimson as its bedsheet was made out of silk and so is the soft pillows that his kidnapper was kind enough to accommodate him with such luxury.

Soon, Jimin noticed two doors which he has guessed for one of them to be the bathroom where he will be having his wee and the other on the far left to be the only exit to this snarky prison which seemed too decorative for someone who has been kidnapped.

Perfect.

An escape was exactly what he needed.