Jongsuk could smell the scent of cigarettes floating across the room as his consciousness returned.  Coughing, he tried to open his eyes but winced as the side of his head throbbed with pain.  He could taste copper in his mouth; he’d bit down on the side of his cheek when he’d gotten hit.  Sharp pain shot through his neck as he shifted.  Pulling on his hands, he let out a groan when he realized they had been handcuffed behind his back. 

Clenching his teeth, he opened his eyes.  He was lying on the floor of the hotel room where he had been ambushed.  His vision was blurry and dizzying but he could make out the shape of a bed near his feet and a table and chair against the wall.

Jongsuk tried to blink away the blur, his breathing heavy as all the pain in his body returned to him.  He shifted his legs and tried to lift his head but it was no use; he had no strength in his body and his neck hurt like hell.  He watched with tension as a pair of legs swung from the bed and slipped into slippers.  Slowly, they walked over to him before stopping only two feet in front of him.

Letting out a breath of pain, Jongsuk turned his head as much as the pain would allow and looked up at the person standing before him.  He wasn’t surprised to see the authority’s tall figure looming over him.  In the darkness of the room with his back against the light, the authority’s face was hidden in the shadows.  But even so, Jongsuk didn’t miss the smirk on the authority’s face as the man stared down at him.

“Good morning princess,” the authority murmured softly before pausing and opening his mouth as if he just realized something, “Ah but… it’s still night time so…”  He crouched down, his face suddenly a lot closer in distance.

Jongsuk clenched his teeth as the man’s face became more visible.  This man was the captain of the marines that had set up base in this town.  And Jongsuk… he’d walked right into a trap. 

Furious at himself for falling for something so simple, Jongsuk mustered all of his strength and tried to sit up.  His vision blurred again as the pain in his head exploded again, making him grimace.  To make things worse, the authority reached forward and held onto his shoulders to prevent him from falling back onto his face.

“Oh, oh,” the man cooed as if talking to a baby, “Careful now.”  Like a parent would to a fallen child, he gently leaned Jongsuk back against the wall.  “No more blood on that pretty face,” he chastised as he took a handkerchief and dabbed at the cut on the side of Jongsuk’s head, “That would just be no fun.”

Turning away from his touch, Jongsuk curled his lips in a snarl and glared at the man.  As if it wasn’t enough to have been captured, the man was treating him with sarcasm and disrespect.  He wanted to throw his hands around the man’s neck and throttle him for belittlement.

“I…” the man said, clapping a firm hand on his chest just above his heart, “Am Kim Woobin.”  He nodded innocently before a smirk spread across his lips again.  Narrowing his eyes, he reached forward with that same hand and tipped Jongsuk’s chin towards him.  “And you are…?” he whispered, smiling.

Jongsuk felt a shiver run down his spine as he glared back into the man’s eyes.  There was something unsettling about Kim Woobin that made his blood run cold and his stomach twist into knots.   The way Woobin looked at him made his skin crawl… as if he was being stared down by a lion about to feast on its prey.

“Go to hell,” Jongsuk snarled, jerking his chin out of Woobin’s grasp.  His heart raced in his chest as he maintained eye contact.  He wanted to look away, to cower, to beg for forgiveness and to just survive… but his pride as a soldier, as a pilot, and as a man wouldn’t allow him to lower his head when confronting his enemy.

Woobin shook his head and tsk-ed before pulling out something from his pocket.  The darkness had kept it from view but it was now visible in the lamplight.  Jongsuk felt his stomach twist as he stared at the glint of his own hunting knife, now in the hand of his enemy captain.  Something that had been a part of him since his enlistment now became something that could easily end his life.  He watched as Woobin twirled the knife in his hands, his heart racing with terror.  Was he going to die?  Would it be quick?  The knife was sharp after all…

“Wrong answer,” Woobin said, giving him a scolding look before looking down at the knife in his hands, “But that’s okay… I already know your name.”  He looked up, his gaze meeting Jongsuk’s.  The smirk faded, replaced by an expression of a killer.  “Lee Jongsuk,” he murmured, his eyes cold as they bore into Jongsuk’s.  He held up the handle of the knife and pointed at the three characters etched into the handle.  “Lee… Jong… Suk,” he enunciated, tapping his long finger on the handle with each word. 

Jongsuk tried to remain calm.  So what if his name was known?  That didn’t change anything.  He needed to buy time so he could figure out a way to escape.  “How did you know I would come?” he asked, “No… how did you even know it was me?”  He thought back to the gather at the town square.  He had already been exposed when he’d eavesdropped on the man’s conversation with the other marine.  But how?

Woobin scoffed and chuckled, his smirk returning to his face.  “Singling you out was simple.  You were a good head taller than most of the others in town…” he drawled, “But more than that, I guess I’m just too good.”  He chuckled at his own compliment and said, “I wasn’t sure… so I threw down some bait thinking it’d be useless.  Who knew you were stupid enough to bite?”

Jongsuk clenched his teeth and balled his hands into fists.  As much as he hated to admit it, the man was right.  It was a stupid move, infiltrating the hotel simply because of something he’d overheard.  But he had been so desperate to communicate with base that he had missed picking up on the set up. 

“Aigoo,” Woobin said, reaching forward and grabbing Jongsuk’s face with his hand, “You’ll wrinkle your face if you keep frowning.”  He ran a thumb over Jongsuk’s cheek and murmured, “And wouldn’t that just be a waste?”

Curling his upper lip, Jongsuk tried to jerk his face away but Woobin’s hold was much too strong to shake off.  “So now what?” he asked, his mind racing with ways to escape.  He could charge forward and knock the man onto his seat… but did he have enough strength to get out of the hotel without being captured again?  Besides his hands were cuffed… how would he even get out?  “What are you going to do with me now?” he asked, trying to buy time.  He had to do something… something!

Woobin gave him a knowing smile and cocked his head to the side.  “Give you a bath,” he said simply.

Jongsuk’s eyes widened as he stared at the man, completely dumbfounded.  Did… did he just say bath?

“You’re filthy,” Woobin said, wiping his thumb across Jongsuk’s cheek again, “Even pets need a bath once in a while.”

“P…” Jongsuk started, unsure of what he was hearing.  He watched in stunned silence as Woobin stood and walked over to his desk. 

Opening up the drawer, Woobin pulled out a small bottle and twisted the cap off.  Returning to Jongsuk, he knelt down again and waved the bottle like a kid showing off his new toy.  “You’ll like this,” he said, reaching out with his free hand and covering Jongsuk’s mouth with his palm easily, “I heard it makes all the pain go away.” 

His eyes wide with terror, Jongsuk jerked to shake off the hand but it was no use.  The man was much stronger than he was and his head was easily forced back against the wall.  Unable to move, Jongsuk held his breath as Woobin brought the bottle under his nose.  There was no way he was going to inhale whatever was in that bottle. 

Sensing his determination, Woobin sighed and relaxed his grip slightly.  Pulling Jongsuk’s face forward, he slammed it back against the wall hard enough make a dull thud.

His vision exploded with stars as Jongsuk temporarily lost focus.  He gasped and it was all Woobin needed.  Jongsuk jerked his head again but it was too late; he could smell a sweet scent floating through his nostrils.  Squeezing his eyes shut, Jongsuk continued to jerk his head left and right.  He kicked his legs against the ground but he didn’t have enough strength to land a kick on the authority.

“The more you struggle,” Woobin said as-a-matter-of-factly, “The faster it’ll spread.  Well, that’s what I want anyway.”  Releasing Jongsuk’s face, he stood and stretched before walking back towards the table and putting the bottle away.  “Now be a good boy and wait,” he said, “I’ll go get the bath water ready.” 

Jongsuk could barely hear him over the sound of his own heavy breathing.  His vision swam and his hearing became tunneled.  Everything, from the running of water to the man’s footsteps, sounded as if they were coming from inside a tunnel.  Strangely enough, his heart slowed and the pain began to ebb away.  Soon, his vision stopped spinning too.  Everything came into sharp focus, making his surroundings look surreal.  Despite the disappearance of the pain, he now had even less strength in his limbs.  He couldn’t even lift his arms or shift his legs anymore.

Jongsuk felt a strange mix of desperation and serenity.  He was terrified of what was happening to his body… and yet the effects of the drug made him feel almost… happy.  He wanted to scream at his helplessness, but all that came out was a soft grunt.

“See,” he heard the man’s voice echo inside his head, “I told you it’d spread faster.” 

Jongsuk looked up in time to see the man lean over him and undo the cuff on his hands.  Unable to speak, he felt hands on his arms pulling him up before he was hoisted over the authority’s shoulders and carried into the bathroom like a sack of rice.  He wanted to yell, to snarl at the man but all that came out was a soft whimper. 

“Aigoo,” Woobin grunted as he lowered Jongsuk unto the covered toilet near a bathtub b with steaming water.  Cracking his neck, he knelt down and began ing Jongsuk’s shirt.  “I bet you’ll look so pretty once all this filth is washed off,” Woobin chattered merrily.

Jongsuk could do nothing but watch as Woobin pushed the shirt from his shoulders with a big smile.  It reminded Jongsuk of a boy unwrapping his first ever Christmas present and he felt exactly like that… a present.  He grimaced as he felt fingers brush against his stomach.  He felt the tug of his pants and watched as they slid down his legs and pooled at his feet.  Looking up, he met the man’s gaze as the latter hooked his fingers around the elastic of his underpants.  Unable to speak, Jongsuk gathered every single fiber of hate and tried to send them through his eyes.  He glared at the man with a warning but he knew it was useless.  There was absolutely nothing he could do at this point to overpower the authority.  If he was powerless before, he had now been downgraded to a limp doll with the effect of the drug.

Woobin grinned, as if reading his thoughts.  With a playful tug, he pulled Jongsuk’s underwear down and discarded it on the floor next to his pants.  “There we go,” he said standing back to admire his new toy, “Lucky me.”  Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned forward with outstretched arms but stopped as a knock from the front door interrupted them.

Jongsuk looked over towards the bathroom exit, as did Woobin.  He felt a sliver of fear in his stomach before it was quickly pushed down by a wave of serenity.  He cursed the drug; he couldn’t even feel anxious anymore.  He needed a dose of adrenaline now more than ever.

Curling his lips in annoyance, Woobin sighed and walked out to the main room.  From his seat on the toilet, Jongsuk heard the sound of a door being opened and someone saying out a salute.

“What?” he heard Woobin say with a deep voice dripping with authority.

“Sir,” someone said from outside, “We found this in a ditch at the edge of town on our patrol, sir!”  There was a brief moment of silence before the person continued, “We will continue to patrol around town.  Several teams are combing through the forest for the criminal.  We will report to you as soon as we catch him, sir!”

Jongsuk waited for Woobin to tell his underling that the criminal had already been caught.  What was the point of having his people search for a criminal he already had sitting stark in his bathroom?  And come to think of it, it was strange he hadn’t told anyone already.  After all, Jongsuk had been unconscious… even if it was a short duration, he would’ve had enough time to call the guards from downstairs.  So why didn’t he?  Jongsuk couldn’t understand why the authority hadn’t alerted anyone of his capture.

“Good work,” Jongsuk heard Woobin say before the sound of the door closing floated across the room.  He frowned in confusion as he stared at the bathroom doorway.  Why didn’t the authority alert the others?  What was his purpose… his intentions?

Jongsuk let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as Woobin walked back into the bathroom with his usual smirk on his face.  In his hands was the pilot uniform Jongsuk had discarded the night before.

“Look what they found,” Woobin said, holding up the uniform.  Tossing it to the floor, he rolled up his sleeves and walked over to Jongsuk.  “Now,” he said, “Where were we?”

Why didn’t you tell them… Jongsuk wanted to ask.  But instead of words, his voice made a soft gurgling noise.  Frowning in frustration, he let out a soft sigh.

“Right,” Woobin said, taking a hold of his arm and pulling him to his feet, “In you go.”  He easily lifted Jongsuk and slipped him into the bathtub.

Jongsuk shivered as warmth surrounded him.  The warm water felt like heaven and the heat seemed to send another wave of the strange happiness through his drugged mind.  He closed his eyes and just revelled in the heat for a moment.  He waited for the authority’s rough hands to begin washing him as the latter had said he would.  But after a long pause and still no washing, he opened his droopy eyes and looked to his side.  His eyes widened as a fresh wave of anxiety washed through him before it was quickly replaced by serenity.

Woobin had discarded his clothes too and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at his face with raised eyebrows.  He ran a hand over his chin, where light stubble had begun to form, and scratched at it.  “Hmm,” he said, “I need to shave.”  Taking out his razor, he began running soap over his chin.

Jongsuk couldn’t help but wonder just what the man was up to.  What did he want?  What was the point in washing a captive?  Jongsuk couldn’t help but run his eyes over the man’s chiseled body.  Scars riddled his arms and back but a lone scar stood out the most and drew Jongsuk’s eyes.  There was a round scar just above the authority’s right knee; Jongsuk guessed it was from a bullet.  Whatever the man Kim Woobin had been through, his body had scribed the history within his tissues.  And from the looks of it, the young captain certainly didn’t have a heartwarming childhood.

“There,” Woobin said, setting down the razor and washing his face of residual soap foam, “Much better.”  Turning towards the tub, he walked over and looked down at Jongsuk with a smile.  “Now… move over,” he said, dipping one leg into the tub.

Jongsuk let out an estranged grunt as his eyes widened into saucers.  Surely… the authority wasn’t going to climb in with him?  He felt his heart skip a beat as the man pulled him forward and slipped into the tub from behind him.  Jongsuk felt himself being pulled back so that he leaned against the other man’s chest.  He grimaced as he felt the man’s package rub at his tailbone.

“Now isn’t this just cozy?” Woobin murmured into his ear with a deep voice.

Jongsuk let out a shaky gasp as he felt hands on his chest.  They ran across his collarbone and slowly down the side of his torso before stopping just above his hips.  His mind raced with wild thoughts, each less believable than the last.  Surely, the man wasn’t thinking…?  Was that why the others weren’t alerted?  But… how was this possible?

“We’re going to have some fun,” Woobin murmured into his ear, “You and I.  Being Army is too boring sometimes… never any women around.”

Jongsuk swallowed nervously as he felt the man’s hot breath against his ear.  He closed his eyes and grimaced as he felt fingers brush his privates.  He felt the sense of desperation well up again as he tried to move his arms to no avail.  It seemed impossible… but it was happening.

This man was going to use his body to relieve his ual frustrations… and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

Author's notes:

You all know what's coming next right?  XD  Kya I'm excited too!!  But first, I need to update Love Me o.O