Everything seemed fuzzy and a blur when Jongin finally woke up. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself tied up on a bed. He slowly lifted his head up to look around the somewhat familiar room and then moved his gaze to find a familiar figure of a tall blonde man painting.

“Ah! Good morning darling, I hope your head is feeling much better today. It was very unfortunate that you slipped and bumped your head on the side of the dresser.” Kris gave a sly smirk, while red paint vigorously on the canvas.

Jongin looked a bit confused. He wasn’t fully awake yet and everything felt like a puzzle in his mind, one that had missing pieces. So many questions crossed his mind, such as; how come no one came looking for him? Didn’t anyone hear his cry yesterday? So many questions lingered around but no answers.

Jongin shifted his gaze to Kris. “You’re lying…I…You must have hit me with some kind of weapon. Last thing I remember was calling out for help…and then something.” Jongin felt like his head was going to burst and thought that he was going to have a migraine.

“Hush baby, don’t over think things.” Kris hummed and stared at Jongin who was aggressively fighting with the ropes.

“You know the color red is a marvelous color. It has the power to convey many different emotions that lie beneath our souls. Red can convey love and warmth, which we all strive for. It can also convey rage, jealousy which we all fight with everyday.” Kris finished his little monolog, got up from his seat dipped his right hand into an open bottle of red paint.

Kris stared at his own hand now covered in red paint, his eyes twinkling at the sight of dripping paint. To Kris the red paint almost looked like blood. Kai all wide eyed, couldn’t help but look on at the now crazy Picasso and anxiously waiting for what he would do next.

“Red can also represent blood…blood shed from the ones we love most.” Kris showed a slight glimpse of his gummy teeth to Jongin and used the white shirt he was wearing at the moment to wipe his hand clean. Jongin’ chest kept rising up and down heavily. He was flabbergasted and scared of what Kris would do to him or anyone he dearly care for.   

“Kris please let me go; I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Jongin begged. Kris took off his now stained white shirt and flung it to the side. He dragged his seat towards the bed; set on it in a hunched position and hung his head for a couple of seconds. Jongin lifted his own head to analyze Kris, he didn’t know what was going through the giants mind but one thing he did know was that Kris was suffering from some sort of mental breakdown… disease maybe. He stared at the taller boy who kept his head closer to the ground.

Kris with no warning at all bursted out laughing hysterically, Kai was startled and felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Kris slowly raised his gaze to meet Jongin’. His gaze was different, Jongin thought; it was more animal like and frankly creepy. Jongin couldn’t help but blink constantly, as Kris analyzed his whole body from head to toe.

Kris shifted his body from the seat and settled himself on the bed. He then placed his head on top of Jongin’ chest. Jongin felt as if he was going to pass out now, because Kris was invading his personal space.

Kris grabbed Jongin’ sweater and took a whiff of its odor.

“It smells just like you, sweet and innocent.” Kris moved his head away from Jongin’ heaving chest. He got up from the bed and made his way toward the dresser where a bowl of oats and a glass of orange juice were placed.

“I woke up very early to make breakfast for you. So I hope it’s to your liking.” Kris took the tray that contained the bowl of oats and juice on it and placed the tray on the bed.

Kris set near Jongin and took a huge spoonful of the oats and tried to force feed Jongin, who naturally resisted.

“Come on darling, you need your strength. I woke up very early to make you this breakfast. Please eat for your hyung.” Kris kept forcing on; Jongin shook his head in disagreement and his plump lips inwards so the spoon wouldn’t invade his mouth.

“If you’re really my hyung, you wouldn’t be treating me like your damn prisoner. You don’t care about me; if you really did care you would have never tied me to this bed. Help! Help! D.O Help me.” Jongin screamed. Kris started laughing again at Jongin’ pathetic attempt to be rescued.

“What’s so funny? What did you do to D.O?” Jongin was afraid that Kris might have gotten to D.O.

“Well, Well Jongin. I didn’t do anything to your beloved D.O. Everyone is gone. Today is the 20^th of December; they went to visit their families for the remainder of this month. I guess you stuck with me.” Kris placed the bowl of oat back on the tray.

“Damn it! I totally forgot, what about you hyung? Aren’t you going to visit your family too?” Jongin acted as if he was concerned.

“I took care of that mess, the others think I’m on my way to Canada as we speak and you left yesterday in a hurry to visit your sisters. You were in such a rush that you left a message with me, so I could break the news to them.” Kris took some orange juice and tried to force Jongin to drink it.

“Jongin, you’re my family now and all I want to do is please you. I’m hoping we can find a way to break free from SM and start a new life together far, far away from this toxic industry…And maybe who knows , we could start our own little family.” Kris smiled at Jongin who immediately cringed at the thought of him and Kris together as a couple.

Jongin thought it would be a great idea to try reasoning with Kris, so he thought he would play along with Kris. Hoping that he would soften up and let down his guard. So Jongin cooperated and opened his mouth like a good boy, so Kris could help him drink the orange juice.

Kris raised an eyebrow when he saw Jongin opening his mouth with no complaint. He thought maybe the baseball bat knocked some sense into his thick sturbborn but also gorgeous head. “That’s a good boy, good, drink it all up.” Kris grinned.

Kris took the now empty glass and the bowl of oats and placed it back on the dresser, before settling himself back on the bed near Jongin. He started analyzing Jongin’ thick plump red lips, at the sight of Jongin’ lips he instantly started his own.

Then Kris hesitated at first but finally lifted his giant shaky hand and placed it softly on Jongin’ upper lip: tracing the corners of Jongin’ lips ever so gently before moving on to rub Jongin’ left cheek.

“You know I had this huge crush on you ever since you debuted on EXO-K. I wished so hard that I could have debuted alongside you in Korea but that doesn’t matter now, all that matters now is that we’re together.” Kris lifted his hand to brush away Jongin’ bangs. Jongin laid still and watched Kris.

Kris chuckled a bit before he began again. “You’re very beautiful, I hope you know that. You put a lot of girls to shame.”Kris moved in closer to place a light butterfly kiss on Jongin’ forehead. Jongin exhaled heavily.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Kris decided to back away from the shaky Jongin and went back to working on his painting.

A few hours later Jongin’ eyes felt heavy and he felt very drowsy. What was happening to him, his whole body started to feel numb.

“Kris hyung, what’s happening to me?” Jongin stared at Kris with half lidded eyes now.

“The drug is finally kicking in. Took it long enough. Well Jongie, I slipped in a little drug into your orange juice and oats. I knew you were going to be stubborn and not eat the oats; so I had the orange juice as a backup plan. The drug acts like a tranquilizer; it will cause your body to weaken and become numb, almost making you immobile for a few days. Giving me full control over you and enabling me the power to whisk you away from this dump.” Kris placed his paint brushes aside and moved back to Jongin’ side.

“Kr…Kri.” Jongin mumbled.

“Don’t worry baby, I will take good care of you.” Kris untied Jongin from the bed, who obviously couldn’t fight back, his arms wobbling like jelly now. Kris lifted the boy off the bed and onto his lap. He tugged Jongin’ head near his, so that their cheeks would be rubbing against each other, while Jongin’ arms hung freely.

Kris moved Jongin’ head to rest on his shoulder, before Jongin fell asleep completely. Kris stared at Kai’ half parted lips and thought it wouldn’t hurt if he stole just one kiss.

Kris lifted Jongin’ head with one hand, so that he could bring it closer to his for the kiss. Kris finally got the courage to place his lips on Jongin’, the kiss didn’t even last 10 seconds because Kris was the only one doing the kissing. The kiss didn’t turn out quite the way Kris had hoped; it was different, it wasn’t sweet as he had wished it would be… it was more like a bitter taste. It tasted more like bitter oranges and it was one ended.

Kris ran his free hand through his messy blonde hair and gently placed Jongin back on the bed.

“Why. This isn’t how it was suppose to turn out.” Kris climbed onto the bed and placed his head on top of Jongin’ chest, he closed his eyes and felt Jongin’ slow heart beat.

Before Kris could drift off to sleep he whispered to the other:” I wish I could wave a magic wand and make you love me, as much as I love you.” Teardrops escaped from Kris eyes as he shut his eyes tighter and drifted off to sleep.

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Kris woke up the next day; moved his head away from the boy’ heaving chest, pushed himself up and set on the edge of the bed, rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look on at his still sleeping beauty. He decided to go take a quick shower, when he returned from his refreshing shower, he found Jongin still asleep in the same position he had left him in.

Kris couldn’t stop think about how much he enjoyed listening to the boy’ heart beat all night, it was kind of soothing to him. Kris’ whole face was beaming that morning. He moved in closer to the bed and placed his palm on Jongin’ forehead, Jongin looked very pale for a guy with a tan.

“Oh my, you’re so cold, maybe I should get one of my blankets…hmm let me think, I think I have one stored away in the wardrobe.” Kris whispered to his seemingly unconscious Jongin and made his way to search for a blanket.

“Kris…Kris…I Lov… u.” Jongin mumbled. Kris’ heart started beating faster; he thought he was hearing things.

“I love you.” Jongin mumbled louder this time. Kris turned to face Jongin, who had his eyes still closed and who was still sleeping in the same position. Silence lingered for a short while, Kris stared harshly at Jongin.

“You’re bluffing.” Kris shouted out and shook his head while covering his ears so that if Jongin tried the ‘I love you’ again speech, he wouldn’t submit to it. He continued his search for a blanket. He found one and quickly covered Jongin with it.

“Kris I beg of you. Please let me go.” Jongin’ eyes looked red and his mouth dehydrated, Kris placed a kiss on Jongin’ cheek and petted Jongin’ head.

“I was wondering where the ‘let me go’ Jongin was hiding, didn’t take long for him to show himself. Thought you could fool me…But I must admit you had me going there for a minute. Listen baby, I’m going out for a while, I will be back soon.”   Kris stood up and dug for his car keys in his black coat and went out.

Before he could reach the stairway he heard someone whistling a familiar tune. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was D.O now making his way up the stairs.

Kris clenched his right hand into a fist. “I swear if that little troll gets in my way, I will take care of him. Permanently!”

Anyeong everyone. Firstly I want to say thank you for your comments and subscriptions. I’m sending a dozen of virtual hugs and kisses. Thank you for reading. I promise things are about to heat up in the next chapter.  So hold on tight. With love Joey ;)