It was around a week that you had been trapped inside his basement, he never pushed you beyond your comfort zone and if you began to freak out he’d give you the space
Over and over he would explain that he only kidnapped you to protect you, protect you from what? From everyone that wanted you

The basement creaked open, your body shuffled off of the cold mattress as your eyes flickered open. Yuta’s slender figure was looking down at you at the top of the stairs with a soft smile, a plate of breakfast in his hand as he shut and locked the door behind him. His shoes clicked with each step that had brought him closer, when he was in front of you with a front tugging onto his lips as his eyes had a weary look in them
“Come on, Anon.” Yuta crouches down and sets the plate down in front of you, his hand reaches out and cups your cheek
“You gotta eat, please?” His thumb trails and brushed over your cheek, a smile spread onto his face and you leaned into his touch slightly
“Ahh… I knew you’d warm up.” With those words you pulled away, your eyes fluttering in frustration
“Come on, don’t act so cold.” He frowned once again but you knew this was bad and you knew you were growing accustomed to his hospitality, you knew you couldn’t lose yourself.
“Eat for me, please Anon.” He begged softly, he picked up the plastic fork and poked the food before hovering it over your mouth