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The situation was rather unconventional, if Ekko could say so himself.
He would be lying if he said he'd never imagined himself tied up, blindfolded, with a gag in his mouth. But in those scenarios, he was usually wearing far fewer clothes, and it all took place in a hotel room, with scented candles and romantic music.
Not in an abandoned warehouse.
Not tied to a plastic chair.
Oh, well.
His mom had told him not to wander around dark alleys at night. But Ekko had run out of his favorite soda, and the lyrics for his new song just wouldn't come, so it felt like a sin not to make a quick run to the nearest 24/7 store.
Now he was here.
Senna and Akali would tear out all his dreads and rip his head off.
Ekko sighed helplessly through the holes in the plastic ball that was currently preventing him from speaking.
At least it wasn't duct tape or a dirty sock—small mercies.
Yep, at the tender and quite naive age of eighteen, Ekko had managed to get himself kidnapped.
It seemed he'd been knocked out from behind in the alley behind the store, because he had woken up already tied up. His ears were still ringing, but nothing else hurt particularly badly, so Ekko detachedly assumed that his kidnapper probably wanted to demand a ransom from the company. Risky, in his opinion, because the chance of getting caught and sentenced for something like this was pretty much one hundred percent—didn't seem very logical. But that wasn't his problem.
His problem would be the chewing-out he'd get once he was free. Not to mention all the interviews with journalists, the TV shows, and the increased security, for which Ekko would get an earful from each member of the band separately. Especially from Senna, who was used to sneaking off for dates without informing management.
He wondered how much longer he had to sit here? Had the kidnapper already contacted his employer? He was thirsty... And he kinda had to pee, to be honest. God, what if he had to sit like this all day? His ass would fall off!
Ekko squirmed awkwardly in the chair, trying to shift his weight from one buttock to the other so that his butt would only go numb on one side at a time.
It was so quiet.
And boring.
Don't villains in these situations usually deliver their villainous monologue, explaining their entire motivation? Ekko was so bored sitting still that he'd even be willing to listen to a collection of history lectures, just to have something to do.
How much time had passed since he came to? Half an hour? An hour? It was hard to tell.
He guessed this was how people went crazy.
Boo-oring!
Ekko tiredly threw his head back and started tapping his foot on the floor.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
Tap-tap-tap.
Which line of the song had he been stuck on before? Since he had nothing better to do, he might as well get some work done.
Should he write a song about being held captive? Based on real events and all that. Although, considering the gag in his mouth was most likely bought from a sex shop, just like the leather cuffs on his wrists, he probably shouldn't.
Hmm…
Wait a second, wasn't he supposed to have some work scheduled for today? When was that magazine photoshoot… Wait, if you get kidnapped, does that count as a contract breach by your fault? He really didn't want to pay a penalty. Oh, but on the bright side, they wouldn't have to invest in advertising for a while, because after something like this, people would definitely be talking about him online for at least a week. Well, or a day or two. That's still good. And his reputation would be fine. Hopefully.
Ekko’s stomach rumbled from hunger.
He'd kill for some of those blueberry pancakes from that cafe near his old school, the one he used to frequent. With his current level of fame, Ekko couldn't just go there anymore—he had to occasionally ask someone from the team to play delivery boy. He couldn't help it—blueberry pancakes were his comfort food, and after an especially exhausting tour, nothing could get him back on his feet faster than that treat.
Sniff—
Weird.
It seemed he was so hungry he was starting to hallucinate things.
Because why else would that familiar, mouth-watering smell of blueberries and pancakes appear?
"Sorry for the delay!"
Somewhere behind him, a door slammed open with a bang, and the resulting draft swept fresh air from the street and the noise of passing cars into the room.
So he was still in the city.
The second thing Ekko realized was that the voice was female—with a slight huskiness and cheerful notes in it.
The door slammed shut, followed by hurried footsteps and the rustle of bags.
"There was such a long line! But I brought your favorite pancakes! ...Oh, crap, I don't have any plates here. Do you mind having to use a plastic fork, hmm?"
If Ekko could speak, he still wouldn't have been able to utter a word—he was so utterly dumbfounded at that moment.
His kidnapper was a woman.
And she knew about his pancakes.
Ah…
A fan.
Ekko didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If it were just a kidnapper, it would have been much simpler, honestly.
"Oh, right! The gag! Heh. Sorry, sorry, I completely forgot about it. I hope it wasn't too hard to breathe? My guests are usually quite noisy. Let me…"
Ekko flinched as cool, slender fingers briefly brushed his cheeks. The woman's hands slid to the back of his head, unfastening the leather strap that held the plastic ball in his mouth.
Feeling a taste of freedom, Ekko took a greedy gulp of air through his mouth and began to work his sore jaw. Crack! Oh, damn, his jaw actually cracked. Wait... Wha— Ew, yuck, because his mouth had been forced open, a whole river of saliva had pooled, leaving his entire chin and the corners of his lips wet. Ugh! Gross.
"Okay, let's take off the blindfold too, pretty boy," the kidnapper cooed, and the blindfold fell from Ekko's eyes.
The first thing he saw were incredibly bright, light green eyes. Their hue was accentuated by dark pink eyeshadow and a white mask that covered half the face of the woman who was looking at him with a cat-like, satisfied smile. Her hair, dyed light blue and pink, smelled of mint and strawberries—delicious.
Ekko blinked.
Oh.
Whoa.
Wait a minute.
Green eyes.
Pink and blue hair.
A mask on her face.
Oh, shit…
"Jinx," he exhaled as his brain finished piecing the mosaic of facts together.
Hearing her name, the woman known as a supervillain who kept all of Piltover in fear, beamed. "You've heard of me!" she exclaimed and clapped her hands. Ekko gave a nervous smile in return. Had he heard of her? Well…
"Of course," he replied, clearing his throat and deliberately averting his gaze. "You're on the news more often than I am."
Jinx giggled hearing that and winked. "Oh, don't be greedy, pretty boy! Can't help it—I just love attention!"
As if Ekko wouldn't know how much this woman loved attention.
She had announced herself two years ago, back when Ekko was still in high school and just preparing for his debut. She had set fire to some Piltie office, which was later accused of violating labor laws and tax evasion. Ekko thought at the time that they probably deserved it, those piltie-pigs.
That was the beginning of his two-year-long… interest.
Yeah, interest.
If something was making noise or exploding somewhere, you could be sure Jinx had been nearby. She mocked the police, left taunting messages here and there, and just generally caused mischief. Teenage Ekko was fascinated. He'd always had that urge to break rules, to protest. In the end, he found a way to channel his protest through music. He and Jinx had risen to the peak of fame almost simultaneously. And Ekko would be lying if he said he wasn't sometimes inspired by her unapologetic, wild and chaotic image.
She was charismatic, smart, beautiful, and hated Piltover.
By all accounts, the perfect girl.
And she even brought him blueberry pancakes.
Ekko never stood a chance.
"Oh, it's been so long since I've had these pancakes! Yum-yum!" Jinx sang, moving somewhere behind Ekko and starting to rustle a bag.
Remembering that his sight had been restored, Ekko began to curiously examine the room. What he had previously mistaken for an abandoned warehouse turned out to be a tiny apartment with tightly drawn blinds on the windows, gray walls covered in posters and graffiti, and various scattered parts, some of which clearly served as lamps, emitting a warm yellow light.
And although, having read plenty of comics, Ekko had imagined a villain's lair a bit differently, one couldn't say Jinx hadn't lived up to his expectations.
"Aha, okay, we need a table. Just a sec!"
Jinx rushed past him and disappeared through a door that he assumed led to a bedroom. This was followed by grunting, creaking, a crash, and finally the villainess reappeared in his field of view, now holding a round stool. With a happy smile, Jinx plopped the "table" down in front of her captive and disappeared again, returning a couple of seconds later with a cardboard container in her hands.
"Blueberry pancakes with cream sauce!" the woman presented the dish, placing the container in front of Ekko. Next to it, she placed the plastic fork and knife that came with it. Shrugging apologetically, Jinx sat down on a chair opposite him. "I lost my forks... Sorry."
"Uh-huh," Ekko managed, bewildered. "You... lost your forks? Like, what, all of them?"
How do you even lose FORKS?
Jinx awkwardly laughed and averted her gaze, her fingers nervously fiddling with the end of a long blue strand of hair. "We-ell... I might have put them in the toaster last week. Or maybe I used them for a game of darts. There's also a chance one of them was used to make a mousetrap, but I'm not sure, it could have been a knife. Or a spoon. No, definitely a knife! But where did I put the forks..."
Oh God, is she for real?
Ekko stared at the woman who kept all of Piltover in fear and, apparently, loved using cutlery as disposable materials.
How weird was it that she had just become even more attractive in his eyes?
Ekko waited.
Jinx waited too.
The already awkward situation was rapidly becoming even more awkward.
He carefully shifted his weight from one buttock to the other.
Jinx shifted her green-eyed gaze from him to the pancakes.
Ekko also looked at his favorite dish and swallowed.
Was this some kind of sophisticated torture? To place food in front of a hungry captive and not let him eat?
Very villainous.
"You... don't want the pancakes?" the woman asked cautiously, pursing her lips. She began tapping her long, sharp nails on the table—the stool. And, either Ekko was finally losing his mind, or he recognized the rhythm her fingers were tapping as THE BADDEST by K/DA. Oh, Akali would be thrilled to learn that JINX is their fan.
"I do?" Ekko replied and immediately winced, realizing it sounded more like a question. "It's just that my hands are a bit busy."
Jinx raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Busy, huh?"
The green eyes dropped somewhere downward.
Ekko flushed crimson. "The handcuffs! I meant the handcuffs! Obviously."
A second for realization, and a loud, cackling laugh echoed through the apartment.
"Obviously!"
And instead of freeing at least one of his hands, this woman picked up the fork, dipped a piece of pancake in the sauce, and brought it to his mouth, cooing in a saccharine voice, "Say 'Ah'!"
In any other situation, with any other person, Ekko would have already tried to punch them in the face, or at least asked if they'd lost their mind.
But…
This was Jinx. And these were his favorite pancakes.
And Ekko was really, really hungry.
"A-ah," Ekko obediently drawled, opening his mouth, not taking his eyes off the bright green ones.
Jinx slowly brought the fork to his mouth, and Ekko leaned forward slightly, closing his lips around the fork. And instead of just letting go, he slowly ran his tongue over the tines, licking off the sauce, and let out a soft, involuntary moan as the sweet taste of perfectly cooked batter and the tartness of ripe berries spread through his mouth.
Ekko realized he had closed his eyes, because when he opened them, he saw Jinx's cheeks and ears had turned pretty red, and her pupils were slightly dilated.
Oh.
"Delicious," Ekko murmured, mesmerized by the sight. It might have sounded excessively suggestive, because the woman in front of him choked and fidgeted in her seat.
"Good," she whispered, hiding her gaze behind her bangs as she dipped the next piece into the sauce.
As if catching his vibe, Jinx had started deliberately, slowly and smoothly dipping the pancake pieces into the sauce, biting her lower lip and stealing glances at Ekko. She started playing with him, sometimes pulling the fork away at the last moment, or placing it just far enough that he had to lean forward to reach it. By the end of the feeding session, Ekko had completely forgotten that he had been kidnapped, tied up, and was probably being searched for everywhere.
When the food was finished and the room had gotten somewhat warm, Ekko tried to assess the situation again. Now that he was full, content, and somewhat... excited, he could try to find out something useful.
"So... Jinx. Um... are you into BDSM?"