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oh man oh fuck oh shit
everyone is SO MEAN TO MC đđđđ i genuinely just want her to get away from everything. to go settle somewhere nice and enjoy life!!!
but idonno if thats going to happenđđ
and by the looks of it, mc is rlly starting to,, kind of give in :((( i would say that it is better than mc wanting to die. but staying with yoongi??? that's kind of like deathđ«đ i do hope that she gets to talk to more ppl, like jungkook :( it seemed like those two had kind of a connection? or started developing one.
ALSO FUUUUUUCK TAE !!! oml that bitch is TESTING ME! like he KNOOOWS mc isnt okay nd is trying his damn best to do anything to take away from the guilt thats eating him alive. and i kind of hope it does ! also namjoon and mc?? they used to be a thing? or was it a fwb situation?
yoongi,,, yoongi can die ! honestly the amount of jokes hes made about mcs lack of sight is. so uncomfortable,, like bro pls, pls let her be. nd it seems like? yoongi knows more about mc than we do rn. which is- exciting honestly. its giving the tension between much more meaning (?) like well find out through their conflict more about the other. its thrilling rlly.
i hope mc doesnt get punished or anything like that:( LIKE PLS YOONGI UVE PUT HER THROUGH SM LET HER BEEEE
thank you so much for posting and sharing your story with us author⣠have a nice day and stay safe!!!
Dark&Wild (4) When You Realized No One Was Coming To Save You

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.
Sorry for the delay, I was on my last edit and literally that night I tested positive for C0VlD :') but I'm back now and feeling a lot better
yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin
TW:Â 18+ only, violence, guns, hostage, dubcon/noncon, reader manipulation, mind break, drugging, blowjob, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist
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Namjoon laid sprawled out on his bed, a pen twirling between his fingers, as you listened to his unfinished songs. He was always impressed at how you could pick up even the slightest changes in the melody. Tonight was no different, Joon was working on a couple of different beats, rapping over the high and punchy part of the melody, his deep voice acting as such a unique contrast. Heâs repeated the same bars so many times, you start to whisper the last word of each bar with him.
âCute.â
âHmm?â
âLast show is tomorrow,â he grunts, scribbling lyrics down in his notebook.
You hum, âWhatâs wrong? You donât sound happy about it.â
âYou know how everyone is so excited for tour to end, but I...â he pauses, âcanât help but start feeling sentimental. This show could be our lastâŠever.â
âHmm, yeah, but I doubt it,â you laugh, âIf that song is going to be your next release, youâre going to have another amazing tour to look forward to.â
âThanks,â Namjoon hesitates. âYouâre not just saying that to make me feel better?â he asks accusingly.
You snort, âNah. Whatever makes people stars, youâve always had it. Youâre that good, Joon,â you smile.Â
Namjoon closes his laptop, taking a seat next to you on his couch instead. He stretches out, arm lying over you. You lean into each other, not for anything other than comfort. Itâs late, and you both should be tired, but jitters were always too high the night before a concert, and as neither of you liked using pharmaceutical or even herbal means to find respite, you relaxed with each other.Â
His finger ticks and touches your cheek, staying, arm pulling you in. âYouâre being sweet,â Namjoon says, not fully convinced, âJimin finally confess his undying feelings for you?â
You laugh, âYeah right.â Jimin is probably holed up with a groupie as you speak. âI guess I am just feeling sentimental.â You tease, cuddling into his side.Â
Namjoon hums the melody in his head, fingers tapping on his cell, working through more lyrics. Having your warmth by his side relaxed him enough to work through the complicated rhyme schemes even on nights likes these. He would never admit it, but you were his muse.
âIf that next tour does happen, I thinkâŠIâll finally have enough,â you whisper, hopeful. Your quiet elation does not go unnoticed by Joon.
âI could write you a check for what youâre missing tonight, if you would just let me-â
âI want to earn the money on my own.â
âI want to earn the money on my own,â Joon teases at the same time, repeating the line you always say when he offers. You hit him playfully. âI know, but youâre so close! And then youâll finally be able to see us perform!â Namjoon gets excited for you at the thought.
You laugh, leaning your chin on his chest. You wish you could see his face when you look up. âI would love that. But you also know I canât do that.â
Namjoon sighs, you were too prideful of a woman. He couldnât help but be enamored, it was one attribute in long list of things about you that annoyed him and made him admire you. But Namjoon had some tricks up his sleeves, you deserved a couple of âbonuses,â especially after such a successful tour, and especially because Namjoon couldnât live with himself if he didnât use some of his newly acquired wealth at his disposal to help out a friend.
That is where your memory of that night ends, you fell asleep against him, lulled by his soft humming, feeling safe in his arms. But your dream kept goingâŠ
âOnce you get your sight back, what did you want to see first?â Namjoon asks.
You think. âI want to call my little sister, see what she looks like now,â you smile sadly.
âIt will happen,â Namjoon holds you tighter. You nod.
âIs it conceited that I want to see what I look like now too?â you laugh into his embrace. âActually see how my makeup looks likeâŠsee how bad Iâve been doing it all these years,â you giggle.
âNo. Y/n...youâre beautiful.â
You laugh again, softer this time in disbelief. âOkay, now you are trying to make me feel better.â
His other hand moves from the couch to your thigh, surprising you. Namjoon shifts himself against you, head moving closer until you feel something soft against your lips-
You flinch, awake.
Yoongiâs hand pulls away from your mouth. âGood morning, little mouse.â
Sixty-three meals youâve eaten alone in this room.
That meant it was twenty-one days without anyone to talk to, without sunlight, without a proper bath...
âMr. Min?â
WHEN YOU REALIZED NO ONE WAS COMING TO SAVE YOU
âHe says heâs honored that you came on short notice, Thailand welcomes you.âÂ
âWho is this man who thinks he speaks for an entire country?â you think, already annoyed. No matter how upset you are, you are a professional. You keep the emotion out of your voice, translating exactly what was being said.
Yoongi grunts, walking with you loosely holding his elbow. âYouâre not going to say anything back?âÂ
Youâre met with silence.Â
âUgh,â you suppress the urge to roll your eyes. Translating for Yoongi was worlds apart from the charismatic idols.Â
âWhatever,â this is not a broadcast appearance, you didnât have to impress anyone, especially not Mr. Min and his accomplices.Â
You listen to the stranger speak about the expansion of his establishments, how grateful he is for Yoongiâs loan, and his plans to open more locations across Thailand. You translate with minimum enthusiasm, quite the contrast to this strangerâs cloying excitement.Â
âEach new location will meet your requirements for trade,â you say in a monotone voice, ready to get this over with.
You walk through another room and are immediately assaulted with the thick smell of smoke, you grip his arm tighter. âAnd the border issues?â Yoongi asks.
âItâs been taken care of. You have the support of-â you swallow, stuttering while translating the manâs words, â-the Prime Minister.â
You hear the scrape of chairs and Yoongi abandons you, pulling out his own chair and taking a seat. You reach out for him until your fingers graze the familiar material of his jacket, holding onto his shoulder. His hand lands on top of yours squeezing in Morse code. Not only does his hand never leave yours, he interlaces your digits together.Â
You hear glass clinking together, the pour of alcohol while the men drink. âA few of my men will stay here to make sure the operation goes smoothly during our transition.â
âJeon?â
âJust translate, girl.â
Even if you were angry, hated him, wanted to grab whatever bottle was on the table and smash it across Yoongiâs head, you were always the professional. You repeat his words in Thai, waiting for the manâs response.
âHe says of course, great idea,â you resist the urge to roll your eyes. âI have to go to the bathroom.â
âHold it.â
âI canât-â
âYou will regret it if you donât shut up and just translate.â
The man looks between the both of you exchanging tense words, noticing Yoongiâs growing annoyance. âIs um everything okay?â he asks in Thai. âI have to go to the bathroom,â you answer him in Thai.
âWhat did you just tell him,â Yoongiâs tone changes only slightly, but enough for you to know heâs furious with you.
âOh! Yes, my men can escort you there,â he stands up, snapping his fingers to hurry his men to move. Yoongiâs fingers tighten around your own.
âHe says his men can take me to the bathroom,â you translate, feeling triumphant. Just get away from him, if there is even a one percent chance of escape, take it, y/n! Câmon, Yoongi should have known, really, that you would never go along with his plansâŠ
Yoongi has a choice to make and very little time. He could tell Jungkook to go with you, one of the few men Yoongi trusted would be able to handle you without causing a commotion, but Jungkook was also one of the few men Yoongi trusted with his life, Yoongi needs him by his side.Â
Yoongiâs paranoia, which only grew stronger and vindicated the more powerful he became, was not going to let his most loyal man follow after a belligerent blind girl.Â
And Yoongiâs reputation is on the line. If he loses his temper and starts fighting with you how would that look? Yoongi has to tread lightly, he has to remain in charge.
He looks over to Choi, a young and ambitious recruit looking to prove himself to the man in charge. All Yoongi has to do is tilt his head and the man rushes towards your side along with a hesitant bar employee.Â
This establishment was not only a popular tourist bar but provided an ideal cover for moving money in and out of the country, a way for some notable politicians to embezzle their finances into offshore accounts controlled by Yoongiâs company. If you had the connections like Yoongi, it all became a pretty efficient operation.
Yoongi was building an empire and a little blind mouse wasnât going to scurry her way in the middle of it and scare away the elephants in the room.
âYou have five minutes.â
You will regret this.
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âWhatâs this place called?â you ask in Thai.
âMoonlight Blue.â
You feel something sharp against your side and a man speaking in Korean to keep quiet and keep moving. The bartender brings you to the bathroom, wearily offering you instructions, surprised when Yoongiâs man follows you inside. He could only assume they were being overprotective of you because you were a woman.
âCan I not get any privacy at all?â you hiss.
âDonât act like you arenât up to something.â
âWhat am I going to do, huh?â you wave your hands dramatically in front of your face.
You hear the cock of a gun. Youâve lost count at how many times youâve heard it since being taken. âUse the bathroom or I will shoot a hole in your head.â
âShoot me,â you reply, knowing him killing you would go directly against what Mr. Min wanted. âYou think I want to be here translating? Do it, please, I rather die than have to deal with men like you-â
Youâre pushed backward, hitting wall and porcelain. You try to reorient yourself too late, crashing onto the ground, and before you can stand back on your feet, Choi is doing it for you, hitting you hard in the stomach so you double forward, with another hard jab against your cheek.
You inhale sharply, your lungs burning as you suck in air. You must be in a one of the stalls, the way the walls feel like they are closing in on you, the way Yoongiâs man shoves you into a corner, his hand squeezing your wind pipe.
He lets go, stepping away to close the stall door on you as you gather your bearings, coughing out blood.Â
âThereâs your privacy, Princess.â
You take a shaky step backwards, sitting on the toilet, trying to think, trying not to cry.Â
As you unzipped your pants, wincing as you touch your stomach, you ask yourself once again, how are you going to get away now?Â
And you have no answers...
...but you do know the words for taken and person and help in Thai.
...and there was blood dripping from your lip.
You open the door, holding onto the handle for support, covering your name and those three words behind your back.
---
âIs she okay?â
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You were part of the entourage that moved with JTJ through airports, you remember the dangerous trek through the public to your cars. During their rise to fame and before the company had created a solid security protocol, you would experience what it was like to be overrun by zealous fans, the way they would push and shove you to get to the idols. Itâs bad enough for everyone to try to navigate with lights flashing in their faces, but you, walking through unknown and unseen territory, all your other senses overwhelmed by screaming and pulling and shoving, it was terrifying.Â
The worst that has ever happened to you while working was pulled hair, the uncomfortable feeling of being pressed together like sardines, tripping and shoes crushing your fingers.
The first time it ever happened to you, you went through a full blown panic attack. But back then, you had Namjoon who gave you some water, let you curl up on the floor of their van, rubbed your back and told you to breathe. He apologized for his own fans, told you not to worry, that theyâve all experienced the overwhelming anxiety that comes with stardom. That was the worst thing thatâs ever happened to you on the job until-
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âI tripped, my apologies,â you speak in Thai, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and licking off the blood from the cut where Choiâs knuckles hit.
You stood behind Yoongi again, translating in Korean what was asked and your response to Yoongi.
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After about the fifth interview in a long shooting day with JTJ, you would start to run on autopilot. Translating took all your energy, and if you didnât solely focus on each word, you would easily get lost. It happened once during a television interview...
You turned your head to the spot where Namjoon sat beside you and started talking in Tagalog instead of Korean. Due to the hosts and the idols speaking a mixture of English, Korean, and Tagalog, you were interpreting all three and made a silly mistake. You played it off with an apologetic giggle and head scratch and the audience laughed, the idols made fun of you, and you corrected yourself promptly. It became a cute viral moment, and that was that.Â
You got better at quick translations, it became easier to detach yourself and become like a machine, a well oiled part in the cogs that helped push the idols toward successful endeavor after successful endeavor. You knew how to âturnâ yourself off and on when you needed to-
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âEighteen mil baht projected,â you repeat in Korean.
âIt should triple easily once the other locations are operational.â Yoongi responds and you repeat the phrase in Thai.
You try not to wince as you shift your weight, coughing to hide the pain. You hear happy murmurs, the man rattles on shameless compliments which you translate, remaining stoic, keeping your emotions off, on autopilot. Youâll worry about escape later, right now, you just wish to leave this situation, feeling as suffocated as you were in those crowds, as scared.
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There is still a metallic taste in your mouth and a throbbing sensation at your temple as you find an empty seat in Yoongiâs plane.
The plane is still escalating when someone unbuckles your seatbelt, pulling you gently to your feet. You canât help but grimace in pain. It must be the cabin pressure, sitting for so long and having to stretch your muscles as you stand again, you wobble as youâre pulled to the back of the plane.
Jungkook helps you sit down, and when youâre finally settled, you shove his hands away, pushing him in the chest away from you, tired of being manhandled everywhere you go.
Jungkook stumbles back, his eyes going wide, disbelief and anger flashing through his otherwise collected features as he looks to you and then his boss. Yoongi clenches his teeth, holding up his hand for Jungkook to just let it go for now.Â
You hug your body reflexively, waiting.
âHow did you get that cut on your lip?â Yoongiâs deep voice asks.
âI tripped,â you say, repeating what you said before.
Of course Yoongi knows youâre lying. Choi had told him everything without hesitation. He will deal with him for touching you without Yoongiâs permission, just like how heâll deal with you for trying to challenge him during a deal. But why are you lying?
âWhy are you protecting someone who hurt you-â
âIâm not protecting him,â you huff. You just did not want any attention being brought to that bathroom, at least not until someone can find your message, and hopefully contact the authorities. âWhat do you want me to say?â
Yoongi catches himself before he starts screaming. âYou are a good translator, the deal went smoothly, youâre lucky.â
âGreat,â you say mockingly.
There is it, Yoongi thinks. âThings would go so much better for you if you would just listen to me.â
You stay stubbornly quiet. Yoongi sighs, âIs that so hard?â
âYes,â you grit out.
Yoongi steps in front of you, standing over you. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head upward, studying your bruised face. âChoi shouldnât have touched you without my permission.â
You stay quiet, wincing when his thumb goes over the cut on your lip.
âYou belong to me, y/n. Every drop of blood in your body. Every drop.â The way he whispers his last words sends a chill down your spine. Did heâŠ
Did he know?! âYou should rest, weâll be in Korea soon.â
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Shoes click on tile flooring, youâre not in the airplane anymore, youâre not anywhere near it. You wake up so tired you canât lift your head. You realize not only are you being carried, but you canât move your arms or legs. You grunt, too tired to speak.
The water you drank on the plane right before falling asleep, is that why you canât move?Â
You murmur a barely audible no, unable to clench your fist when hands drop your body down. A pillow is put underneath your head, your chin is moved to the side by a light and feathery touch. You fall back asleep despite your overwhelming desire to escape.
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âYou drugged me,â you croak out, voice hoarse from sleeping all day. Is this how itâs going to be now? Are they going to carry you around like a pet that knows one really good party trick?
Yoongi ignores your accusation. âIâm going to be gone for awhile. Youâre going to stay here. Plus, I think some time alone might help you adjust to how things will be from now on.â
Your muscles still feel heavy. âYouâre going to lock me up like a criminal?â
âYou did stab one of my men,â he jabs.
âFor how long?â Yoongi stays silent. You swallow, blinking away tears. You push yourself up, sitting. âW-Where are my clothes?!â
âYouâre wearing clothes.â
âT-This is nothing!â you pull the sheet over your body higher, realizing you were only wearing underwear and a bra.Â
âWe had to make sure your bruises werenât serious. Youâre not going to be leaving this room, you donât need anything else. This is your punishment. I did tell you not to try anything earlier, didnât I?â
You try to control your escalating breathing, unable to comprehend whatâs happening. âMr. Min,â you swallow, âPlease-â
âTake this time while Iâm away to reflect on how you want to live when youâre in my company,â he says apathetically.
How could he be so cruel? So inhumane?! âGive me clothes, j-just give me clothes.â
Yoongi exhales. âI am being so nice to you, y/n. Do you know what Choi lost because of what he did?â Yoongi yanks your hand away from you, pulling the digits out, his fingers gripping your pinky. He holds it still to emphasize his point while you begin to cry. âSo youâre going to sit here like a good little mouse, for however long it takes, in whatever I decide to let you wear, until you can learn to behave,â he hisses.
You inhale one shuddering breath after the other, feeling disgusted by his hold on you. âP-Please donât do this, p-please give me my clothes, m-my things, you said y-you would if I translated for you!âÂ
He lets you go with a shove. Youâre left shaking, listening, hoping for Yoongi to change his mind. âPlease!â you cry out.
Yoongi sighs at your crying. âIf you want to use that pretty mouth to beg me, I donât want it in words.â
âWhat?â
âDonât act stupid.â He waits. âGoodbye then.â
His foot steps move across the carpet and you fumble out of bed, sheets pulled tight to your body.
Yoongi clears his throat and you orient yourself to face him.
âWhat do you want me to do?â You shiver, barely holding yourself together, already expecting the worst kind of answer.
Yoongi steps forward slowly, you feel his hand graze your cheek, wiping away your tears, only causing more to fall. His hands land on your shouldersâŠ
Pushing downâŠ
You hold in a sob, shaking even harder as your knees hit soft carpet.
You wanted to tell him wait, slow down, to stop, to scream, but how could you when it was taking all your energy to keep from falling apart, holding down cries threatening to spill out of you.
You wince listening to the rigid clicking of metal as Yoongi undoes his belt buckles.
His fingers touch underneath your chin and you fall backwards, shutting your eyes out of reflex.Â
Yoongi laughs dryly. âWell I guess Tae was right, those three never touched you, did they?â He crouches down, âDid you want them to?â Yoongi tuts, âBlind girls not their thing, I guess.â
You bite your tongue, resisting the urge to defend yourself, taking in his digs instead, his patronizing tone, shaking even more, not out of fear, but anger.
âYou want clothes? Your things from your apartment? Better start answering when I speak to you.â
âPlease Mr. Min, give me my things.â You let out shakily, managing to barely hide your detest behind your words.
âDid you want them to?â he repeats
You breathe through your nose. â...n-no.â
âSee, how can I trust you if you still wonât be honest with me...or are you just not being honest with yourself?â
Finally having enough, âTaehyung was wrong.â You say, raising your eyebrow, voice low and condescending matching Yoongiâs haughty demeanor.
Yoongi inhales sharply. Interesting. He knew Tae was full of shit.
âThey fucked you? Did they pass you around? Or did they stuff you full all at once?â
You clench your jaw at Yoongiâs crude line of questioning, holding the sheet around you tighter. âIt was a long time ago,â you whisper.
âStand up.â You stand up on shaky legs. Yoongi smirks. âY/n, your life doesnât have to change, you could be traveling with me, the same as you did before. You just have to let me take care of you. When you listen to me, you get rewarded.â
âOr I could strip you of everything,â he snaps, yanking you forward by your bra.Â
âO-Okay...okay.â you swallow, putting your hand on his chest to feel his steady heartbeat and give yourself some space.Â
If that is what it takes to make all this a little less miserableâŠ
Your foreheads touch as you shake against him.
Until you can escapeâŠ
You softly touch his lips.
He doesn't kiss you back. Yoongi watches your blank stare when you quickly pull away, studying your features with doubt, you are being surprisingly compliant. Letâs see how far he can push you before your compliance breaksâŠ
He places his hand over yours, lowering it down his body slowly, until it rests on his opened belt buckle.
You fumble with his button and zipper while Yoongi drops his head, lips against your neck, he nudges you with his mouth to test your reaction, his actions so teasingly slow compared to your frantic movements.
You yank his belt swiftly out of his pants loops as he pulls on the sheet between you letting it drop at your feet. Goosebumps bloom against his lips and under his fingertips as he runs his hands down your arms.
Donât think of his lips on your shoulder, his tongue dragging across your skin, his hands groping your assâŠjust get this over with, you think, pulling out his hardening cock.
He yanks you closer, strong hands gripping you in a way that is so possessive and passionate your body canât help but react. His deep grunts pierce through you, shaking the foundations of your steadfast mind, crumbling your thoughts away.
You move to rest on your knees, wanting to stop his unforgiving mouth on your neck, but his arms snake around your waist, holding you up still, moving you backward to press you against the roomâs wall while he unclasps your bra away.
Yoongi holds your chin in between his fingers. âOpen your mouth for me,â he says, hot and heavy, voice dripping with desire, dominating.
His fingers press down on your tongue to open wider.
âGet on your knees.â he pushes you down as he says it, giving you no other option than to obey.
Replacing his thumb with the tip of his cock on your tongue, he pushes in, your head stuck against the wall and between his hard frame.
Yoongi closes his eyes, leaning his head back, enjoying your warm open mouth. His jaw goes slack as he slowly pulls himself out and back in until you choke, your nails digging into his thighs as he sets a slow steady pace. He grins, looking back down at your compliant body as he thrusts his cock down your throat, your mouth getting more and more sloppy as he forces you to take the full length of him over and over again.
You catch your breath in those small moments he is pulling away from you, concentrating on those opportunities, until he gets closer to his release, his movements sporadic and rougher, filling your throat deeper with short thrusts that leave no room for breathes and scare you, and even when you kick out, and try to pull free, he holds your skull, nails digging into your hair, with no way to move backward or away.
He pulls out completely, leaving you gasping for air. You rest against the wall defeatedly, waiting until he bursts, his cum landing on your face and chest. Yoongi leans his head against the wall, catching his breath. Yet you still feel suffocated by him, his frame still over you as he comes down from release.Â
You cover your breasts, clenching your jaw tight, so you wonât cry. You feel sticky and dirty and disgusting. âMy clothes, my things,â you grunt, voice raspy from his deep thrusts.
Yoongi looks down at your ruined appearance, a sick sense of satisfaction creeping inside him now that he was back to his senses. Momentarily giving into his urges was fun, but you at his feet covered in his cum had been a better outcome than he could have imagined. The things you would do to get what you wanted.
He moves to the door, unlocking it with a key. âYouâll get some of your things.â
When he leaves, you bang your fist into the wall, finally allowing yourself to lose composure. Angry, sad, hurt, alone.
---
Braille books. You smile passing over the ones Namjoon bought you. Your withering plants. You use sink water in your bathroom to rehydrate them. Your albums, you check each raised label you added to the sleeves to make sure every single one was there, but you canât find your player. Your clothes arenât here, your jewelry isnât here. There are your old stuffed animals, some from fans, some from friends. Whatâs this? You forgot you owned this, a braille typewriter that must have been in the back of your closet. No paper, you frown.Â
âI want my clothes,â you say when the door opens. There is soft clanging as a tray is deposited and the door shuts quickly before you can say anything else.
Fifteen meals, almost a week here, by yourself, no one to talk to. You were given dresses that werenât your own. The thin fabric and shortness of them left little to the imagination, especially with your bra gone now too.
Twenty-seven more meals. Itâs two weeks. With no contact. You canât take it. You missed everyone so much it felt like you were being split apart through the center of your chest, torn from the inside out. Every day passed meant less of a chance that people were looking for you. Did anyone give a shit about you anymore?
Pacing around the room, you knew every inch of it now. There was no window, only a toilet and a sink, a bed and a table. Youâre tired of reading your books and you canât listen to your records, you canât type, every request you ask falls on deaf ears, a door shut in your face no matter what you say or do.
You had nothing to do but slowly lose your mind.Â
You thought about your life and all the things you took for granted, all the chores you hated to do that you missed now. You thought about friends, you thought about Namjoon and Jimin and Taehyung and what they were doing now. But most of all you thought about killing yourself and all the ways you could accomplish that. But the thing that kept you from falling off the brink of insanity was the thought of killing Yoongi with your bare hands.
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Every morning you are greeted with bread and water and a different kind of fruit. But this morning, instead of one knock on the door and then a breakfast tray, the door swung open quietly as you slept.
âGood morning, little mouse.â
âMr. Min?â
His voice was the first voice you heard in twenty-one days. The elation you felt was twisting, turning in the pit of your stomach knowing it was Yoongi who was the cause.
âWhat are you wearing?â
âThe âclothesâ you gave me.â You were wearing the rags he called dresses. All of them. One you used as a skirt, and you fashioned three into a top.Â
âGet up.â
âWhy?â you ask, still pulling your feet from under the covers.
âYouâre accompanying me to an event. But first, a shower.â
A proper shower? Not cleaning yourself in that bathroom sinkâŠÂ
You hold your hand out.
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You could stay under the showerhead all day, it feels so good. This bathroom was three times the size as yours, warm, inviting. The steam hugged your body, the cascading water washed away your tears, the dirtiness you still felt inside you that couldnât be scrubbed away.
When you were finally clean and dry, you allowed yourself to smile, hugging the warm plush robe to your body, a far cry from the small worn towels given to you before.
Yoongi gives you your dress for the night, the tiny bag you had left in your hotel that held your makeup, and sits you down in front of the table of food he has been eating while waiting for you.
Thereâs so much of it, and all so good tasting, you donât know what to eat first, picking food up with your fingers.
âYou canât act like that when weâre out in public.â
âYeah, okay,â you dismiss, food still in your mouth. You have the urge to throw the rest at him.
âIf you can prove yourself tonight, you can stay in this room instead-â He drinks chilled whisky. â-with me,â he finishes.
You slow down, reaching for only one roll instead of two. âOkay,â you nod, head down. You refused to go back into that room.
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âYou know clothes are supposed to âcoverâ your body?â
There were so many people around you. Laughing dinner guests, music playing, waiters stopping you every so often, offering you drinks, a party for important people.
âThey cover whatâs important to me,â he says dismissively. The dress you wore was cut low, very low, showing off your back. At least the train was long, but difficult to walk inâŠdifficult to escape inâŠ
You held onto Yoongiâs arm as he spoke to people. They all spoke Korean, there was nothing for you to really do except be annoyed, listening to small talk that meant nothing to you.
âWhat are we doing here?â
âEnjoying the night.â
You repress the urge to scoff. Being locked alone in silence for so long to thisâŠdealing with the background chatter all around you was not easy, and was not fun. Your head hurt from the noise, your feet hurt from wearing heels you were not used to. The thing that surprisingly did not hurt right now was your heart, what hurt you the most when you were locked in, thinking of all your loved ones.
You were too preoccupied now, curiously listening to every conversation in the vicinity. It was mostly dumb shallow small talk, but it was infinitely more entertaining than talking to yourself.
Yoongiâs arm snakes around your waist.
âWhat are you doing?â you whisper.
âKiss me.â
âWhat?!â
âKiss me now, if donât want to end up back in that room for another monthâŠand make it convincing,â he whispers.
What is this? Is he trying to piss off an ex? This is so ridiculous, this is what he wanted you for? To pretend to be his girlfriend at a party? How pathetic. But the thought of being locked up again-
You put your arms around his neck, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.
âThatâs not-â
âYou said make it convincing,â you whisper, hand moving to his other cheek, tilting his head towards yours. You press your lips against his softly, then more forcefully until heâs moving his mouth against yours, mirroring your actions.
You fake a smile. âHappy?â you whisper in a biting tone, breaking the spell.
But Yoongiâs not ready to end the act, pulling you back in with his hand against your neck, giving you one last shameless kiss, drawn out, with tongue, turning your legs to jello.
He moves you through the party again, disappearing into the crowd. âSee, sheâs fine, I guess,â Taehyung says, watching as you move further away, sipping on his drink to lessen the shock.
Namjoon downs the rest of his champagne. âSheâs not fine,â he whispers. Thereâs too many people around them, all itching to be the next to speak to the trio. Jimin is taking pictures, already buzzed on alcohol, laughing too loudly at his own jokes, not a care in the world, especially not about the girl who sacrificed her life for his. âCan he not be a fucking self-centered ass for one night?â Namjoon thinks. âIâm going to talk to her-â
Taehyung pulls Namjoon back. âAre you crazy? He could ruin all our careers-â
âMr. Kim?â Both Namjoon and Taehyung turn to the excited industry professional speaking. âOh, Mr. Kim Namjoon, I wanted to introduce myself, Iâm-â Taehyung pats Namjoon on the back, giving him a look that says, âSee? Youâll never get to them without causing a scene.â
You rest your head on Yoongiâs shoulder. âTired? I thought you would be excited to get out for the night?â
âIâm fine,â you offer him a fake smile, lying.
âMr. Min, this is for you,â a man speaks to him, handing him a large purse. Yoongi nods, putting it on your shoulder, the bag is so heavy the strap digs into your shoulder. He pulls off his jacket, putting it around your shoulders to further conceal the bag, but not before adjusting your dress, hands raking over your exposed cleavage.Â
âWhatâs in the bag?â you mumble, your body heating up.
He holds you close, lips against your cheek. âDonât worry about it.â
âWait, did you just turn me into a drug mule?â You hold onto his forearms, nails tightly pressed into his skin. He matches your aggressiveness, twisting your arm and pulling you close so no one notices. âYou want me to be honest with you? Then you be honest with me,â you argue.
âItâs not drugs. Did you forget who I am? My business?â
âMoney-â
âNot money, not really. Hard drives.â
âHard drives?â you stutter.
âYes.â
âWhatâs on them?â
Yoongi sighs, letting you go. âA few digital wallets, some videos. Sometimes, secrets make the best collateral.â
What kind of secrets could be worth so much? âSecretsâŠlike a dating scandal?â you think out loud.
âClever little mouse. Not this time, no. You know there are certain establishments men sometimes like toâŠindulge in? Parlors? We have one bugged.â
âSo these are bad men...â
Yoongi smirks, finding your righteousness amusing. âYes, they are.âÂ
You nod in understanding, gripping the purse strap. Yoongi lays his hands on your hips. Itâs like he always has to touch you, feel you, make sure youâre there with him, even though he is the one who can see you and you canât.Â
Heâs always touching, like now, running his hands across your curves, thumb under the fabric of your dress to caress your skin, holding you like a lover would, and you canât push away, tell him no, and worst of all, youâre body is becoming accustomed to his hands, used to his touches. It should revolt youâŠhe shouldâŠbut he doesnât, and that makes you feel disgusted with yourself.
Youâre in a room full of people, and Yoongi is the only person you know. It is an ironic cruelty to feel safer in his arms here.
You lean against him, unable to concentrate on anything else other than his hands. You should scream, you should kick him and run away. But how many secrets of yours did he hold? What would his hands do to you, if you tried to escape?
You canât stand it, the way he makes you feel. âH-How much longer?â
âDo you want to go home?â
More than anything, thatâs what you want, but the home you are thinking of is not where he is referring. You nod against his chest.
âY/n!â
You lift your head abruptly. Did someone call your name?
Yoongi drapes his arm around you, leading you away.
You heard it again! Your name spoken so clearly through the chatter of people. You try to slow your pace, but Yoongiâs hold on you is too strong. Your heartbeat pounds through your chest as you try to hear it again, just to be certain. But you never heard it, the ghost crying out to you, Namjoon might as well have been a figment of your imagination.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You wait for valet to bring Yoongiâs car. Your heart rate wonât go down, you felt rattled still, sure you heard your name. âWhat was the reason for that celebration?â
âA slew of rich people with too much time on their hands, they come up with a different reason every weekend to hold one of those things. Today itâs a charity so they can use their philanthropy to make themselves feel better than the rest of us, tomorrow itâs a premier party of some sort. Why?â
âCurious, I guess-â
âYoongi!â
âWe were just leaving. Right, y/n?â
âA quick smoke then?â Taehyung holds out a cigarette for Yoongi, hoping to entice him. Yoongi nods, taking it.
Taehyung just wanted to make sure you were okay, see you up close so he could convince Namjoon to cool it, the rapper was going to send himself into an early grave if he did not stop blaming himself for what happened to you. But one look at your wide shell-shocked eyes, the fear and hope and pain he saw etched across your features, and Taehyung knew he had made a terrible mistake. He could lie to Namjoon and Jimin, but he couldnât lie to himself.
âT-Tae?â you whisper in disbelief, holding out your hand, which Yoongi grabbed promptly, shutting down any physical touch from the idol singer.
Taehyung swallowed, saying your name so softly you wanted to burst into tears, if Yoongiâs hand denting into your wrist did not remind you of the snake wrapped around you, ready to strike if you did something wrong.
âA-Are you okay?â Taehyung asks, knowing deep down you werenât but hoping desperately you would prove him wrong.
âSheâs fine,â Yoongi answers for you, taking a long inhale of his cigarette, his other arm still draped around you, holding you firmly. âDidnât she look like she was having a good time?â
Taehyung nods stiffly. You say his name again, your voice breaking, so tiny and full of emotion Taehyung feels his chest clench and his stomach turn.Â
âIâll check in on you again, to make sure youâre okay, so donât worry,â Taehyung whispers hurriedly, noticing Yoongiâs vehicle approaching.
âOh Tae, you donât need to act like the good guy in front of her, she already knows,â Yoongi says dryly, flicking his cigarette butt on the ground.
Taehyung looks to the ground, unable to meet Yoongiâs eyes for too long, scared of the loan shark. Yoongi pulls your stiff body away, into the back seat of his car with him.
Taehyung watches as his driver pulls away. Taehyung pulls out another cigarette to calm his nerves. Why would you kiss Yoongi like that, hold him like that, and act so terrified now?! Whatever Yoongi was doing, was much more calculated than Taehyung ever thought possible. But Taehyung knew for certain, that there would be no convincing Namjoon now.
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