Don't Disappear Yet
Chapter 12 - Terms and Conditions
Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, dark and possessive Yoongi
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By the time Yoongi came home, she had spent the entire day waiting. Every sound of a car outside made her look up. Every notification from the security system made her stomach tighten.
When the front door finally opened, her heart immediately started racing. She hated that.
Hated that one sentence from him could determine whether she slept tonight or spent another week wondering if her mother was still setting an extra plate at the dinner table.
Yoongi stepped inside, removing his shoes near the entrance.
His eyes found her almost immediately. As they always did.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then she stood. Slowly. Carefully.
As if moving too fast might somehow change his answer.
"Yoongi?"
He looked up.
"Hm?"
Her fingers tightened around each other.
"I just wanted to ask..."
The words caught briefly in her throat.
"If you've had a chance to think about what I asked earlier."
Silence.
For a second his expression remained unreadable.
Then he nodded.
"I have."
Her stomach dropped. Because suddenly she wasn't sure she wanted to hear it.
Yoongi walked past her into the living room and sat down on the couch. Calm. Unhurried. Certain. The sight alone made her nervous.
Finally he looked at her.
"I'll let you call your mother."
Relief hit so hard it almost hurt. For one brief, stupid second she actually smiled.
Until he continued.
"On one condition."
The smile disappeared immediately. Of course. Of course there was a condition.
Her chest tightened.
"What condition?"
Yoongi held her gaze. His answer came without hesitation.
"You are going to marry me."
Silence.
The room seemed to empty itself of air.
For several seconds she genuinely thought she'd misheard him.
"What?"
"I'll arrange the call."
His voice remained calm. Steady.
"As many calls as necessary."
She stared at him. Unable to process what she was hearing.
"You'll be able to speak with your mother."
Still calm.
"Your family."
The horror slowly settled in.
"You'll be able to tell them you're safe."
"Stop."
The word came out sharper than intended.
Yoongi fell silent.
"Stop talking."
Her heart was pounding now. Loud enough to hear.
"You can't be serious."
"I am."
A laugh escaped her. Disbelieving. Almost hysterical.
"You are actually trying to negotiate with my family."
"No." His gaze never wavered. "I am giving you a choice."
That made her angrier than anything else.
"A choice? You think this is a choice?"
She stared at him.
"You're putting a price tag on my mother."
"No." His voice remained frustratingly calm.
"You asked me for something. And I'm willing to give it to you. I'm just asking for something in return."
The words landed like gasoline on fire.
"Oh, that's very generous of you."
"Relationships require compromise. I'm compromising."
"I asked to call my mother."
"And I said yes."
She froze. The realization arrived slowly. Terribly. Because he wasn't wrong. He hadn't said no. He'd given her a condition. A horrible one. A manipulative one. A completely insane one. But still a condition. Which meant the decision now sat in her lap. Exactly where he wanted it. The responsibility had shifted. And they both knew it.
The realization made her sick.
"You planned this."
Yoongi said nothing. Which was answer enough.
She laughed once. A broken sound.
"You're unbelievable."
"I know."
The worst part? He sounded tired. Not smug. Not victorious. Just tired. As if this hurt him too. And somehow that only made her angrier.
"Do you know what you're asking me?"
His answer came immediately.
"Yes."
"No, I don't think you do." Her voice cracked. "You have no idea."
Silence.
"My mother is probably losing her mind."
The anger began slipping. Something more painful replacing it.
"She doesn't know where I am." Her throat tightened. "She doesn't know if I'm even alive."
The room blurred slightly. And suddenly she wasn't talking to Yoongi anymore. She was talking to herself.
"My parents tried for four years before they had me."
The words escaped before she could stop them. Yoongi's expression shifted slightly. Just enough.
"I'm their only child." Her eyes burned. "They wanted me so badly."
A shaky laugh escaped her. "And now I've just..."
Her voice broke. "...disappeared."
Silence. Heavy. Painful. She looked away. Because suddenly she couldn't look at him anymore.
All she could see was home. Her mother checking her phone constantly, waiting for her message. Her father pretending not to worry, trying to comfort his wife. The empty chair at family dinners. The birthday cake next week. One candle older. One person missing.
The image hurt so much she had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, Yoongi was still watching her. Waiting. Patient. Terrifyingly patient. As if he already knew she would eventually have to make a choice. And for the first time since she'd arrived in this house, she realized just how dangerous desperation could be.
Because she wasn't deciding between yes and no anymore.
She was deciding whether she was willing to sacrifice a lifetime for five minutes with her mother.
And that terrified her.
More than the proposal itself.
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The following afternoon felt strange. Not because anything happened. Because nothing did. No answer. No decision. Just silence.
She spent most of the day drifting from room to room, unable to focus on anything. Every time she sat down, her thoughts returned to the same place.
Marriage.
The word followed her everywhere. By evening she hated it. By night she hated herself for even thinking about it.
The next morning wasn't any better. Yoongi left early in the morning. She ate her breakfast alone. She didn't mind it. In fact she was even happy for his absence this time.
She was halfway through a cup of coffee when the sound of unfamiliar voices reached her from downstairs.
Her entire body froze. No way. Slowly, she stood.
Her heart was already racing before she reached the staircase. The closer she got, the clearer the voice became.
And then she saw him. For a moment, she genuinely forgot how to breathe.
Kim Namjoon.
Standing in the middle of the living room. Real. Not through a screen. Not through old Run BTS episodes. Not through fan edits and interviews. Real. Close enough to touch.
The sight hit harder than expected. Because somewhere deep inside her, the fan she used to be still existed. And seeing him now felt like opening a door to a life she'd almost forgotten belonged to her.
"Namjoon?"
He smiled softly.
"Hi."
Warm. Polite. Almost normal.
She stared for a second too long before remembering how human interaction worked. Because it was Kim Namjoon. Actually standing in front of her.
"Hi."
Brilliant. Fantastic. Years of imagining what she'd say if she ever met BTS. And that was what came out. Hi.
At the same time, another thought crept in.
Did he know?
Did he know who she really was? Did he know why she was here?
Namjoon's smile widened slightly.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N."
And that's when she knew.
"You know."
Not a question. A fact. The irony nearly made her laugh.
"I know."
The room suddenly felt colder.
"Why are you here?" She couldn't even hide the hurt.
Namjoon gestured toward the couch.
"May I sit?"
The question startled her. As if he needed permission from her in a house she wasn't even allowed to leave. She wasn't the Lady of the mansion, she was the prisoner.
Still, she nodded.
A moment later they sat across from each other. For several seconds neither spoke.
Then Namjoon smiled softly.
"You know, this is probably the strangest introduction I've ever had."
That caught her off guard. A small laugh escaped before she could stop it.
"There has to be competition."
"Oh, definitely." Relief flickered across his face.
Good. At least she could still laugh.
Namjoon leaned back slightly.
"I've heard a lot about you."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Should I be concerned?"
"A little."
Another laugh. Then the smile faded. Not completely. Just enough.
"How are you doing?"
His question settled heavily between them. Simple. Ordinary. Impossible.
She looked away.
How was she doing?
She was trapped. Lonely. Angry. Homesick. Exhausted. Terrified. Confused.
"I've been better."
Namjoon's expression softened immediately.
No joke. No fake optimism. Just understanding.
"I don't doubt that."
Neither spoke for a moment.
Then Namjoon glanced at her again.
"You know... I don't agree with everything he's done."
The honesty surprised her.
Namjoon held her gaze.
"But I know he cares about you."
A humorless smile touched her lips.
"For whatever that's worth."
The words sounded almost identical to something she'd been thinking herself.
Namjoon sighed and continued.
"He talks about you constantly."
That surprised her.
"He does?"
"Yeah."
She stared.
Namjoon chuckled softly.
"It's actually getting annoying."
For the first time, she could almost picture it.
Yoongi.
Talking about her. Mentioning random things she'd said. Things she'd done. Complaints. Arguments. Tiny details.
The image felt strangely intimate. And somehow she hated it. Because a part of her liked it.
Namjoon seemed to notice the conflict passing across her face. His smile faded slightly.
"He's terrified, you know."
She frowned.
"Of what?"
The answer came immediately.
"Of losing you."
"Namjoon." For a second she simply stared at him. "I never had the option."
His smile disappeared.
Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Real.
For the first time since arriving, Namjoon had no response. No reassurance. No argument. No way to soften what she'd said. Because she was right. And they both knew it.
Namjoon exhaled slowly.
"He loves you, you know."
"Don't. Don't do that."
"I'm not defending what happened."
"Yes, you are."
"No." Namjoon's voice stayed calm. "I am only telling you the truth."
She laughed. A horrible laugh.
"The truth?"
"He's not playing with you."
"Do you hear yourself?"
Namjoon rubbed his face. Exhausted. Because he didn't actually disagree with her. That was what made it so difficult.
"If I thought he was going to hurt you..." He stopped. Reconsidered. "If I thought he wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't be sitting here."
"He's already hurting me."
That landed. Hard. Namjoon had no answer. Because she was right.
The silence stretched.
"Why aren't you helping me?"
Namjoon looked down, almost as if he was ashamed of himself, ashamed to look at her face.
"Because he's my family. He is my brother. Helping you means destroying him."
Simple. Honest. Awful.
Not because he agreed. Because he couldn't betray Yoongi.
The realization slowly settled over her. And that was the moment hope died in her chest.
Not everyone was willing to save her. Not even the good ones.
Then before leaving, Namjoon said something that lingered:
"I think eventually you'll have to decide whether you want to spend the rest of your life fighting him..."
He paused.
"...or trying to understand him."
His hand settled on the doorknob.
"Because one choice keeps you exactly where you are right now."
He glanced back at her.
"The other gives you back everything you've been asking for."
The room fell silent. And suddenly she understood.
Namjoon knew. Not just about her being here. Not just about Yoongi's obsession. But Yoongi's plans.
The condition. The proposal. All of it. And she absolutely hated him for saying it. Because she knew he had a point.
Sooner or later, she was going to have to make a decision.
And there was no version of it where she won.
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