ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ; ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: ᴏᴄ & ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ; ᴏᴄ & ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ. + ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ; ᴀɴɢsᴛ; sᴍᴜᴛ; ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ; ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
Ayoung was sitting on her bed, her eyes glued onto the window as raindrops kept hitting the cold surface, leaving small stains behind. She brought her knees up to her chest, gently holding them as a small sigh made its way between her lips.
Taehyung hadn’t been home since she arrived and the only other people in the whole house were the few guards around it, along with the housemaid that was just finishing her stuff before she could go home.
She felt so lonely but she wasn’t looking forward to Taehyung coming back either. Who knows where he’d been all day? She knew he left way before her and Yoongi so he must’ve stopped somewhere on the way.
Deciding she wanted something to eat, she slowly got up from the bed, making small steps towards the kitchen. She managed to get something out when the door opened with a loud bang, startling her.
Ayoung went to see what the source of the sound was, a wet and barely walking Jongin making his way towards her. She rushed to close the door, gasping at the mess it caused. There was water everywhere and Jongin wasn’t making it any better.
She was about to turn around and check on him, when two strong arms wrapped around her, her clothes slowly absorbing all the water from his, a shivering sensation taking over her body.
“Let me go, you’re soaked.” She managed to get out, but he only tightened his grip around her, his lips making contact with her neck.
“I went to have some fun, but they were all useless. I need you to help me.” He murmured, his hands roaming on her body. She harshly bit her bottom lip, pointlessly trying to break away from his strong grip.
The smell of alcohol made its way to her nostrils and she understood why he was acting so strange. But a drunk Taehyung could be an even greater challenge for her small body.
“Let me go, please.” She whispered but he didn’t move, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw and neckline, threatening to go lower and lower. He suddenly turned her body around like it was nothing, his mouth finding hers in a sloppy kiss.
She was struggling to get him off her, when her eyes landed on the bathroom door. If she was quick enough, she could break free and hide in there. Yes, that was her best option.
In a moment of desperation, she stepped on his foot as hard a she could, his sudden shift of position as he winced in pain, along with his drunken movements giving her a good enough advantage to push him away and run straight into the bathroom.
She quickly locked the door and let out a relieved sigh, knowing that she was safe; momentarily. She got her phone out, looking through all the names in it, not knowing who to ask for help.
Unknowingly, her finger stopped scrolling as soon as her eyes met Yoongi’s name. It was nothing but ideal and he was probably busy. But at that moment, there was no one she trusted more and it was her only valid option.
So, with an almost unnoticeable gulp, she pressed his number as she brought the phone to her ear, the anticipation eating her inside out. Luckily, it only took a few seconds before his calm voice resonated in her ear, ‘What’s up?’
‘Uhm, I know this is really sudden, but I kind of need your help.’
Taehyung started banging furiously on the door and she took small breaths, the reality of the situation she was in starting to hit her. She felt bad for even asking him too, but she felt even worse for herself. She’d never been in such vulnerable positions before.
‘What’s wrong?’ Yoongi asked, concern obvious in his voice.
‘Taehyung’s just come home and, uh, he’s drunk and he was touching me and now I’m locked in the bathroom and I’m-“
“I’ll be there in 10.” She heard him say before he hung up and she let her phone drop on the floor.
Ayoung was shivering on the cold bathroom floor, her clothes still wet and her eyes glued to the door, waiting for the moment the banging on the door stopped. She didn’t know if it was because he was drunk or he just didn’t want to give up, but he kept banging on it for what felt like an eternity.
But then it stopped- and all she could hear were some strange noises before a gentle knock vibrated through the door. “Open up baby girl, it’s me.”
She rushed to unlock the door, her body barely supporting her. She felt weaker than ever before and she noticed that this was starting to become a trend for her, which was completely unacceptable. She had to be strong, so why was it that she depended on others more and more with each day?
The door opened and a worried Yoongi stared at her from the door frame, analyzing her from head to bottom. She was aware of how pitiful she looked, and she hated it.
“Why do you always get yourself in trouble?” he sighed and slightly bent down, picking her up in his arms, carrying her out of the cold bathroom. Her eyes moved to the side, where an unconscious Taehyung was laying on the floor.
He noticed her terrified stare, letting out a little giggle, “He’s not dead, or whatever that little head of yours is thinking right now. Just asleep; and will be for a while.”
She nodded, before gently trying to push him away, trying to create some space between their bodies. “You’re going to get wet.”
“I can change when we get to my house.” He smiled down at her and she suddenly felt like it was all going to be okay.
That’s what she never understood about him. Why was it that despite him being such an unpredictable person, it was next to him that she felt the safest?
He placed her on the backseat and took his jacket off, wrapping it around her body. “This will have to do until we get there.” He told her, before making his way to his seat and sticking his keys in, starting the car.
It wasn’t long until they parked in front of a familiar house. It looked the same, but the atmosphere was completely opposite. The last time she was here, she couldn’t wait to go. Now, all she wanted was to be in there; with him.
Despite her protests, he insisted to carry her inside and somehow, she was relieved he did. She was in such an odd state that she didn’t even know if she could walk properly by herself.
Her mind was such a blur. What even happened just moments before? It wasn’t even the first time Taehyung was forcing himself on her and the thought that he would do it again sent shivers down her spine.
Yoongi placed her on the couch and rushed into his bedroom, coming back with one of his black shirts and a pair of shorts. “They’re definitely going to be big but it’s either that or no clothes at all.” He half-smiled, handing her the garments.
“I’ll be fine.” She spoke, her fingers gripping the material tightly, “I’m sorry for being such a burden, but I couldn’t think of anyone else that would help me.”
“Oh, baby girl, you’re anything but a burden.” He articulated, his fingers softly caressing her cheek. “Go take a hot shower, it’ll make you feel much better. I’ll be in my room.”
She gave him a short nod, getting up and going straight to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and stopped in her tracks, giving herself a moment to just take everything in.
It all started with the deal; it had to end with it. But how?
She could go back to Club Luxure, it wasn’t like it was the first time the inevitable thought passed through her mind. The place gave her a certain freedom; but it would also bring her back to her old ways; to the life she never wanted to take back.
She took off her wet clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over her head. She closed her eyes, letting the relaxing sensation take over her senses, completely calming her down.
The other option was to stay there and continue living as she did until that point. But she couldn’t keep risking it. Taehyung wasn’t going to change and it was only a matter of time until he actually hurt her.
She ran a hand through her hair, a frustrated sigh escaping through her parted lips. The water was running, embracing all of her curves and edges while providing an almost euphoric feeling.
She had to choose, but it was going to be after she thought it through. Because no matter how much she loved doing things on impulse, this was her life;
And for the first time, it was her that was gambling with it.
Yoongi was laying on his bed, reading from one of the books he acquired just a few days before. If there was something almost no one knew about him, it was that he enjoyed books. Escaping from your world just to jump into another one for a while, was his favorite way of spending his free time; when he wasn’t painting or hunting people, quite ironically.
He attempted to adjust his glasses, when he caught a glimpse of an almost unnoticeable movement on the door. After a few seconds, it opened, revealing a breath-taking Ayoung, with her wet hair loose over her shoulders as she made her way inside the room.
“Min Yoongi, you keep surprising me.” She giggled, snatching the book from his hands, just to bring it closer to her face, reading a passage from the page he was on.
“There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.” She read out loud. “Never thought you’d be interested in this kind of books.” She confessed and handed him the book, before sitting next to him on the huge bed.
“Not many do.” He shrugged, placing the object on the bedpost next to him. He then took his glasses off and leaned on the pillow behind him, his eyes glued on the woman in front of him.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m becoming more and more interested in you every day.” She spoke, her eyes gleaming as she looked at him. It was so odd, how he was supposed to be a cold-blooded killer, but all she could see was an extremely attractive man, who wouldn’t hurt anyone without a good reason.
“I told you you’d come to me by yourself, baby girl.” He chuckled, pulling her closer to his body, the warmth giving her an instantly calming sensation. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t really know.” She mumbled, looking down at her lap as she played with her fingers. “It’s not the first time he does it- it’s just that, I felt like this time I really had no escape.”
“If I knew, I would’ve never let you step back into that house, Ayoung. You can’t keep things like that to yourself.” He hissed, turning her around so that she faced him closely. “I’m not letting you get hurt again. Get it?”
She slowly nodded, her eyes melting onto his endless ones. “I can take care of myself.” She then started but he placed a finger on her lips, sealing them close.
“Not as good as I can.” He smirked, pulling her into his warm embrace. She let out a small chuckle, sinking into his arms.
He gently caressed her hair as he pulled the blanket over heir bodies. “Definitely.”
When Yoongi woke up, Ayoung was peacefully sleeping on his chest, her smooth locks tickling his neck. His eyes travelled over her doll-like features, and then further down her body that was now mostly exposed.
The shorts he gave her rolled up in her sleep and the shirt was barely covering her breasts anymore. His fingers grazed up her cheek and went down, across her neck and collarbones, the ticklish sensation making her lashes flutter a little, sign she was going to wake up soon.
He smiled, his hand continuing to travel down her body. It wasn’t even sexual, it was just pure fascination. It was like he was touching a piece of art and he enjoyed every single moment of it.
Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light in the room just as he got to her thigh, gently caressing it. “Slept well?” He asked the girl, his husky voice echoing in the big room.
“Thanks to you.” She flashed a foxy smile, softly biting her bottom lip.
“Oh no, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to stop myself.” He smirked down at her, his hand moving up and down her thigh as a warning.
“Don’t then.” She repeated her action, wanting a reaction from him. He scoffed and lowered himself, hoovering over her small body as his lips crashed onto hers. It was a hungry kiss, his lips completely dominating hers.
Her hands made their way to his smooth hair, running through it as she pulled him closer to her. But just as they were getting more into it, a few impatient knocks reverberated through the halls, interrupting them.
Yoongi let out a playful chuckle, getting up. “Don’t worry baby girl, we’ll go back to it soon.”
He then proceeded to walk out of the room, his precise steps leading him to the door, which he opened slowly, revealing someone he didn’t expect at all. “Always nice to see you, Kim Taehyung.” He smirked, his fingers strengthening their grip around the doorknob.
“Ayoung….. Is she with you?” He asked, his expression unreadable as he looked him straight in the eyes.
The two men were staring at each other, in a complete domination contest, which none of them had any intentions of losing. One still trying to win the prize, while the other was going to keep it, no matter what.
and pls excuse the massive wait (:
