Blood bound

Part 10: Angry 16+ (I completely forgot to give this chap a name lol)

"Goddamnit!" I cry out, frustration radiating through my veins. The door creaks open and Hobi sticks his head in, eyeing me worriedly. 

"Is everything ok?" He opens the door and walks in, closing it behind him. I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. 

"No, things are most definitely not ok!" I fume, my eyes filled with rage. 

"Woah woah woah woah woah! Just calm down!" He says trying to reason with me. I turn to him, my eyes blazing and glare furiously. 

"Never tell a woman to calm down!" I seethe. He gulps and watches quietly as I pace the length of my floor trying to reason with myself. Well of course he had to be joking right? I mean he couldn't be serious, could he? Or was he actually fucking serious?! Hoseok sinks down onto my bed watching me with wary eyes, unsure of how to react. 

"Are you alright?" He asks his voice thick with uncertainty. I let out a throaty chuckle and shrug as I continue my pacing. 

"Oh I'm just peachy!" He furrows his eyebrows. 

"What's going on?" I turn to him and instantly, my breath catches in my throat. I pause mid step and stumble slightly before steadying myself. 

"Sorry." I mumble as I fold my legs under me, sitting beside him. He turns to face me and nods. "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just frustrated." Hoseok eyes me before egging me to continue. 

"What are you so frustrated about?" I sigh and look down at my hands knowing I'll sound silly. 

"Yoongimademequitmylessons" I say in a jumble feeling embarrassed. 

"What?" I take a deep breath and clasp my hands together. 

"Yoongi made me quit my lessons, I do some different stuff and I took some classes to help pass time and plus I really enjoyed them." I breath in deeply and wallow in self pity as I face the dreaded days ahead with no more dance, and music, and art. Hoseok sighs and bites his lips gently before looking to me. 

"What kind of lessons exactly?" He asks. I swallow harshly, trying to push the unwelcomed tears back. God why do I have to be so emotional? Probably my period. 

"A bunch, I did some dance, I did a lot of music! Mostly vocals but I did play around with some instruments here and there too." I start to smile, thinking of all the memories these places held. "I also did some art too. I wasn't really that good at it but it was still a lot of fun." I sigh and shake my head. "I swear I want to hurt Min-Yoongi like I've never wanted to hurt anyone before!" I ball my fists up and rise to my feet, picking up where I left off, wearing a path into the floor. Hoseok laughs and my head whips in his direction making him go quiet. He clears his throat and sighs. 

"Look you should talk to him, he may be hard headed and everything but he's just being overprotective. You have no idea what's out there." He pauses to shake his head before grabbing my hand and pulling me down, flashing me a bright smile. "In the meantime I can give you dance lessons, Jin, Jimin, and Tae can help you with vocals, I'm sure Yoongi would be more than willing to play some guitar or Piano with you and Kookie can do some art. I'm sure you could get a lot of vocal coaching from Kook too if you wanted. Plus if you like to rap, Joon and Yoongi would be your guys." I nod my head feeling only slightly better. 

"Ok." He grins and pecks my forehead. 

"Can I send Yoongi in without you throwing a huge fit?" I frown and glare angrily at the floor. 

"I won't make any promises." I grumble meanly. He laughs and ruffles my hair. 

"Just try to talk to him." He replies as he walks back out. I continue to glare at the ground as I try to ease my anger. Suddenly I hear yelling and look up towards the door. 

"If you don-" Jin starts and Yoongi throws the door open his eyes fixed ahead of him. 

"I'm going aren't I?" I can faintly hear Jin huff in frustration and then Yoongi turns to me his eyes blazing. 

"I already told yo-" 

"You are not my father! You don't get to make these decisions for me!" I growl cutting him off. I return his angry glare and he strides forward, the muscles in his neck jumping as he grits his teeth and tightens his jaw. He grips my jaw hard in between his hand and jerks my face up to look at him. As intimidating as he is I refuse to look away. I continue to glare back at him with just as much anger and stubborness as he gives me. 

"Your wrong." He breathes, his breath fanning my face. I swallow harshly and try to pull away as his grip tightens at my jaw, causing me to wince in pain. "You better learn who you belong to baby girl because it's only a matter of time before my patience wears thin with you and you won't like that." He smiles darkly and stay ramrod still as he leans down his lips brushing against my cheek. "What I say, is what goes understand?" I squeeze my legs together tightly as his voice sends shivers down my spine. As angry as I am with him I can't control the arousal his dominance and deep baritone voice is causing me. I squeeze my eyes closed tightly and focus on all the reasons I should be screaming and yelling at him for. 

"No." I whisper weakly cursing at myself internally. He chuckles and his lips brush against my ear as he talks, his voice a mere whisper yet so deep and sensual. 

"No?" He pulls back and blinks, his eyelashes brushing against his cheek. His eyes are dark and hooded. He releases my jaw and my hand instantly flies to the sore skin, rubbing at the red marks. He looks down at me and as soon as his eyes meet mine something in me snaps and I instantly slip into a completely different headspace. He must've noticed because he leans down his eyes alight with a dangerous look as I shrink back. I don't know what this is but it scares me and I internally start to panic not knowing what to do. "I think you might want to try that again." He says breathily as he leans even closer, our noses touching. I nod my head and he smiles wickedly. "I own you right baby girl?" A small whimper escapes my mouth as his mouth attaches to my neck his hands gripping my thighs tightly. "Right?" He growls against the skin as he begins to suck biting down harshly but not hard enough to break skin. My hands fly to his hair and I tug. 

"Y-yes!" I moan quietly. His lips pull up into a smirk and I shiver as his teeth graze my collar bone making me feel hot and tingly inside. 

"And your gonna be a good girl and listen aren't you?" I gulp, my bottom lip quivering. 

"Yes." 

"Yes what babygirl?" 

"Y-yes sir." I whisper. He pulls back to look at me a small smirk playing  on his lips. 

"That'll do." He says his eyes staring down into mine deeply. He runs his hands up my thighs, to my waist, up my sides and they stop when they reach both sides of my face. He leans down and crashes his lips against mine and I tug at his hair as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. He bites down softly and I open slightly allowing him entrance. Our tongue's dance together and he explores my mouth with his own. His hands fist my hair and I moan softly when he tugs harshly. He pulls away catching my bottom lip between his teeth. My heart slams against my chest and my breathing is uneven as I try to calm my racing heart. "You have no idea what you just started baby girl." 

A/N 

SORRY I LEFT IT LIKE THIS LOL Y'ALL THIRSTY HOES!! Lol! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A COUPLE DAYYSSS.... I'VE BEEN HELLA BUSY AND PLUS I GOT CAUGHT UP READING OTHER PPLS STUFF SO YEAHHHH

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