My Chibi BangTan Book 2 ✔

Not A Babysitter

 Of course I wasn't included in their plans.... Of course they'd leave me here for the next two mission things they went on and of course I didn't get any closer to finding out anything about my mom.. or about Jason. On top of everything, it was difficult living with these guys, they seemed to be in their human form more and I think it was because of my reactions... I knew they'd caught me staring, they too have been staring at me a lot more than they usually do. I didn't understand them... they were still so strange to me.

Yet here I was being babysat again. Since it was clear these guys were going to walk around in boxers and or pants but no shirt... I had been mostly wearing tight tank tops and shorts that were shorter than what I'd usually wear. And tonight was only different because my pajamas were in the laundry.

"I have nothing to sleep in, and you guys are hogging up the washer and dryer again." I said with my arms folded over the towel that was tied around me. Yoongi tossed a long black t-shirt at me.

"Here, now please.. go put on some fucking clothes." He said as he immediately turned and walked back to the living room. I retreated to my bedroom and put on the shirt and underwear. The black boyshort panties had little white bears on them. I brushed through my hair and twisted it up, holding it in place with a clip. Once I was finished I went out and joined Yoongi on the sofa, he seemed to be watching some crime show. The look on his face was firm, like he was focused.

We sat in silence for a moment... till I had to open my big mouth.

"I have clothes on now, is this better... warden." I pouted with all the sass I could muster. Yoongi ignored me.

"Why the hell am I still not allowed on missions?"

"We told you the plan for the missions." Yoongi rebutted.

"Yeah, but not the outcome or what you're trying to do exactly. You also don't tell me what you've found at the warehouses. Absolutely no information is given to me." I complained.

"And that's for good reason."

"And what the fuck is that reason? What the hell gives you the right to keep me in my fucking apartment while you assholes get to go out and seek justice?" I complained more, and louder.

"You've got quite the mouth tonight, babygirl."

"Yeah I do. And you can't say shit about it cause you know I'm fucking right! It's not fair, we were suppose to look into Jason and my mother and whatever is happening with you guys. TOGETHER. Not fucking separate you dumb fuck!" I had worked myself up and went... maybe a little too far- yet for some reason when he still sat there in silence, focused on the wall mounted tv in my living room.. I just had to push more buttons.

"I bet you guys get a fucking kick out of keeping me here. The way you all walk around here in your big boy pants... which by the fucking way, are entirely too tight. I bet you all get off on the idea that you're keeping me 'safe' and out of 'harm'. I bet you all have fucking hero kink or some damsel kink and well.... Fuck you! I'm no one's fucking damsel!" I stood up in a fit, having worked myself up again. Yoongi stood, still not looking at me, suddenly he turned and grabbed my wrist. He bent down slightly as he yanked me to him- lifting me over his shoulder, he carried me into my room and tossed me down on the bed. He unbuckled the belt around his slim but toned waist and pulled it out of his belt loops. Once free he buckled the belt around my wrists, forcing them closed. I could have struggled, I could have said stop but my brain was so confused as to what was happening.

Yoongi pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up below me. He spread my legs and held them against his hips.

"I will say this once... and only once. Do not, EVER, raise your voice to me. And if you want to know my kinks babygirl, all you have to do is ask. Now..." He got off the bed and looked around my room for something. He dug into my closet and got out a white belt I hadn't worn in a year or two. He used it to tie my already tied wrists up above my head, buckling them to the headboard of my bed. He seemingly left the room and I tugged on my belted hands to see if I could get free.