Angel (Yoongi x Reader)

Chapter 34

Y/N POV:

After Seok had left, I sat there tied to the chair, wondering exactly what was going to happen to me. I wanted to trust the man who had promised he would get me out of here, but I didn't know how to. Due to all the shit I had been put through over the years, there had not been a lot of people in my life that I could count on, put trust in, but those seven guys in that house managed to break down my walls. Especially the two that had captured a piece of my heart.

Even though thinking of Jimin and Yoongi made my head pound and the almost unbearable pain even worse than it already was, they were what I tried to focus on. The thought of them was what was keeping me sane right now, helping me hold out hope that this was going to end soon. What was it I was feeling for them? Was it love? Could it even be possible that I was in love with both of them? What kind of selfish person did it make me to want them both in my life? Would they even want me that way?

Jimin, the one who had scared me so much in the beginning, had become this silly, sweet and caring person that made me blush and smile at this actions. I remember the morning I woke up in his bed. He had looked so much like an angel, the softness of his hair, the plumpness of his cheeks, and the softness of his lips. It was then that I realized that I had developed feelings for him. Feelings in couldn't even explain. I couldn't forget the way he was staring at my lips. If Jin hadn't interrupted us, I'm almost positive he would have kissed me and I couldn't even believe how much I wanted him to.

My feelings for Yoongi started even sooner than that. As much as I tried to talk myself out of it, I had fallen for the man responsible for my kidnapping. What kind of dumb ass cliché was this? Had I completely lost my mind? The realist in me wanted me to run as far away as possible, run away from the man who had taken me away from everything I know. However, the romantic in me tried to convince me that he hadn't really taken me from anything, but instead brought me into a family that clearly showed they cared about me. Something I hadn't experienced since Lisa, my nanny.

I pushed the thoughts of them away from my mind, knowing I needed to focus on getting out of here alive, rather than lusting after two men who may very well want absolutely nothing to do with me. The idea of that hurt my heart and I tried to push it aside, not wanting to think about that at the moment.

Looking around the room I was being kept in, I finally tried to pay attention to my surroundings. The room was small with white walls that were covered in dark splatters, splatters that look oddly familiar and something I didn't want to think about. There was a small sink in the corner that Seok had dampened the towel in before coming to clean my blood. Across from me, there were two doors. One I knew to be the exit, but the other one I could only guess on. There was no bathroom and I only knew that since when Seok had come in last, he had brought me to the next room to use the toilet, humiliation coloring my face as he refused to leave the room, claiming it could be dangerous for us both. He had the decency to at least turn around while I took care of business.

The chair I was tied to was a simple metal folding chair and if I shifted enough, the chair would slide across the concrete floor, making a horrible screeching noise that I worried they would be able to hear. My ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, but when Seok retied me, the restraints were not as tight, the rough fibers no longer chafing my skin, making it red and bleed. My hands were tied back behind me, my arms pulled at a painful angle that I tried to adjust, not wanting to pop my shoulder out of place.

There was something that looked like a cot on the far side of the room and the linens on it didn't look exceptionally clean. It made me glad for a moment that I had been tied to a chair and not a dirty bed.

The door slammed open, catching my attention, and I flinched when Casper stalked into the room, his eyes filled with fury. "You worthless, fucking bitch," he shouted at me, a split second before the back of his hand met my cheek, snapping my head to the side in a vicious abrupt movement. He stepped back and gripped my chin harshly, directing my terrified gaze to his. His lip was busted, the dried blood coating it and he had the beginnings of an impressive black eye. "See this fucking shit? It's all because of you. Because Seok decided to punch me in my fucking face." Casper released my chin then stepped back. He gave me a devious smirk before hitting me again, the pain searing through my cheek, fire racing across my skin and from the warmth slipping down my face, I knew I was bleeding again.