I Promise - BTS

Part 9

How are people over Soowoozoo already?

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"W-what are you doing, Yoongi!" I mentally curse myself for the stutter. I don't like showing weakness to Yoongi. I don't want him to know that his coldness bothers me.

He climbs over me, our faces only inches apart. Then he smirks at me, "I'm on vacation. As if I'm not going to enjoy my time while I'm here. Besides, with you here, alcohol is the only way I can relax."

He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I struggle weakly for a second. Then collect myself. Why is he doing this? Yoongi's not the type to take advantage of someone, right? I can't let this happen again.

"Yoongi. Get off." I say in a weak voice. He just scoffs at me. After everything I just told them, he thinks this is, ok? No. It's not.

His small smile doesn't waver, like I'm amusing him, "What could you do about it?"

His hand is now in my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear, the other still holding my wrists together firmly. I'm not even flustered anymore. Just pissed off.

"I'm not weak Yoongi. I promise you that. Get. Off." I say through my teeth.

"Let me repeat myself, what can you do about it? You were reduced to a mess just from one simple text, and now your underneath me, with no hope of escape, because I'm not weak either." He tightens his grip on my wrists, and strokes the same strand of hair through his fingers.

I take a deep breath and buck my hips hard, he's surprised enough to fall over and release my wrists, I straddle him and pin him the same way he did me. I lean in towards him, our faces close, "I can and will do whatever I need to do."

"Ok." He says with a smile. The fuck?  I'm surprised so I let go of his wrists, and he shoves me off him, then grabs a couple of glasses from the fridge. "For a second there I thought maybe you had forgotten that fighting spirit."

"What-," I began, but Yoongi interrupted me.

"Oh, and I'll let it slide this time, but that's Yoongi-oppa, to you. Now get the alcohol and get the hell off my bed." He said holding a hand out to me. He had a large grin on his face. It was my turn to scoff at him. Asshole.

He's right though. I lost it entirely in a split second with one text. I fell back into the old habit of being that scared, little girl. I got my degree, this job, my friends, all on my own, but now I'm not alone. I have friends and family to help me. I can deal with this, and anything else that will be thrown at me.

"You're right. This isn't who I am anymore. I have a phone call to make." I say reaching for the whiskey. I then put it in his outstretched hand.

He smiles at me triumphantly, "I'll be down at the tent with the guys. Oh, and I know Taehyung-ah said tomorrow, but go talk to Jimin before you join us."

I nod, "Thank you, Yoongi-oppa." He smiles and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I pull out my phone, and call my assistant, Alexa. I ask her for a complete background check on John. I wanted to know everything about him, before I even contemplate responding to him.

I also call my sister and let her know the plan, and tell her to stay away from him, and to relay the message to my mother.

With all that sorted I leave Yoongi's trailer to find Jimin. He and Taehyung were in his room. I knocked quietly in case he was sleeping, but he called for me to come in. His head was laying in Taehyung's lap, while Taehyung was just stroking his hair, humming.