You blinked, surprised when Yoongi passed the door to his office. You figured he would want to debrief you about everything you'd heard, everything that had happened when you were being held captive by your Uncle. You asked him where you were going, but he didn't reply; just dragged you along behind him, strides long, filled with purpose. He led you to the wing where the bedrooms of the Inner Circle were -- yours included -- and you let out a breath as Suga neared your door. Of course. He probably wants me to rest firs-- Nope.
You were dragged past your door, and Suga turned the knob to his room, shouldering open the door and dragging you in behind him. The moment you were past the threshold, he kicked the door closed behind him. You felt your heart rise to your throat as Yoongi's fingers closed around your neck. He looked down at you, breathing heavily, his dark eyes hard.
"Hyunjin touched you. Hit you." It wasn't a question. You swallowed and frowned. Nodded. "Kookie told me. We have him. Downstairs." Suga rolled his tongue, the anger coming off of him in waves.
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"They had to stop me from slitting his throat," he continued. Your chest rose and fell quickly; he was so close. So angry. You licked your lips and nodded again. "I wanted to feel his blood on my hands. Look into his eyes as the life drained out of him." Yoongi raised his free hand and traced your lips with his forefinger. "Because of you."
"Suga," You said, swallowing hard around the lump in your throat. "I'm alright."
"He hurt you, Kitten," the Boss snarled. You felt the rumble in your chest as his long, slender fingers traced the angry red and purple bruise on your cheek, his touch feather-light. "I'm so sorry I let them take you from us. From me," you could hear the emotion in his voice, and you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair.
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice. More importantly," you said, "you saved me. Where I was going, what I was facing..." You shuddered, and Yoongi wrapped you in his arms as you shook your head, feeling all the emotion from the last five days -- the anxiety, the rage, the fear, the despair -- finally wash over you. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come for me." You looked up and met his dark eyes. "Thank you, Yoongi."
At your words, Yoongi's head dipped and he covered your mouth with his own, tongue forcing its way between your lips, tasting you. He claimed your mouth as his, arms tightening around you so much your ribs hurt as he kissed you. You felt your knees weaken, a wave of heat and want and need pulsing behind your gut. "Suga," you moaned against his chapped lips. As if his name were some unspoken signal between the two of you, the Boss reached down and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, eliciting a small yip of surprise from you.
