Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

45. Tape You Up

"YOU - are not selling him anywhere!" you snarl.

"Y/N GET BACK!" Suga yells. He didn't see you come back at all. Zach lunges at you but you dodge his arm. Barely.

"The problem -" you grab Zach's wrist from the outside and twist it, "-with you large idiots -" you shove your knee in his groin causing him to double up, " - is that you think you're fucking huge -" you punch his nose twice, " - so you can win any -" you land a cut on his neck, " - fucking -" another cut, "- fight!" A third cut and he is breathing like a fish out of water. You get behind him and push him to the ground. Suga gapes at you - poised to attack Zach but you moved so fast that there didn't seem to be any need.

He kicks the knife out of Zach's grip the moment you push him down. Meanwhile, you are sitting on top of Zach, binding both his wrists with the plastic string that often secures the juice cartons.

"YOU BITCH - LET ME GO!" Zach yells, trying to free his hands.

"It's a constrictor knot. The more you struggle, the tighter it'll get," you advise.

"And YOU!" You get up and turn to Yoongi. "Did he hurt you? What happened -?" you scan him from top to bottom but he looks uninjured.

"- I'm fine, Y/N, but you - michyeosseo? He had a knife, for fuck's sake!" he exclaims, caressing your cheek. You look so unbothered by the whole thing while he can still feel shock coursing through his veins. And your forehead -

"Yeah - but - this idiot was there in Florida - I recognized his voice too late -"

"-Florida?" he turns his attention to what you're saying.

"- the airport - remember that racist dude -"

" - that was him?"

" - I SPENT A YEAR TO GET HIM - NOT GOING BACK WITHOUT -" Zach struggles on the floor but you put your foot on his shoulder to stop him from rolling over.

" - HIS HAIR - HALF A MILLION -"

" - half a million dollars for my hair? No wonder he stalked me for so long -" Suga gapes.

" - YOU HAD A STALKER?" you shriek.

" - it's really not that unusual -"

" - you're supposed to share that sort of thing -!"

" - with security yeah I did -"

" - WITH ME!"

The betrayal in your eyes is so sharp that he is taken aback.

"Dump him, hun," Zach suggests. You push your foot further into his shoulder. "I told you to stop calling me that," you warn.

"I - um - we should call security -" Suga interjects.

Before you can reply, Mr Kim enters the loft with a bodyguard. The first thing you had done when you'd left the loft earlier was to call him. There is literally no space left for any more people, so Imo yells from the staircase itself, "YOONGI-AH! NEO GWENCHANA?"

He yells back that everything is okay.

Mr Kim and his colleague pull Zach up. The presence of two visibly dangerous men sobers him up.

"We'll make sure he won't come near you again, sir - ma'am," Mr Kim says. There is a hint of regret in his voice. He should have been there. And yet, did you not deserve a moment of privacy every now and then?

Yoongi addresses him in Korean, "Kim kisannim, please make sure he gets the help he needs - someone needs to tell him that selling celebrity hair on the dark web is not the best way to live life..."

"- and that he can't go around carrying knives and disrespecting women," you add in English, with gritted teeth.

Mr Kim nods. After they are gone, Imo comes up to check on both of you. Yoongi gives her a toned down version of the incident and asks her if there's a first aid kit somewhere.

" - in the kitchen," Imo answers, "aigoo - it's not a big cut thankfully," she looks at your forehead with squinted eyes. You instinctively touch the area above your left eyebrow. It stings the moment your finger grazes the skin - there's blood on your finger.

"Nooo not the face," you groan. You did feel the knife touch you but not cut you. Imo holds your shoulders and then your cheek, "are you okay, agasshi? You are not scared - no?" her voice brims with concern.

"I'm fine, Imo," you mutter, embarrassed. You had cried out because it would be hard to hide a cut with make up for the upcoming shoots. She hugs you tightly. Oh.

Now that the danger has passed, your emotions finally rise to the surface.

"Such a brave girl - come on, let's clean you up," she walks ahead of you while holding your hand.

"Imo, I'm really okay," you chuckle, but you don't let go of her hand. Of course you were scared. It was so confusing when Yoongi told you to leave. You called Mr. Kim anyway, it felt like the sensible thing to do, and decided that you'd go back up too just to check. And then the familiarity of Zach's voice hit you. Once you saw him holding out the pocket knife, there was no time to think.

"Yah, what was that secret ninja skill you showed upstairs?" Yoongi asks while you wash your face in the kitchen sink. You giggle, but Imo interrupts you, "Yoongi-ah, there are bandaids in that drawer - I have to go help out in the front."

Yoongi nods. People are pouring in for lunch and Ahjusshi won't be able to manage all alone. She hands you a towel and pats you on the shoulder rather proudly before leaving.

"If she keeps treating me like this - I will literally start crying," you say. You don't remember the last time an older person pampered you like a kid.

Yoongi chuckles. "Come on, let's go back up. We're only getting in the way." The cook was waiting for you both to move from the sink with a none-too-kindly expression.

"Right, sorry," you move away quickly.

Once upstairs, you apply a little antiseptic cream on your forehead and give Yoongi permission to tape the cut. It is literally the most cliched thing to do - but you shut your eyes when he touches your forehead - letting the proximity comfort you a little. The image of Zach attacking you with a knife was seared into your memory now. It wouldn't fade easily. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before pressing the bandaid onto the cut. You wince.

"I can't believe he wanted to sell your hair," you say suddenly. Yoongi chuckles.

"I thought he wanted to do some - some ceremony or something - with my hair and blood," he backs away, giving your freshly taped forehead a satisfied smile.

"Agh, that is even scarier. How did you not lose your shit when he was stalking you all this time?" A sting has been building up in your left hand so you lift it up. Even as he continues to talk, he gently tapes up the scratches on your hand.

"I almost did. And I didn't tell you because I hadn't seen him in what - two months at least -"

"- it's okay," you reply quickly, "and I'm sorry I yelled at you for it. I was just - panicking all over."

"You did him in pretty well for a panicked person," he says, looking cutely cross-eyed as he puts a bandaid on your left pinky finger.

You try not to react to his super focused expressions. "I shared a flat with an MMA instructor once. She taught me because I had so many late night gigs where men were often drunk or high. But self-defense skills or not, nobody should face their stalker alone. It's a really, really messed up situation to be in."

"I guess I owe you one." There is a spark in his eyes as he matches your gaze.

"Someone threatened you with a knife, Yoongi, there are no debts in a situation like this!"

Suga could have kissed you then.