Purple || MYG

The truth

    Everyone stopped talking and looked at Jungkook before quickly turning to look at me. Jin grabbed my face squishing my cheeks and tilting my head up towards the light so they could see better.
    "Look at them."
    "Such a pretty shade of purple."
    "Are you wearing contacts?"
    "Were you wearing contacts before?" I'm bombarded with questions as Jin keeps my face squished and tilted towards the light as all of the guys except Yoongi swirl around me staring down at my eyes.
    "Why aren't you acting surprised?" Jin turns his head to Yoongi who's leaned against the bar relaxed with a bored look on his face. He stops mid drink looking at the guys from his side view before cooly shrugging his shoulders.
    "I've known for a while now." He says before sipping on his drink again. The attention turns back to me and before I can be questioned more BamBam rescues me.

    "Alright guys I need Alex to go rest and prepare for the next song. Save your curiosity for later." I hear him let out a nervous chuckle as he ushers me off to the backstage rooms.
    "You're not going to ask questions?" I say as he gently pushes me into my room.
    "I kinda figured it out when I met you. You can wear contacts all you want but if anyone were to look deep enough, they'd see the purple shine through. It's not hard to miss but anyone who isn't observant isn't going to catch it. Plus, nobody with that amount of talent is born with brown eyes." He states as he helps me slip my heels off as I sit in the soft chair in front of the vanity.

    "Eye colors don't matter, it's the personality that matters. I'm green but that doesn't stop me from having talent and still working towards whatever goals I want. The color doesn't always have to define us. Just live your life how you want and enjoy it because it won't last forever." He states still leaned down in front of me. I grab him and pull him into a hug. Hearing his words makes me realize there are people who don't actually care for status and just want to live their life however they want without the restrictions.
    We stay like that wrapped around each other before I hear the door click open.
    "What the fuck?!" I hear a yell and me and BamBam pull away from each other and I see Yoongi in the doorway fuming. Before I can say anything, he slams the door and leaves.
    "Give him time he can't go anywhere he's performing next. Change and then get ready, you're on after them." BamBam states as if this has happened before.

    After he leaves, I sigh and change into a more comfortable outfit for the rest of the night. I'm only doing a few more songs so I should be fine in this one outfit. I slip on some ripped black tights and some high waisted leather black shorts over them. Throwing my dress to the corner of the room I grab a black and white checkered crop top and a red leather jacket. I let my hair down and fluff it up to give it more of a punk rock vibe and go to stand behind the stage so I can watch them perform. Yoongi gives me a look before turning his attention back to Namjoon as they ready up to go out.
    The boys perform a couple songs and seeing them makes me want to learn to dance better. I'm not very coordinated on my feet and I feel like dancing would help a lot. I make a mental note to talk to Lisa later and ask for her help. They all rush back off the stage and I pull Yoongi off to the side to talk.
    "Yoongi what's wrong with you?" I question trying to keep my aggravation at bay.
    "You and BamBam is what's wrong with me." He seethes.
    "I hate seeing you let these guys hang all over you it's getting on my nerves." I scoff and fold my arms over my chest.
    "You don't own me, Yoongi. I'm not your property. I have done nothing wrong. So what? BamBam and I hugged? It's not like I fucked some other guy!" I raise my voice at him, and he pins me to the wall.
    "You are mine and I won't let some asshole take you away from me. You belong to me kitten don't you dare forget that." He says in my ear, and I feel my knees grow weaker. He nips and sucks at my neck and I know he's leaving marks on me. He bites down one last time before grabbing my face and kissing me roughly before lightly shoving me towards the stage and leaving for his room.
    "What the fuck just happened?" I question before making a last-minute decision to change my song. I grab BamBam and tell him my idea and he joins me on stage. I can see Lisa cheering for us from behind the bar and I see BamBam get shy at her loudness. I quickly tell the band to play You Don't Own me by Saygrace and G-Eazy. I take my place next to BamBam who nods his head at me. Locking eyes with an angry Yoongi in the crowd as the music starts. BamBam comes in strong rapping G-Eazys part and then it's my turn.

You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys
Don't tell me what to do
And don't tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay
Don't tell me what to do
And don't tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display

    I keep my eyes locked with Yoongi who seems to only get more enraged at my attempt to put him in his place. BamBam comes back in before it's back to me. We finish the song and run off the stage. BamBam is tackled by Lisa who kisses all over his face telling him how much she loves watching him on stage. I giggle before heading off to the bar with them tailing behind me. At the bar BamBam makes me a drink and slides it to me. Yoongi just stares at me as he leans against the bar. I ignore him and down my drink before heading off to the dance floor.
    "Yuri come dance with me." She immediately hops up and follows me to the center of the floor. As the music plays and the alcohol takes over, we dance on each other and people on the outside might think we were together. I hear catcalls from guys as we rub on each other and Jimin ends up attaching himself to Yuri.
    "My turn!" He says with a smirk before taking her away from me. I continue to dance by myself before I feel a pair of hands land on my hips. I can tell they're Yoongis, but I choose to ignore it and continue to dance pressing myself further into him.
    "You're being a bad kitten tonight, Alex." I don't respond and continue to shake my ass on him feeling his nails dig into my hips.
    "Bad girls get punished." He whispers in my ear before dragging me backstage. He shoves me onto the couch in my dressing room before locking the door. He undoes his tie as he makes his way over to me looking at me through hooded eyes.

    Taking his tie, he tugs on my arms and brings me to the floor. He ties it around my hands and then ties the end to the leg of the couch.
    "I don't like the way other men stare at you." He growls as he kisses down my collarbone.
    "I don't like seeing them touch what's mine." He nips at the skin.
    "I especially don't like knowing what they're thinking when they look at you." He sits up at stares down at me.
    "How do you know what they're thinking?" I question already out of breath.
    "Because I think the exact same things about you." He says before attacking my lips. His hands are quick to slip my shorts off and instead of pulling down the tights he gets frustrated at the layers of clothes and rips them open and off of me.

    "I want to kill everyone who looks at you the way I look at you. They don't deserve to see your body." Yoongi growls in my ear before unbuckling his own pants and pulling them down. He pumps himself in his hand a few times before positioning at my entrance. I let out a whimper as cold air hits my body.
    "I'm not going easy on you this time kitten." He smirks before slamming into me. I scream at the pain that shoots through me as he thrusts quick not giving me time to get used to his size. No matter how many times we have sex it still hurts until I get used to it. After a few minutes pain turns to pleasure as he slams into me. His grunts and my moans could be heard throughout the room and I'm glad the music in the club is loud.
    "F-fuck Yoongi!" I yell causing him to reach his hand up to my mouth.
    "Shut up. Don't moan until I tell you to." He says as he wraps one hand around my throat squeezing slightly. I feel my body heat up at the feeling of his hand on my throat and I didn't think I could love this anymore. As he holds onto my neck and thrusts fast, I feel him get sloppy.
    "Now kitten. Scream my name." He grunts out as he uses both hands to lift me up into his lap slightly and I let out all of the moans I was holding back.
   "Y-Yoongi!" I yell as I feel him twitch inside me before stopping his movements.
    "F-fuck!" He yells before collapsing on top of me. Panting hard he unties my hands and lays next to me on the carpeted floor.
    "You're mine. Don't ever forget that Alex." He says before kissing me sweetly and helping put my clothes back on.