Telepathy

Chapter #3

Yoongi POV:

“Sir, if she had died why didn’t we help her?” The sudden question made my mind go crazy, not knowing how to answer their question. This morning's meeting was not going as well as I expected it to be. We need to have a permanent plan to stop the serial killer. Immediately Y/N popped up in my head, if she knew that this woman would die, maybe she knows who killed her and who is commiting all these crimes. I postponed the meeting and went home to look for Y/N. I headed to our shared bedroom just to find her looking out the window.

Y/N POV:

I sensed someone was behind me, to see who it was, Yoongi appeared to have an annoyed curious expression.

“Do you need something?” I asked him as I faced my body towards him

“Who is the serial killer?”

“What do you mean?” I questioned him.

“When you told me yesterday, the woman working at the kitchen bar will die, you must know who killed her?” He asked in a bit of a serious tone, I zoned out recalling past events, the murderer never got caught, he turns himself in. I don’t really think I can tell Yoongi that.

“You need to wait-” I was cut off as Yoongi grabbed my left wrist and pinned both of my wrists to the nearest wall beside my head.

“Don't test my patience.” He looked directly into my eyes as he said this.

“Just know, if I tell you now you cannot go back.” I tried to warn him before he makes a mistake that he might regret.

“I know you have a bad temper, I don’t want you to throw a fit of rage. Think properly on how you will deal with the situation.” I said earnestly but cautiously not knowing what his reaction would be. 

“Tell me who it is, or I will make you say it the harder way.” He said in anger as he used his right fist to punch the wall behind me, causing me to lightly jump on my spot. This brought back vivid memories of my parents and my scar I have on the back of my rib cage from the burn. I didn't give much of a reaction knowing this isn't the first time I am experiencing this. If I got boiling water thrown on me, for lying as an eight year old, how different would this be? I slowly turned my head a little to the left to peek with the corner of my eye to see the area he punched. I checked the area he punched, it had his fist print, I was shocked by his tremendous physical strength. I turned back to look at his expression. Seeing his reaction indicated that this conversation will not go well. Assuming his reaction will only get worse, I need to think of a way to calm him down, before things get out of hand.

“Listen” I sighed and looked down, I thought for a quick second as to what I needed to say next.

“I can't exactly-” He cut me off again, He slammed his lips against mine and I instantly froze. My mind shut off and the only thing I could focus on were his soft lips moving against mine. The kiss was harsh yet his lips were soft. Though they seem thin, it still covered the portion of my lips. I got back into my senses and realized what he was doing. My eyes grew big and I tried to push him off. My wrists were locked beside my head with Yoongi holding it against the wall. The only idea that seemed to pop into my head was to kick him in the most sensitive area. I knew I would regret kicking him, but this was the only option I had in order for him to move. I lifted my right knee and kneed him as hard as I could. He stopped kissing me and let go of my wrists as soon as he felt the pain. He placed both hands down on the area of pain. I looked to my left for a second, thinking how I am going to calm him down as things got out of hand.

“Tell me now.” He asked in a demanding voice as he held the gun loaded on my forehead. I didn’t move but tried to negotiate with him.

“I am sorry, I can’t tell you” I really thought about it, viewing his reaction to me not giving a response to his question. I sensed if I tell him who the predator is, his reaction will not be sane.

“Y/N” I jumped on spot at him shouting

“IF YOU DON’T TELL ME I WILL SHOOT YOU.”

“I can’t tell you.” I said in a soft tone, this is the moment I thought I would die. I closed my eyes, I was ready to get shot. I didn’t hear the gunshot, I opened my eyes, he put his right arm down with the gun in his hand. He seemed angry and walked out of the room.

Three days have passed without Yoongi talking to me or looking at me. When I went to check his injured hand, he pushed me away. I think he seemed to be really upset after that conversation. Many mafias in my eyes are a criminal organization, but Yoongi wanted better for people and wanted to help them. I think this is the major reason why he is upset with me.