Why won't You Love me ((Suga Yandere 21+))) ft JHOPE

••• 오십팔 ~ dark horse •••

YOU POV

You awoke to the sound of waves.

The whoosh seemed to come in slow motion, stilted. You sat there listening to the tides, letting the world form before your eyes and the hotel sheets surround your body in warmth.

And Gongyoo was lying next to you, fast asleep.

"I'm alive," you whispered, barely believing it.

Hungover, yes.

In your underclothes and with another man, yes.

But you were alive.

And you had defied Yoongi.

Rubbing your eyes, you reached for your phone, images of last night floating just beyond clarity.

How many times did we do it? you tried to remember. Two? Three? On the bed, in the shower, halfway off the balcony....

Deep down, arousal stirred. Suddenly shy, you looked at Gongyoo's bare chest, heaving slightly under the cheap white duvet. His hair remained messy, but it didn't detract from the definition of his face and those large, poignant eyes.

He's older than Yoongi, certainly. Older and gentler--hesitant yet hungry. Passionate....

Your thoughts went to Hoseok, making a frown cross your face.

Get out of my head, won't you? You don't need me anymore. You never needed me Hoseok. You lied to me, pretended we were getting married. But I'm all gone now. I slept with your wife's assistant. I betrayed the me who was with you.

Sighing, you watched your lock screen begin to light up as airplane mode closed. Unsurprisingly, the most recent notifications were from Yoongi.

3 Unread Messages

[ Where are you ? ]
[ Are you sleeping out? ]
[ Goodnight. ]

Puzzled, you slipped off the bed, air con hitting your legs like weightless ice. Slipping onto the balcony, you dialled your kidnapper.

He didn't answer.

"Fuck, come on," you mumbled, beginning to panic. You knew there was no way he would just shrug off you sleeping out, let alone without explanation.

But he probably knows where I am, you realized quickly. That much I'm certain of. This phone is being tracked, perhaps even tapped...

Fingers trembling, you pulled up his contact again, glancing left and right as if that would help you spot the danger.

I need to trick him, I need to avert his attention...

You pressed the CALL icon again.

"Oh, kitten. What's wrong?"

The sound of his voice almost brought tears to your eyes.

"You didn't call," you blurred out immediately, anxiety making the words pour. "You said you would call at 10pm. I booked a hotel—I waited. But they only use cash here. I'm almost out."

Your thoughts raced, trying to think of other unasked questions he would have. "If you're wondering if I'm coming back, I am. But I don't have any proper clothes! You didn't tell me the weather would be so hot."