[3RD POV]
"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine." Hoseok laughed and looked to the side. Joon leaned back and crossed his arms.
"You don't fool me Seok. I know you better then anyone." Namjoon wasn't buying Hobi's bullshit of excuses. He knew something was going on, but he just needs Hoseok to talk.
The red head swallowed and avoided his roomie's piercing eyes. "I can't-"
"For the love of god Seok, just fucking tell me! You're starting to scare the shit out of me." Namjoon blurted out with a frustrated hand gesture.
"You'll think im crazy—" "Spit it out!"
"I think Yoongi and Jungkook are in danger!" Hoseok shouts out loud. People turned their heads towards their table in confusion. It looked like he shouted that louder than he intended.
"Seok. What the fuck are you talking about?" Namjoon shook his head in confusion. Hoseok inhaled sharply and stood up from his seat.
"Let's not talk here, lets go." Without a word the man walked out the shop and Namjoon rubbed his eyes brows.
"Bill please!" Joon called for the waiter.
...
"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Yoongi kicked the door with his non-injured foot. Hissing out when weight was pushed on his bruised ankle.
"EEERRRHHH!" A frustrated cry, and more aggressive stomps and kicks was all he could manage.
"I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! WHY!" Kicks turned to punches.
"Fuck, fuck. Jeongguk. Jeongguk..." Yoongi's eyes blurred with tears and he suddenly slumped to the floor.
The world spun around him as he swayed from side to side. Blinking the dizziness away, Yoongi inhaled and landed one bone crushing punch on the door.
Huffing out like a wild animal, Yoongi slowly pulled his bloody and bruised fist away from the door and collapsed on the floor.
The pain was numb, as he stared at the dented and bloody door in front of him.
Jeongguk...Where did he take you? Are you okay?
Glassy eyes looked down at the crack underneath the door which light came from it.
I won't forgive myself if... if he...
Yoongi sharply inhaled and turned so that his body faced the ceiling. His hot, numb and shaky right hand came to cover his eyes.
"Why is this happening to me?" Yoongi whispered to himself. He couldn't understand why. Just why? Why was this happening to him? Him? Out of all people.
Yoongi opened his eyes and pulled his hand in front of him to inspect his hand.
Surely, the skin on his knuckles were torn, bloodily and bruised.
His attention suddenly went to the nasty pastel yellow sweatshirt. He quickly sat up and looked at the soft fabric that was stained with blood.
Probably his or Jeongguk's or even Jin's. Yoongi's stomach turned and within a seconds the soft material was off his body and thrown to the side.
Angry eyes burned holes everywhere he looked, everything he saw in the room disgusted him. The colors, the decorations. Everything. He hated it.
What did he ever do to deserve this? And why was he so useless?! Anger brewed within him.
"FUCK!" Yoongi exclaimed. Yoongi hugged himself and tried to control his breathing.
Okay, calm down, calm down. You can't do shit if you're like this. Yoongi talked to himself internally until his attention turned to the footsteps outside the door.
Yoongi slowly unwrapped himself and began to make his way away from the door he wanted to be opened a few minutes ago.
The footsteps stopped at the door and the sounds of the door unlocking put the mint haired male on edge.
The door creaked open and there stood Seokjin with an unfazed face, holding a blood dripping metal bar.
Dark eyes peered over the pale man's bare upper body and then to the discarded sweatshirt on the floor. Seokjin smiled smugly and swung the bar to rest it on his shoulder.
"Are you trying to seduce me kitty?" Yoongi's heart dropped and face paled. What? That was not—
"No I-" "Mmmm." Hungry lustful eyes leered all over Yoongi's body as Jin approached his most treasured victim.
Alarms went off in Yoongi's head as the stalker approached. He was unable to move. It was like his feet were woven to the floor.
And right as he was about to take off Seokjin caged him to the wall. Yoongi trembled like a leaf in harsh wind, and more so when Seokjin leaned down to breathe in the smell of his neck.
Goosebumps replaced his plain skin as Jin nose trailed up his neck to his cheek. Yoongi's breath hitched as the taller man pressed his body against him.
"My pretty doll." His Hyung whispered to him.
The stalker pressed himself more and that's when Yoongi felt it. He felt it pressing against him. It was sickening.
The mint male head snapped towards Jin, and with a dangerous glare, Yoongi warned.
"Get. Off. Me." Yoongi's eyes never left Seokjin's. The stalker smiled in amusement, enjoying how Yoongi challenged him.
With one swift move, the crazy man pressed the metal bar against Yoongi's throat successfully choking the man the more he pressed on it to the wall.
"God, you drive me crazy." Jin says as his tongue lapped over Yoongi's struggling mouth.
The smaller man hopelessly yanked and pulled at the taller man's clothes in attempt to stop him. It was hard to breathe, his vision was starting to fail him and his face was colored for sure.
"I want you so bad." Seokjin whispered, hot-blooded and eager. Yoongi felt the pressure loosen and finally he took a deep breath in, coughing.
Dizziness again, it felt horribly. Seokjin grabbed his dongsaeng by the jaw and pressed his plump lips on his.
"You are mine Yoongi."
"Mine."
No proofread.
A/N: ... yeah umm idk 🤷🏽♀️
Y'all I've been like re reading my shit to get a feel of what wtf is happening in this book and I be cringing hard as fuck like 👩🏽🦯
Who tf let me write 💀
I'm deaddd. Stay safe my petals
-Nico 💜
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