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

••• 오십구 ~ in between •••

YOU POV

Last room. Meet me to escape.

You couldn't help it.

Last room on the floor. Your letter will get mailed.

You had a spring in your step.

You could feel your body pumping, your face shining, your heart skipping a beat. Freedom, so close you could taste it, was coming, and this time, this time you would not let anything get in the way.

"I brought you a change of clothes," Yoongi greeted as you approached, face inscrutable as always. "And money. And this." Awkwardly, he shoved a sun hat in your hands. "You can wear it while we shop."

Your mood shifted almost instantly. "I suppose you're worried some people might find out about the hostage situation."

Yoongi put the hat string around your neck. "Sun." His fingers interlaced yours. "You can't get sunstroke today. We have a lot to do."

You thought about demanding elaboration, but thought better of it. Careful was the word of the day. You needed to make it back to this hotel, one way or another.

Your letter will get mailed today.

The picture was so perfectly clear in your mind. Your parents, unfolding the letter, reading the plea, shock and abhorrence over what they had let happen taking hold. And then Gongyoo, arms about your shoulders as the authorities swarmed with assurances, are you oks, safety like warm blankets, bringing you rest. You would board the plane, eyes full of tears, trembling with unbounded happiness. And then...

"Go change," that familiar deep mumble interrupted, motioning to the lobby washroom. "And quickly."

Still faint with hope, you boarded yourself up in a stall. Cracking the shopping bag open, you removed what turned out to be a belt to a very, very expensive dress.

"This..." Your eyes widened at the Dolce & Gabbana price tag, the dress' fabric melting between your fingers, liquid fabric.

What was that crackhead planning?

"No coffee for me," you muttered, slipping the dress on. It fit perfectly, as creepily as usual. There were also matching pearl earrings and some 1-inch platform sandals to complete the look. Nervously, you exited the stall, staring back at your dolled-up reflection awkwardly.

He must be planning some romantic escapade, most likely ending in this dress in a wrinkly heap. But no matter what y/n....you have to get back to this place. You have to go along until then.

Then you'll be free. 

YOONGI POV

There was no mistaking it.

Y/n had been drinking.

"Here," I pushed the entire fruit tray across the table towards where she was a nibbling a piece of toast like a squirrel, despite having shopped for the last few hours. Correction: she had shopped, I had lain lifeless by the nearest A/C, cursing myself for not buying a property in Siberia to board her up in.

"You should eat more," I insisted again, agitated by not knowing what had happened last night, her phone hovering in the same location for hours. "And the watermelon too."

Her eyes bulged. "But--"

"You look tired." Leaning back in the chair, I surveyed my kitten, taking in those slightly sunken eyes, bloated face...