The Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 16

~Y/N's (Your) POV~

I stumbled, my head spinning and throbbing, sending waves of dizziness through me. I reached out to the nearby walls, my fingers scraping against the rough surface as I attempted to steady myself. Fuck. My mind became enveloped in a dense fog, barely able to string together any thoughts. I practically lunged into the womens' restroom with an almost zombie-like fervor before collapsing on the sink counter. Was I, perhaps, drunk? I couldn't be. I only had a milkshake.

Right?

I lethargically reach for the faucet, turning in on with a weary groan. Taking a handful of water, I splash it onto my face. Wake the fuck up, Y/N. I stand there, elbows resting on the sink counter as I stare up at my reflection. What does Taehyung even see in me?

Abruptly, a repulsive sensation wrenches through me, causing a violent retching as puke rises in my throat, threatening to spill over. Frantically, I sprint towards an available stall, barely making it in time before my stomach empties itself. Oh, shit. I collapse against the cubicle wall, the acrid aftertaste of vomit stubbornly lingering in my mouth. I feel gross—and I probably am.

~Taehyung's POV~

Where in the world is she? I scoured the food bar, half-expecting to catch her devouring a slice of pizza, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. I push through the crowd, anxious.

"Oh, hello, handsome!" a red headed girl cried out, "accidently" bumping into me. She snaked her hands up to my neck before licking her lips seductively. Cringe. "Meet me in that room over there?" she continued, gesturing to one of those VIP booths.

"Get your filthy hands off of me," I coldly retorted.

"Don't be such a party pooper," she whined, trailing her hands down to my chest.

I was utterly disgusted. Ripping her hands away, I swiftly delivered a stinging slap across her cheek. "I told you the first fucking time."

~Y/N's (Your) POV~

Swirling the mouthwash around for a few more moments before spitting it out, I tested my breath. Finally, there was no trace of bad odor. Finally, my breath didn't stink. Lazily readjusting my bag, I headed out the restroom. Taehyung must be looking for me. Opening the door, a figure clad in all black stepped into the room. He looked Korean.

"Um, excuse me, but this is the ladies' restroom," I stammered, stepping back cautiously.

A faint smile curled on his lips as he glanced at me. It wasn't a friendly smile; it bore an unsettling edge that sent a chill down my spine.

"So, you must be Y/N," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of menace. His gaze traveled up and down my frame, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Before I could react, he pounced, seizing my wrists and slamming me against the wall.

"No! Stop! Please!" I wailed, struggling to push the man away, but his relentless assault on my neck continued, leaving a trail of stinging kisses that sent shivers down my spine. "Taehyung! Help! Taehyung!"

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!" the man snarled, slapping me straight across the face. Reacting on instinct, I drove my knee into his groin, causing him to double over in pain. Without looking back, I dashed out of the restroom, my hands pressed to my burning cheeks.

Not long after, I accidentally collided with someone's chest, causing me to jump slightly in surprise. I looked up.

"T—Taehyung," I whispered between my choked sobs, the syllables barely escaping my trembling lips. His gaze intensified, his eyes darkening as they fixed upon my distraught form. I swear—it seemed as though a faint crimson glint flickered in the depths of his irises.

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

Yayyyy! Chapter 16 is finished! Imma be honest with you guys—I've been under some pressure recently. 3 tests in one fricking week is really way more than I can handle. I'm waiting on results for my math test—let's hope I at least get a 98 😅 

Anyways, please comment and give this chapter a vote! Have a Taehyung!