(BTS FF) Ending Green

eighteen✧༝┉˚*❋green dreams

Author's Note: This is a very heavy chapter and can be very triggering. Please take care.

Riya's POV

"It was so much fun," I gush to Chansoo as he drives me to a morning meeting. "All of their families were so nice, even their dads. Nobody even yelled at me."

"Were you polite?"

"Yeah, I—yeah. I always said please and thank you."

"Good job, Riya." He makes a left turn. "I'm glad to hear you had fun."

My smile fades a bit, but I nod. "Me too."

The music from the stereo is the only sound for a few minutes, but he turns it down after a while.

"I understand you told Seic you didn't want me to accompany you on the vacation," he voices lowly. "Would you like to tell me why?"

I stiffen, sitting up straight until my spine cries out. "I just—I knew the guys' bodyguards would be there, and that's already a lot, so I didn't think more was needed."

"Those are their bodyguards, Riya. They protect them, not you."

"They...they watched me, too. So did my friends, and their family was all there. The bodyguards just sat in their cars while we were in their family's houses, so it...I mean, you would've been bored anyway."

"It doesn't matter. Bored or not, my job is to protect you."

I swallow, ignoring how difficult it is to do. The air in the car starts to feel suffocating. "I was protected. My friends were there, and—"

"Watch your mouth, Riya." His tone sinks into a darker tone. One that frightens me. One that sounds like it comes from the dreams that plague me each night. 

I pale. I don't know what I did wrong, but I apologize anyway. 

"Next time," he instructs. "You will let me come. Am I understood?"

I can't get my tongue to work with my mouth.

"Riya," he reproves sharply, and I stutter out my apologies, none of them making sense and sounding like jumbled nonsense.

"Yes," I manage. "I understand."

"Good."

I realize we've pulled into the parking lot of my management's building.

I reach for the door, desperate to leave this situation, but he locks the door.

"Chansoo?" I ask, my voice teetering.

"I'll be here when you get out," he tells me. "I'll take you to your apartment, and then we're going to have a little talk."

My heart jumps into my throat. "What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He unlocks the door. "Go."

I stumble out of the car, the sun and my emotions blinding me as soon as I do. By the time I approach the doors to the building, I think I'm crying. I'm not sure, but I wipe my eyes anyway.

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When we get to my apartment, Chansoo sits me on my living room couch. He stands before me, his arms crossed as he looks down at me.

He gave me matcha, a tall cup of it, and he instructed me to drink all of it before we started our talk. I did, and now I feel sick, my surroundings blurry and my headspace just as much.

I'm crying, but I don't know when I started or why. I just want to stop. I don't feel good.

"Tell me what you did wrong," he instructs.