The alley seemed to tighten around you as Yoongi's fingers, cold and unrelenting, slid inside your waist. Your eyes widened in shock, a shiver running down your spine at the invasive touch.
You recoiled, the repulsive sensation enough to make you protest and attempt to get up, but his hand latched onto your hair, yanking you back down.
"There's something more to this game you're playing," Yoongi hissed, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers delved into your clothes, searching for the listening device that had allowed you to stay one step ahead.
The wire, discreetly tucked away, was now exposed to his probing fingers.
"Did you think I wouldn't realize the little game you're playing?" he sneered, pulling the wire out with a triumphant grin. In an act of sheer disdain, he crushed the delicate device under his heel.
You grimaced, the sense of violation only intensified as he looked down at you with predatory eyes. "Let's talk like we don't have anyone listening," he suggested, his grip on your hair loosening just enough to allow you to sit up, but the threat lingered.
"Come out of your fantasy," Yoongi spat, his voice laced with venom that sliced through the air like a razor.
The flickering lights in the dim alley seemed to cast eerie shadows, emphasizing the threatening nature of his presence. He loomed over you, an unsettling intensity in his eyes.
"I won't let you escape," he growled, the words hanging in the air like a sinister promise. The implication of his possessiveness was undeniable, and the weight of his obsession bore down on you.
His fingers tightened on your hair, and you winced at the pain, feeling the oppressive control he exerted.
"Even if I have to break your legs," he continued, each word dripping with a dangerous determination, "I will own you."
His threat hung in the air, a chilling declaration that sent shivers down your spine. The alley seemed to constrict around you, a suffocating atmosphere of malevolence.
His words, laced with barbed wire and venom, had sunk their teeth into your skin, leaving you raw and exposed.
"Break my legs?" you echoed, the words tumbling out like broken glass.
"You think that's what it takes to control me, Min Yoongi? You think I'm some fragile doll, ready to be cracked and mended to your whim?"
The laugh that rasped from his throat was a viper's hiss, chilling you to the bone. "You were," he sneered, eyes glinting like obsidian in the flickering neon.
"But you've grown teeth, haven't you? Clawing at your chains, playing your little games."
"You talk tough," Yoongi snarled, the control slipping from his voice like melted ice.
"But you're just a pretty puppet for those Serpent snakes. You think jungkook is any different ?"
Tell me," he leaned closer, his breath hot on your skin, "did you let him slither between your legs too? Did you moan that same name for Jungkook as you do for me?"
His words stung, leaving behind a bitter aftertaste.
But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing your flinch. Instead, you met his venomous gaze with a cold smile.
"Jealous, Yoongi?" you purred, letting your own venom drip into your voice. "Can't handle the thought of your precious doll playing with another man?"
"You're finished, Yoongi. The Serpents are going down with you."
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SAVE ME ( Underground Fighter AU)
FanfictionGet ready to join the battle in "Save Me," where a woman tired of running decides it's time to face her demons. In this tale of grit and redemption, she enlists the help of Jeon Jungkook, a formidable underground fighter. As he imparts the art of se...