In Safe Hands +18 ~ BTS/SKZ/Reader

27 - Untold But Not Unknown

I sat outside in my dress and let the breeze cleanse me, or at least I told myself that it would.

What is wrong with me?

Why am I such an awful person, with such dark 'gifts'?

They're more like fucking curses.

I laid back onto the grass and closed my eyes.

I'm so glad Jung Kook woke up.

I don't know what I'd do if he ended up dying.

I heard footsteps approach me, but I kept my eyes clamped shut.

I didn't need to see.

I can tell who it is.

"How's my killer?" Yoongi jokes, sitting beside me on the grass.

"Don't say that, please." I whine, and he suddenly straddles himself over me as I lay on the floor.

I widen my eyes as I register what he is doing, frozen in disbelief as he puts on an abnormal display.

"You should have left the dress, Y/N. How can you be so naïve.." He flipped his tone and harshly ridiculed.

My heart's racing.

He's pissed.

"You know what would have happened if he didn't wake up, don't you?" He growled, face inches away from mine.

My breath became jittered as the anger he radiated suffocated me.

"You really are just like her.. A fucking disgusting monster." He spat, suddenly planting a tight grip on my throat.

I was silent.

I didn't fight back.

I accepted my fate, closing my eyes.

I brought my hand over his to encourage him to not hold back, but as he noticed my lack of fight, he pecked me gently on the lips.

I opened my eyes as I registered what was happening, and released his grip, then moved his hand to caress my jaw.

As he pulled away, he then pulled me up with him as he sat up.

"What was that for?" I mouthed, stunned that the confrontation took such a turn, and he huffed air out of his nostrils.

"You need training."

"I don't think training will fix the issue at present.." I sighed, looking down at my hands.

"It's worth trying, though. You need to try something. Your Mothers presence is just getting stronger.."

"How can you tell?" I look up at him.

"Well, she lead you to her belongings, for a start.." He awkwardly chuckled, and my jaw dropped.

"This.. Is my Mothers?" I falter, and Yoongi lets out a long sigh.

"Let's go into your room. There's some things I need to tell you." He smiled, getting to his feet and holding his hand out for me.

We got to my room and Yoongi turned me to face him, loosening the laces of my corset.

I could feel myself blush hard. This reminds me of when we first met.

He was focussed on getting it off me, I think for my own good.

It's a toxic piece of fabric that clearly holds a lot of bad memories for him as well.

Once it was loose enough, he wrapped his arms around me to reach for the zip, and as it pulled down, the dress naturally dropped to the floor.