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

••• 육십 ~ rattled •••

YOU POV

You couldn't believe it.

Yoongi was using threats to force your hand, AGAIN.

JB, Harry, Hoseok...how many people had he put under gunpoint just to bend your will?

And now...

Kim Taehyung, the one person still smiling, still alive. Why had you brought him up? You had been trying to steer the conversation to the hotel, convince him to let you stay there. But now...

"This marriage ..." You struggled to mitigate the silence, chances of escape flickering dangerously. "If I become your wife..."

One wrong word and you're finished y/n.

Mrs. Min forever.

"You don't want it ?" Yoongi spoke then, that hint of a warning still lacing every word. You could feel his presence behind you, hands braced against the table on either side of your body, cologne mingling with your headache and making it hard to think. "It won't be like now, you know," he continued, turning slightly so his eyes were fixed on your profile. "Not quite. You would have to come with me to events. Manage the house. Take care of things."

Your stomach knotted. "What kind of things?"

The table screeched a little as he pushed off the surface. "When it comes." His fingers stroked the back of your head, rings like ice against your scalp. "We will make a bond, you and I. Whether you're with me or not, that person will hold us together. The person I put inside you..." His hand halted, thumb fingering your neck.

"You know what I mean, don't you?"

It took everything in you not to burst into exasperated tears. The incredulity of it, the sheer unfairness!

Why did it have to be you y/n? You should have never gone to that stupid audition!

"I'm too young to have a child," you croaked out, even though you knew it all, that he had been planning this since the beginning, that he was crazy, that all this was some twisted fantasy playing out whether you liked it or not. "I need to graduate college, at least," you reasoned. "What kind of ... mom would I be otherwise?"

To your relief, this answer seemed to satisfy Yoongi. Returning to his seat, he flashed you a smile.

"Of course kitten.I love you either way."

Again with the 'I love you.'

But your body had regained its earlier focus. Grabbing the fork with your ringless hand, you nodded over at him. "Aren't you going to eat? Help me finish this."

Yoongi acquiesced obediently, aiming straight for the potatoes. Putting a piece in his mouth, he chewed before fixing his gaze on you again. "I've made a list of wedding venues around the island. If we have it here, we can get officiated and take the honeymoon on one of the floating houses. Once you finish your food, we can go pick one you like."

So I guess you took my passive aggressive no as a yes?

But you had bigger fish to fry.

"El Roca," you blurted before your fear got the best of you. "The hotel I stayed in last night—there's a garden courtyard in the back, facing the beach." You fought through brain fog to conjure up the memory. "I was thinking while I was drinking last night...it was like all those places they go in dramas, or postcard covers. The sort of place that If I had lots of money...if I could get married...." You leaned forward, pouting ever so slightly. "You don't mind taking a look, right? I know you have o–"