What never should've happened.

Monster pt. 2

Yoongi's POV 

“Seojunah, can you please fucking floor it?” Yoongi pleaded. Han and Namjoon had to physically put him in the backseat. He was furious and scared and wanted to drive, none of the men in the car right then would allow that.

It was easy to tell that both Han and Seojun were shaken about the news of you being drunk at a random restaurant after having been assaulted by a Hybe employee. Seojun in particular. He was seething.

The second Hobi called him and told him what he knew, Seojun had never ran as fast in his life. If that man was in the building he was going to find him and quite possibly beat the living shit out of him, his job be damned. Luckily for the bastard, he never came back to Hybe and wasn't in his hotel either, but he had to go back for his shit at some point and then…he'd know why Seojun was hired as a bodyguard for the biggest band on the planet.

“I can't go any faster than I'm going or we'll attract more attention, Yoongi-ya. Believe me, I want to get there as much as you want to, but just imagine if we get followed. We'll expose her to the public and potentially, to that fucker.” Even so, he stepped a little more on the gas.

Yoongi's phone rang.

“Huang-ssi?”

“I'm here. But the man won't let me in, even when I'm fucking telling him I know her and that I'm all she has here!” He was banging on the door. Namjoon once again called Mr. Lee and told him it was fine, that Huang was to be trusted.

A small, irrational, part of Yoongi wanted to tell him that no, he wasn't all you had. That you had him and that she didn't need you, but he stopped himself. You didn't need that right now.

“We're almost there. GPS says two minutes.” Yoongi heard when the door was opened and Huang was running in, he didn't even bother to hang up. 

The car slowed down as they entered a narrow street.

“It's right up ahead,” said Namjoon as he pointed to a place in a corner, “under the red plastic domes. That's Mr. Lee right there.”

Seojun parked the car as close as he could to the curb and both him and Han jumped out the door. Yoongi almost did the same but Namjoon held him back. Security first. 

When Han opened the door, he jumped out and ran into the restaurant. It was dimly lit so that it looked like no one was in there. His eyes zeroed in on you, sitting hunched on a chair, hugging yourself, while Huang was squatting next to you, probably trying to soothe you.

He ran to you and squatted next to Huang, who to his credit, moved aside. Yoongi could've died at that very instant. You were hugging yourself, with your eyes locked on the table before you, a bright purple bruise in the shape of a hand on your arm and a cut across your cheekbone that had dried blood under it. The entire collar of your top was stained with blood.

“Y/N…princess?” He whispered. You were not reacting. That's when he noticed the four empty bottles of soju in front of you. It was five and if he had the times correct, you had been there since around three-ish. You drank too much, too fast. He tentatively reached out and put a lock of your hair behind your ear, to better look at the gash on your face. You recoiled from his touch but finally turned to look at him.

When you saw him, your eyes went wide and you flung your arms around his neck, nearly making him lose his balance, but he caught you and held you tight.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, he found me! He's in Korea, he's gonna kill me Yoongi, he's gonna kill me!” you began sobbing again and he held you tight.

“No, princess. I'm here, you're safe with me. You're safe.” He was rubbing circles on your back and holding back tears of his own. You felt so fragile in his arms and he felt so powerless at not being able to help you.