Forced to be his ♡✔️

10. Scared of me

Yoongi pov

"This is all Jimin's fault," I muttered, feeling the silk of the ridiculous maid dress chafe against my skin. I hated dresses. Hated them with a passion.

And Jimin, that little… he knew it, and he still made me wear this thing. Now I was standing here, feeling like an absolute fool, while some guy, Alex, was staring at me like I was something… desirable. Disgusting.

Yoongi : "Stop looking at me like that,"

I growled, my voice laced with venom.

Yoongi : "You're making me sick."

He just smirked, his eyes running over my body with an unnerving hunger.

Alex : "Sorry, but… you've got a damn hot body."

My fists clenched.

Yoongi : "Get out,"

I spat,

Yoongi: "Before I punch your face in."

He ignored me, stepping closer.

Alex : "Just one night, baby,"

he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Alex : "Spend one night with me, and I can help you escape this mansion."

Yoongi : "How dare you!"

I roared, my fury erupting like a volcano. I slapped him hard, the sound echoing in the silence. He stumbled back, his hand flying to his stinging cheek. He was about to retaliate, but then the sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the tension, a tiny reprieve.

I turned towards the door, hoping to find a way out of this nightmare. But Alex, his eyes gleaming with malice, pinned me against the cold wall. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin, his hand reaching towards my face. Just as he was about to trap me, a voice cut through the air, strong and commanding.

Jimin ; Alex!"

It was a jimins voice, filled with authority, and it was coming from the stairs. I felt a flicker of hope, a sliver of light in the suffocating darkness

But Alex, his eyes blazing with frustrated lust, was still lurking over me, a predator circling its prey.

Jimin pov

'"Ugh, these files are never-ending," I groaned, running a hand through my hair. Being CEO and a mafia boss was a relentless grind, and I was starting to feel the weight of it all. Finally, I shoved the last document aside, a wave of relief washing over me. Then, the chime of the doorbell broke the silence, a reminder that our takeout order had arrived. "10:30 already? How in the world is Yoongi supposed to clean this entire mansion?" I muttered to myself. "He can have a break, I'll tell him to do it tomorrow."

My thoughts were interrupted as I started down the stairs. The scene before me was like a slap in the face, a betrayal I never thought I'd witness. There, in the hallway, was Alex, his hand on Yoongi's arm, his gaze lingering on my love in a way that made my blood turn to ice.

Jimin : "Alex..."

I breathed, my voice tight with fury, every muscle in my body tense. How dare he touch what was mine? Yoongi was mine, and Alex, this arrogant, filthy... He had the audacity to lay his hand on my Yoongi? My heart pounded in my chest, my anger a roaring volcano threatening to erupt.

I charged towards them, rage surging through my veins. Grabbing Alex by the collar, I felt his flimsy resistance meaningless against my iron grip. My fist connected with his jaw, the sound of the impact echoing through the hallway.