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"...Y/N"
You look up to the owner of the hand gripping you. Your vision is a bit blurry, you couldn't recognize who it was, but you could recognize by the voice that it was a man.
"Y/N? You're Y/N right? Adora introduced us earlier. I'm one of BTS's producer."
You just stare at the man who is still gripping your hand. He stare at you too, scanning your body from head to toe.
"Did you forgot already? Ouch, I'm hurt." He put his hand over his chest pretending like his chest hurt.
"I'm Supreme Boi, you remember now?"
"Oh...yeah, right." You mumbled quietly, but honestly you don't really remember him. You just said it because you don't want to be rude.
"What happened to your face sweetheart?" He moved few stands of your hair to get a good view of your face.
"Still look pretty even with messy make up." He whispered more to himself as he leaned close to you.
"Come with me and I'll fix that pretty face of yours, okay?"
You didn't clearly hear what he said because the music was too loud inside the bar. He waited for you to answer but you didn't respond. He took your silence as a yes as he drag your body out of the bar.
His grip on your waist was too tight its starting to hurt. A soft whine left your mouth as you feel the pain on your waist area where the producer is holding you.
"Fuck, that sound so hot." The producer mutter under his breathe. His grip on you become tighter as he drag you closer to his car. You try to move your body away from him but he's much stronger compare to you.
The producer scan the parking area before he open the door of his car. He grab the handle of his car door and he's about to push you into the passenger seat when all of a sudden you hear a familiar voice.
"Is there a problem here?" You turn to look at the owner of the voice.
He was looking straight at the producer. His eyebrows are raised as he eyed the producer. His jaw clenches as he slightly puff his chest forward.
"Oh, Suga. Hey there man." the producer simply replied.
"I asked a question?"
"What?"
"Is there a problem here?" Yoongi repeated with a tinge of annoyance.
"No, everything's alright here." The producer responded as he squeeze your wrist really tight.
Yoongi turn to look at you, his eye brows raised.
"I would like to hear that from her."
You stayed silent, you couldn't answer. Not while the other man is squeezing your wrist so hard you could feel your hand getting numb.
