Love Maze | BTS 8TH Member

Danger pt.2

TW: Mentions of rape

Arin woke up with a start, disoriented and confused. She was lying on a warm, cozy bed, her head pounding. Her jacket was nowhere to be found, the cool air hitting her arms. She sat up quickly, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over her. Groaning, she held her aching head in her hands. She was in a big, windowless, yet comfy looking bedroom. Panic started to rise in her chest. Where was she? What had happened? How did she get here?

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the sasaeng walked in, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, Arin-ah," he said, his voice low and unsettling. "Did you sleep well?"

Arin's blood ran cold. Fear washed over her, but she tried to remain calm. "You a-again? W-Where am I?!" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The sasaeng chuckled. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. You'll be safe here," he said, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity of possessiveness. "Safe from the world, safe from everyone. Afterall, you have me."

Arin felt a surge of terror. She knew she was in serious trouble. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt dry. The sasaeng's smile was unsettling, his eyes literally dripping with obsession.

"Don't worry," he purred. "I won't hurt you." He moved closer, his figure looming over her. Arin started panicking on the inside. But she had to stay calm, she had to think of a way to escape.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Arin and her movements. He slowly moved closer, while Arin tried to scoot back, but there was nowhere to go, as her back touched the headboard of the bed.

Suddenly, she remembered her phone that was in her jeans' pocket. Her hand tried to subtly reach for it from under the blanket, but he noticed. "Trying to reach for something?" he asked, his voice laced with a dangerous amusement. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He reached out and gently, but firmly, took her phone from her pocket and tucked it in his own. Arin was trapped, with nowhere to go. "You don't seem to understand Arin-ah. You're mine now," he whispered, leaning closer. "Mine." He leaned closer, his breath hot on her face.

No. She couldn't give up now. She had to find a way to escape. Suddenly, she remembered something Jimin had once taught her, a self-defense move. Taking a deep breath, she played along, her eyes fluttering close. 

The sasaeng, lulled into a false sense of reciprocated love, leaned closer, his eyes closing too. Arin waited for the right moment. As he leaned even closer, she opened her eyes suddenly, and lashed out, using the self-defense move Jimin had taught her. She kicked out with her foot, aiming for his stomach, dangerously close to his crotch.

He cried out in pain, stumbling back, falling on the floor. Arin, seizing the opportunity, scrambled away from him and the bed, her heart pounding. She scrambled towards the door, her eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. She had to get out of there. 

She tried to open the door, but it was locked. Shit. He must have locked it when he came in. The floodgates of panic fully opened in her. She had ruined her only chance of getting out of here, by harming the sasaeng. The room had no windows, and the door was locked. Arin was trapped, completely at his mercy.

The sasaeng, recovering from the surprise of her kick, got up from the floor and moved towards her again. His eyes, filled with a chilling fury, narrowed. "You little...!" he growled, reaching for her. Arin scrambled backwards, her back hitting the cold wall. Tears freely flowed, even though she didn't want to show her weakness to him. "S-Stay back!" she cried, her voice trembling.

The sasaeng lunged at her again, but this time, she wasn't quick enough. He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her. Arin screamed, the grip of the sasaeng tightening, fear paralyzing her. She struggled against his grip, but it was useless. He was too strong.