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It's min yoongi ff 💋 (Just ignore my shit types of fonts and look at yoongi agh)
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Your father’s fury crackled in the air like a live wire, every muscle in his body tight with rage as his voice cut through the thick tension like a blade.
"Let her go, Taehyung!"
The words echoed sharply in the kitchen, bouncing off the tiled walls. But Taehyung didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his head lazily, that signature smirk curling on his lips—a smirk that always carried danger. His towering frame loomed over you, his presence suffocating, his shadow swallowing your trembling body whole. The grip he had on you wasn’t just firm—it was possessive. He held you like a claim, like you weren’t a person anymore but his prized possession.
"Let her go?" His voice was low, smooth, and dangerous, each word dragging like velvet over a blade. He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear as he murmured, "Why would I do that… when she doesn’t want me to?"
Your heart slammed against your ribcage so violently it hurt, panic clawing up your throat as you met your father’s blazing eyes. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned ghostly white, his chest heaving with fury.
"You sick bastard!" your father roared, taking a bold step forward, but Taehyung moved before anyone could blink.
In one swift, predatory motion, he yanked you tighter against him. His massive hand slid from your throat to your jaw, gripping your cheeks so tightly it made your lips part. His other arm snaked around your waist, pinning you against his chest. You were trapped in his iron embrace, trembling like a fragile doll.
"Stay right there," he growled, his deep voice reverberating through your bones, his dark eyes glinting with something feral. "One more step and I’ll make her scream my name until the neighbors hear."
You whimpered against his hand, muffled cries escaping your throat as tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks. Your mother’s sobs pierced through the thick air, her trembling hands clutching her chest.
"Please… Taehyung…" she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking under the weight of desperation. "Let her go… she’s just a child…"
That earned her a dark chuckle. Taehyung tilted his head slightly, amusement flashing in his predatory gaze.
"A child?" he mocked, his voice low and rough. He leaned closer to your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin, making you shiver. "Tell her, baby. Tell them how you begged me to fuck you. Tell them how you cried for more."
