You're Mine, Noona. [BTS - Jungkook]

Evil.

With my hand on my cheek, I looked back at him from the ground angrily.
He just punched me. My manager just punched me.

Manager Song placed his hands on his waist and looked down at the ground with a frustrated look.

"Really, this kid..." He attempted to kick me a few times, but I was quick to scramble away, feeling little stones underneath me scratch my skin.

"Don't put up an attitude, girl. I'm your manager and Bang PD told me that your career is now in my hands. So you should listen to me and not make a ruckus out of small things," he warned me.

"D-does a manager hit their own people?" I snapped at him.

He smirked and cocked his head. "Aishhh this kid... If you don't listen, then yes. I'll hit you,"

I smirked and twitched a lip. "And I thought you were a man." I mocked. I rubbed my cheek lightly to check if it was bleeding, before slowly standing up.

"Bang PD wouldn't be satisfied if he heard about you hitting the trainees. You could lose your job," I threatened him but he shrugged.

"Bang PD has nothing to say to me. He told me that I could do whatever I want with you," he smirked.

I widened my eyes. That bastard Bang PD. My blood pressure rised and I clenched my fist. Wiping my nose, I eyed him.

"And to think you were someone nice. You little bastard!" With a groan, I ran up to him and punched his face. His head jerked to the side and blood could be seen on the side of his corner. I smirked and shook my hand to feel the tingling sensation from my punch. If he thought I was easy, he's so done.

He scoffed and spit out the blood. Wiping the blood from his lips, he looked at it shortly and laughed.

"You just messed with the wrong person," he sneered and he grabbed my collar.

One of his hands were fast and hit me right in the stomach. The air was punched out of my lungs and I gasped. He was fast. One of his legs was stuck out between my legs and in a rapid twist, he threw me over his shoulder and my back hit the ground, forcing the last bit of air out of me.

I gasped for air, but he bent down over me and placed his hands around my neck. His grip was tense and I started to choke.
I attempted to dig my nails in his arm, but he didn't budge even once. He had his teeth gritted and his eyes looked angrily at me.

I need air! Air!

I looked at him wide eyed and from my expression, he started to laugh at how scared I looked at him.

"That's good, be scared of me." He told me.

I kicked my legs in the air and hit his arms. He wouldn't lose his grip. My sight was starting to get blurry and I felt my body heating up from struggling.

Was this it? Is he going to kill me like this?

Please, someone help me! Someone! Please! Jungkook! I need you! I'm scared, please save me!

"It's suffocating, isn't it?" He sneered. I looked at him and tears ran down my cheeks. I was begging him to stop. I didn't want to die. Not like this.

"You want me to stop? Hum?" He urged me. "Then do whatever I tell you to do, understood Hana?!"

I nodded my head rapidly as much as I could and he let go of me with a smirk. I gasped for air so much, that it started to hurt my throat. I coughed and cringed under the pain. I slowly crawled a bit away from him as I was scared of him. He made his point, strongly.

He intimidated and threatened me in a way I have never experienced before. I have never been this close to being killed. It is terrifying.

I placed a hand on my throat and choked on my own breath. I wheezed and closed my eyes, making my tears fall down.

"Yes, be afraid of me. So you better listen to me and do whatever I tell you to do, unless you want to die." He eyed me angrily. I blinked with my eyes and sobbed.

"Promise me, Hana!" He urged and made an attempt to come closer. I flinched and crawled back, until I felt the back of my head hitting a wall. Quickly, I nodded.

"I-I promise," I uttered with a small voice, cowed by his agressive nature.

"Good," he smirked at me, before standing up. He patted the dust from his clothes and opened the door. "Wipe away those tears, darling. We got a shooting to do," he said, and waited for me with a sadistic smile at the door.

I gulped and bit my lip.

...

"Good, now closer and closer," the director told me when he snapped some pictures of me and a male model. They made me act on a bed with only my lingerie and I felt uncomfortable under everyone's eyes. But the fear for my manager was stronger than the embarrassment. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him licking his eyes and looking at me lustful.

I shivered and turned back to the male model who was lying relaxed under me. I felt his hand tracing my inner thigh and I felt disgusted.

I faked a smile, and the male model chuckled. It seems like he is enjoying this too much.

I closed my legs and with one hand, I grabbed his from my thigh and let him place it around my shoulder. He pulled me closer and I laid my head on his bared chest.

Hearing his heartbeat, I gulped and felt sad. This is never what I wanted. Never.