Flower Petals, Dead Leaves (Stalker Suga x Reader)

5

"Bye!" (Y/N) shut the door behind the boys, turning around to me. She smiled slightly, walking back to the living room. "Do you like Jimin?" I followed her, him and her had a very strong bond, it was making me nervous.

"What's it matter to you? I never liked you." She sat down on the couch, grabbing her book.

"I'm willing to kill him if it means you won't leave for him." I glared at her, sitting beside her. She scooted farther away, I knew if I moved closer she would either scoot again or slap me.

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice. Would you rather I tied you up again?" I asked her. She glanced at me, then back to her book. "No, I wouldn't." She said.

"Then stop flirting with Jimin." I kept my gaze straight at her. "We're not flirting!" She slammed her book, filling the area with anger.

"Well it sure looks like it!" I yelled back. 

"It's not! Can you let it go? He's nice, and a good friend! It wouldn't matter anyways if we were flirting or not!" She yelled. I lost it.

Silence filled the room as the loud clap of my hand to her cheek (face) created the atmosphere. She looked to the ground, her hair covering her face as the bruise would soon start to appear.

"Just, stop talking to him." I heaved, ruffling my hair before straightening it out again. 

"Don't know why I..." The rest of her words she mumbled to quietly.

"What did you say?" I asked, sounding a bit too harsh than I should of.

"I said," I saw her fist clench.

"I don't know why I didn't leave with them!" She yelled, raising her fist and punching my cheek.
I stumbled back, how dare she!

"Hey! You don't treat me like that. I was the one who took you out of the basement, I can put you back!" I roared, picking my pace up as I went behind her and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and twisting them slightly.

"Ow! Yoongi, that hurts..." She whimpered, oh, so now she was all timid and weak.

"Why should I care?" I growled, twisting her arms a bit more to make her scream. "Yoongi, stop!" She yelled.

"I'll stop if I want to stop." I tightened my grip. I walked towards the basement where I had previously tied her up.

"Maybe in here you'll learn respect." I said, my sympathy wiping away. I held her wrists with one hand as I opened the door.

I walked in, going down the 5 stairs and throwing her in. She laid on the ground, I could hear her cries start to surface through her heavy breaths.

Deep down I felt terrible, but my feet walked me out of the room and my hands closed and locked the door.

~(Y/N)'s POV~

I staid on the floor, the cold tile pressing against my cheek as the air bit at my skin, goosebumps rising. I coughed, feeling the metallic tasting liquid coat half of my mouth, Yoongi had slapped me as I was biting my tongue, causing me to tense and rip a bit of my tongue tissue.

My wrists and forerms burned from him practically carpet burning (I don't want to use Indian burn for some reason, basically when you grip the skin and twist with both hands in opposite directions). I coughed, not being able to see if blood came with it.

I struggled to stand up, my body now shaking like an earthquake as I moved my arms slowly to push up, pressure points on my wrists seizing my limbs, causing me to yelp and go back down.

I began to cry, my arms struggling from the pressure from Yoongi's grip being all tingly and painful, like if I threw my arms into a bush of roses.

I felt numb from the floor's collision with my body, my legs struggled to push up, as one leg was half way up, I searched the floor for the chair I was tied to with my foot.

I hit a leg, (NOT A HUMAN LEG, GOD) then turned myself to reach with my hand for it, grabbing the chair's leg and feeling a splinter dig into my skin. I felt it get warm as liquid began to seep out, how big was the splinter?

I pulled myself up, standing up for 2 seconds before falling into the chair. I released the breath I not knowingly was holding in, resting my hands on my knee's before pulling the right hand off, the splinter pushing back into my skin.

I gasped in pain, hissing after as the tears began to flow heavier, my sobs still not audible as I bit my lip. The splinter wasn't the only reason why I was crying, it's because my legs hit the floor incredibly hard, my arms stung from Yoongi's restraint.

My hair stuck to my cheeks, was there any light in here? I never got to see the room fully. I remembered that when Yoongi gave me food, the lights were on. There had to be a switch somewhere, I couldn't have hallucinated that...

I tried to find the splinter on my hand, finding it just below the palm, right above the wrist.

I took my hand away, quickly wiping the tears before going back to the splinter. I pushed around the area, trying to feel any of the veins, did I hit one? I kept feeling until I knew 80% I didn't hit a vein.

I took it inbetween my fingers, feeling the big piece of wood, I'm guessing a piece of the chair was already loose, my hand bringing it down and into my hand. I took it tightly, slowly taking it out, a scream finally emerging from my mouth.

"Argh!" (I'M CRINGING) I yelled, finally just yanking it out, doing it slow being to painful. I held the piece of bloodied wood in my hand, eventually letting it drop as I kept whispering to myself.

"I'm okay, it's okay. Just a little cut, I'm okay." I kept repeating over and over again, rocking myself slowly on the stable chair, back and forth, back and forth. 

Please, somebody help me...

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1042 words! You guys told me to keep writing after I said I didn't really have a plot. It's funny because a person gave me a suggestion that I had already written down for chapter 5, she inline commented the same day I was writing that part of this chapter! :)