H O R R O R S || B T S [Completed]

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A stern voice overtakes my own, startling the boys and I into looking toward the abrupt disclosure. A stone faced Yoongi was stood in the doorway to the joining hallway, his casual clothes in tatters and blonde hair all tousled. His lips were upturned in an angry sneer, umber orbs glaring in my direction.

"I'm sorry..?" My eyes lower to analyze the visibility of my appearance, noting the vast majority of my body covered by the pink, flour splotched apron. A small bit of my chest was revealed, but other than that, I didn't see what the problem was... "An apron..?"

Yoongi's lips twitch in frustration, footsteps stomping against the wooden floor as he makes his way toward me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jimin and Tae swiftly climbing to their feet. Fearful expressions contorting their stark white faces.

The outraged male finally halts a few inches from my figure, his arms raising threateningly. Unsure of his intentions, I await the possible onslaught of violent tendencies or harmful words. They never approach... Yoongi's hands do.

"What the hell!" I screech as his fingers nearly tear the apron from my body, revealing the navy bathing suit underneath. My hands ascend and shove his fuming form, leg joining to knock him in the shin. "What the f**k is your problem!?"

Yoongi winces at my aggression on his leg, though quickly transfigures back to immediate anger. His teeth bare as he dangerously murmurs, "...Where did you get that?" 

"-Get what? What the hell is going on with you-?"

"What's going on in here?" Jin's tall form appears in the doorway, a plate of steaming pigs' in a blanket within his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed, gaze focused on the other blonde male, "Yoongi..? You weren't supposed to be back until later...?"

More footsteps join the synchronization, followed by the shutting of a door. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook all pile in from the hallway, drenched in some sort of dark powder, and pause at the view of the strange scene before them. Namjoon speaks first, "What's going on?"

"I'll tell you damn well what's going on," Yoongi hisses, fingers tightening crudely around the circumference of my left wrist. "This little bitch raided my closet and stole one of Jiu's suits..."

"What did you just call me?.."

"Hyung-, Noona didn't steal anything... I gave it to her so we could go swimming." Jimin intercepts from beside us, shrugging his shoulders innocently toward the older individual. "I'm sorry... I-I should've asked you first-."

Yoongi interrupts furiously, "Damn right you should have f**king asked me! How dare you go through her stuff!? You piece of-!"

"Don't yell at him!" I growl, ripping my hand from his grasp and sending him a sneer of my own. "Unlike you, Jimin actually has the decency to apologize-."

"An apology doesn't make up for this!" He yells, gesturing to the length of my body. "That swimsuit isn't f**king yours! It shouldn't be on your body!"

"Oh forgive me for not having psychic abilities that told me this damn bathing suit was yours! What's the big deal anyway!? It's just a piece of fabric!"

Yoongi's face seethes even further, form inching threatingly closer, "That piece of fabric belongs to someone special! Not a spoiled, selfish bitch that doesn't no when to shut her goddamn-."

A harsh clap interrupts the male's speech, echoing mockingly at the sullenly still room. Yoongi's hand lifts to his reddened cheek, fingers caressing the swelling mark as he turns back with surprised irises. With a glare, I lower my hand back down to my side and whisper: