As I walked home from the cafe, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. I kept looking over my shoulder as I walked, each time expecting someone to jump out from behind a corner and drag me into some abandoned alley and murder me. I shiver at the thought and pick up my pace a bit, thankful that I was almost home.
As I see my apartment building come into view, I turn my head to see a man walking behind me. I try to make it look like I was oblivious to his presence and begin to walk faster, only to hear his footsteps speeding up to keep up with mine. My mind is flooded with only one thought: get home as fast as I can.
My feet carried me faster and faster than I've ever run before, but my pursuer was faster. Before I knew it, I was tackled to the ground and I face planted, my face smacking off the asphalt as I crashed to the ground.
Before I knew it, I was flipped over onto my back as my attacker straddled me, his legs on either side of my hips as he used his body weight to pin me to the ground. I can smell the alcohol radiating off of him as he inched closer to my ear. I bit my lip and turned my head away from him.
"You're preeetttyyy." He slurs. "Leeettt's have some fuuun."
His hands begin to travel down to my shirt, fiddling with the buttons as he tries to unbutton my shirt as he buries his face into the crook of my neck. I feel tears in my eyes as I try to fight against his strength, but it does no good as he is much stronger than me. I suddenly scream loudly into the night, earning a strong slap across my face and his hands squeezing my neck.
"If I can't do this while you're awake, I'll do it while you're unconscious!" He squeals, his hands tightening around my neck. I start seeing black dots around the outer edges of my vision, indicating that I will pass out soon.
"But I can't pass out. Who knows what he'll do to me if I can't fight back," I think to myself as a slight squeal rips itself free from my throat.
"No one can hear you, beautiful. You are alone!" He screams at me.
Suddenly, I'm able to breathe again as the man flies off of me. I lie on my back trying to catch my breath as my senses return to me. I hear someone bring punched over to my left. I turn my head to the left and see something that I was surprised to see.
My attacker laid on the ground with another man on top of him, punching him even though he was unconscious. I immediately recognised the man on top of the one he's punching.
"Yoongi," I call out to him weakly. His head snaps in the direction of my weak voice. Before I could call to him again, he's at my side, lifting me up bridal style. The last thing I see before blacking out is his worried face as he carried me back to what I assumed was my apartment.
******to be continued***********
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The Cafe {Yoongi Fanfiction}
FanfictionHer parents died tragically in an accident caused by a drunk driver. The only thing they left her was a small, cozy cafe on the busy streets of Seoul, South Korea, a city that is still unfamiliar to her. Will she be able to cope with the deaths of h...
