unafraid [bts x you]

v. personal space

"You know you won't ever amount to anything without us."

I couldn't hear where it came from, but oh, did I know who hissed it. I tensed, waiting for the next and expected blow.

"After everything we've sacrificed to get you this far, the least you could do is keep your opinions to yourself."

I'm not sure why I kept my eyes shut as the insults kept coming; I laid still, letting the words echo back and forth as they took over my own thoughts. She was angrier now than before, angrier than all the other times she would invade my sleep. At least this time, I had a warmer bed to endure it in. I wrapped myself in the blanket and continued to listen, each painful memory taking a stab harsher than the last. By now, I was wide awake.

"And you'll never be someone on your own."

I jerked up, sweating as I threw the covers off. I was panting and out of breath. The light that peeked through the curtains reminded me of where I was, away from them, and I sighed heavily, falling back on the bed in relief. I turned my head and saw the door. Locked.

It wasn't really a pleasant thought to wake up and remember that I was being held hostage, but the four walls were certainly better than what I'd been having to deal with for the past few months. It was temporary, that much I knew, but at least I could pretend to own a room. I could pretend to work for money, buy myself enough books, comics and albums to fill up the shelves. The desk could have a small potted plant, and the window could be open. I could finally buy clothes to have a different outfit every day and organize the wardrobe with the latest styles. I could have another pair or shoes. Maybe, I could find my place with BTS and be of some worth, just enough to pay for my stay.

But that would only be if I wasn't here against my will. For now, I wanted to get out, but pretending was therapeutic.

"Today I'm supposed to die," I mumbled, recalling the favor. RM was going to brief me on what the hell I was actually going to do, but I'd be sent out at around noon since I wouldn't be questioned in daylight, whatever the hell that meant. Someone was supposed to come get me sometime soon—

"Hey Princess, wake the fuck up."

How charming.

"I'm coming," I yawned, swinging my legs off the bed. I didn't have any pajamas so a shirt and whatever pair of underwear that was clean worked fine. Normally, I'd be fine with my choice of clothing but as soon as V opened the door, I began to question my decision.

"Well, Princess, if you wanted to mess around, you only had to ask," he purred out, again eyeing me up and down hungrily. I used the nearby jacket to cover up before he saw anything he wasn't supposed to and pushed past him to start picking out my clothes, rolling my eyes as he whistled lowly. The door clicked shut and I kept my back to him, annoyed. Of all people to come wake me up, it had to be the pervert.

"Y'know, I didn't mean to beat the crap out of you," V murmured, closing the gap between him and I, making me gasp lightly. I could feel his hot breath down my neck and forced myself to stand still.

I scowled and looked forward. "Well, when I repay the favor, I'll mean it."

V chucked deeply, his hand grazing my thigh as it crept up and began to play with the hem of my shirt. The pair of jeans that were in my hand fell to the ground. I felt my body crawl with goosebumps, suddenly incredibly cold.

"D'ya mean that?" he hummed, now dangerously close to my ear. I shuddered. I'd been too focused on the hand creeping up my stomach that I hadn't been paying attention to the one now suddenly wrapped around my throat, lifting my face up ever so slightly to make me gasp for breath again.