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Chapter 5 - Yoongi

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The nightmares I had were nothing out of the ordinary. Flashbacks of the abuse I endured, the men and their ugly faces crowding my sight in the dim light as I tried to escape. I wanted to run away, get away from the men as fast as I could. Yong-Jun would only watch me and pull up some of the men out for being to grabby. If you were pulled out, a bullet was place between your eyes without question.

That's when I woke up, to the unflattering noises of someone snoring. I looked down beside me to see a man with silver hair laying asleep beside me, he wore leather as did the rest of them. His snores were short and abrupt which I thought was both cute and annoying.

'I'm fairly certain this is Yoongi..' I thought to myself and gently sat myself up on my elbows. My lead accidentally made a clank against the mirrored glass panels and suddenly Yoongi was bolt upright. "Oh Jesus..." He said as he rubbed his temples, obviously trying to relieve himself from sitting up so quickly.

"S-Sorry for startling you. I didn't mean it." I said as I moved myself to the corner as Yoongi looked back at me with a cold hard stare before his lips curved to a smirk. "You're funny. I was sent to pick you up and instead I fell asleep. You'll have to take account for that you know?" He said as he leant down to my linked chain and pulled it from the wall.

I frowned and stood with him holding my blanket closely to my body. "Can I ask where we are going?" I quizzed and watched as Yoongi moved toward the mirror panel that Jin had left through as walked out as well while holding my lead. "I was told to get you breakfast." He stated, without looking back at me at all.

I followed him without hesitation. I didn't want to create any trouble for myself with these strangers. I still don't know what's going to happen to me. The kitchen was- huge! It was very spacious and had a lot of cooking areas. The sink was spacious- and the cook top was even bigger.

"I'm no good at cooking. Can you make yourself something?" Yoongi suddenly asked as he dropped my lead and sat down at the bench across from me. I stood on the other side, barefoot, in the kitchen listening to him. "Well I can try." I said and turned to one of the pantry cupboards, as I opened one I did see some rice which was a good sign.

But I tried to avert my eyes from the knives stuck to the cupboard door. Obviously they were for cooking use, and if I used one I would surely be too tempted to try a jab at Yoongi and get away. As I turned back around with the panty door creaking shut behind me and my rice bad in hand I noticed that Yoongi had silently moved to my side of the bench.

He leaned against the counter with an eyebrow raised to me in question. "Why didn't you grab a knife? Or were you too oblivious to even notice?" He asked me and took a step toward me. I took a step away from him of course and glued my eyes to the floor. "It would be impractical to cook rice with a knife..." I whispered under my breath.

I felt Yoongi's slender fingers loop around my chin as he lifted my face up to him to meet his gaze while he spoke. "You know that's not what I am talking about. You figured that the chances of you killing me with a measly kitchen knife would be slim so you avoided the chance of that happening by just stepping away from temptation."

I was lost in his words because they were exactly right. Was this guy a psychic or was he just gifted in reading situations? I must've looked confused, because that seemed to satisfy Yoongi enough to back away from me with a smirk. "I thought so, there is no way you could've ever came from a place like Yong-Jun's without thinking about escape." 

I placed the bag of rice I had on the table and rested my hands around it as I looked to Yoongi with desperate eyes. "When you've been through the things that I have, you begin to have an understanding of what you need to do. But for me," I took a breath and grabbed a small pot, "escape will never be an option..."

As I poured some rice into the pot and poured some water into it, Yoongi stood with his arms crossed staring at a certain point in the floor's tiles as if he were suddenly interested in it. "Perhaps your right, or perhaps your too scared to try anything?" I placed the pot down on the cool top and placed the lid down on it as I turned on the gas and it lit up in a soft blue ring of fire.

"You could be right." I whispered and then turned back to face him while fiddling with my fingertips- unable to keep still for even a moment. "Who are you people?" I asked Yoongi, noticing the sudden change in his body language. "Does it matter? Why does it matter to you? Why do you need to know huh?"

I placed my hands up in defence and stepped back, "I'm sorry, please forgive me Yoongi..." I whispered and heard a scoff from Yoongi as he resumed his position against the kitchen bench. "Whatever..." He mumbled, as if his weak side has been exposed by the use of his own name.

- Time Skip -

Once the rice was cooked I plated it up and finished it off rather quickly. This time it was drug free, which left me at ease. By the time I had washed everything up and all the cooking utensils were back in their place, it was the start of the afternoon, the clock on the wall read 12:35pm.

"Now come on," Yoongi said as he grabbed my lead after I finished my small meal, "I've got places to be you know!" And I followed him once more out of the room, happy that I had managed to survive through breakfast.

((I wonder who will be next? And will (Y/N) ever think of a way to escape? Guess we will have to find out!

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