His Toy

Chapter 5

My eyes flutter open, and I look in front of me. My beautiful Yoongi. The world knows him as Suga or Min Suga, but I know him as the caring, sweet, protective asshole he is. He's so handsome. I look at his sharp jawline, his heart shaped face, the narrow button nose, the soft and thin yet kissable lips, his natural black hair that falls slightly across his face, and his long lean but toned body. His shirt was off so he must've taken it off sometime last night when he was hot or something. He always says he has no abs, but he does. He very much does. I focus on how his lovely chest is moving up and down with his breaths. I love him. Wait what. I mean, of course I love him, but do I love him like that? Yes. But do I love him more than Taehyung or Jimin? Maybe. I feel like he said something to me last night, but I just can't remember. Argh, it's bothering me now. I try to forget it and focus on his chest and face again.
"Stop staring at me," says a Yoongi who's eyes are still closed.
"I wasn't staring," I say defensively, sitting up.
"You totally were," he says stretching then getting out of bed. He slides his shoes on, puts his shirt back on, and throws his jacket on.
"Whatever. Where are you going?" I ask.
"Just for a drive," he says avoiding eye contact.
"Yoongi," I say getting up and walking to him, sliding my arms around his waist, vaguely wondering if this is the last time I'll see him.
"I swear I'll be careful. I swear on my life," he says putting his arms around me to match out the hug.
"Swear on my life," I say, knowing he values it more than his own.
"Shit. Okay, I swear on your life that I'll be careful," he answers upset that I foiled his plans.
"Okay Oppa," I say, unhooking my arms.
"Don't go yet. Come back here," he mumbles.
"Alright," I laugh. He hugs me tight, almost picking me up.
"Oh why why why," he says into my hair.
He kisses my head, and lets me go. We walk out to the living room and he opens the front door and steps out.
"Wait!" I say.
"Yeah?" he says turning halfway around.
"How did you know I was at the dance studio the other day?" I ask curiously.
"After," he begins, and takes a breath, "after we had sex and you fell asleep, your phone went off and I thought I'd check it. It was a text from Taehyung saying 'Alright Luca, I can't wait to see you at the studio tomorrow! Thanks for helping me! That's why you're my favorite' with a winky face and several hearts. I know how Taehyung can get sometimes so after I realized you'd already left, I went to go check on you because I called and texted you and you didn't answer. I just got worried and I'm glad I came in when I did," he says.
"Me too," I say.
"Luca, you know I'm always here for you, whatever you need, ever,   right?" he asks.
"Yes, I do. Thank you," I say, my heart swelling
"Chill. Well, later," he says, suddenly becoming nonchalant.
"Bye Oppa," I say.
He gets in the car and drives off. I have no clue where he's going, but I trust him. Now, at least. Ugh. What do I want to do today. I want to see my Sunshine. I don't bother texting Hobi, I just get in the car and drive over. I park my car in the lot of their complex, and get out. I walk in, take the elevator, and walk down the massive hallway that leads to their suite. I get there and it's really quiet for the boys. I knock, and no one answers. I just open the door and walk in. I look around, and no one's here.
"Sunshine!" I yell. No answer.
"Jinnie! Joonie! Kookie Yoongi TaeTae!" I yell.
"No Jiminie or ChimChim for me?" I hear Jimin ask behind me.
"Jimin?" I ask and turn around,
"Where is everyone?"
"Everyone is out eating. I 'don't feel well'," he says, making air quotes.
"Why are you really here?" I ask, starting to become cautious.
"I knew you'd come. You never skip a day on hanging out with the hyungs. So I was gonna go out with them, but I thought you'd come and I wanted to see you," he says, showing some sadness.
"Jimin," I say, losing my guard and walking up to him, taking his hands in mine.
"I really do love you. I promise I do, but I don't know if we should be together," I say.
"Please," he begs, "you are the love of my life. I love you."
He kisses me, and it's soft. He really does love me, and I know that. But I just wonder if I love him back. He pulls away, and stares at me expectantly.
"Jimin, you're a great kisser. But I need more time," I say apologetically.
"Why?" he asks, starting to get upset.
"Because I love all of you Jimin, and it's just so hard to choose," I say.
"You say all of them like it's more than me and Taehyung. Is there?" he asks.
"Yes," I say hesitantly.
"Who?" he asks. I don't answer.
"Who!" he yells drawing his hands out of mine and slamming them on the counter next to us. I don't say because I'm not sure if Yoongi really is an option. No, I'm sure. I do love Yoongi. But does he love me back? Jimin sees my face, and it clicks for him.
"Ah, I see. Yoongi huh. Old grandpa getting to you? He doesn't love you! Neither does Taehyung! I am the only person who does! Why can't you see that?!" he screams.
"Jimin, calm down," I say worriedly, backing up slowly.
"No," he says angrily walking towards me.
"Look we can-"
"NO!" he yells interrupting me,  and slaps me across the face. He hits me so hard I fall on the floor, and the last thing I see before the darkness is stars.

SHIT BRO. THIS AIN'T EVEN IT EITHER FAM. MAKING CHAPTER 6 NOW!!