Insane Without You | A BTS Suga fanfiction- COMPLETE✅

Twenty-eight

Y/N's POV
I took the train to Demti.
As I got off, I asked one of the people there about Mr.Samuel Wells.
"Ummm excuse me. Do you know where Mr.Samuel Wells lives by any chance?" I asked.
"Oh yes. He lives on Maritime road, house number 41. It's a big black mansion, you'll know it when you see it," she said.
I thanked her and took out google maps and saw that it was just a ten minute walk from the train station. Guess I'll just walk there.

I followed the map and started walking there. Approaching a sign which said "Maritime road" I took a deep breath.
House number 39,40,41... I mumbled to myself.
It sure was a huge black mansion.
A VERY HUGE BLACK MANSION.
I gulped. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I should just you know, TURN BACK!
But the question still ate at me. Why did Mr.Samuel Wells, some rich ass man take Yoongi out of the asylum, and how does this rich man have a relation with my dad?

The gate opened and a bulky man walked out.
"What do you need?" He asked harshly. Rude much?
"Ummm, I need to see Mr.Samuel Wells" I said.
Another guard came and the one guard I was talking to told the other guard what I was here for.
"Why do you need to see him?" The other guard asked, eyeing me up and down suspiciously.
"There's some important work. Confidential." I said.

The one guard sighed and nodded his head towards the other guard, who walked up to me and started patting my body.
"Hey, hey what are you-"
"-she doesn't have any weapons on her, she's good to go," one he said.
A man approached me and gestured me to follow him inside. I walked inside the large lawn with him, and then entered the huge marble and silver mansion.

"Take a seat miss, Mr.Wells will see you shortly" the man said as I took a seat on a large black leather chair.
I looked around. Paintings of war and bloodshed lined the walls. A large silver chandelier hung from the ceiling.
A minute later, I heard the clacking of heals against the floor. I looked down to see black polished shoes and my gaze met that of an old-perhaps 60 year old- man.
He smiled at me, sun crinkles forming on his temples.
"Henry, you may leave now" he said to the man who led me inside the house.
He bowed and left.
"So dear, what brings you here?" Mr.Wells said, sitting across from me, and lighting a cigar.
"I well want to know if you have-if you know Kim Jinjoon," I said.
He eyed me.
"Why?" He questioned.
"I- um, I have some work with him," I said.
"Work? Tell me your name," he said.
"My name's Lee Euntak" I said lying.
"Okay, Euntak. I'll tell you that Jinjoon and I drug deal. He does the dealing and brings me the money," he said.
Okay.
I looked at him, as if waiting for more.
"You want to know more?"
"Yes."
"Well, he came to me to tell me to release a man from an asylum, so he could get his daughter killed," he said.
Great.
"That's it, sir?" I asked.
"Well yes, that's about it-"
A man entered the room.
"Sir, he's gone overboard. REALLY OVERBOARD" he said panting.
"Excuse me for a second, I'll be right back," he said, getting up.
After a minute, there was a loud crash coming from upstairs and screaming.
I stood up to see what the hell was going on, until I heard loud footsteps and someone came crashing into me and we both fell down with a thud.
"Ughhh," I grunted.
I pushed the person off, something sharp had hit my arm and it had started bleeding.
"Y/n?"
I turned to see Yoongi...
He had a blade in his hand.
My eyes widened. OH HELL NAH! I AIN'T DYING TODAY BEACH!
I got up and tried running to the door.
"Y/n!" He screamed.
He grabbed my leg and I fell to the floor.
He hovered over me, trapping me while I squirmed helplessly.
"Yah,Yoongi let me go! Please!" I cried.
"No. No. No. Not now. Not never. I love you too much."
He hugged me tightly.
"Please Yoongi, please..." I cried, into his dirty coat.
I heard yelling.
"Hey! Yoongi, let Euntak go!" Mr.Samuels yelled.
"Euntak? Haha, so that's what you told them?" Yoongi said.
No no no no no no no, shit.
"Euntak? Isn't that your name?" Mr.Wells said, while two man pulled Yoongi off of me.
"No. Her name is Y/n, MY precious y/n!" Yoongi said.
"Y/n? Jinjoon's daughter? You're supposed to be dead. Guess I better finish part of my deal," Mr.Wells smirked, pulling out a gun.
Yoongi elbowed the two guards in the stomachs and kicked Mr.Wells where the sun don't shine.
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out.
Before any of the guards could catch us, we were out and running from our lives.
He stopped in this deserted area.
We both started panting loudly.
Suddenly, his gaze met mine, we kinda stared at each other. Those dark brown eyes I once used to love held something evil and ambitious inside.
"Finally. I knew one day we'd be together," he smiled maniacally.
"No, we're not together, you crazy bastard!" I yelled.
He took a step closer while I took one back.
This continued to happen until my back hit a wall, and he trapped me by placing both arms at the sides of my head.
"Looks like you have nowhere to go" he smirked.
"..."
I harshly pushed him off and started walking to god knows where.
I felt someone wrapping their arms around me.
"Let go," I grumbled.
"At least let me explain," he begged.
"No."
"Please," I could feel his wet tears on my shoulder.
I turned around to face him until or faces were only a few centimeters apart. Backing off  a little, I sighed.
"Go, and make it fast," he looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I-I was stupid to think that by testing you, I could make you jealous and make you see just how much you need me. I guess I became selfish and didn't realize what I was doing, some monster inside me told me to keep on going, and I did. I watched you get hurt, only did the effects of it come after you left. I grew depressed, thinking it was all my fault, which I'm sure it was, until I found out what your father did from that bastard Kai. We got into a fight, and I-I killed him...I didn't mean to, I just blindly kept on hitting him out of rage. My point was to hurt him NOT to kill him. I was taken to the asylum afterwards where I escaped twice and killed 20 people, then I killed 11 nurses and janitors in the asylum. Yes. I'm crazy, but now that you're here, I won't kill anyone, I regret all those lives I've taken, all those except for Kai's... I'm sorry Y/n, I really am, I-I've loved you and still do since the first day we met. I knew you were special, I wanted to be there for you, but I couldn't...now I am.please give me another chance, please..."
he was crying hysterically by now.
All those words seemed sincere, but I've been deceived so many times before that I just didn't know what to do. Should I trust him, or no?
He just stood there and cried. Nonstop tears flowing out of his eyes.
I noticed scratches and bruises and cuts on his body. Everywhere.
I pulled him into an embrace and held him there tightly.
We just stood there in a large hug and cried.
After a while, I called a cab, and we went to a small motel with one room and two beds.
I took my shoes off and plopped down onto the mattress.
I looked across at Yoongi, he was talking to himself. Arguing with this other man inside him.
What has he done to himself? What have I done to him?
"Yoongi" I said softly.
He looked at me and my eyes widened. How the hell did I not notice!?
A blade lay in his hand.
"Yoongi, what are you gonna do with that blade?" I said.
He put it away.
"Nothing" he said.
I picked the blade up to throw it out the window while Yoongi was in the bathroom.
As I walked, I stubbed my toe on the side table, and fell, causing the blade to cut very deeply at my arm, which continued to let a waterfall of blood flow endlessly form it.
"Shit!" I winced and clenched my jaw in pain.
"Y/n what- shit!" It was his voice.
The last thing I remember is someone's hands wrapping around my body and lifting me off of the floor, before everything around me went black.