Why won't You Love me ((Suga Yandere 21+))) ft JHOPE

• 사 ~ not a lie •

Exposed.

Naked.

Vulnerable.

You took a shaky step towards the shower curtain, your other hand clenched ready to attack as the beads of water ran down your arm, already trying to escape.

Slowly, you put your eye up to the crack in the curtain and

See no one.

Taking a deep breath, you found the towel with your eyes.

Go, y/n!

Your feet stayed frozen.

Go, NOW!

Grabbing it, you wrapped the towel around your body and snatched the new clothes before booking it to the exit without turning off the shower. You focused on nothing else but that doorway, the only sound in your ears the squeak of your feet against the tiles as you pumped your legs faster, finally grabbing the doorknob. Throwing it open, you went skidding on the sleek surface of hardwood, tripping over your feet and crashing smack into a body right outside the shower room.

"Oof--"

Immediately, your head knocked against their chest, wet hair slapping a mark onto their silk white shirt. The person immediately jerked back, throwing you off like he was swatting a fly.

"Aish, you stupid bi--"

He broke off as you rose your head, your face a steaming hot mess.
Keeping your eyes low, you caught a cold face, pale as milk, with two almond eyes widened in surprise. His black hair was slightly curly and grown almost to his shoulders, and it clung to his eyelashes in a boyish way yet the face itself was somehow also manly and stern, lending a cold, impenetrable maturity.

"S-s-sorry," you had time to blurt before scrambling to your feet and booking it down the hall behind him.

This is why Namjoon doesn't like you, you thought as you reached the emergency exit without a hitch. You're a fuckin idiot and a walking disaster.

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"Y/n! How's my pretty girl?" Dad called as soon as you walked through the door. He was at the table again, doing his accounting, but you knew in reality it was just him trying to find mistakes in the bill calculations.

"I'm ok." You removed your shoes and went to get a glass of water, thankful mom wasn't home or she'd notice your different clothes.

"Do you want something to eat? Your mom made banana bread."

"Really?" You walk over to the counter where it sat, still warm from the oven.

"Just for you, my dear. Need a knife?"

Namjoon hates fat girls y/n.

"Yeah, sure."

And he can go suck a dick.

"Are you excited for school tomorrow?" Dad asked as you joined him at the table and started eating. The bread had never tasted so good before.

"What's there to be excited about?" you replied.

"Well, new classes, new teachers...and it's your senior year!"

"Every year is the same to me."

"Aw, come on. It'll be fun! Do you know your schedule yet? Any classes with Namjoon?"

Your teeth seem to stop working.

"Don't know."

"Do you talk to him lately?"

"Sort of." You swallowed a piece of bread. "Not really."

Dad smiled. "That's good."

When you didn't respond, he kept talking.

"Actually, your mom and I were worried that you might be starting to like him."

Your ears started to get hot.

"Not that that's a bad thing, but..." Suddenly, your dad put his papers down. "The thing is, y/n, your mom and I were thinking that we'd introduce you to someone nice. A friend of a friend, actually, owner of the largest resort casinos in the country. He's planning a new luxury hotel, did you know? It's right by the mountains too, so he's looking for someone to--"

"Build it?"

Dad flushed bright red. "I mean, that's how we--"

You scraped your chair back.

"When are you going to give up on the company Dad?" you demanded, getting up angrily. "I know it's your life's work, but we're too far in debt! Nowadays, there are whole conglomerates and subsidiaries that people would RATHER contract! Any day now, the creditors will bang down this door and break our stuff like toys!"

His eyes narrowed. "Y/n, this company has been in our family for generations. If I tell you to meet this man to help the business, you OBEY."

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "BUT I'M STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL!"

He just glared. "So? Your mom got married when she was 21. Besides, you know him."

"Who?"

"Hoseok."

Your blood ran cold.

No, it couldn't be.

Anyone but him.

"I...I can't--"

Dad got up from the table. "You will meet Hoseok, you will make a good impression, and we'll seal that deal....regardless of whether he murdered your friend or not."

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No YOONGI POV this time but next chapter things will start to pick up!

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