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"Y-yoongi?" 


My blood in my veins turned icy cold as he's glare burned through my small soul.


"What? Where you expecting someone else?" He scoffs and he runs his fingers through his hair and you stay silent.


"Tch you probably were...  let me guess you were waiting for Namjoon?  The brain sexy guy who can swoon anyone over with such a smart brain and IQ?...." he crosses his arms and he takes a step closer to you.


" or maybe it's Tae, did his boxed smile and childish attitude that struck you in your heart?..." his voice gets a bit lower as he takes another step closer to you.


"No? Not him? Then maybe you did actually fall for jimin, is it just because he owns this body, is it because he's rich and he has a gigantic company that runs half of Korea?.... ANSWER ME! IS IT BECAUSE OF THAT?!" His voice deepens as he growls and slams his forearm over your head trapping you under him. Your back is pressed on the wall as your thoughts disappear from your mind as you stay quiet but you manage to muster a bit of courage.


"N-no..."  you say softly.


" liar...." he whispers as he looks down at you, you can feel his anger bottling up inside of him as those words ring through your ears yet again.


'Run'


"No..." you manage to say without stuttering.


" stop lying!" He hisses as he lifts his other hand up ready to strike you, but he stops.


"S-suga... I'm sorry" you say sincerely.


"Suga?... what happened to calling me yoongi? Is it that I'm not good enough for you to call me that?" He growls and scoffs in a low tone as his face is only inches away from yours

"Do you need me to remind you every single day? " he growls and you stand there confused 


"Remind me of what?" You say confidently.


"Or maybe I should establish so everyone knows" he keeps glaring at you, your confusion grows by the second.



"Hm? Better yet Maybe I should make it visible on you" His face gets closer.




"That doesn't make sen-" he cuts you off by lowering his face down to your ear, his warm and soft breath tickle your ear as your face turns a light pink.


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