You slapped his hand off your cheek, so hard it flashed red.
"I told you not to touch me!"
"Your mother was right when she said you had an attitude problem," Hoseok spat, rubbing his wrist. "I'm going to enjoy fucking your feisty little cunt raw."
You grabbed your bag and stood up. "You disgust me. You and your threats are just the wake up call my dad needed!" You were about to walk past but he grabbed your wrist.
"And where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asked, making a sign to the backroom. Three suited men rushed over, surrounding the table.
"My fiance's not hungry," Hoseok drawled, shoving you away. "Take her up to my suite and have the ladies give her something...tasty to wear."
No, no no no....
"This way Miss," one man held his hand out as another hoisted you up.
"Get--off me--" you struggled, your heart leaping out of your chest with anxiety. You couldn't do it, couldn't be humiliated again by him like this....
You would rather die.
"Ahhmmmm, excuse me," a mild voice interrupted suddenly. You didn't have to look to know who it was--the whispers were enough.
"And how can I help you?" Hoseok immediately stood, his voice turned professional and light.
"Well, you can unhand that girl first," Jungkook replied, stepping closer to him. You smiled in satisfaction at the slight height difference.
"Oh, you mean my fiance?" Hoseok chuckled, barely breaking a sweat. "She's just feeling a bit drunk so I'm having the men escort her back."
Jungkook glanced at you and then swerved his eyes downwards, letting out a tiny laugh.
"Funny you say that." His gaze moved back to Hoseok and he smirked. "Since y/n's my girlfriend."
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YOONGI POV
I looked around the tiny but clean kitchen, imagining my sweet kitty filling up a cup of water or working on something at the table, legs crossed and a pencil between her teeth.
