"Kitty." He looked into my eyes, taking the cool pack off my neck. "Let's take a bath." He smiled.
Though the idea of possibly bathing with Yoongi wasn't pleasant, I knew that if I didn't bathe soon, I'd probably get sick. I felt gross, anyways.
Begrudgingly, I stood up, shadowing Yoongi. He made his way through a few different rooms, before stepping into one full of papers and a music stand. There seemed to be some kind of set-up at his desk for producing music. I guess I could see that.
Yoongi curves to the right of the room, leading us to one with tiled flooring. It was practically spotless and the floor seemed to sparkle. "Wow." I gaped.
"The last time I saw a bathroom this clean I was in one of my mom's new buildings." I stated in awe.
He smiled at me, walking to the bathroom door and closing it, then turning the lock. I looked at him nervously. I couldn't escape now, could I?
I sighed, looking his way as he waltzed across the room to me once more. "Put your hands out." He requested. I nodded putting my tied up hands in front of me. He reached up, undoing the knots and ties in the rope. I sighed in relief at the relief my wrists felt after such continuous loss of circulation. I rubbed at them to see if I could get the blood flowing, seething in slight pain.
Yoongi smiled at me. "I'm only doing this because you can't bathe comfortably when you're tied up." He took the rope, setting it on the counter. I would've ran, I really would've but Yoongi was closer to the door and
I knew I probably wouldn't have time to unlock it, open it, and then bolt.
I stared at him as he moved to stand right in front of me again. He examined my pitiful form, reaching out to grab at a lock of my blonde hair. "Even like this, you're beautiful Minkyon." He complimented me which almost made a blush rise to my cheeks.
I would've blushed had it not been for the constant reminder that I were like this because of him.
His hand lowered from my hair, running down to the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it off of me before I could protest. I covered myself quickly, looking at him completely flustered.
"Don't." I squeaked. "Can't I bathe on my own?"
Yoongi shook his head, unbuttoning my jeans and beginning to slide them down my thighs. "You're hurt kitty, don't resist someone so willing to help." He smirked, looking at me as if it were a challenge. He knows he'd win.
I growled in frustration, allowing him to undress me. I tried to make my mind wander like I so often did during class, but it didn't help.
"You're so flustered and you aren't even completely undressed." Yoongi purred into my ear, making me shiver. Out of fear perhaps? Or something else unknown.
He moved my hair out of the way, his hand clasping at the clips that held my bra together, undoing them with precision. I could feel the heat truly seeping into my cheeks now, especially with how he was staring.
Before moving my hair back, he kissed one of the bruises on my neck lightly and I flinched.
"Look at my precious kitten, so timid, so elegant, so obedient." He murmured against my throat before pulling away.
"I love you." He whispered into my ear and I froze.
He stood there as if he was expecting me to reply, but I said nothing and definitely wouldn't be reciprocating his statement.
His eye twitched and I could feel the demeanor in the air shift, making me shiver at the sudden loss of heat.
"I love you." He said again, looking at me with an impatient glare.
The smile that was on his face only mere seconds ago felt long gone and all I could do was stare and pray silently that I'd live through this day.
Before I knew it, I was pushed up against the wall closest to the door. Perhaps I could escape, maybe if I just...
I begin to reach for the door knob, my fingers pinching the lock between them before twisting the door unlocked, I was about to duck under Yoongi and turn the door knob when he yanked my arm back to him.
He looked at me dead in the eyes, pinning me against the wall with little to no space between us.
"Say it. Say you love me." He growled, his hand grasping my thigh painfully.
"I can't." I growled. I was so terrified, why did I have to be here? What did I do to deserve this?
"Say it." He rose a hand to my cheek as a threat.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"I love you, Yoongi." I said, sobbing.
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Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)
Fanfiction"Say it. Say you love me." He growled, his hand grasping my thigh painfully. "I can't." I growled. I was so terrified, why did I have to be here? What did I do to deserve this? "Say it." He rose a hand to my cheek as a threat. I swallowed the lump...
