Run In

Part 2

Genre: Angst with slight smut

Word Count: 3,420

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter. This chapter is the shortest of the bunch so forgive me. Enjoy!

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"Excuse me?" You questioned dumbfounded.

You hadn't even been lying there thirty seconds before he was kicking you out. Not only that, your pussy was sore and you weren't sure you could even walk at that moment. You leaned up on your elbows to stare at him. Yoongi already had his clothes back on. His pants, shirt, and blazer but he left his shirt unbuttoned, allowing you a full view of his chest and abdomen.

"Excuse you," he repeated right back to you. "Get... The... Fuck... Out. Do you understand now?"

Yoongi reached over into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a small wooden box. You watched him take out a cigar, cut the end, put it to his lips and light it. Slowly, rotating the stick of tobacco until he was satisfied. He took a big hit, letting the aroma cloud his senses and leaned his head back to exhaled, releasing a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth. You hated to admit it but Yoongi looked ridiculously attractive at that moment. You could feel yourself getting aroused all over again. He lowered his head, glancing in your direction before he walked over to the large 'floor to ceiling' window. He stared down at the crowd of people partying, dancing or drinking their time away without a care in the world. His mind absent as he mechanically puffed on his cigar. You were in your own thoughts as well, unknowingly watching his every move.

"You know, I've allowed you to test my patience more than any other person I've met," Yoongi's voice suddenly spoke but he was still facing away from you. "I don't know if you're just stupid or a needy bitch in heat but I'm gonna give you one last chance to get the fuck out before I change my mind and kill you."

You immediately jumped off the desk, stumbling in your heels. You felt the pain between your legs but chose to ignore it. You also felt air on your bouncing breasts remembering that he ripped the front your dress. You didn't bring a jacket and without any other form of cloth to cover yourself, you were left exposed.

"You tore my dress. How do you expect me to leave this room with my tits on display for everyone to see?" You asked. You didn't want to argue but this was somewhat his fault.

"That's your fucking problem." He responded carelessly, dropping the cigar on the plastic covered floor burning it out with the bottom of his shoes.

"But I-"

You didn't get a chance to finish talking because the moment you started, Yoongi stormed over to you. By the dark look in his eyes, he was more than just angry. Your heart dropped, scared for what was in store. Yoongi picked up the gun out the chair, firing once. The bullet flew past you hitting the wall but the loud pop of the weapon that made your body jump in fear. He grabbed your throat with one hand, tightening his grip making you gasp for air. Both of your hands held on to his wrist trying to pull it away. Yoongi place the gun hard against your cheek that you could felt heat from when it was just fired. You were easily reduced to tears trying to apologize.

"I... s-s-sorry..." you choked out. When you saw him smirk, you really feared your life. It was as if he got off to how scared and timid you were. But just as quick as his smile came, it replaced with an emotion that was downright evil.

"I'm tired of hearing those words from that cocksucking mouth of yours. If you truly meant it, you wouldn't continue to disrespect me."

You could hear his index finger squeezing on the trigger and closed your eyes waiting for it to end.