Run In

Part 3

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 4,383

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"Do me a favor and get rid of her." Yoongi ordered the man.

He turned his attention back to the monitor to watch the interaction. He watched the man approached you trying to guide you to the door. A couple seconds later you were shaking your head. Your mouth was moving so fast that it was hard for Yoongi to read your lips. You yanked your arm away in anger. Since the club was empty and quiet, all three men heard you scream that you weren't leaving until you spoke to Yoongi. Hoseok could feel the heat radiating off of him but before he could say anything, Yoongi stormed away. Both of them already knew where he was headed and followed behind. Yoongi didn't have patience to wait for the elevator so he took the stairs down to the club level. Each step he took carried his anger. Who the hell did you think you were coming on his property demanding shit! The thought made his blood boil. He was definitely going to put an end to it right now. His staff member's minds must be running wild, not that he gave a shit anyway.

Yoongi burst through the door gathering everyone's attention. The room became silent with the exception of a few whispers. You look at him before looking away nervously. He narrowed his eyes at your now timid appearance. He knew it was all a front.

"Here I am," Yoongi replied smartly. "What do you want?" His voice deepened and you automatically knew he was pissed. Your pussy dripped with excitement. It wasn't your intentions to make him mad, you just wanted to speak with him and maybe persuade him into fucking you. But when the guard came back stating that Yoongi wasn't expecting any visitors, you let the frustration from your pussy speak for you and you regretted it. The moment you screamed out, the look on everyone's face already knew your fate. When you saw Yoongi, it was as if all his hate channeled into your direction. And to top it off, he wasn't alone either. You recognized both men from the last time you were there. You swallowed hard trying to think of what to say.

"C-Can we speak in... in private?" You asked, feeling uneasy.

"No, no, no, no... You wanted to talk, letting the entire damn club know that you're here to see me so you better fucking talk." You stared at him, trying to get the words out but they just wouldn't come.

"I SAID TALK DAMMIT!!!" He yelled, causing you to jump. You surveyed the place and everyone's eyes were on you. The guy with the pink hair, standing next to Yoongi was actually smirking at what was going on.

"I-I-I..."

"Just fucking say it. Tell everyone that you're here to choke and swallow on my dick like you did last time." Yoongi stated proudly. Your eyebrows shot up and your mouth dropped open. How dare he?! How dare he just belittle you like this in front of his people! You stared into his eyes, somewhat challenging his authority. Your own hurt and anger becoming visible. "I won't say it again." His voice darkened.

You lowered your head in shame as you spoke. "I'm here to choke on your dick."

Yoongi turned to his friend. "Hoseok? Did you hear what she said?"

"Nope, couldn't hear a thing." He teased. Yoongi then turned to Namjoon.

"Namjoon, what about you? Could you understand what she just said?"

"Not a single word."

"Come on, louder! So the ones in the back can hear you!" Yoongi boasted. "... Now."

You felt the tears weld up but you tried to push them back not wanting them to see you breakdown. This was going far beyond just getting your rocks off. He was using you as his punching bag for his and other's enjoyment. You were no longer horny and in the mood for sex. In fact, you wanted to go home and cry your eyes out.