Why won't You Love me ((Suga Yandere 21+))) ft JHOPE

••• 삼십삼 ~ completely •••

YOU POV

It was a rat race to the GPS but Jimin managed to get his small fingers around it first.

"And what is this, kitty?"

Flipping it over, he examined the device like it was the map to Atlantis. "A pager? Or a tracker?"

But you weren't giving up without a fight.

"You little—" Leaping forward, you tackled the cop, sending him backwards and onto the floor with a hefty thump.

Who has the advantage now, huh?you thought, watching his sock-clad feet skid on the hardwood, giving you just enough time to pin his arm to the floor and pry the GPS out from his fingers.

"Hey! Not fair!"

You rolled away, going for the button again but Jimin grabbed your ankle and yanked back, making you collapse onto your knees. The GPS went flying again, this time skidding across the floor and hitting the screen door.

"No—"

But Jimin wasn't playing anymore. He crawled on top of you, using his weight this time to immobilize and wrap his fingers around your wrists.

"Stop"*pant*"hitting" *pant*"ME!" Jimin grunted, straddling your waist.

"THEN GIVE ME BACK THE GPS!"

"And let you escape? No way!"

You pommeled his chest again desperately. "What kind of cop are you, huh?"

"A GOOD one!"

"THEN SAVE ME!"

"And let Yoongi DIE?"

"He won't die—"

"You know nothing."

"I know that what he's doing us illegal! And now he wants to make me pregnant, did you know?"

Jimin froze.

"A-already?"

Your eyes met his, and you nodded, seeing something like shock in his eyes.

"Please, help me escape," you begged, still staring at him. "I'm s-scared, Jimin sunbae.I witnessed a murder, that's why he's keeping me here. Once he gets tired of my b-body, he'll kill me, just like Namjoon..."

And that name alone was enough to make the tears fall.

"W-wait no--no hush, don't cry," Jimin panicked, getting off you quickly and helping you back up to your feet. "Don't cry please, I didn't know those things, I thought...I thought..."

You wiped your tears away. "It's t-true. He did terrible things, to me, to my f-friend, and H-Harry..."

"The cat too?" a bewildered Jimin asked, guiding you over to Yoongi's desk chair. "Tell me, ok? What else did he do to you?"

"He..." You sat down, relief flooding your thudding heart as Jimin grabbed a fistful of Kleenexes, and brought them back to you. "He...he touched me and made me....he made me..."

"Made you what sweetheart?" Jimin crouched down so your faces were level. "Tell me what he did to you."

But those words brought a different memory to mind.

Tell me about the boy you like.

"You—"

The handcuff was around your wrist in seconds, attaching you to the armrest. Instinctively, you swung your momentum forward, but he cuffed your other wrist just as speedily, before reaching in his bag and extracting the longest rope you had ever seen.