Listen, Little Kitten [COMPLETE]

Its official.

You sit there that evening looking dejected.
"Why do you have a face like a busted ass?" Taehyung asks as he sits next to you making you scoot away a little bit. You dithered on telling him or not, but now you live here, you may aswell get comfortable.

You relax a little and sink into the plush white sofa.
"I've been kidnapped by gangsters, had my phone smashed, had to publicly announce I'm a virgin, slept in the bed of a man id only met a few hours before, lied to my parents and now they think I've got some rebel boyfriend and to top it all off Yoongi stole my first kiss!" You take a deep breath, rant over.

Taehyung looks at you a little astonished and the reality hits him.
"What the fuck you and Yoongi kissed? When?!"
"To fool my parents that we were close."
"What a clever excuse.." Taehyung grumbles as he throws an arm around the back of the sofa resting it on your shoulder.

Yoongi walks in the throws a glare at Taehyung when he sees his arm around you, and you looking nervous.
"What's the matter boss. See something that's annoying you?" He asks with a smug look on his face.
"Nothing at all." He said striding off to find Namjoon.
"He doesn't like us touching his shiny new toy. Did you see that look on his face Yn? This is going to be interesting." Taehyung chuckled as he stood up.

"We're going out to dinner tonight, deals need to be made, you'll have to dress up Yn."
"I'm scared. I don't want to go."
"Don't fucking defy me. Go get ready." Taehyung flipped moods and grabbed your arm yanking you off the sofa and shoved you towards the door.

Your legs feel like jelly after Tae's mood swing and you stumble to Yoongi's room that contains your clothes. He's in there sat on the edge of the bed loading guns. You gently clear your throat, nervous at the guns in his hand he doesn't take his gaze off them.
"I didn't want to throw you in the deep end but...here we are." He shrugged. You guessed he was talking about the dinner you're meant to be going on.

"What do I need to wear?"
"Clothes?"
"What kind of clothes?"
"Smart."
"Like a dress?"
He snapped.
"FUCK WHAT IS THIS?! SHUT UP AND PUT A DAMN DRESS ON!" You flinch as his temper and scurry to the suitcases on the floor trying to find something appropriate. You settle on a black off the shoulder body con dress that hugs your curves.

Yoongi flops backwards on the bed and stares at the ceiling.
"um aren't you going to leave so I can get dressed? Please..." you add the last part as an after thought. The flashback of Yoongi's slap across the cheek ever present in your mind. Always try to be polite, less chance of being slapped that way.

"I'm not interested in your body virgin. Just get dressed." He muttered rolling onto his side and using his hands like a pillow he started to relax with his back to you.

Ouch, you didn't want him fawning over you but to say he wasn't interested at all was painful. You had a good body, did the fact you're a virgin make you that unattractive? At the speed of light you slip into the dress, you wanted a shower, you hadn't showered since yesterday morning but no one seemed to give you time to do it yet. It was top of your list for when you got home after this...mobster dinner thing.

"I'm done."
"Delicious. Let's go." He said not looking at you at all as he grabbed the guns he'd loaded and started to conceal them in his clothes before grabbing your arms and tugging you out to meet the others.

You glance at each boy individually as they all mentally undress you, Yoongi still blissfully unaware as he checks his phone, still holding your arm.
"Why am I the only one dressed up." It's more of a statement than a question but Hoseok clears his throat.

"Well, in the nicest way possible, to everyone there you're essentially just Yoongi's  and ours new whore so, you have to look like you're dressing up for him and us. It's important at meets that you always look good. It's like..owning a nice car. You're making a statement for us by dressing up. Get it?"
"So wait...these other mobsters are going to think you're all fucking me and I'm hanging around for the thrill of it?"
"Pretty much-"
"Jesus Christ. I'm scared." Yoongi finally lets go of your arm and puts his phone away. He glances at you.

"You look...presentable." He mutters and Jimin laughs.
"Fuckable you mean Yoongi."
"SHUT IT JIMIN!" He shouted silencing the room.
"Be serious. Yn, Kitten, whatever I say you do. Don't defy me or embarrass me. Understood?"
"Yes sir.." You mutter as he grabs your chin.
"What?"
"Yes! Okay! I'm frightened please let me go. I'll do whatever you ask!" You plead. It's been nearly twenty four hours and although they haven't killed you yet they still terrify you.

Yoongi places a quick kiss on your lips.
"Such a good girl. Let's go." He calls to the others and they head for the cars, you're confused and scared. Why kiss you? You're not his girlfriend and by Jesus you don't want to be. You want to go back home. You don't want to have to be in the presence of murderers and law breakers for dinner .