How Far?

Chapter 1

(Warning, graphic voilence and attempted assault is in this chapter)

Yoongi's pov: Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel as you drive home, a small smile comes across your lips at the thought of walking through the front door. You'd be home early, a nice surprise for your wife. Glancing at the time, it was dark and getting late, she was probably still up with the baby. Leaving them for a few days to handle work was rough but you had no choice, thankfully there were no hiccups and now you can return home to your wife and child. 

Your pov: Sighing to yourself, you missed Yoongi but he wasn't supposed to be home for two more days. The baby was upstairs asleep as you were in the kitchen washing the milk bottle. Hearing a noise, you pause but you don't hear the sleeping baby, the house quiet. 

Returning to your task so you can go to bed, an arm snaking around your waist and a hand clamps over your mouth, the noise of you struggling and the baby bottle clattering to the floor fills your ears. Being dragged into the living room, someone holds you against their body as your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

"The money.", a voice growls, "I want it." 

Your mind was racing, your only concern was getting to your son upstairs. When you don't respond the man grips you tighter, "Get me the money or I'll get rid of that little life upstairs.", he warns. 

Your breath hitches at the threat, the panic leaving your mind and you nod, there was money in the safe. At your nod his arms loosen, shoving you gently away, "I think you know better than to try anything."

Of course you knew better, your steps taking you to a painting on the wall that had a safe hidden behind it. You never understood why Yoongi insisted on having this money at home but now you were being robbed for it. 

Your hands shake as you press in the code, feeling the man watch you as the safe opens. You hear him suck in a breath, walking to you and holding open a bag, "You know what to do." Wordlessly, you put all of the money in the bag, only wanting to get upstairs to your baby. 

When you finish he zips it up, setting the bag on the floor as he continues to look down on you, your eyes focused on the floor. 

"Now.", he sighs, "I'm not done here yet.", he raises a hand to lower his mask.

Quickly snapping your eyes up to him, for a moment you were in shock at his resemblance to Park Jimin, your husband's coworker. "That's all the money! Everything else is in the bank.", you tell him in a panicked tone. He smirks, looking you over, "Your husband is a fool to leave his wife all alone, and you're a young mother who will do anything to keep her child safe."

He takes a step to you and you back up, shaking your head to keep quiet so you don't wake the baby. As his hands grab you a whimper comes from your lips, trying to pull away to run upstairs. He presses his body against you and you're trapped against the wall, one of his hands holding your face as he leans down, kissing you. 

Unable to push him away, you sink your teeth into his lower lip, hard. You taste blood and he howls, holding his mouth. "You little bitch!", he yells, grabbing your arm as you ran for the stairs.

Before you can blink he raises his hand, a yelp coming from you as you fall to the floor, your eyes and cheek stinging. Your heart stops, that little wail crying out for you as the fabric of your nightgown gets wet, milk coming out at the noise of your baby crying.

The man grabs your wrists and pins them with one hand, the weight of his body straddling you almost knocks the air from your body, "Please, just let me go to my baby!", you beg. The cries drown out your begging, his labored breaths and grunts as he pulls at your nightgown.

"My baby! Let me go to him!", you continue to sob.

Another slap stings your face and your ears ring, "Shut up!", he screams at you. Your lip had busted, "Let me go to my baby...", you beg despite the pain, the man growling as fabric rips. "My baby, my baby.", you repeat, the cries getting louder as your eyes close in defeat at what is about to happen.

Suddenly his weight is ripped from you, your eyes snapping open and you see two blurry forms. Yoongi? "Run! Upstairs, now!", your husband commands. He came home. Instinct kicks in and the man lunges for you but Yoongi keeps him away, your legs taking you upstairs.

Throwing open the nursery door, "It's okay, mommy's here.", you whisper shakily as you pick up the tiny crying form from the crib. "Shh, mommy's here.", you coo, holding your son to you as you sink to the floor, rocking him.

You could hear the noise of them fighting and things breaking downstairs, your child quieting as you hold him close while you cried silently.

One single shot sounds, the noise making you gasp as you hold the baby tighter, it felt like you couldn't breathe.

"Oh God, please no.", you whisper as you rock on the floor, "Not my Yoongi, please." As your prayers left your lips footsteps were coming up the stairs.

Thump, thump, thump...

You could hear their labored breathing, shutting your eyes tight, "Please, not my baby." Feeling a presence in the doorway, the noise of a gun clattering to the floor makes you flinch, "It's okay now.", a voice says.

Your eyes open, it was Yoongi, bruises forming on his face as he looked down at you sitting in the floor, scared, holding the baby to you. He looks sad, his dark eyes scanning to make sure that you and his son were okay. 

"It's okay now.", he repeats.