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

••• 사십 ~ hell •••

YOU POV

"How many? 3000? 3500?"

Rustling sounds.

"4840 exactly. We lucked out man. If it had been any less, boss woulda slit our throats."

BUMP

"Well we broke even."

"Mm, right."

Man silence.

"Give me a lighter."

More rustling.

The flicking of a switch, searing of flame.

"Seriously BamBam? You're buying cheap shit now?"

"Yah, I wanted to try it!"

"You're more clueless than I thought."

"I could say the same for you."

BUMP

"Yah, drive slower."

"I'm try--"

BUMP

"For fuck's sake..."

BUMP

BUMP

Your head rattled like a plastic can with the last jerk, making you finally force your eyelids open, heavy as rocks, to see what the hell was causing such an annoying sensation. What greeted you, however, was enough to make you forget every trivial thing in your head.

You were in the backseat of a dark vehicle with two men.

"There, I can see the port over on the left. Do you need to piss before we set off?"

"Nah, let's just get this over with."

Your body tensed at their words.

Get what over with?

Was it...were you perhaps...

Oh fuck.

Fuck, you were going to die.

You had been so preoccupied with getting away from Yoongi, you hadn't even considered what other people might be out there. Why hadn't you stayed in the lobby? Why had you gone off with some strange man, just because he spoke Korean, only to have him drug and decide to murder you? You had been so afraid Yoongi would find you if you stayed visible, but maybe...

Maybe there was a small chance you would still be safe if you had.

Nausea descending over you, you kept your eyes lowered, scanning the backseat quickly. It was as clean as a model car, the seats still clinging to their luxury leather scent, the floors devoid of any object save a crumpled plastic water bottle, half empty.

Your body started to shake.

"Jah, here we go," a voice mumbled, and you recognized it as BamBam's. You could just see his elbow from the driver's seat, moving as he turned the car and the tires immediately began to run on planks instead of asphalt.

"Park here," the second man said. The car halted a second later and your nausea doubled.

You were running out of time.

"Yah, BamBam, Mark," a voice called through the night, coming from outside the car. You ducked your head, watching as the front window rolled down and BamBam leaned out to greet not one but three dark figures on the other side of the car.