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

••• 사십일 ~ charm •••

YOU POV

BamBam wasn't joking when he said you'd be meeting new friends. When the light of day finally graced your eyes after days in the hull eating just granola bars, you were in a completely different country and twenty other girls were waiting in the back of an old black van, the same depleted look in their eyes. They drove you through the humid, dusty streets of that place, strange buildings and people everywhere and not a lick of Korean until BamBam appeared at the door of a glass hotel in the heart of downtown.

"Come on sleepy head," he teased as you shuffled through, numb as glue. "Aren't you glad you're not in Bairiki anymore? It's a lot nicer here, not to mention the tips and m--"

"BAMBAM!"

Your kidnapper immediately froze, turning to look at the lean, blonde man who had just entered the backroom you were now in.

"Taeyong," BamBam greeted in Korean, looking a little nervous. "I didn't expect to see you here. But I met the quota, as requested."

The Korean glanced at you and the others briefly before looking back at BamBam. "Boss is arriving tonight. He's in a shitty mood so keep your loud ass quiet, understand?"

BamBam puffed his lip, clearly offended. "Shouldn't we order a lobster then?"

Taeyong shook his head. "The usual should do. Just get these girls suited up for Jung's arrival. The boss wants to pull a fast one."

The words sent alarm bells off in your head.

Jung's arrival?

Could Hoseok possibly be coming here?

But you didn't have time to think about that. BamBam's hand had shifted from the cheek on your face to the one on your butt, giving it a little squeeze. "Don't worry hyung. They'll be ready to go by sunset."

Taeyong nodded distractedly and left. Undisturbed again, BamBam pushed you forward. "Move along now cutie. The beautiful Steph's waiting for you."

Steph turned out to be a girl in her late twenties with heavy lipstick, a smoking habit, and the heaviest Macau accent you had ever heard. She went up and down the line of girls, examining each one from head to toe, sometimes speaking.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked as she stopped in front of you, tapping her cigarette out with a skinny pinky. You gulped, thoughts flashing back to Yoongi's quiet stare as he pulled down your underwear, tickled your clit with his long fingers till it ached.

"Yes," you mumbled.

Rolling her eyes, she stuck the cigarette back in her mouth and took a whiff.

"Go stand in the corner."

You had never obeyed so quickly in your life. The 'corner' soon became the spot for all the virgins in the quota. There were about seven in total and Steph had special instructions for you.

"You're a rare commodity in this business but also a drawback since most men prefer the experienced type," Steph explained, clearly disliking the former. "Lucky for you, this hotel gets a lotta business folk, old and classic. Until they ask for your untouched asses, you'll be doing chores around here. Bell rings, you do whatever the higher-ups say. You try to escape, you'll be lucky if we find you. No passport, ID, or family and you're toast out there, if the rapists and perverts don't get your first. Here, you'll get food, drugs, shelter, maybe even an allowance. And who knows? Sometimes the odds are in your favour." Crossing her arms, she jerked her head to the side door. "Get in there and wash your filthy selves up."

It was no Min Yoongi quality bath, but there was warm water, soap and even fried rice once you had finished. You ate like a pig and then tried to make conversation with the other captives.