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Dreams

I awoke a bright lit room, and noticed I was sat on the same couch as before, instead this time, I had a blanket wrapped around me and my head was lying on a pillow. I shot up into a sitting position as my eyes darted around the room in panic.

To my relief, I was still in the office and there were no photos of me anywhere, like I'd seemed to have dreamt. A sigh of relief left my lips, and I felt like I could relax, until I heard the sound of a cup being placed down on a wooden surface that made me jump out of my skin and tense up.

My head snapped in the direction of the sound, and my gaze was met with him. The nightmare man in my dream was just slouched back in his chair, smirking at me with gleeful eyes and a glow to his face; out of everything I was expecting him to say, I did not anticipate the words that left his lips next.

"Do you usually snore that loud in your sleep?" He said in a rude, joking tone.

My face heated up in embarrassment. I had snored my ass off in front of Min Yoongi? I was actually idiot!

"I-I, y-you s-see....umm....it's a...umm...a condit-" I stuttered, trying to explain myself, only to be cut off.

"In other words, you are scared to admit that you snore louder than a pig? Well, it was cute, kitten." The last word was matched with a smirk that tugged at the side of his lips.

Kitten? This guy really had a lot of nicknames for me. I realised my cheeks were growing hotter, and all this time, I was becoming the same colour as a tomato. I quickly put my head down to avoid being caught, with hopes that he hadn't notice my flushed state. I thought I could play it out like I was unwell, until a soft hand reached under my chin, forcing me to look up.

My eyes met with Yoongi crouched on the floor next to the couch, staring into my eyes. A gasp left me as his hands travelled down to my neck, and he squeezed rather harshly, grip growing stronger. I felt all the precious air leave me body, and I began to claw at him for release. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and fell as I continued the struggle for oxygen. My lungs began burning and my eyesight began to get blurry. The next thing I knew, he was above me, knees and thighs trapping me as they were placed between either side of my hips.

After what seemed like hours, he let go of my neck, and I gasped for air greedily, only to be met with his lips on mine, this man, once again, killing my means of receiving air. I was too focused on not dying than Yoongi's tongue exploring my mouth. His hands traveled up to my wrists to hold me in place; he gripped them so hard that the skin turned an angry red, a symbol of my pain.

He pulled away from my lips, allowing me to breathe. The composer opened his mouth to say something to me, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. A scowl cursed Yoongi's handsome face, and an annoyed look darkened his eyes. He slowly got off of me, allowing me to slowly regain my senses and capability to breathe normally.

A tut left Yoongis mouth and he spoke in a bored tone.

"Come in." He granted.

The door handles twisted and in came a man with a grey business suit. He had wrinkled skin and grey hair as a sign of his age. He walked rather confidently with cane and came to sit on the couch when he saw me. A laugh left him as he looked at Yoongi and smiled.

"Another whore I see. She's a pretty one, too." My face flustered up. How dare he call me a whore! I was so embarrassed and appalled by the disrespect, but the dangerous look in Yoongi's eyes kept my jaw shut.

"Actually she isn't a whore, John, she is my girlfriend," Yoongi spat at him, sending daggers with his glare. His fist was tightly clenched, stark white form the grip on themselves, and he looked like he was a possessed demon ready to take his hellish form.

John laughed again, clearly unfazed by the cruelty in Yoongi's eyes.

"Won't be lasting for long," he said, "since you are going to marry my granddaughter," he spoke with a smirk, to which Yoongi shivered in disgust.

"As if." The composer retorted.

I cleared my throat to cut the tention between the two glaring males.

"I think I'll take my leave now." I said, hoping to escape the situation swiftly as I got up of the couch and held my head down low as a sign of my discomfort and lack of desire for anymore talk. however, I didn't leave before checking, once again, that there were no photos of me.

When I got out of the room, a feel breathe left me, one that I didn't know I was holding in.

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LATER THAT NIGHT
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I got home and walked through the door. As soon as I did, I was pushed over, rather aggressively. I looked up to see who has been so rude, when I heard snuffling. I looked down and saw Layla. Her hands around me was whilst she just kept crying and crying. My immediate instincts took control, and I stroked her back in comfort, asking her what was wrong as I did so.

After a few gentle hugs, I was able to peel her from my body, and made her sit on the couch; she continued sobbing.

"Do you want tea?" I asked.

She nodded her head in response, so I hastily went to kitchen, making the desired drink as quickly as I could, my mind rushing with possibilities as to why she was acting in such a way. I brought the mug back to her, letting the girl hold it herself before crouching down in front of her.

"So, do you want to talk about it then?"

"My Dad." she paused, taking a sip of the tea and sniffling, her eyes still puffy and red. "He's finally getting out of prison."

I was beyond confused. Layla had never really talked about her father,
and I always wondered why, but never pushed her about it to answer.
I guess today I was finally getting my answers.

"Oh, why was he there?"

I knew it could end in a bad way, but I was really curious, and my lips moved before my mind could think.

"He k-killed my m-m-mum"

"..."

I didn't know what to say. Layla had never talked about how her mum died, and I guess I now know why.

I hugged her and she continued crying. I sat by her and comforted her all night, until she passed out asleep on the couch.

I picked her up and carried her to her bed, careful not to wake her up. I tucked her into bed and quietly left the room.

I washed up the cup of tea and my mind began wondering to Cherry and Yuna. Where were they? I wondered if I should leave the door open for them to let themselves in ,but decided they both have keys themselves. Turning off the lights in the room, I went to bed, hoping to gain some sort of peace from this crazy day.

I woke up to a rustling noise. Still half-asleep, I turned my dazed, tired body to the side to see the time. 2:07. I mentally groaned. It must be Cherry and Yuna, I thought.
Deciding nothing much of it, I turned around and went back to sleep, but something wouldn't let me fall asleep. It was a gut feeling telling me to check. I crawled out of bed and walked to the door. My heart started pounding, even though I knew it was just Cherry and Yuna. Right?

I opened the door to reveal a shadow in the living room. The shadow was well built and focused on looking for something to notice me.

Oh no! We were in the middle of a robbery. I turned around trying to tiptoe back to my room to call the police when something, or someone grabbed my hair roughly and yanked me back. Then....

AUTHORS NOTE
sorry it's been a while. I've had exams once again and now it's coming up for summer I can write again. I failed my exams really badly and am still trying to think of an excuse because I don't want BTS to be banned from me.

Please leave me excuses to tell my mum.

Thank you for reading. I'll update as soon as possible

~ Pinkcakies