She's Mine || BTS//ATEEZ

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"She's mine." the man hissed toward Taehyung.

"Kook, what do you want to do with her?" Namjoon asked the man. He approached Jimin reaching out his hand for you. You wanted Jimin to keep protecting you and to keep you safe, but he didn't.

His body became relaxed and he moved you around guiding your body to Jungkook. You grabbed Jimin's arm trying to pull yourself into him but it was too late. Jungkook already had a hand on your other arm.

Ice cold. It wasn't the same as Jimin's ice cold. It was colder and harsher. A small cry came from your mouth, and Jungkook's grip tightened. You felt Jimin's hand leaving your arm which made your heart shatter.

Jimin was the only one keeping you safe, and now he was gone. You were now as vulnerable as a mouse in a house of cats. 

At this point you were facing Jungkook, his feet right in front of yours. You couldn't bring yourself to look up. Your eyes glued to the floor. You couldn't stop shaking. You body slowly growing numb. Tears rolling down your face burning your skin. 

"Look at me." His voice pierced your ears like knives. You couldn't do it. You just wanted to run away and hide, but there was no use. They were just going to find you and kill you. You were going to die here.

"Look at me!" his voice boomed again causing you to flinch away. A violent shake jolted through your body as he shook you tightening his grip, "I said look at me!" His voice was dark and poisonous. The tears flowed harder down your face.

You felt cold fingers wrap around your chin forcing your face up to the man. Your breath hitched and you let out a small gasp. He was even more beautiful in this lighting then at the tattoo shop.

Your about to die snap out of it!

He locked eye contact with you making you freeze. His eyes were like deep brown pools with flecks of gold and caramel. You seemed to fall into a trance instantly becoming calm under his gaze.

"Now, was that that hard, Princess?" his voice dripped like honey. You felt weak in his hold. All your muscles relaxing to a syrup like state. You legs dropped from under you, but you never hit the ground. A arm wrapped around your waist holding you.

What is happening to me?

"You seem tired, Princess." he smirked. He reached around looping an arm under your knees lifting you off the ground. You didn't have the energy to resist. Something about those eyes just made you into jello. 

You watched as your were carried past the group of men; their faces were only blurs as your eyes close for the last time, and you fall asleep in his arms.

***

It smells like metal. A sharp bitter rusty smell stabbed your nose. It burned.

Your eyes slowly opened. It was a sea of blue. A deep cobalt blue.

You were lying on your back; your head resting on a pillow. Your once shivering body was now wrapped in warm blankets. Your head came off the pillow as you looked around the room where you slept.

The room was very large. Once again, it was all concrete with long windows at the top of the walls. The moon still high in the sky. The bed that you were lying on was HUGE. You were surrounded by piles of pillows and blankets that were a deep blue decorated with touches of gold. The headboard was a deep oak brown with intricate carvings and... scratch marks.

The room ran longways from the bed. At the opposite side of the room horizontal from the bed was a ginormous fireplace that lit almost the whole room. A bear skin rug in the middle.

You pulled yourself from the blanket. You moved slowly trying to not make any noise. Your bare feet touched the cold concrete floor sending a chill up your spine, but you brushed it off. You slowly made your way toward the fire place. Two giant leather chairs resting in front of the fire. 

Where am I? Why am I even still alive?

Suddenly, you heard the turning of a knob and the door of the room opened. You jumped into one of the large chairs trying to hide yourself, but you weren't as sly as you thought you would be.

"Princess, your up." came the mans voice. You tucked your head into your knees trying to become as small as possible, but you knew that nothing would help you in this situation. You could hear his footsteps as he approached the back of the chair, "Now, Princess, why are you hiding from me." he said as if he was talking to a small child.

You looked up from your knees. Your face right in his. He flashed a blinding smile. No fangs. Actually, it was kind of rabbit like. The fire threw shadows across his face emphasizing his jawline and pink lips.

"Are you scared of me?" he asked. It took you by surprise because you were obviously terrified of this man. Just his presence made your hair on the back of your neck stand up. 

You nodded. A single tear fell from your eye running down your cheek.

"Good." Now, that took you more by surprise. He could see it on your face and started laughing uncontrollably.

This man is bipolar or something.

"What's so funny?" the words just come out of your mouth without thought. The man stopped laughing and look at you with the face of a child. His features could morph so quickly. One minute he is a raging monster and manly man. Next, he is s small innocent boy, "Oh, she speaks."

"What do you want from me?" you whispered shielding your face with your hands.

"Hey, hey." he said grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it, "You have no need to worry. I'm not hungry yet."