Lima Syndrome (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)

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DOUBLE UPDATE SO DONT FORGET TO READ CHAPTER 2

-three days later-

I stood in my closet picking up my all black clothes. A black button up, black trench coat, my ripped black jeans and my high tops. Along with my black mask.

I combed my hair and growled, “I don’t want to fucking see his face. I swear to god I want to get one punch in. But then that’d ruin our alliance. Ugh fuck this.”

I walked down the stairs and saw everyone waiting. When I got there the others only looked towards Baekhyun, when I caught one staring I sent him a glare and he flushed and turned his gaze towards the ground.

“Thanks for finally showing up V.” Baekhyun sarcastically said.

I rolled my eyes, “you’re just lucky I showed up.” I growled.

The boys heads snapped to me upon hearing my, deep, voice for the first time. I glared at them and they followed Baekhyun out and to the car. I sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window. Not pulling my mask down.

None of the members of the gang have ever seen my entire face. Only Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Choi. I rested my head on my palm and thought of all the possibilities how this could go wrong for me.

What if I see him and instantly want to slip?

No. That can’t happen I haven’t been little in four years. Even Baekhyun was worried for a while, but then got used to it. I threw away all my little supplies, so they weren’t distractions and I wouldn’t go back. It’s sad, my first and last daddy were all one person. Now I’m not in that lifestyle anymore. That’s truly heartbreaking.

We finally pulled up to a nice building and got out. I followed behind everyone, staying semi-close to Choi, I still hated physical contact. As we entered the elevator I was placed beside the boy who I caught staring earlier. I felt eyes bore into the side of my head and I turned to see his blue eyes staring back at my brown ones. I snarled, “what are you looking at?”

He narrowed his eyes to the ground. “Sorry.”

I stifled a dry laugh, “gang members don’t ever apologize.”

He looked up, “well, I’m not like most gang members.” My eyes shuffled to him. He reeked of innocence, how’d he end up here? was my only thought before they all shuffled out and stopped at a big brown oak door, where a plaque hung on the wall, board room.

I bit my lip, here goes nothing.

We entered a fairly large room where Jungkook sat at the head of the table, five chairs around him seated with similar people. They stood when we walked in. Jungkook bowed then the rest did. Baekhyun did, then we did.

As we took a seat I sat beside Baekhyun and looked around. My heart breaking as I looked at each of them. Yet I held my expressionless face.

To Jungkook’s right it was Namjoon, beside Namjoon it was Hoseok and then Jin. The right side of Jungkook it was Jimin, then Yoongi. My eyes landed last on Yoongi who was already staring at me.

He looked at Baekhyun, “is he sick or something?” All conversation stopped, I raised an eyebrow at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Baekhyun chuckled, “no, this is my right hand man and assassin V.” Yoongi nodded slowly, still eyeing me. I nodded my head at him and turned my eyes back to Jungkook. My heart aches every time I looked at him.

Baekhyun started to talk but I droned him out as I stared intently at the table. My trance stopped when I heard his velvety smooth voice. Almost causing me to slip and cry at the same time.

“We would love to have an alliance with you.” I abruptly stood up and walked out of the room. Baekhyun turned and looked at me, I gave him a look and he nodded.

He turned around, “sorry about him..he’s different.”

I rolled my eye at this and closed the door.

I ran as fast as I could down the hallways and into the bathroom. I pounded my fist on the sink.

“GODDAMMIT!”

(Pov change to 3rd person (I think))

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t look the same anymore. His once chubby cheeks were now sculpted and look mature. His eyes now a darker brown due to anger and bitterness deep inside him. His body was now not so feminine and was now strong and muscular to a degree. He did shrink a few inches, maybe two. But his hair was no longer brown, it was an ashy color mixed with light light brown.

He wasn’t the same, so how did Yoongi somehow read him?

He grit his teeth together when the door opened, he jerked his mask back up and bit his lip at the sight. There stood Yoongi looking at him weirdly.

Taehyung’s eyes went cold, he can’t get attached again. He can’t let him know it’s him. His voice was deeper too, so he knew I wouldn’t recognize it if he talked.

Yoongi took a few steps forward. “Why do you look so familiar?”

Taehyung looked at him blankly.

Yoongi’s eyes darkened and he clenched his fist, “ANSWER ME!”

Taehyung didn’t flinch, he knew Yoongi could hurt him but he knew he wouldn’t unless he gave him a reason.

“I don’t know.” Taehyung finally said monotonously.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, “take off your mask.”

Taehyung again look at him blankly. “Afraid I can’t do that.”

Yoongi slowly nodded, “Can you at least tell me your name?”

Taehyung stepped forward, “V.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “your real name.”

Taehyung kept up his act, “V.”

Yoongi nodded, “see you later then, V.”

Taehyung waited until Yoongi was a few steps ahead then followed after him. Hearing him lowly speak to himself.

“Why the hell did he look so familiar? I could’ve sworn the eyes looked like Ta~...No, it’s not possible, he’d never hurt someone. He’s-he’s too good for that.”

Taehyung’s heart broke, in his mind he was rushing back to Yoongi and telling him who he was, giving him hugs and kisses, telling him how much he missed him, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t get hurt again.

He knew it wasn’t any of the members fault except Jungkook’s but he still couldn’t get attached.

As he saw Yoongi round the corner he finally whispered, “I'm so sorry Yoonie.”