Everyday Yoongi Imagines

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She shivers, her knees pulled up to her chest and her heart beating erratically. She could hear his footsteps again as he entered the confined space of her room, the white walls adding to her anxiety.

"Here's your pills." He says with a harsh voice. She doesn't like the sound. It made her really scared as he opened her mouth to force the pills down her throat, even if she'd take them willingly. She swallows it down, gulping nervously.

This was the part she hated the most. When it effected her body. It made her limp and she knew he was going to take advantage of that again, just like last time.

He closes the door with a click and walks to her, sitting down next to the patient on the bed, "I've been missing you." There's a smirk on his face and all she could think about was that he looked so much like the devil. She hated him. She hated him so much.

"I feel flattered, Mr. Kim." She mumbles, glancing down. She didn't want to make direct eye contact with him. It just shattered her soul to know how much power he has over her.

He chuckles under his breath, giving her a smile, "I've told you to call me Taehyung, babe." he says, his fingers trailing down her robe and she shivers in fear.

His fingers slip underneath the waistband of her sweatpants, into her worn through panties and she closes her eyes to keep the tears in until it's over and he has had enough. She feels his kisses on her neck and she tries very hard to stay calm. She still had the marks on her body after she tried to call for help.

His fingers enters his mouth, to taste her, as she shivers, her orgasm small and barely noticeable. He walks out of the room without a second glance back at her and when he's gone, she finally cries, taking off her ruined panties.

She stares at the wall tracing unknown patterns onto the surface when there's a soft knock on her door and one other male nurse comes in.

"It's coffee don't worry." She knew who it was. It was Min Yoongi, or just Yoongi. She liked him. He was sweet and nice and sometimes he would talk to her like a normal person, not like a mental asylum patient.

She smiled, her back still facing him, "Thank you."

He is hesitant to approach her so instead he awkwardly stands in the middle of the room, playing with his thumbs. "How are you feeling? Have you had your meds?"

She nods wordlessly. A sigh escapes his lips and he turns around to leave when he hears a soft, "Wait"

He turns around and he sees her sitting on the edge of the bed, tear streaks down her cheeks. "What's wrong? Are you okay y/n?"

"I can't do this anymore." She admits with a sob.

A/n
Happy borthday to Jimin!
As a present to you all, I am going to double update💜