Don't Leave Me|| BTS

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As humans we ruin everything we touch. Everything you touch you ruin. You touched me. And I am ruined.

I did plan on going home. That was my original plan. But sleep didn't sound good. So instead of taking a right I took a left towards my studio.
That was my first mistake.

My second mistake was not checking to see if any other cars were parked in the parking lot with me.

My third mistake was not realizing the lights that were usually off this early in the morning (4am) were on.

And my fourth mistake was not seeing the other pair of slippers by the front door to my studio.

I guess I was tired. Nothing was making sense. I couldn't comprehend my surroundings.

I pushed my code in and the door unlocked. Almost immediately I was thrown on the couch, my shoes still on.

"You been ignoring me?"

"My phone is broken," I said, my eyes wide, my eyes couldn't stay on him, I looked around the studio.

Iron Hyung sat in my chair, faced towards my desk, my computer, and producing equipment. He had headphones on but I was sure he could hear us.

"Don't make excuses."

"I–"

He grabbed my face hard, his fingers digging into my cheeks, his eyes were inches from mine.

"You're in trouble don't speak unless spoken to."

(A/N: putting a note here to track how many days it takes me to finally be able to write what happened, not just to Yoongi but to me personally. So if you're reading this now thinking this update took a long time, this is why and I apologize.)

TRIGGER WARNING

He shoved me back, letting go of my face and my head bounced off the wall.

"Why have you been ignoring my calls? I know your phone hasn't been broken this whole week."

He's waiting for me to confess. I debated on rather I should or not. Would that put me in more trouble?

"Tell me rather or not you told someone," he demanded, his voice deepened and went quiet.

"I-I didn-"

"Be careful with your answer."

"I didn't tell. They just figured something was up."

"Like what?" He tried to keep a poker face and not express any emotion. I could tell though, I saw a flicker of panic.

But he smirked then, and that threw me off. What was going through his head?

"My word against yours who do they think they'll believe?"

They would believe me, I wanted to say. They had to believe me.

He studied my face, he laughed, "They wouldn't."

He gripped the collar of my shirt, ripping it almost down the middle. I just sat there.

He quickly undid his belt, and I knew what was coming.
I looked to Iron-hyung who was bobbing his head to what ever music he had going through his headphones. I pleaded he would turn around and stop him.

"You're not going to tell them who. Are you?"

"No."

I don't think he liked how confident I sounded, he pushed me down against the couch, so my face was being suffocated by a "Take More Naps" pillow. He kept his hand on my back to make sure I wouldn't move. When I didn't make a move to fight back he let go and went to take my pants off, they slipped off easily. He must have struggled with my boxers cause he ended up just ripping them off like my shirt.