His Pet ♤ Min Yoongi♤ (Completed)

Chapter 15.

The clock hit nine when Mrs. Kwon knocked on your bedroom door, stood outside with the doctor that Yoongi mentioned to you yesterday.

A petite woman in her forties, with small face, high cheekbones, defined jawline and crescent eyes, with black hair that framing her face cut into super tidy and short bob style.
A typical asian face but with prominent features.
Not exactly what you can call pretty, but her assertive demeanor and fashionable attire made her whole appearance very arresting.

She insisted to do the consultation in your room, because she needed you to lie down for the whole procedure.
After a cursory examination, checking the heartrate and blood pressure, she told you that a blood collection will be needed for general lab test.

With trepidation you stared at her preparing the syringe and a clear vial.

Dealing with needle wasn't exactly your thing, it made you terribly nervous.

One of the few reasons why you never got any check up.
It was expensive and you had to set your financial priorities.

"I'm sorry to ask this.., but what is the purpose of the lab test?"

She looked at you with an understanding look, giving you a small smile.

"To get a comprehensive view of your overall health including any hereditary or sexually transmitted disease..-"

Sexually transmitted disease???
You knew it was rude to interrupt, but you couldn't help it.

"But...there was no way I will have it..I ..I mean.."

Exactly how to tell her that Yoongi was the only man you have ever slept with, and your first intercourse was only two days ago?

If anything, he should be the one to get tested, mentally you resented him.

"Well, it is Mr. Min's request, and it will be better to get a complete panel, while you are at it anyway."

You swallowed hard.

Denying his order would only get you in trouble with him, and you had enough of his chastising manner on you.

You almost believed he had some kind of twisted inclination of enjoying your suffering.

You took a long exhale before nodded.

You braced yourself when she aimed the syringe on your elbow pit, and made the puncture.
You wouldn't describe the sting as painful, but definitely not a thing you would want to repeat either.

After removing the needle and kept the blood vial in a clear plastic container, she started to ask about your health profile, your period, any cramps, and abnormality.

Then to your horror, you saw her preparing another syringe.

"Again? I mean, what is that for? You drew the blood already, right?"

"This one is for birth control, dear.
You are still young, and injection is more foolproof than the pills.
You only need to repeat every three months."

Every three months?
For someone like you who only got your last shot few years back when you were probably still in middle school, that was insanely frequent.

Sensing your hesitation, she continued,
"Actually I told Mr. Min that uterine implant is more suitable considering it's longer lasting and factoring your age, however, it will require you to come to my clinic. But he said his schedule is pretty tight, so we decided to just settle with convenient option."

Of course, she would not know that the devil locked you up in this mansion.
Defying his order was not a good option for the time being, so you decided to just accept the injection, and do the implant three months later.

You mentally cursed Yoongi to put you in this kind of misery.

You thanked her when she finished forty five minutes later, and saw her off in front of your room, with Mrs. Kwon already waited outside.

You stayed in your room, checking your phone, and decided to call your brother and Yejin.

That was when you found out that Yoongi already switched your phone to a prepayment plan phone with zero call and data credit.

You were logged out from all your Kakao Talk, Line, Facebook account, literally any social media that you had before.
No wonder your phone had been silent since yesterday.

Diabolical control freak would be a perfect term to label someone like him.

You thought about your brother and Yejin, also Chen.
When they couldn't reach you after a few days, would they file for a missing person report?
If that so, there might be investigation and ground search across the city, and is there any possibility they could find you here?

But like Solar said, sometimes the law enforcement system can be very slow.
How long you would have to endure living with him before they could find you?

Even if they could trace the location of this mansion, with the influence and power that Yoongi possessed, it wouldn't be easy to get the search warrant.

You wanted to slam on something, anything near you, preferably things expensive enough to make a dent on his wallet, if it wasn't for the thought about his punishment to you would probably not worth it at all.

Because you certainly out of wits to counter his conduct toward you right now.

You sat on the floor, stared blankly on the grey marble tiled floor.
You supposed you could watch TV to kill the time, but your current mood wasn't exactly allow your brain to grasp whatever it was played on the screen.

The clock on the wall pointed to ten twenty a.m., still quite early, especially for a day that gave you virtually nothing to do.
You haven't had your breakfast, but you couldn't find your appetite, the temptation to drown in pity party were too great.

You kept trying to convince yourself that all of these would be temporary, but even the most optimistic part of yourself started to evaporate.

You covered your face with your palm, trying to ponder your situation and possibility of getting out, but seemed like Yoongi had covered all bases.

You took a bottle of water from the table, chugged it down, and laid down on your bed.
You were so tired physically and mentally, you hoped you would not break anytime soon.

Your wandering mind and exhaustion finally dragged you to the much needed slumber not long after.