Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 18: Propostion

"I-I bet my friends are looking for me...but thank you for the offer," I swallow, continuing to pull back and try to convince him otherwise.
"Oh, it'll be quick," he chuckles, "we can even have a bit of fun while we're at it," his seductive tone suggests, my stomach doing a flip at the mentioning of a thing I didn't want to experience, especially with a stranger.
"No, please let me go. You're hurting me!" I cry, the tears naturally escaping my eyes, but he ignores my request. He continues to drag me away from the public and towards and awaiting car parked by the curb. "No! Let me go!" I yell, finally realizing this was no time to be nice.
Suddenly, an arm is felt wrapping itself around my waist and pulling me away from Baekhyun...if that was his real name. I'm slammed against someone's chest and held there by their arm.
"When a girl tells you to stop, you stop," the man holding me mutters in a low tone. He continues to hold me against his warm chest; his pounding heart is heard beating in it's chamber, signaling a hint of fear or anxiety or even anger.
The man just smiles and shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. "Hmm...alright, Suga. Have it your way," he replies before turning towards the vehicle and making his way towards it. 'Suga?'
He doesn't let go; whoever he is, he doesn't let go. It wasn't until I looked up did I see Yoongi glaring at the man entering his car before driving away.
"That bastard," he mutters to himself. My gaze catches his eye and he looks down at me. "Are you okay?" He asks, slowly loosening his grip on me until I was found hugging my arms that were now slowly producing bruises from that man's grip.
"I...I..." my voice refused to work without shaking. In fact, my whole body was shaking. I could grasp the fact that I could've been or much worse. And the name Suga used to address Yoongi? What was that about? "Thank you, Yoongi..."
He lets out a held in breath at my words, the sound of the concert booming from far away. I now didn't want to be here. I wanted to be at home like when I went to the party, only this time, it wasn't from the drinks.
"C'mon," he sighs, taking my hand in his and leading me towards the booths and then empty benches that looked down the hill where the concert was taking place. They seemed great and were performing phenomenally so far. I wished I could've appreciated them more if I wasn't in this horrid mood.
Taking a seat on the bench, I play with the ring around my finger; the ring that Tae gave me as a gift. 'I should've known I was just being played. Especially by someone like him.'
"Tae stormed off on you, didn't he?" He gently asks, his hazel eyes fixed on me. I glance up from my hands nervously and nod. "He's an asshole to all girls, y'know. I'm honestly not surprised he'd do something as shitty as that."
"It's fine..." I sigh, "I'm over it." A tear accidentally escapd my eye once again, my mind face palming itself for revealing the lie. "It's fine, really," I assure, wiping away the tear as I do so.
"You don't look fine, and not to bring up you being assaulted a minute ago..."
"Don't say that," I murmur, Baekhyun's eyes coming back to my mind and making me shutter. He sighs again, my fingers playing with the end of the tape that was beginning to wear off of my knuckles. "I was probably asking for it or something..."
"Now you don't say that," he snaps, my eyes going back up to meet his serious ones. "No woman deserves to be hurt like that and you know it."
I let out a scoff, more tears building up in my eyes. "I don't even know why you bothered to help me. Whatever happened to not caring about anyone?" I ask, totally revealing to him that I overheard their argument. He didn't seem to particularly care though; he only raised his eyebrows at the fact I was there in the first place.
"Jennie's complicated..." he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning back until he met the back of the bench. "She may seem like a bitch but..."
"I don't blame her," I interrupt, his eyes growing small as he glares at me in confusion. "You don't acknowledge her at all and when you do, it's so rude. I don't know why she bothers with you and vice versa."
"Okay, first of all, you don't know a thing about me or..."
"I don't need to know your past to excuse your actions," I again cut him off, resulting in him getting frustrated at the amount of times he's been interrupted. Shaking my head, I scoff before also leaning back, my bruised arms crossing themselves in front of my chest.
We sit in silence for a few seconds until he straightens up, signaling to me that he was about to speak. "I think I know a way where we can both get what we want," he says in a low tone, trying not to not start up another argument.
"And how do you know what I want?" I raise my eyebrows, clearly not impressed with the introduction to his proposition.
His small lips spread into a smile that was even smaller. "I'm not blind; the ring on your finger," he points out, my cheeks suddenly burning with embarrassment. "That's his favorite ring and he gave it to you with the words Love, Tae in the inside," he continues to tease.
"Alright fine," I snap, turning away from him in annoyance. "I admit it. Now what's this proposal you have?" I ask, his smile only growing bigger.
He straightens up again and clasps his hands together professionally, or at least trying to be. "You and I become a fake couple to make Tae and Jennie jealous."