Don't Leave Me|| BTS

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There video proof. There's video proof. Video proof. Video proof. Video proof. Video proof. Video– he has me on video.

I'm going to throw up, I thought, but I was frozen in place.

I knew there was a chance that Iron already knew about the video and he's probably already with him at my studio and I'm just getting myself into more trouble. At this point I couldn't care, if they're both there then so be it.

I'll tell them- I'll tell them they can kill me. Then all of this can finally be over. No more silently screaming at myself how I 'can't take it anymore' while I lie in bed praying that when I close my eyes I won't be able to open them in the morning.

Maybe that's what's best for everyone. For me specifically though.

Everyone was still in the kitchen and they were all quietly talking, I decided I just needed to get the door open and bolt. So that's what I do. I'm too scared to take the elevator so I practically throw myself down the stairs to get to the car garage, getting the keys for our company car that the managers use to run errands. I jump in as Jimin and Jungkook are sprinting to the door entering the garage, I back up and speed out before they can do something stupid and jump in front of the car.

I'm typing in Iron's apartment address as I cruise through intersections past green lights. I slow down some when I know I'm far enough to relax a little, I took unnecessary turns to make sure they didn't follow.

Pulling up beside the apartment building I stare up at it, room 207, level 3. I get out of the car, shut the door, my mask pulled up and my hat slightly tilted down. There was no way I was recognizable.

I hesitate to take the elevator, scared when the doors open I'll see him standing there waiting for me. But this is what I want, I have to remind myself.

I take the stairs anyways.

I'm standing in front of Iron's door then I'm standing in his living room, I'm sitting on his couch. It's just me and him, he's talking, I can't hear him.

"Yoongi? Suga-ah?"

He sat there and listened. He sat there and watched. And he did nothing.

"Yoongi?"

"What!" I want to scream but my teeth are clenched, I could kill him right here. I could get away with it too.

"Look I know what you must think. I didn't intend-."

"Intend to what?" I ask, I look up at him, his distressed face, his dirty hair, his clothes he's probably been in all week. I knew what a depressed man looked like.

"I never intended to let him-"

"Stop. K-" his name makes my stomach churn, "he has a video of me- of us. We'll all be going down if he releases it."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Why wouldn't I be worried? Hyung! This is my career! Not just mine but 6 other people's careers. You're not just ruining mine when you let this happen."

"None of this is my fault," he looks at me with disgust, like how could I blame him when he wasn't inflicting the abuse on me. He was just letting it happen, calmly working and listening to music like I wasn't being groomed behind him.