𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ

*Non-Idol AU*

(Top!Yoongi x Bottom!Male Reader)

(Angst) (Warning: Abuse/toxic relationship)

"M/N," a deep voice calls, pausing to take a puff from their cigarette, "come here."

The male doesn't look up from the floor and only shakes his head at the request, his lips pursing as he shuffles on his feet.

"M/N," they call, louder to let the male know that it wasn't a question, "come here."

"I-I don't want to..."

M/N's voice is meek and he stutters halfway through his declaration, but he somehow manages to get the words out, and he toys with the end of his black t-shirt to avoid looking up. A wooden creak sounds from the other side of the room that lets M/N know his lover had sat up on the couch, and he flinches at the growl that comes out with an angry snap of his jaw.

"Now!"

M/N, now realizing that he's pushing it, then scrambles to his hands and knees and crawls towards Yoongi (as requested by the male every time he's home), wincing at the sore sensation of the fresh bruises littering his arms and legs. Yoongi kisses his teeth in annoyance, and takes another drag from his cigarette, rolling his cat-like eyes.

"Hurry the hell up."

"It hurts, Yoongi."

M/N doesn't realize what slips past his lips until he's said it and he stops, his wide eyes fearfully glancing up to catch the change on his boyfriend's face. His eyes become dark and a sneer graces his mouth as he stands up. M/N puts his hands up-as defense and in pleading-and he shakes his head.

"No, please, I didn't mean-"

Yoongi rushes forward and jerks M/N toward him by the crown of his head, ignoring the pained yelp the younger lets out, and glares down at him.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"Please," M/N cries, holding Yoongi's wrist to somehow lessen the stinging of his scalp, "I didn't mean to call you that, I swear! I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Yoongi snarls, his grip tightening. M/N's eyes tear up from the pain and he swallows down a scream.

"I'm sorry, daddy! I'm sorry!"

Yoongi sniffs, satisfied, before letting go of M/N and plopping back onto the couch, casually taking another puff from his cigarette. M/N rubs the back of his head, wiping away the tears that had fallen past his waterline, and stays in his sitting position until Yoongi pats his thigh. M/N slowly gets off of the floor and swings his leg over his partner's lap, straddling him on the couch and Yoongi puts a hand on M/N's hip.

Yoongi holds out the cigarette towards his boyfriend, and M/N doesn't waste time to latch onto the bud and give a good inhale. Yoongi pushes his face forward and M/N blows the smoke out into his face. Yoongi always liked the smell of cigarette smoke, I guess it's a pretty common thing for smokers, but M/N could never guess why Yoongi liked the smoke blown directly into his face. He's too afraid to ask, though.

Yoongi hums, patting the younger on the head (careful of the part he yanked) and M/N subconsciously finds himself leaning into the gentle touch.

"Good boy," he praises, and M/N inwardly keens at the kind words before he's quickly disgusted with himself.

Praises and gentle touches from Yoongi were extremely rare these days, the male opting for a backhand rather than a soft caress to the cheek most (if not all) of the time, so when it does happen, it takes M/N back to the time where Yoongi wasn't like this and he feels as if that Yoongi-the one he fell in love with-is still in there somewhere.