Angel (Yoongi x Reader)

Chapter 6

Y/N POV:

I was dozing off in bed, a movie playing on the television when the power went out. I didn't pay much attention since the power in the area could be sketchy during bad weather. I didn't there were going to be storms tonight, but I didn't think too much about it. I turned to my phone, which was resting on my nightstand, and set the alarm so I wouldn't be late for class in the morning.

I had just dozed off again when I heard a noise coming from the front door of my condo. I wasn't too worried since the backup power would kick on for the automatic door locks, but there was definitely something making me uneasy. I picked up my phone and climbed out of bed, moving towards the bedroom door.

I didn't hear anything or see anything when I stepped into the living room. The door was shut tightly and I let out a sigh of relief. I gave out a little nervous giggle at my panic. I walked to the door to check the locks when two thick arms banded around my chest, pinning my arms in place. Before I had a chance to scream, a large hand covered my mouth with a foul smelling cloth. I struggled against the arms, but they held me tightly. I tried to not breathe into the cloth, but eventually I succumbed and darkness overtook me.

I woke a short while later with a pounding headache, unsure of where I was. Before moving, I took a quick glance around at my surroundings. I was lying on a bed in a lavish bedroom. The walls were painted a muted gold and the hardwood floors gleamed in the light coming from the lamp on the desk. The bed I was on was extremely comfortable and covered with a soft dark gold comforter with black threaded designs. The bed was an old fashioned four-poster and looked like something out of a romantic movie. I attempted to move and realized my left hand was chained to one side of the bed.

As I tried to figure out what to do, the door opened and an extremely handsome man walked in. His silver hair flopped over his face as he came in. He had on a silk shirt and tight leather pants and I almost drooled at the sight of him. He gave me a smirk as he eyed me up and down, his eyes stopping on my bare legs. I sat up as much as I could and pulled my legs up to my chest, trying to avoid the stare.

"Hmmm... the boss sure did pick a pretty one," the man said, his voice high and sweet. It was such a direct contrast to his sexy looks that I was blown away for a moment.

"Where... where am I?" I stuttered out, trying to keep my nerves in check. I didn't want this handsome man to know I was terrified.

The man put a hand to his cheek as though he were thinking. "Well darling, you are currently being held in a private location. I wanted to put you in the basement but the boss insisted on you being kept here. I guess I can see why he wants to keep you close. You are awfully pretty," he said.

"Why am I here? I don't even know what's going on?" I asked, panic filling my voice. I wanted answers, but I didn't think I would be getting them from this guy.

"Jimin," a voice said. "Stop tormenting the girl." A man stepped into the room and I immediately recognized him.

"Namjoon?" I asked, my voice filled with surprise. "What's going on? Why am I here? Please let me go."

Namjoon shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Sorry. No can do. You're not leaving until the boss decides when, and if, you leave," he explained.

My voice rose in terror. "Who is this boss you keep talking about? Please let me go. I have no idea what's going on here," I almost shouted.

"Now now Angel. There's no need for the hysterics," a new voice said. A man walked in and I swear my heart stopped for a moment. I was so caught up in his devastatingly handsome looks that I forgot to breathe. He had pale skin the color of porcelain and black hair that fell over his forehead. He was slight in stature, not much taller than the silver haired man Namjoon called Jimin. He had on a black t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans with black boots. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he eyed me in a similar fashion to how the man called Jimin did.

The name he called me rung a bell. "YOU!" I gasped out. "You're the one... the one that's been sending me all those messages!" I forgot to be scared for a moment, my anger taking over.

The black haired man smiled and bowed in my direction. "Min Yoongi at your service, Angel."

Yoongi POV:

I held in the laugh I wanted to let out as my angel recognized me. I knew I had been scaring her with the messages, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted revenge and if I had to use this beautiful angel to get it, then so be it.

"Who... who are you?" she asked, her voice filled with fear. "What do you want from me?"

I sauntered over to the bed then leaned down and ran a finger down her cheek. I smirked at her as she flinched away from me. "Oh my Angel. There are so many things I want from you." I gripped her chin, holding it tight. I ignored the quick pang in my heart when I saw her flinch from the slight pain I inflicted. "But most importantly, I want revenge. Your dear daddy gave me you to get that revenge."

My angel jerked back from me. "My dad? What do you mean? Where is he? What did you do to him?" she asked, her voice rising again in panic.

I shook my head. "Nuh huh Angel," I said. "You don't get to ask questions, but since he betrayed you, I guess I can tell you this one. Your dear daddy sold you to me. Since he was the one responsible for my brother's death, the price he paid was giving you to me."

My angel's eyes widened in horror. "He... he wouldn't do that to me," she said, her whiskey eyes filling with tears.

I gave her a cool, polite smile. "Oh but he did. He tried to pay me off but when they couldn't come up with the money in time, mommy and daddy made the decision to give me you instead. Although I would have preferred the money, I have a feeling, you will be a little more fun to play with," I said, the words coming out in falsely sweet voice.

The tears spilled down her cheeks and part of me wanted to gather her in my arms. She had become my obsession over the last several weeks, but this was nothing more than revenge. I was bound and determined not to get involved with her. "Please let me go. Whatever my father did is not my fault. What... what kind of monster are you?" she pleaded, the last words coming out in a whisper.

I leaned down and touched her cheek again. "Oh you have no idea. We'll have some fun tomorrow, but for now, sweet dreams Angel," I said. I headed out of the room, Jimin and Namjoon following behind me. I could hear the sobs coming from the room. I didn't think it would take long for her to break. Jungkook was standing outside the door and the look on his face was enough to show he disagreed, but he didn't say anything.

Jimin patted my shoulder. He knew the death of my brother would always be a sensitive topic for me. I gave him a small smile and headed to my bedroom next door, the sounds of her sobs filling my ears and the sad look on her face taking over my mind.