"Jimin?"

He looks at you a little shocked, still standing in the doorframe. He just let out a confused 'uhh' sound. You then realize you have to act, this is your chance of rescue. "Jimin, listen, you need to hel-"

"Ah, I see, you met (Y/N).", you hear a voice, you don't want to hear, interrupting you. You see Yoongi coming into sight, now standing next to Jimin and putting is arm on his shoulder. "Yoongi, what's going on?", Jimin asks confused. Yoongi pats his shoulder. " You know", he explains, "we are kinda dating." Yoongi looks at him with a smirk.

Jimin then gazes at you, then at your neck, seeing your huge hickey. He then looks back at Yoongi and winks at him. It was a 'I-know-you-fucked-her-up'-wink and you are annoyed by it, but you know you have to play along. So you just shut up.

"Anyway", Jimin states, "I actually just wanted to give you your phone back. You forgot it in the practice room." Yoongi sighs. "Yeah, I was just looking for it. Thank you." Jimin gives him the phone back and as he was about to leave the room he yells: "Bye bye, Yoongi's girlfriend!" Yoongi smirks while Jimin said that, enjoying the thought of it. As Jimin leaves the room, Yoongi closes the door and locks it.

But in the next second he throws a death glare at you. He slowly creeps towards you, still trying to kill you with his glare. "Y-y-yoongi, I-I...", you stutter. "What were you trying to tell him?", he growls. "I-I-", you aren't able to talk in your fright. When he reaches you, he picks you up without a problem and carries you to the other end of the room to pin you against the wall there.

His right leg is in between your legs and he holds your hands above your head with his left hand. You try to get out of his grip, but you have no chance. He starts to move his free hand over the side of your body as he whispers: "I've been so nice to you, yet you still try to escape~" He clicks his tongue. "I guess there is no use in being nice, don't you think so too, kitten?", he playfully asks.

"I-i-i'm sorry, Y-yoongi-ah-", you try to apologize, but he lays his index finger over your mouth. "Too late.", he says emotionlessly. He then puts his finger under your chin, lifting your head up to make you look at him. He presses his lips onto yours and doesn't hesitate in putting his tongue in. Yoongi then moves his knee up your crotch, slowly rubbing it. You let out a loud moan followed by heavy breathing.

"Yoongi... p-please...", you beg in between the kisses. He smirks dirtyly. "Aw, you really want it that bad?"

"N-no! I mean...", you try to explain while he is trying to drive you crazy, "I-i mean... stop." As a response, he lifts you up so that your legs have to wrap around his waist and your arms lay around his neck. He then starts to suck and bite your neck and slowly starts to move his hip, slightly hitting you against the wall over and over again.

All of a sudden he lets go of you, making you fall to the ground. You scream out in pain as you hit your injured back. "Ohh, I guess I have to take care of that again.", he answers to your pain. You look up at him and almost yell: "You did that on purpose!" Yoongi chuckles evily.

"Of course. I want to punish you. Not rewarding you by fucking you."

'What a narcissistic asshole.', is all you can think of. You start to curl up on the floor, controlled by the pain. He takes you up bridal style and in the moment he touches your back doing so, the pain got even worse, if that is possible. He throws you on the bed, but with your backside down, making you groan once more. He places himself on top of you and start lifting your shirt up, but then you realize, that he doesn't want to lift it up. He wants to take it off.

You struggle like a fish on land as you notice what his intention is, but he still gets what he wants. "You still wear your bra. Didn't I tell you to take it off?", he asks sarcastically. He flips you over, so you lay on your belly again and he sits a little bit beneath your butt. He opens your bra and takes the creme once again.

He starts at your shoulders, but quickly begins to move his hands down. Way too far. Yoongi reaches the edge of your sweatpants. He pulls them down as well as the boxers you're wearing, reaveling your booty. You quickly try to get up, but he holds you down with one hand on your shoulder. His other hand then starts to touch your buttcheek.

"Y-yoongi... stop...", you whine. "But I thought your back hurts", he says teasingly, "I'm just massaging you~" A tear rolls out of your eye, because you feel so helpless and know that you can't do anything.

"Say my name.", he suddenly commands and you try to speak: "Y-Yoongi..." He slaps your buttcheek once and then clarifies his order: "Yoongi - what?" You understand what he means, but don't want to say it. He slaps it once again, but harsher. "Yoongi - what?!", he repeats. "Y-y-yoongi... - oppa...", you force out of yourself.

Yoongi pulls your pants back up and whispers: "Was it so difficult?"