Yoora didn't let Yoongi say a word as she dashed out of the room, nearly tripping over her own legs, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at that moment as she breathlessly ran out of the house, not caring nor knowing where her legs were taking her.

It hurt too much. It hurt to see him all over Jisoo, the girl he was so determined to get rid of for her sake. It hurt to see how his lips collided with hers so lustfully. It hurt to see the boy she loved with another girl, it hurt so much.

Yoongi was about to run after her before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso, preventing him from moving. He forcefully pried them off before turning around, glaring at the brown haired girl.

''See what you fucking did? This is all your fault,'' he growled as he took a step towards her.

Jisoo smirked at him, licking her cherry red lips.

''What did I do?'' she asked as she batted her eyeslashes at him innocently.

Yoongi harshly grabbed her by the shoulders, putting so much pressure onto her body she winced under her breath.

''You're the one who threatened me with Yoora's fucking nudes, you bitch,'' He snarled, his eyes piercing right through hers.

The darkness in his eyes made her speechless as she felt her chest tighten, she was scared of him. She was scared of the boy she loved to the point of obsession. She didn't understand why he was so angry, just who is Yoora to him?

''Did you forget who threatened me first?'' she said with clenched teeth as she grabbed his hand, forcefully intertwining her fingers with his.

Yoongi was apoplectic with rage at the sight of their conjoined hands.

''I theathened you to protect her, I did it for her,'' he said as he tried to free his hand from her grasp, but to no avail.

''Was making out with me meant to protect her, too?'' she said with a playful smirk, squeezing his hand tightly.

''You fucking threatened to leak her nudes if I didn't,'' he growled as he felt his blood boil.

''Yoongi, what's so good about that slut? Why can't you love me instead? I can make you feel so much better than she ever could, you know,'' she said, her grip on his hand softening as she stared at Yoongi's swollen lips.

The murderous glint in his eyes caused Jisoo to let go of his hand as she took a step back, actually fearing for her life. He looked absolutely enraged as he took a couple of steps towards her, a barely audible yelp escaping her lips as her back hit the hard wall.

''Don't you dare talk about Yoora like that,'' he started as he leaned in closer to her face, making sure she could see his deadly gaze up close. ''You have no right to call her a slut when you yourself are one,'' he spat.

Jisoo felt her knees turn to jelly as she looked at the boy she loved with a frightened expression. Lips trembling, palms sweating, she simply stared at him, unable to utter a single word.

''Do you love her?'' she whispered softly as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Yoongi didn't hesitate to answer her.

''Yes, I do.''

Jisoo felt her thoughts spiral out of control as tears streamed down her face, ruining her perfect make up.

He confessed to having feelings for the girl she loathed so much.

No, he must be lying. He has to love me. He was supposed to love me and be happy with me.

He doesn't actually love her, he loves me, he truly loves me.

She felt herself going crazy, feeling sick to her stomach she dashed out of the room, covering her mouth with her hand as she ran, right past a surprised Taehyung standing at the doorway.

''Yoongi? What's going on?'' Taehyung asked as he looked back at the running girl in 7cm high heels.

''I'll explain later, I need to quickly find Yoora,'' he replied, rushing to the doorway.

Before he could step out of the room, he was stopped by Taehyungs hand on his chest, holding him back.

''Where's Yoora?'' he asked with a serious expression on his face, which surprised Yoongi. He was rarely ever serious unless something was seriously wrong.

Yoongi nervously swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes.

''She ran away, I think she might have left,'' he muttered.

Taehyungs eyes widened as he processed what his friend had said to him.

The worst scenarios flooded his mind as he ruthlessly grabbed Yoongi by the collar of his shirt, his face so close to his Yoongi had no choice but to look at him.

''You let her leave? Why didn't you fucking run after her?'' Taehyung snarled as his eyes filled with worry.

Yoongi was utterly confused by Taehyungs actions. Why was he so pissed off? He never swore at anyone, much less Yoongi. He's never seen him so distressed in his whole life.

"I tried to, but Jisoo stopped me,'' he confessed. ''I'm so fucking stupid.''

Taehyung tightened his grip on his collar as he started breathing heavily.

He was having an internal battle with himself whether he should tell Yoongi the truth. The truth untold that was kept from him for so long, for his sake.

''Taehyung, let go of me, I need to fin-''

''You fucking idiot! Why did you let her leave all alone?'' Taehyung shouted as he was getting sick with worry.

What if something had happened to her? What if she had been kidnapped, or even worse, murdered? That creep seemed to be capable of anything, which only further worried Taehyung.

Taehyung shuddered with fear as his grip on Yoongi gradually loosened.

''Taehyung, I said let me g-"

''Yoongi, she has a goddamn stalker, some creep has been following her for some time, WE NEED TO FIND HER RIGHT NOW!'' he screamed, feeling his emotions erupt from within him.

Yoongi stared at his friend speechlessly. He didn't even open his mouth to say anything, his eyes spoke for him. The panic, agitation and pure anger reflected in his dark orbs. He clenched his knuckles with such force they promptly turned white.

''Why are you saying this now?'' Yoongi muttered as his eye started twitching.

''Why didn't you tell me sooner? What the actual fuck?''

Yoongi was so appalled by what Taehyung said he felt his sanity slowly leaving his body, rational thoughts and logical thinking dissappeared with no hesitation as he didn't even wait for him to respond, rushing past Taehyung, not sparing him another glance.

He quickly bolted out the front door, not even thinking where Yoora could've gone he ran in a completely random direction.

At that point, he felt as if he were going to have a heart attack.

Fear. Pure fear pumped through his veins as millions of different scenarios flooded his brain. ''Please, please be safe, please," he repeated over and over to try and calm himself down.

Why didn't she tell him about the stalker? Why was she keeping it from him? Did she not trust him enough?

Yoongi shook his head as he answered the question for himself.

Maybe she had a logical reason for keeping quiet, maybe she couldn't tell him, maybe she just didn't want to.

He was terrified of losing her, losing the one person he cared so much for. He cursed himself for not realising how he felt earlier, it just had to be that night.

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Yoora stopped running, resting her arms on her knees as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

The tears or ugly sobbing noises didn't stop however, she wiped the tears from her eyes as she let out a cry.

''But I l-love y-you," she stuttered in between hiccups.

She couldn't stand on her two feet anymore as she dropped to the ground, her legs collapsing under her weight. Her form was trembling horribly as she let out a heartbreaking wail.

The dimly lit street suddenly grew quiet as Yoora's cries gradually stopped, her unsteady breathing and occasional sniffles the only sounds she could hear.

''Jisoo,'' she muttered.

''Why you of all people?"

She brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. She didn't even realise her ripped tights and blood until she made contact with her wet skin. When did she get hurt?

But she couldn't care less, at that moment, all she could think about was Yoongi.

He didn't have any feelings towards her, if he did she wouldn't be hurting so much right now, after witnessing the kissing pair in Taehyungs room.

Yoora thought back to how she met him, all because of a stupid mistake which she regretted deeply.

She regretted making an account on that dating site, regretted taking nude photos of herself and definitely regretted accidentally sending them to Yoongi. She should've never let him get close to her.

It only resulted in heartbreak in the end.

Yoora could hear faint footsteps in the background, but she didn't pay any attention to it as she moped.

''Why am I so unlucky? Was I right after all, did he really just want to play with me?" she thought.

''Why are you crying?" a raspy voice said, startling Yoora.

She froze on the ground, looking up, shrouded in complete darkness as the street lamp wasn't lit anymore.

She recognised that voice, the voice that sent countless shivers down her spine, multiple anxiety attacks, complete fear.

She tried not to panic as she let go of her bloody knees, the metalic smell of the crimson liquid filling her nostrils, causing her to scrunch up her nose in disgust.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she found a small grain of courage as she shakely stood up, struggling to make anything out in the darkness as her puffy eyes were too blurry from crying.

She didn't dare turn around. She didn't want to confirm her biggest worry.

At that point, her mind was frantic, coming up with countless escape ideas, but no matter what her legs didn't budge, almost as if they were glued to the ground. She couldn't move a muscle, she was paralysed with fear.

''Are you ignoring me?"

She felt her hands sweating intensely and the insanely fast beating of her heart as the raspy, male voice appeared to be closer than before.

''Face me, Yoora. You can't escape now," the voice growled through clenched teeth.

Yoora felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, it wasn't the same feeling she got when thinking about Yoongi.

She gulped loudly, taking a deep breath, she slowly turned her body in the direction of the voice.

''We finally meet, sweetheart."

Yoora didn't make out the figure immediately as her eyes haven't adjusted to the darkness of the street just yet, but she could make out a silhouette.

A man, taller than her by a few inches, standing roughly a metre away from her.

''I warned you, Yoora, I warned you not to tell anyone about me," he muttered. Yoora could see him clutching his head.

She was right, her worst fears came to life, became cruel reality. She felt the tears stream down her cheeks once again as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

She let out a whimper, unable to control her emotions anymore.

''I-I didn't tell anyone about you,'' she mumbled, her lower lip quivering.

The man in the shadows smiled to himself as he watched his prey completely fall apart right in front of his eyes. Her trembling form and quiet whimpers seemed to fuel his twisted nature as the grin on his face widened.

''Don't lie to me. I know everything, have you forgotten? I know you told that friend of yours, Taehyung.''

Yoora could feel her heart sink as Taehyungs name left the man's mouth. She found herself staring with wide eyes at the man's face as the street lit up again.

He wasn't much taller than her, looked to be in his mid twenties, his dark unkempt hair poked at his light brown eyes, his thin lips curved in a sickeningly wide grin.

His appearance, his physique, his raspy tone, she had a feeling it reminded her of someone, someone she knew, but couldn't put a finger on it.

''Do you remember what I told you?" he asked, his eyes focused on the pale girl's face.

She didn't respond nor move a muscle, she simply stood frozen in spot.

''I told you, if anyone knows about me, they get hurt, didn't I?"

''Don't you dare touch Taehyung!'' she yelled, feeling something inside of her snap.

The man took a few steps towards her, his eyes flickered with amusement as he watched her scowl turn into a frown.

''Or what?"

The man stopped a few centimeters away from her, up close he seemed even more intimidating than from farther away. Yoora couldn't shake the coldness of his eyes, she felt as though he was looking right through her soul. It was as clear as day, that man had no empathy. He was dangerous, a predator, a creep.

That's all he was to Yoora, an empathy lacking creep who has targeted her for the past few months.

''S-Stay away from me,'' she stuttered, trying to sound unfazed by the situation she found herself in.

But she couldn't fool him. He watched her shut her eyes in anguish, the sight thrilled him. He loved nothing more than to see the fear etched onto his victim's face.

''I can't stay away from you, darling,'' he cooed as he took another step towards her until his face looked right down at hers.

She didn't need to look up to see he was dangerously close to her. She smelled the stench of his breath on her face, causing her to momentarily stop breathing.

Suddenly, the man forcefully grabbed her waist, his dirty hands digging into her skin. She let out an involuntary gasp.

With tears in her eyes, she numerously pounded his chest with her fists, trying to pry the man off her, but he was too strong.

The man smirked at the sight of the struggling girl.

''Why so feisty?'' he whispered as he put more force into his grip on her body.

She was visibly in pain as she clenched her teeth so hard she was afraid they'd crack from the pressure.

''Get the fuck away from her, you creep,'' another males voice said, his body covered by the dark shadows before he emerged, right where the street lamp shone.

Yoora stopped struggling as she heard his voice, her hands falling lifelessly to her sides.

''Yoongi?''

The man holding onto Yoora turned around to face the boy who dared to give him orders. He took one of his hands away, putting a finger to his lips he traced his lower lip with it, slowly chewing on it as his eyes never left Yoongi's form.

''Is that a nice way to speak to your own brother, Yoongi?''

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks as he recognised the man's voice, the voice that belonged to his older brother, a mentally ill man who disappeared from his life one day, not leaving anything behind. He was presumed to be dead or on the run from something or someone, or perhaps he went on a spontaneous vacation.

It's been 2 years since he last saw him, and there he was, with his hands on the girl he loved. Yoongi couldn't process any of that, he was beyond shocked.

But none of that mattered, all he cared about was taking Yoora away from his unpredictable brother.

''Get the fuck away from her, do you need me to repeat it again?'' he hissed as he made his way towards him.

The man suddenly reached for something in the pocket of his jeans, whipping out a pocket knife he sneakily pressed the girls body to his, shielding himself with her form. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and harshly pressed the cold metal knife to her neck, cutting the skin slightly as a trail of blood traveled down her chest.

''Take another step and I'll slit her throat.''

That sentence made Yoongi stop in his tracks, his eyes focused on the sharp piece of metal against Yoora's neck and the trail of crimson liquid on her collarbone.

Yoora was horrified by the sudden action, scared to even gulp in fear of the motion triggering the knife to cut into her skin, she stayed as still as she could, trying her best not to think about the man's hand rubbing her hip too sensually.

''Stay back and she won't get hurt, you hear me?'' the man said, licking his lips at the sight of blood on Yoora's skin.

Yoongi tried to think of a way to get Yoora away from his psychopathic brother, but that wouldn't be easy and he knew it.

''Are you the stalker that's been harassing her?'' he asked as he narrowed his eyes at the man.

Yoora glanced over to Yoongi, who was avoiding her gaze.

She was confused, how did he know? She didn't tell him anything, then wh-

It clicked. Taehyung told him.

Yoora felt the knife press into her skin, drawing more blood than before.

She let out a quiet whimper as the pain on her neck grew stronger within seconds, feeling her whole body throb and her hands tremble.

She felt blood drip onto her cleavage, causing goosebumps to appear all over her body.

''You told him too?'' the man growled into her ear, his hot breath on her ear making her shift uncomfortably.

''I didn't,'' she whispered softly.

The man didn't realise that while he buried his face into the crook of Yoora's neck, taking in her scent as he spoke into her ear, Yoongi sprinted towards them, kicking his brother hard in the groin and watching as he fell to the ground, dropping the pocketknife onto the ground and wheezing in pain as he covered his groin with his hands.

Yoongi took this opportunity to grab Yoora's hand and flee from the area, running in the opposite direction, not looking back at the whimpering man laying on the found pathetically.

They ran and ran through the empty streets, carelessly and fearlessly, adrenaline running through their veins, fueling them to keep going.

Until they heard a gunshot.

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