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29 | Secret Log 🌩

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This isn't in Yoongi's POV
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The rain fell hard as I entered the building.

I knew he was alone.

A perfect time to carry out my plan.

Up the stairs and down the hall.

The only door around the corner.

Secluding us from all the rest.

I knocked on the door.

I then tried the handle.

Unlocked.

I entered the apartment, he was standing in the hall.

I walked over to him and hugged him.

I then pushed him up against the wall.

I pinned his wrists above his head as I inhaled his scent.

His breathing hitched.

"S-Stop it."

I smirked, before pulling my head back to look at him.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, a mixture of pissed off and scared painted his face as he breathed heavily.

I slowly kissed his left cheek.

Then his right.

Then his lips.

Soft but angry; they tasted sweet with the agony of my demise.

He released a breath he was holding before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"That's enough." He whispered, turning his head away.

I roughly took one of my hands from his wrists and moved his face to face mine.

"My sweet little Jiminie." I hummed in a low tone as I held his face in my grip. "You just seem to have a problem getting into other people's business don't you?"

He continued to breathe heavy while in my rough grasp.

"I know baby."

"Don't-"

"Shh don't speak baby." I cooed before kissing him again.

"Yoongi's gonna kill you." He managed to sputter out.

I hummed.

"Maybe not. I mean, I have my reasons Jiminie."

"Stop calling me that-"

"What?" I asked, "Jiminie?"

"Stop."

"Why? Yoongi calls you Jiminie, why can't I?"

He began to thrash against the wall.

"Jiminie-"

"Stop it!" He yelled, I covered his mouth with my hand.

"You're going to be quiet and take it." I hissed. "You did this to yourself."

His eyes began to water.

"You came between us. He wanted me. I pushed him away." I growled. "I'm not happy now because of you."

I quickly pulled my hand from his mouth.

"Did you just lick me?" I asked in disgust.

He was panting, tears threatening to pour out.

"That's enough." He whispered hoarsely.

I took control of the situation.

I pulled him down by the wrists and decided what I was going to do.

It was cold and sweaty.

It had to be done.

It would be the only opportunity.

The only one to make him pay.

He shuttered.

"I-I'm sorry-" he cried while searching for air. "-Hoseok."

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