A/N
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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