𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐘𝐆

𝟒𝟔 | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫

*Warning*
Violence, Blood

𝒮ℯℴ ℳ𝒾𝓇𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

"You fucking asshole." You snapped the moment Jihoon carelessly tossed his phone onto the bed. His smirk widened as he gripped your chin, lifting your face up.

"What's the change of heart?" Jihoon mocked, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your skin, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

You struggled against his hold, wrists twisting in a futile attempt to break free..

"Come on," Jihoon yanked your hair, the sharp pain forcing you to stumble backwards onto the bed. You let out a pained yelp, glaring up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

"It's our wedding tomorrow." He whispered, his hand grazing the side of your face.

"Get off of me!" Your voice shook as you mustered up your strength and kneed him hard in the stomache. Jihoon doubled over with a groan, clutching his stomach. You took that opportunity and scrambled to your side, desperate to escape. But before you could get far, his hand gripped your collar and dragged you back down with brutal force.

He wrapped his hands around your neck, pressing hard, causing you to immediately gasped for air. Your mouth hung open, eyes widened as you choked, desperate to get oxygen.

Eyes wide with terror, you clawed at his hands, nails digging into his skin.

"You're mine now, understand?" Jihoon squeezed harder, now sitting on top of your hip as he kept you in place. He pressed harder and your vision blurred as your body fought for oxygen.

He straddled your hips, pinning you beneath his weight. Each breath you tried to take was cut off, panic rising with every second as the room around you began to spin.

Yoongi... Where's Yoongi...?

You shut your eyes, desperately waiting for this nightmare to end but time seemed to crawl, each second dragging on like an eternity. The pain and pressure intensified as your strength started to give in, your legs going limp.

Just as you fought for one last breath, the sudden loud banging from outside the door jolted you back to reality.

"CHOI JIHOON!"

The door rattled with another deafening bang, followed by the unmistakable sound of wood splintering as someone forced their way inside.

"GET OFF OF HER!"

The grip around your neck loosened and you gasped desperately for air, your vision blurred and body trembling.

Through the haze, you saw Yoongi, his expression of pure rage as he launched himself at Jihoon. His fist connected with a sickening thud across Jihoon's face, sending him stumbling backwards.

"Hyung, enough!" You heard Jimin, "Don't kill him!"

"He deserves to die." Still unable to move, you looked to your side to see Yoongi grabbing Jihoon by the collar, blood spilling out of his mouth.

ℳ𝒾𝓃 𝒴ℴℴ𝓃𝑔𝒾'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

Yoongi raised his fist, ready to throw another punch when Seokjin stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

"Yoongi." Seokjin warned, "We'll take care of it."

Yoongi froze, his eyes flickered over to Mira.

Without a word, he rushed to her side, his arms wrapping around her fragile frame, pulling her close.

He didn't say a word as he helped her sit up, his arms snaking around her trembling body. He held her tightly in his arms, trying to soothe her.

"Cuff him." Hoseok's voice was heard as he entered the room, his hands behind his back. Three police officers stormed in, moving past Hoseok toward Jihoon. They yanked him off the ground, slamming the cuffs onto his wrists with little regard for his protests.

Mira silently watched the scene unfold, unable to talk as her mind barely registered what was happening.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." Jihoon scoffed, glaring at Hoseok as the officers restrained him.

Yoongi held Mira closer, his grip tightening protectively as Jihoon was dragged over.

"You're okay now..." Yoongi whispered softly as he gently tugged on the rope binding Mira's wrists. He fumbled, trying to find the knot, all the while being careful not to hurt her any further. His heart ached seeing the bruises marking her skin, her body limp and exhausted against him.

"Here," Jimin handed Yoongi a pocketknife, his eyebrows knitted in worry.

Yoongi nodded in silent thanks, taking the pocketknife and slicing through the rope.

Mira winced slightly as the last of the bindings fell to the floor, her wrists finally freed.

Yoongi gently cradled her hands in his, his thumbs brushing over the bruises.

Without hesitation, Mira threw her arms around Yoongi, clinging to him desperately —

As if terrified that the moment she let go, he would slip away from her once more.