UNWANTED

Chapter 9

Taehyung's POV

"Alright, time for cleaning." Yoongi murmurs, unlocking my cage. I give hyung a small smile before getting up to leave him behind.

Yoongi walks me out to the main living space where I spot a certain someone that I've seen before.

"Namjoon has a mission for me so Jin here will be watching over you." Yoongi states, earning the brunette man's attention. He stands up from the sofa, wiping off any invisible dust that may have creeped onto his trousers when he wasn't looking.

Yoongi then disappears as Jin tells me to follow him into the kitchen. My first job of the day; making breakfast.

Knowing that, made me realise it was early morning hours, maybe around 6am? I wasn't entirely sure how many days I have actually been here now.

"You know, I'm surprised Namjoon hasn't killed you already..." Jin trails off behind me. I stiffen at his words, my hand still holding onto the large kitchen knife as I chop up some fruit. "You seem close with that other kid, downstairs." He mutters while I continue to keep my back to him.

"...I wouldn't get close to him if I were you." I couldn't help but whip my head around in confusion.

"W-why?"

He leans his chin on the palm of his hand, tilting his head slightly as a grin sprouts onto his plump lips. "Lets just say Jimin and Jungkook might get very angry." His words seem to send shivers down my spine. Horror was the only expression present on my face as I spin back around to continue cutting.

I hear the chair scrap across the floor before his heavy footsteps inch closer to me. I could sense his front pressing against my back. I hold back a small whimper as he whispers in my ear. "We all know about these." Without warning, he pulls up my sleeve, exposing my bandaged arm to which I squeal and try - what best I could - to yank the fabric back down around it.

"You can maybe fool the others but you can't fool me." He says, moving away from me as I frantically hide the ugly arm.

"Please don't tell anyone!" I grovel, staring at his emotionless eyes for some sort of sign that he wouldn't squeal on me.

After a short period of silence, he speaks, "I'll think about it." He mumbles, strolling back to his seat to allow me to finish preparing breakfast.

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Once breakfast was served and I had cleaned up, I was sent to clean up Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi's rooms. I had just finished gathering Namjoon's clothes, walking out of his room with a basket in my arms full of dirty washing.

"Hey princess." A voice behind whispers, his hot breath fanning against my ear, causing my entire face to heat up.

I knew from the pet name that it was Jungkook. He turns me so that I'm facing him, accidentally drop the basket in the process. Before I have a chance to react, his lips are on mine. I hold back my tears as he deepens the kiss, his hand moving over my cuts.

The simply brush alone causes me to flinch. A painful moan escapes my lips. At first, Jungkook thought it was just me finally reacting to the kiss but the more his hand presses into my forearm, the more I was screaming in agonising pain.

He removes his lips, his eyes squinting while his hand slides from my forearm to my wrist. Just as he's about to pull the sleeve up, I stop him. "Its nothing! Please stop!" But he doesn't listen since he's a lot stronger than me. I cringe when I watch Jungkook's face go from confused to sheer anger.

"Jimin!" He hisses underneath his breath. The next thing he does however, definitely catches me by surprise.

His lips were back on my skin, biting and sucking on my neck. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do till I come to my senses, trying with weak hands to shove him off of me. I hear Jungkook growl, his nails digging into my shoulders as he slams me against a wall. I was still fully aware that this was happening right in the opening, I mean we were still in the hallway.

I had hoped that maybe someone like Namjoon, even if he scares the heebie jeebies out of me, would walk by and stop this since he is so against me having any physical contact with them. He warned Jungkook not to mark me but here he was, making sure there was a large enough hickey on my neck to prove that I am his.

I grimace at the thought, 'I'm not a toy! You can't own me!'
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If only I could vocalise my feelings so openly.

Once he was finished, he moves back to gawk at his 'work of art' that was now a large purple and green bruise against the right side of my neck. "There! Now everyone will see you belong to me." He chimes, the back of his hand slowly brushing down the side of my face in a caress manner. I didn't find the gesture flattering nor comforting as he spins me back around.

He quickly squeezes my bum tight before walking off. My hand stretches out to hold onto the wall as I heave, trying to stop myself from crying. 'I feel...dirty.'

Eventually, I muster up enough strength to make my way into the laundry room. Slowly, I place the clothes into the washing machine. I thank God my mom would always force me to do house chores so I knew exactly what I was doing otherwise I wouldn't have been essential to this gang and would've been long gone by now.

'Maybe that would've been a better option?' I shake my head, feeling a frown work its way onto my lips when I thought about my parents again. 'I can't believe I'll never see them again.'

I swallow the lump in my throat before turning the washing machine on. I lean back against it with a sigh.

All of a sudden, I hear a loud thump right outside the laundry room. I contemplate whether to check or not but stupid me, I chose to look.

I open the door just wide enough to peek an eye out. There stood a rather tired and bloody Yoongi. His black clothes were covered in the crimson liquid as it was soaked right through, beginning to dry out. He yanks down the bandanna that was tied around his neck, hiding his mouth and nose before removing his black gloves.

I inch away from the door right as he opens it, sheer shock crosses his expression before he returns to his emotionless state.

I try my best to ignore him, looking anywhere bar him as he begins to strip.

I panic, embarrassed by what he was doing. I decide to turn, having my back to him to give him more privacy.

The air feels thick within the four walled room, my breathing ceases to amaze me how I was still even standing as it was coming out rather ragged and heavy.

"I know you're scared..." His voice echoes throughout the room, causing me to whip my head around to look at him. He was now out of his blood stained clothes and into a fresh white shirt and a pair of grey sweats. His eyes were still fixated on the dirty clothes below him as he speaks. "I can see your shoulders shaking." It's only then that I realise my trembling shoulders were aggressively moving.

Yoongi finally glances up at me but I notice his eyes trail off slightly to my neck. I flush, slapping a hand over the bruise while he stares emotionlessly at it. "What's that?" He asks very calmly, frightening me with the tranquility in his voice.

"N-nothing." I stutter, making a move towards the door. I feel his large hand grab my wrist, stopping me. Oddly enough, his touch sends sparks up my arm in a good kind of way.

'What the hell?'

"It was Jungkook wasn't it?" I keep quiet, making him sigh. "I haven't been doing a very good job at keeping an eye on you, have I?" He asks to no one in particular with a slight chuckle.

We stare into each others eyes for what feels like hours but in reality it was only a few seconds. I couldn't help but feel my heart thump loudly, surprised that he couldn't hear it. 'Seriously?! What the heck is wrong with me?!?'

"Come on." He mutters, breaking our eye contact and letting go of my wrist. He walks past while I close my orbs, a short breath parting from my lips. 'I feel weird...what the hell was that?'