UNWANTED

Chapter 13

Taehyung's POV

"Mmm princess." The man above me moans into the crock of my neck.

"S-stop please!!" I yelp, weakly trying to shove the older man off of me. A hard slap pierces my skin when his hand comes into contact with my cheek. " DON'T YOU DARE DISRESPECT ME!!!!" He growls before his expression changes back to lust. I gulp while he leave small kisses across my body.

Lower and lower his head goes till...
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I jolt forward - what best I could since an arm was snaked around my waist, pulling me closer into a hard object behind me. I shudder, knowing fine well it was Jungkook behind me.

'It has to be, he was the one who...' I turn to see that it was someone I didn't expect.

"Y-Yoongi?" the older male awoke at the sound of his name being called. His dark eyes take in my quaking frame while sweat pours from my forehead. the memories repetitively flood back as I recall what happened yesterday.

Suddenly, my brown pupils are shielded with fresh tears. A bubble escapes my lips as I watch the blonde man sit upright. What he did next, scared me.
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He hugs me...Yoongi is hugging me.

At first, I could sense both of us tensing up at his actions. But soon enough, we slowly absorb into the hug. My hands finds their way onto his back, gripping his shirt from behind while my face buries itself into his shoulder. I continue crying for another few minutes, soaking the older male's t-shirt.

Eventually, I let go, moving away from him. I couldn't help but feel safe with him. 'But why?'

"Can I go b-back to the b-b-b-basement n-now?" I quietly ask, fumbling with the hem of the grey zip up I have on. My lower half was in agonising pain. Every movement I made felt like a thousand sharp knifes were stabbing right through me. I couldn't help but stare at my bandaged arm, it hadn't been clean for at least a few days now since I had been kept in the basement with no food, water or first aid to keep it from getting infected.

Yoongi appears uncomfortable by my request, "are you really that afraid of me?" He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. He almost made it impossible for me hear him properly.

My eyes widen at his question, 'am I afraid of him?'

I feel my head shake 'no.' I couldn't help it and I wasn't sure why. I know I shouldn't trust him. Like Hoseok stated before, he's a murderer. God knows how many families he's ruined, how many lifes he's taken.

Yoongi stays quiet for a minute or two, taking in the fact that I just openly admitted to not being afraid of him and how I strangly trust him enough to keep me safe.

"Come on, we should probably get you some food." He smiles. He actually shows off a genuine grin, something I would have never expected from him. I couldn't help but feel my heart swell at the sight. 'He has such a pretty smile.'

Yoongi tries helping me up but I collapse against his chest instead. "I'm sorry!" I squeal, moving away from him what best I could. Yoongi however, picks me up with utter ease. I cling to his shirt, my face hiding in the crook of his neck.

"What if they're home?" I murmur against his skin, my breath hitting repeatedly onto him as I feel him shudder slightly. "Don't worry, they're all out on a mission." He explains, placing me down in one of the chairs at the table located in the kitchen.

After hearing his words, I instantly relax.

I watch while he collects a few things from the fridge before heading back towards me. He gives me some fresh fruit that had already been chopped up and kept in the fridge to freeze and a small pot of yoghurt.

"I don't want to give you anything big incase your stomach doesn't cope with it." I nod, understanding what he means before digging in with my best efforts to somehow eat something and keep it down.

I only eat a few bits of the fruit, not even having enough energy to eat the yoghurt. Before I was kidnapped, I would've ate everything inside this kitchen.

Now however, I was having a hard time keeping food down. My stomach was now rejecting food to the point my face has lost its slight chubbiness. My cheeks were no longer cutely rounded but instead slender and tight around my cheekbones, making them more noticeable.

"Finished?" Yoongi asks, watching while I struggle to keep down what I had just eaten. I nod, unable to form words.

He takes the remaining food away before picking me up once again, moving me into the living room. I was surprised that he didn't just put me back downstairs into the basement. I would be lying if I didn't say I'm worried about Hoseok. 'Is he okay?'

Yoongi turns the TV on before snuggling into me, making me confused. 'Shouldn't I be pushing him off of me? Especially after everything that's happened. I should be afraid of him so why am I just sitting here casually letting this man cuddle into me? Not only that, didn't Jungkook say before that he's a psycho?'

I glance up at the blonde haired man who was busy paying attention to the screen in front to notice my curious stare.

'I wonder what he's done in the past?'

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I yawn, slowly stretching my arms over my head to crack the stiffness in my back. My eyes weakly open to take in my surroundings.

I frown, 'the basement? But when did I get back down here?'

"Tae?" I recognise that voice all too well. I look over at Hoseok as he drags his weakened body towards the bars.

"Hyung?" I whisper, crawling to him before hugging onto his arm. "I-it...he..." I couldn't speak anymore. My sobs come out in waves of emotions. I try to contain them while Hoseok strokes my hair. "It's okay Tae, let it all out." He speaks softly.

"H-he hurt m-me!" I stutter, feeling humiliated as the pain continues to build up in my lower half again. I feel disgusting, my skin feels sticky and gross.

A silence falls over us till Hoseok utters, "I'm sorry Tae...I promised to protect you but I haven't done a very good job."

My heart aches when the older boy apologises. It was never his fault, he had to look out for himself too.

I move my face away from his arm that I was cuddling, looking up at him through my tears as I smile. "It's okay hyung, this isn't your fault. I can get through this."

'But can I really?'