I felt so stupid for leaving, I'm now in the dark, alone and I have no idea where I am. I didn't bring anything with me but a pocket knife Namjoon gave me to keep on me at all times. I walked quietly down the street, it must be really early morning now...the 24 hour convenience store was the only place open, and I didn't have cash.
I could imagine how Namjoon would be like right now, yelling and screaming at the boys.. I hope none of them get hurt. I walked past a park when I heard a twig break, I spun around to see no one. "I'm probably going crazy" I sighed to myself, shaking my head as I continued walking before I heard a familiar voice. "Kitten?"
I froze, that voice wasn't in my imagination was it? I turned around to see Minho walking towards me, with....concern? On his face, "What on Earth are you doing out here at this time" he stood in front of me as I crossed my arms, "I could ask you the same thing, I'm just going for a walk. Now if you don't mind me" I went to push past him but he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug, I resisted for a while, but soon all the memories we had flooded into my mind and I hugged back tightly.
"I missed you kitten, I really did" he spoke quietly, playing with my hair gently, I had to admit, I missed his hugs......I missed him. I just hummed against his chest as I started crying, dampening his shirt, Minho rubbed my back gently, "Are you okay? You shouldn't be out this late, come back to my apartment..it's the same as last time" I blankly nodded, following Minho into the darkness, not knowing what was going to happen..
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Call Me Daddy
Fanfiction*CREDIT TO OWNER OF THE FANART!!* Y/n was sold to the world's most feared gang in the world. BTS. So she was sent off to live with them. For Life. "EXCUSE ME! What did you just say?!" "Call Me Daddy" he said with a smirk