[COMPLETED] "A whore is someone who sells their body; a hostess is someone who entertains guests to make them feel welcomed and loved. There is a difference."
(Y/N), a woman who moved from the suburban area of South Korea to one of the biggest citie...
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Taehyung let's out a strangled scream and feel the blood well into his throat from the tongue he'd just bitten through in vain. The boy snapped from his paralysis and pushed her to the ground with a loud thud.
"I-I tried so hard my Angel," he stuttered, limbs staggering whilst walking towards her absentmindedly.
A strong and dangerous aura surrounded his body.
(Y/N) breathes heavily, her dizzy spells beginning to take a toll on her body as it teamed up with her malnourishment and exhaustion she'd been experiencing the past couple of days. Throat running dry, jaw clenched so hard her gums began to hurt, her body tensing against the shaking of her limbs that disabled her from moving— it became prominent that something was incredibly wrong. (Y/N) had no strength to drink in the silence in order to counteract the fear that threatens to engulf her.
"I did everything! I killed for you. I helped you bring down Namjoon. I was there for you on your hardest days! Why are you leaving me?!?! THIS ISN'T FAIR! YOU'RE NOT BEING FAIR!"
His left foot swung, kicking her right on the cheeks. (Y/N) whimpered, body malfunctioning as she attempted to stand up and fight, but she was just too weak.
Her hands shook too much that handling her knife seemed like an impossible task. (Y/N)'s eyes dwindled at Yoongi's fatigued body who's trying to dodge Taehyung's powerful swings with failure, each blow harder than the last.
"Were you really choosing this weak piece of shit over me?!" Taehyung laughs maniacally as he kicked Yoongi's bloodied body on the floor, using the heel of his shoe to dig itself on Yoongi's eye-socket.
"Taeh—"
"Shhh my Angel, I'm not done yet."
Taehyung sauntered to her, his knees sinking down to the ground as he kneeled beside the crying girl. His gaze held a threatening undertone, the power to dissect a person bit by bit with least bit of care— (Y/N) couldn't read his intentions, there wasn't a thing surfacing at the color of his iris. They held no warmth, it only portrayed a cold calculating calm that resembled of a high functioning android. He was no human, only a machine who'd turn against its creator.
His lips closed in together, tongue forming in a specific motion and whistled.
(Y/N)'s eyes widen from the realization of Taehyung's action.
A dog hopped out of the open car, rushing towards its owner.
"You've angered me, my Angel."
Taehyung yanked a handful of her hair, tugging her scalp painfully, as he used the other to grip her jaw so tight it might as well shatter to pieces so (Y/N) would have no other choice but to look at Yoongi.
