"Its scary what a smile can hide."

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"Y-yoongi,"I begged for mercy but his cold stare raised my heartbeat. Tears were probably rushing down my cheeks like the Angel falls. I felt like I was being controlled under him like a puppet. "Beg for it."He grinned ear to ear. Yoongi coughed and started to hum a song while I closed my eyes, trying to bring back my normal breathing.

Panting like a dog, disturbing possibilities of what Yoongi would do to me grew in my mind. Goosebumps appeared when everything felt like a movie. "Let m-"A scream slipped out my mouth when the knife created a deep scratch on my neck as soon as I opened my mouth, regretting everything. "Alright,"He crossed his arms, battling something in his mind as he kept shaking his head.

"If you shout, the knife will cut deeper each time. Do you really want that?"Yoongi rubbed his nape, a sigh leaving his mouth. "N-no i wont do anything, please,"I begged and closed my eyes, feeling the sharp pain in my neck as a drop of blood flowed down my collarbone, the uncomfortable sensation entering me. About five minutes passed by with Yoongi staring at me through the cloth as if he was debating on something inside his brain. "I know you."He knotted his brows, letting confusion take over him. "W-what?"I asked but he put a finger on his lips,shushing me off. "What did i say yuri?"My lips pressed into a thin line, more tears blinding my eyes. 

What did I do to deserve this? I"m hating myself so much right now. I shouldn't have picked the damn knife. Maybe if I controlled myself, he wouldn't have been able to have control over me. I closed my eyes, expecting him to dig the knife and kill me then and there but his eyes only consisted of fury and more fury. Now what? 

[Authors POV]

Yoongi sat in his place, watching Yuri suffer and saw a drop of blood go down from her neck. He did feel little bad for doing this to her, especially after the fact that she had the rights to question him. As Yoongi kept looking at her, he took notice of her features. He got reminded of someone from his past but wasnt ready to accept the fact that it was her.

She was neither his childhod friend nor his lover from the past. Someone who hurt his brother. Was it really her or just some normal young woman trying her best to take care of a 28 year old man with severe mental illness?

Getting engrossed in his thoughts, he started to note the structure of her face. In his eyes, she was the definition of perfect. Elegant and black silky hair with a few seperate locks moving freely, blue oceanic eyes to which he wanted to refer to as an ocean with a deep yet mysterious past, a cute little nose and finally pink glossy lips which he wanted to have only for himself and devour on it like a hungry beast.

Realising what had been happening, he was forcefully brought himself out from his trance and spoke up, silently. "I know you."

"W-what?"Yuri stuttered, a section of guilt shining in his eyes. Yoongi's index finger met his lips as he shushed her, trying to sound a little annoyed. "What did i say Yuri?"Hers lips press into a thin line and Yoongi sighs in satisfaction, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the white wall with parted lips. After 10 seconds just like Yuri had counted inside her mind, something loosened and the stained knife fell to the floor and she blinked her watery eyes open, a gasp of happiness leaving her lips. 

Tears of happiness slipped her eyes and fell on the floor as she felt like satan abruptly wanted to stop her unfair death. "Thank you, thank you-"She was at loss of words. Of course, she couldn't control her tears. 

She felt as if she had saved the entire earth by a 400 feet asteroid though that was a lot of magical land assumptions compared to what had actually happened. Just as she was about to stand up, before she could think, her back slammed down to the floor as Yuri groaned in pain. Yoongi bent in front of her and Yuri's chest panted up and down. Why was there no one to save her now?What went wrong now?

Yoongi tilted his head to his side, as if figuring something inside her eyes. His hands met both of her shoulders, right beside them, leaving no other option than staying the same. 

But despite all this, Yuri couldn't shake the fact that his eyes were still tied. 

"W-what are you doing?"She asked, a tint of hesitation in her tone. Yuri wanted to kick the insane man in his balls, making him groan in pain and she would leave. 

But she couldnt move either ways and gulped the certanity that his thighs were touching her inner thighs with as harsh as it can and Yuri felt anxiety rise up head to toe, the only emotion keeping her as frozen as ice. 

"I let you go, i didnt say you could leave."She could sense something happening. Something crawled up from her waist very slowly and trailed up her chest, and gripped her neck. Yuri almost chocked in shockness as he tightened his grip each time she moved. 

"P-please,"She tried to reach for the door but with his other free yet chained hand, Yoongi stopped it and moved it towards him as his head bent lower to her frightened face, chuckling deeply. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"The question ringed unexpectedly dumb in Yuri's ears. Yet she managed to hold his hand and tried to yank it away while stammering to his question. "W-w-wait what?!"Her tone expressed itself as annoyed and Yoongi tightened the grip more, irritated with her behaviour.

"I dont repeat Yuri. I lost my brother and now you wanna kill me too?"He scoffed and blinked once before speaking again. "Dont you dare try to get with me."

[Time skip]

[Yuri's POV]

"J-jin yah listen to me!"I hit his shoulder to make him stop eating and turned to me, eyes expanding to the size of saucers all of a sudden. "W-what happened to your neck?"He interrogated, moving my head and examining my neck, a gasp coming from my mouth at his sudden force. "Ah!"Pushing him away, I covered the little wound with the spare cloth I had in my bag. 

"Hey what's wrong?" "You won't tell anyone right?"I confirmed. He nodded and I copied him, tears starting to come when the incident entered my mind.

"Yoongi..he did this.." "And don't expect me to sit and waste more time talking,"He stood up, cracking his knuckles, pure rage written all over his face. "Jin calm dow-"The tall man started to walk away from me, making me sigh, "This is gonna be a mess."and stood up, following him.

By the time I got upstairs, loud yelling and a few voices were catched by my ears. Two well-dressed men were holding back an angry man as he tried to attack the sassy form seated inside his cell, chuckling continuosly and shaking his head. The place seemed a mess. 

If glares could kill, then I could bet Yoongi would have died with Jin's such intimidating stares as the two men pulled Jin away from the scene, making him stand next to me for a reason I didnt know. 

Jin controlled his panting, a hard sigh heaving from his mouth. My fingers patted his shoulder, as if trying to get him relaxed. I was supposed to be mad at Yoongi for what he had caused and it was right of Jin to step up to save me, as a friend, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. 

Espcially that Yoongi was completely insane and people would shrug it by saying he was just mentally ill and people like that would hurt their caretakers as far as I've seen. But the life in here was different. Our life was enclosed around four walls, though not the whole day, yet with differently deranged, psychotic beings we never knew, existed as young children. 

"Jin relax."I made an effort to get him cool, his forehead bathed in sweat.

"Show me your neck please,"He changed his attention, staring at my neck with a troubled expression, manifesting how much the bruise in my neck meant to him. With a blunt face, I got aware of a hand tracing around my wound, hissing as he remembered and imagined what I would have endured. 

"J-jin i-it hurts,"Doing my best in not sounding rude, he pulled his hand away, apologizing. 

"Its fine,"I assured and glanced in front of us where someone entered Yoongi's cell just in time. Jin followed my gaze but soon rolled his eyes. "You know who he is?"Jin pointed to the unfamiliar mortal whom I could swore that I'd never seen him.

Dubious at his expected question, I shook my head anyway as a denial. 

Involuntarily, the guy's figure distracted me. He seemed athletic, tough yet thick. His biceps were no joke and were standing out proudly. Though his physical appearance was fierce and intense, his face was soft.  The definition was mochi was his first impression. His face, it looked like it was made with so much care and so much effort that he was a literal fairy, no, a angel.

His eyes were diamonds, shining with purity and happiness, his cheekbones were flawless, the way his jawline was perfectly curved and clean, his lips were rosy, round, plump and soft. It was kinda impossible not to go crazy over them, but I stopped myself. "Who is he?"The words left my mouth breathlessly, as I shamelessly checked him out. 

"He is Yoongi's brother."

Wait what.

"I lost my brother and now you wanna kill me too?"

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