This chapter contains somewhat sexual content? I'm not sure, but there is a bit of non-consensual touching here, nothing that bad, but I'm still going to put the warning anyway because I don't want to upset anyone. Please skip this Chapter if anything like that would upset you, and also keep in mind that this is a dark yandere story with elements of romance, but for the most part this relationship is unhealthy and includes obsessive and possessive themes too. If you need to go back and check over these themes, they are on Chapter One. If you'd like to read my other version of this story which has original characters and not BTS, it's on Quotev - https://www.quotev.com/story/16300995/A-CAPTIVE-LOVE-%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%80%CA%80%E1%B4%8B-%CA%8F%E1%B4%80%C9%B4%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%87%CA%80%E1%B4%87/1

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Huddling under a coarse blanket in the corner of the tent, you glanced around. It was not much larger than the shacks in your village, an array of belongings discarded and thrown on the ground with a lantern placed ontop of the wooden chair near the entrance.

You never knew fire could be kept in such a way, fascinated by how the flame danced tantalizingly in the darkness, but it provided little warmth as the night turned colder, realizing it must be used for light instead.

They were advanced in their knowledge despite being barbarians, much more so than your people were. Perhaps that was why they called you savages, because your people had not yet learned to ride upon horses or craft such intricate weapons or confine fire into lanterns.

Yet skills did not matter, because unlike these monsters, your people were good and kind hearted.

Sighing, you curled into yourself, using the blanket as a form of comfort - like it was Yuna's arms around you. The thought of her brought the tears back, wondering what they had done to her and if she blamed you for what happened. But it was Yuna, she loved you, she would know that you never intended for her to be hurt.

She was probably worrying about you just the same, hoping that this warrior was not coming to have his way with you.

The thought terrified you, remembering how he had threatened that you would be punished in other ways. Was this what he had meant?

You had been too consumed in the darkness of your own thoughts to even think about it before the one named Yoongi grabbed your arm and dragged you through the dirt towards the tents. He had been rough, not allowing you a glimpse at Yuna before shoving you inside. He stood outside now, having an incoherent conversation with another man and laughing occasionally.

"Have you come to claim your reward, Tae?" Came an unfamiliar voice, his tone that of a drunken beast.

The warrior, Taehyung, replied but you did not hear it over the vociferate fall of his steps, amplifying the nearer they got. The closer he got. You could distinguish the tenacity in his strides, pace determined and shadow forming on the outside of the tent before he entered.

"Fucking idiots." He snarled, animosity in his eyes as he glared at the ground and ruffled a hand through his hair.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you stared at him, unable to look away as he threw his sword against the wooden chair. He reached for the hem of his armor, callous hands tugging it over his arms and removing the fabric of his shirt along with it. The muscles of his body were defined and formidable in the dim light, bare of any hair with toned lines carved along his stomach from years of fighting. His golden skin glistened as he stood there, physique tall and powerful.

If you did not hate him, you might have said you were actually attracted to this monster. But you knew it was only admiration because you had never seen a man built in such a way before. None of the men in your village even came close.

"Why do you stare at me with such lust in your eyes, savage?"

You were startled by his arrogant assumption, quickly glancing to the side, cheeks flustered with embarrasement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me without my clothing?"

"I was only curious." You frowned, knowing it would not change his perception.

Taehyung stalked towards you and crouched down, a smirk etching across his handsome face. "Then perhaps I should ease that curiosity."

You shook your head, gripping onto the blanket in the hopes it would protect you from him, but he only snatched it from your body and threw it into the discarded pile behind him. It made you feel vulnerable to his stare, dressed in nothing but the dress he had given you earlier. But it was the way he was looking at you that made you scramble backwards.

"No, please." You pleaded, pushing against him. "You said you would not do this."

"I said I would not fuck you." He corrected with an impatient tone, "Not that I would not touch you. There is a difference, savage."

"Please."

The warrior ignored your pleas, using his strength to push you backwards and manipulate your body until you were laying on your side with your back facing him. He propped himself onto his elbow, a muscular arm draped around your waist.

"Have you ever been kissed before?"

You turned your face into your upper arm, trying to muffle the sound of your cries as he moved his hand downwards, rough fingers caressing the part of your leg that was exposed under the dress. Your heart beated harshly when he traced his touch upwards, getting closer to your most intimate of areas. Yet he did not care about the way you trembled, or that you had never lay in bed with a man before, let alone been touched by one.

Finding your voice, you spoke quietly. "You were the first to kiss me."

He pressed his lips against your shoulder, "Have you ever been touched?"

"Yes, Yuna-"

"By a man." He snarled against your skin impatiently, "Like this?"

"No." You answered, biting back the disdainful comment about how you hadn't been until now.

Smirking, Taehyung pulled you against him firmly, grinding his lower half into your back. It was only now that you could feel the hardness between his legs as it pushed against your backside. You remembered Yuna telling you that when men were attracted to you, or lusted for you, they would become hard down there.

It wasn't that you had never seen a man naked before, you'd caught glimpses of the men from your village many times by the river, but you did not understand how that thing could get like that.

The warrior, as if hearing your thoughts, laughed. "Do you feel my hardness, savage?"

Trying to wriggle out of his grasp, he held you tighter. "I do not know what you mean."

"You are so ignorant to a man's needs." He whispered in your ear, reverting back to his usual splenetic tone when he sat up and brushed a hand over your face, an ever present possessiveness in his touch as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You mean to tell me you know nothing about being fucked?"

Staring at those pulchritudinous features, you challenged that obsessive glare in his eyes before turning your face to the side. "I will not be treated like one of your whores."

"I like that you are naive, savage." He smiled, "Because I do not want a whore."

"I'm not naive."

"Then why do you look at me with such fear in your eyes? Do you think I'm going to ruin you like the barbarian you claim me to be?"

Taehyung moved quickly, knee pushing between your legs as he climbed ontop of you. Your legs were forced to drape around his waist, hands thrashing against him as he grinded his hips against yours before snatching your wrists and pinning them either side of your face with his weight. He was not hindered by your struggles, if anything, the movements turned him on more.

You despised this man, you hated him and didn't want to be in the vicinity of his domineering ways any longer.

"I don't want you to touch me!" You cried out, trying to pry yourself from his adamantine grip. "Get your hands off of me, you barbarian!"

He leaned closer, so close his lips were almost on yours. "You looked at me with lust in your eyes earlier, and now you don't want me to touch you?"

Your eyes widened fretfully at the predatory, animalistic look in those dark eyes. He was so delusional in his thinking, doing this because he thought you wanted it, or maybe that was just an excuse so he could.

"I never looked at you in such a way, I hate you."

"You hate me?"

"Yes."

"Then you will hate me no matter what I do, so what does it matter?"

You remained silent, refusing to look away.

"I don't intend to use you as a whore, if that is what you are afraid of, savage." Taehyung grit now, emphasizing the words like he was abhorred by your thoughts. "I would rather you gave yourself to me willingly when you become my woman."

Was it wrong to laugh at the audacity of his proposition? To think that he was contemptuous and deluded?

"Do I even have a choice?" You whispered, knowing that there really wasn't one, but you didn't care about that. You only wanted to know that you would have the opportunity to find Yuna and run, even if you had to use this infatuation he had with you against him. "What about Yuna? What will become of her?"

"That all depends on your choice."

He leaned back, watching how quickly you tried to move away from him when he released your wrists. Your efforts were futile however, because he draped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him as he lay down. With your face pressed against the toned, bare skin of his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you had no choice but to place your hands on his stomach, able to feel the heat radiating from his body as he sighed.

"If I can not have you tonight, we will sleep instead."

You noticed how his lashes fluttered, a blatant indication of how exhausted he was and you felt much the same. It had not even been a day and yet, it felt like a week. You hated how his warmth gave you comfort, and soon, you found yourself falling asleep but not before asking.

"If I said yes now, would you tell me what would happen to her?"

Taehyung smirked at your words, "I would have my way with you first, then I would tell you."

"Then I won't tell you my choice until we get there."