"Peek-a-boo.", Yoongi says while dirtily smirking.

You look at him with widened eyes. He pushes you back into your apartment by your shoulder and he quickly follows, closing the door behind him. "Oh, I finally found my kitten again. It ran away and I was so worried. I was so afraid that it might get lost or...", he pauses before finishing, "...get hit by a car."

You step back from him until your back hits the wall behind you. He creeps towards you meanwhile. Yoongi pins you against the wall and raises your chin with his index finger, making you look at him. "I thought you wanted to be a good kitten.", he whispers.

"Can't you just leave me alone...?", you mumble, looking at the ground. He strokes your cheek carefully while quietly chuckling. "You made me so worried, kitten.", he whispers. "Fuck you.", you mumble. Within a split second he rams a knife into the wall right next to your face. "What did you say?"

You look at the knife, then at him while shivering in fear. It missed your face by only one or two inches. "I-i-", you stutter, "n-n-nothing..." He smiles at you creepily. "Good." Yoongi suddenly takes your wrist and starts heading out of your apartment. "W-where are you going?", you ask while being pulled behind. He stops and turns his head around to look at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "Back to my apartment of course."

You look at the floor, because you can't believe what you are going to ask: "Can I at least take some clothes of mine with me...?" Yoongi seems like he is thinking about your request, but eventuelly replies: "Hm, okay.", he adds, "But you still have to wear my shirts when sleeping." You nod your head, accepting his condition.

You grab a bag and put some random clothes into it, focusing on underwear. Meanwhile Yoongi stands in the doorframe, waiting for you to finish. When you think you got all the clothes you need, you walk into the bathroom. "Hey! What are you doing?!", Yoongi yells from around the corner. "Wait.", you reply with a quiet voice.

You come back into the main room and Yoongi walks towards you. "What did you do in there?", he asks suspiciously. "I didn't want to tell you, but if you really want to know. Here." At the word 'Here' you hold up a pack of pads/tampons. (A/N: Whatever you use.)

His face suddenly turns red while mumbling sarcastically: "Great." You put the pack into your bag.  "You asked, I didn't want to show you.", you reply while shrugging. "Got everything now?", he asks, changing the subject and you just nod your head in response.

You two walk towards the front door, but when you arrvive at the door, he suddenly stops. You tilt your head in confusion. He holds his hand out and you are not sure what he wants to tell you, so you ask: "What?" He sighs. "Your bag." You look at your bag and then at him. When you understand what Yoongi means you hand him your bag and he throws it over his shoulder.

The two of you leave the apartment building and you look back once more, wondering when or if you are going to be there again. You sigh at the thought of that. Yoongi walks right next to you without saying anything the entire time and doesn't even look at you.

After some minutes of walking, the strength in your legs suddenly leaves you and you fall to the ground. Yoongi turns around and looks at you worried. You feel your legs throbbing and they hurt badly. Yoongi walks towards you, kneeling in front of you. "I-i can't walk anymore. M-my legs are too injured." It is probably because you ran with the bruised legs and kicked the doors open and right now the acceptance limit is just crossed.

Yoongi then does something you didn't expect. He picks you up bridal style and continues to walk. In his arms, you look at him with widened eyes, but he doesn't look at you, he is just facing forward.

You slightly snuggle up to his chest, but just because it is freezing. You are starting to feel tired, closing your eyes, but still staying awake. You just need to rest your eyes a bit.

"I love you, (Y/N)."