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

Your eyes immediately shut open and you look at him, but he still keeps on facing forward as if nothing happened. You can't comprehend what he just said. He has never said it before. Well, you already knew that he loves you in his crazy kind of way, but still. You don't say anything and just keep on looking at him. It really scares you, he seems more unpredictable than ever.

You eventually reach the dorm again and he tries to open the front door while still carrying you. You arrive at his apartment and he lays you down on the bed carefully and puts your bag on the floor. Yoongi goes to his dresser and changes himself to comfortable clothes and takes one extra shirt, handing it to you. You promised to still wear his clothes when sleeping. Why does he even want that? You got your own clothes with you now.

You don't want to get up, so you just change in his bed. He has already seen you in your bra several times. But when you remove your hoodie, Yoongi looks at you in a really weird way. He crawls onto the bed and then towards you. You try to back up but your back already hits the bed frame. You can't identify the way he looks at you right now. He has never looked at you that way before.

He stops right in front of you and starts to examine your upper body with his eyes. "W-what is all that...?", he asks worried while pointing at the bandages and the bruises. You frown and answer annoyed: "What the heck?! That was all yo---" Before you could finish you feel a sharp pain on your cheek as he slapped you once again.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!"

You look at him with widened eyes and he breathes heavily. He has so many emotions in his eyes right now: anger, sadness, hatred, fear and... love? Yoongi is extremely unstable by now and you just realize how dangerous this is for you.

You have to do something to calm him down before he completely snaps. You move your hand towards his head and start to pat it carefully, afraid of touching him. His breath got slower and he seems to relax.

You get your hand off of him again and finally put the shirt on. Yoongi moves to his bedside and stares at the ceiling, completely spaced out. You use it to undress your jeans and lay down. You are so exhausted by now and just want to sleep.

Yoongi seems to be back to reality and lays down next to you as well now. "Hand.", he whispers. You sigh and give him your hand to hold it. This is still better than the handcuffs. And that is your last thought before falling asleep.

(time skip)

You wake up and don't see Yoongi on the other side of the bed. He comes out of the kitchen, fully dressed. "I gotta leave now, I'll be back in the afternoon or evening.", he says while putting on his shoes. When he is done, he comes towards you and you see him having handcuffs in his hand and you sigh annoyed.

"Don't do anything stupid.", he threatens while tying you to the bedframe. A shiver runs down your spine at the threatful words, he said with a deep and raspy voice. He leaves the room, locking the front door.

At that moment you look to your side and see your bag still lying on the floor right next to the bed. You reach out your free arm and try to grab it. "Ugh, so close.", you whisper. Your wrist already hurts as you lean your entire weight to the side, trying to reach the bag.

You are finally able to get it and you lift it onto the bed, making it lay on you lap. This time you are prepared. You didn't just walk into your bathroom for the pads/tampons, but you also took some bobby pins with you, not for your hair of course.

You find one in the bag and take it out. You try to hold and form it with just one free hand and you are somehow able to do it. You move the bobby pin to the lock of the handcuffs and it takes you some attempts, but eventually you are able to open it. In the moment your wrist is freed you mumble to yourself: "(Y/N), you are just too fucking smart."

You put your jeans and hoodie on and now walk towards the front door of the apartment. This one takes you even longer to open, but you are still successful. At the moment you open the door you feel really satisfied with yourself. You walk one step out of the apartment and instandly see someone you would have expected the least.

"(Y/N)! Come on, quick!"