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"If you ask 'are we there yet' one more time I will break your jaw." Yoongi sneers at me.

"Is this... a challenge?" I smirk, glancing to him slowly.

Sighing loudly for probably the fifth time since we've gotten in his car, he hits the breaks and stops us in the middle of the empty long stretch of road that's in the middle of nowhere. He deadpans to me and I take my chance to speak facts one last time.

"If you break my jaw then how will I give you the succ?" I pout and his eyebrows raise.

🥺👅

"The only thing you're going to suck on is this." He grits out in the middle of grabbing something from inside his cargo pants' pocket.

"Oops, not that." He says, dropping the handcuffs into the back seat, "Wrong thing." He says again, tossing a taser back as well, "Definitely not this either." He flicks open his pocket knife.

I raise a brow as he digs for gold in his other pockets until he whips out what he was searching for.

"There it is!" He grins while adjusting whatever it is, "Open wide, babygirl." He chuckles and I shrug, doing as he says because I'm Y/n- of course he wouldn't kill off the main character.

Placing the ball gag into my mouth, he tightens the leather strap behind my head before patting the top of my head.

"Good girl, you listen well."

"Ah an isen oo y-oo ahh ay ayee." I beam with bright eyes.

"Don't speak, you sound like you're four." He turns my face back to the front and I pull out my phone to type what I was trying to say.

I shove the phone his way so he can read what I typed.

i can listen to you all day daddy!👅👅🗣🤩😏😳😳😩😩😩🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻

He deletes what I wrote in my notes app and types something back before handing it to me.

i will break your ankles and sell your organs on the deep web 🤩🤩🤩🗣🗣👀👀👅👅😌😌😌😏😏😏

(A/N: Sangwoo can relate to snapping ankies 😳)

I take a piece of hair and twirl it while batting my lashes to him as if his text was flirty but he just shakes his head in disapproval and starts driving again.

"Nothing scares you, does it?" He rhetorically asks but I make sure to answer him with another text in my notes app.

only how big that pee wee probably is😩 rip me in two sir 🥺

He scratches his face to try to cover the laugh he's holding in after looking at what I wrote.

"Oh, right. I forgot that I'll be needing this, thank you very much." He snatches my phone away with his greasy lil criminal hands and pulls off to the side of the road.

He rolls down my window before he gets out and comes to my side, bending down to show my phone dangling in his fingers.

"This- this phone will be tracked for sure. In that case," He drops it and stomps one combat boot onto it, "I have to break it and dispose of it. Same with all of the other electronics you brought that can be tracked like your laptop which will have to be disposed of as well." He removes his foot and my phone is in a million pieces.

I throw him two thumbs up as he collects the pieces and the memory card that he snaps in half. He sees that I'm not freaking out like how he assumed I would because phone = life so he leans down next to my open window and grins to me.

"You learn fast and are pretty obedient, hm? For now you get a gold star but maybe later you'll get a reward." He boops my nose and gets back into the car, dumping the phone remains into one of his pockets.

The window rolls back up and he continues driving while I proceed to maladaptive daydream the rest of the ride.

Finally, Mr. Criminal pulls into a wooded area but the pathway is all neat, cut grass.

A Lamborghini in the woods? Okay then...

Continuing on for about twenty minutes, he finally pulls onto a strip of smooth cement that the car can drive easily on again and after ten minutes of being on that, he pulls up to a very large gate. He presses a button on his key ring and the gate opens up automatically. Driving us in and shutting it, he pulls around a circular round-about driveway that's in front of his own mansion, practically bigger than my own.

"Am." I choke out, trying to say damn and he shushes me while taking the gag off.

"Ew. You drool like a dog." He cringes at the drooled on ball gag.

"If you need a dog I can bark. I'll also sit on your lap and play with you a lot." I wink.

He stares at me with a straight face so I clear my throat.

"I meant that in a sexual way if you didn't underst- "

"Yeah, I got it." He huffs and gets out to let me out on my side since he had put the child lock on, "I like kittens more, anyways." He runs his tongue along his bottom lip.

"Do that again." I perk up at how SEXY he just was but daddy master sir ignores me and proceeds to grab my arm, whipping me out of his car.

"Here." He tosses a bag full of money to me, "Let's carry everything in and then I'll show you to your own room."

Once we enter and set everything down, he wordlessly pulls me by my wrist around his huge mansion and I stare at the sleek black, white and red decor that covers the rooms. He opens doors as we go and keeps sighing, getting fed up with something. Once we get to the last room in that hallway, he shuts the door slowly and sulks while turning to me as if he's in pain from what he just saw.

"You need to be on your best behavior tonight." He grips my shoulders, sternly.

"Why?" I furrow my brow as he turns me around and shoves me forward so that I walk back the way we came.

"None of the spare bedrooms have mattresses or anything to sleep on since I've always lived alone here. So with that being said... you'll have to sleep in my room tonight." He says almost as if he's nervous, "Only because I can't trust you on my expensive fancy couches. Plus you might break something out there."

"Oh my God, a sleepover with a criminal!" I gasp, a smile on my face.

"No."

"Can I cuddle you?"

"No, just keep walking."

"I'll give you good night kisses too, you're cranky and need them."

"Touch me and you'll wake up bald."

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