Your eyes widen at his statement. Is he really capable of finding you anywhere? Or is he just saying it to scare you? Ugh, this is annoying. This man is indeed unpredictable.

"Well, is that so? Then I just go back to my native country.", you answer to his threat. Yoongi starts to grin dirtily and then whispers: "You mean (Y/Country)?" You look at him with big, shocked eyes. "And (Y/City)", he adds. 

"H-how do you know?", you stutter. He chuckles, touching your cheek and stroking it slightly. "As I told you, it's useless to run away." He then sits down next to you on the bed and you are unable to move, because you are too shocked. Yoongi begins to play with your hair. Well, at least what's left of it. 

"I should really punish you for leaving without me, but you are just looking stunning right now.", he whispers. You raise an eyebrow and say: "What do you mean, you should punish me? You almost choked me to unconsciousness." Yoongi begins to laugh brightly at what you said. "Oh babygirl, that was far away from that. I had just started~", he replies, still playing with your short hair. 

All of a sudden, he touches the sleeve of the hoodie, you are wearing. As he begins to roll it up, you groan in pain silently. Yoongi looks at your cut forearm and starts to smile. "It looks so beautiful...", he mumbles to himself. You quietly whisper back: "You really are crazy." He then looks deeply into your eyes and adds: "Crazy for you."

The two of you keep on staring into each others eyes until he decides to kiss you. He presses his lips onto yours, making an entrance with his tongue. His tongue begins to play with yours, but you don't respond and as he pulls away, he looks back at your forearm and starts to carefully kiss the cuts. You groan slightly due to the pain that comes with his touches. 

Yoongi stops and looks up at you: "Don't be afraid of me." You don't answer for some seconds, as you try to process what he just said. "How am I not supposed to be afraid of you? Look at what you've done to me!", you frown and hold your injured arm in front of his face. He looks down at the floor, his hair now hiding his face and you hear him mumble.

"You're mine."

"What?", you ask, not sure if you heared right. "YOU'RE MINE. OKAY?! I DO WHAT I WANT WITH YOU! YOU'RE MINE AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT, GOT IT?!", he snaps. Yoongi stands up and rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door. 

A few moments later you suddenly hear glass shattering from the bathroom. You get up and walk towards the door. "Yoongi, what happened?", you speak into the door, slightly knocking. 

No response. 

You try to open the door, but it's locked. "Hey, is everything okay?", you continue, because you got no answer. Suddenly the door opens quickly and Yoongi walks out of it, his eyes cold as ice and he closes the door as fast as he opens it, making sure you don't see what was going on in there. 

"Yoongi, what the fuck is going on?", you ask. But he walks straight towards his bed, not even looking at you. As you look at his back while he walks towards the bed you see something red dripping down from his hand onto the floor. 

You quickly catch up on him and grab his wrist. He turns around to look at you and tries to snatch away his hand, but you hold it tightly. You hold his hand up to your face and look at it. "Yoongi, it's completely bleeding. What the heck have you done?!" He is finally able to get his hand out of your grip and looks to the floor. "As if you'd care.", he just mumbles. You lean forward to try to look into his eyes. As you got a glance of it, he quickly turns his head. "What are you doing to me, (Y/N)..."

He grabs one of his T-shirts and wraps it around his wounded hand. He then goes to his bed and lays down, turning on the TV. You look at him a few seconds and then decide to check the bathroom. 

You freeze in the second you open the door and see the entire mirror shattered, broken glass spread on the floor and in between some blood. Was he really this mad at you? Or was he mad at... himself?

You close the door again and join Yoongi on the bed, laying down beside him and watching TV. His eyes are focused on the screen and you dare to take a look at his face, but you can't read any emotion from it. He is showing no feelings at all right now. This man is just unpredictable. 

You look back at the TV to watch some random drama, but suddenly Yoongi's phone interrups the silence. He checks his phone and let out an 'ugh' sound. "Who is it?", you have the guts to ask. Yoongi says under his breath: "Namjoon." You focus your attention back to the TV, trying not to intrude yourself into their chat conversation. 

"We are having a spontaneous live show tomorrow night at a music show."