Y O U   CHOSE YOUR  F A T E.

DID  Y O U  MAKE THE RIGHT  C H O I C E S?

YOUR POV

"I-I think I should listen to them, Yuon. Even if it's risky-" "[M/N], are you serious!? After what they've done to you? To me!?" Yuon rambled, clearly upset with complying to their pleas. "I-I know it's dumb, but-" I began, but was interrupted, once again, by Yuon. "Are you kidding me right now, [M/N]!? Come on! I know you're smarter than this!" Yuon began to fall desperate to convince me to escape.

But my curiosity got the best of me.

"Yuon, I-I'm sorry, but I just have to know."  I murmured, removing my hand from his grasp. Honestly, I know I should've listened to him. I mean- They were literally plotting of killing my friend with benefits, just so they could keep me for themselves. Maybe I'm not in the right state of mind to be choosing my own decisions.

But nonetheless, I did.

"[M/N], NO!" Yuon cried out as soon as I revealed myself to the seven boys, who seemed to be awaiting my grand appearance. "Look who decided to show up?" Jungkook taunted, with lace of venom trailed into his voice. What happened to my innocent little Kookie? He had bags under his big brown eyes, and his adorable bunny smile now twisted into a devilish grin.

I gulped, watching Jimin prance up to me, observing my every stifle movement. "Baby boy, why'd you leave us?" Jimin began to dig his nails into my shoulder, causing me to wince from the sharpness from his nails. "W-what do you guys want from me?" I whispered, but loud enough for them to hear.

A deep chuckle erupted from Namjoon's throat, so I glanced in his direction, skeptical of the expression of joy that scattered across the seven males' faces. "Isn't it obvious by now, [M/N]?" Hoseok tilted his head, shooting me with a quizzed expression. I felt the grip of Jimin's nails dig further down into my skin as Hoseok tilted my chin up, where I was staring directly face to face with the male.

"You belong to us, [M/N]." Namjoon stated, pulling out a cigarette from his leather jacket, puffing out the intoxicating smoke into the air. "Ha! Says who?" I laughed, rather obnoxiously. Namjoon inhaled as much nicotine as possible, before he blew out. A stream of smoke following him along as he suddenly mentioned, "Do you remember the contract that we designated you to sign before you were accepted here?"

I stared at Namjoon, with a puzzled expression on my face as I disregarded the question, stating, "Yeah, but I was given a thorough run-down of the packet. There's no information I could had possibly missed-" "That's where you're wrong, [M/N]." Yoongi rudely interrupted me, causing me to glare in his direction. "Darling, those documents that you signed, basically gave us ownership of your well-being." Jin explained, with a wicked expression plastered on his face.

I stared at them, with a horrified expression on my face. They were psychopaths! Fear began to swell up inside of me as I began to strategies my way out of Jimin's grasp, so I can manage to run back to Yuon, and leave. And for this to work, I need to act this out precisely. "B-but why me!?" I shouted, frustrated with the situation I was in, with an enraging anger building from within.

"Oh, you weren't the first." I saw Taehyung, with a cold expression on his face as he came closer from withing the circle. I literally gagged at the thought of how many innocents became tortured sex slaves. 

Almost like some Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit.

"H-How many?" I stammered on my words, making eye contact with the mullet-haired male. "...You wouldn't want to know, trust me." Okay, I really need to leave before I end up like those girls. "W-what did you do to the girls after they became... Useless?" I stalled a bit further, looking over at the vent in the corner of my eye. Luckily, he was still waiting for me. "We throw things out that soon become useless." Jungkook growled, with a menacing look in his eyes, which shot a shiver down my spine. 

"What did you do to those girls!?" I yelled, despite the raging fear in my chest. "We. Got. Rid. Of. Them." Jungkook repeated himself, but with a more threatening tone. I felt tears well up in my eyes. For the sake of their reputation, they decided to murder to erase the tracks of those who stood in their way. My breathing hitched, and my heart beat raced. With haste, I headbutted Jimin from behind, causing him to stumble over, muttering some incoherent words.

"YUON, START GOING!" I shouted, running past the boys, and into the vent. The boys called for me to come back, but I never looked back and ventured forward. "You're fucking crazy, [M/N]. I was so damn scared!" Yuon rambled, once we escaped the vents. I could still hear the boys frantic footsteps, so I began to drag Yuon as he continued with scolding me.

"What if they actually got you, and you got yourself hurt!? Or even worse, k-" I cut him off by enveloping my lips onto his own, sharing a passionate kiss with the male. The kiss was short, but it was able to make the two of us breathless. "Yuon, I love you." I declared nonchalantly, before continuing to make our way out of the rugged, run down house. "Are you serious?" Yuon mumbled, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I could tell that he felt embarrassed with my sudden confession, but at that moment, I was more positive than ever. "Yes Yuon, I love you. Now, can we please focus on leaving this dump, so that why we don't end up dying?" I joked, but Yuon didn't find my sense of humor a laughing matter at the moment. I then decided to keep my track of mind on leaving, so my motives were sharp, and I was focused on finding the nearest exit.

It seems that the boys scattered to various areas, because footsteps were scattered to different areas among the house. "Okay [M/N], the exit is right over there, but Namjoon is blocking the exit, so we need to create a diversion." Yuon whispered softly, his breath tickling my ear. I nodded, observing the area to find a tool that could create a distraction.

"Yuon, I got something!" I gasped at the thought, tip toeing to the glass silverware. I smirked mischievously, pulling Yuon along with me to an unseen corner before throwing the glass, with it shattering as soon as it made contact with the ground. Probably from the amount of unexpected force I used to launch it as far away as possible from the door.

Namjoon seemed to noticed this, so he decided to run over to the shattered glass to check it out. Right on cue, Yuon and I busted down the door, alarming everyone in the house to follow along, so we sprinted to the vehicle that Yuon had purposely left unseen. Yuon quickly started up the engine, noticing the boys running up, with great speed towards the car. I immediately knew that they weren't playing games, once I saw Jungkook's switchblade. 

As soon as the engine started to hum, Yuon hot tailed it out of this deserted area, and as far away from them as possible. I heard them shouting curses at the two of us as we made our escape towards freedom, but the faintest shout was something that was left engraved into my head, with my paranoia now never-ending.

"You can never escape us, [M/N]!"

EPILOGUE

It has been two years since the incident with the Bangtan boys, and I am now a happy couple with Yuon and our baby bunny, Jyushi, in our own house, away from Seoul. I had began to start going to private consoling sessions because of my new phobia from the experience, which was Agoraphobia. I also started to visit my aunt more often, attending more of her therapeutic sessions as well. I'd say that I was on the start of becoming a better person, with a simplistic, but happy life. Leaving my past behind me, and starting fresh.

"Hey, babe, nice to see you. How was the auditions?" I greeted Yuon, kissing his cheek softly as he seemed eager to share the exciting news. "[M/N], I got the role!" He cheered, spinning me around in his arms, causing us to burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh my gosh, congrats, Yuon! We'll definitely be celebrating tonight!" I pump him up, causing him to gush. "Pizza?" I looked over at him, only to see him shooting me down with his puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, pizza."

Yuon grinned at my response, leaving cute little kisses all over my face, causing me to laugh. "Okay, Yuon, I get that you're happy!" I shoo him away, causing him to pout. "Hey, I just wanna show you my love!" Yuon huffed, attempting to make me feel guilty, which it really did not do anything. "Oh stop your whining, Yuon. We can do that later tonight~" I teased him flirtatiously, causing him to lick his lips seductively.

"Why not right now?" Yuon whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, as I heard the doorbell ring. "That's why." I poked his nose, swaying my hips side to side, before opening the door. I looked to see an envelope. Hesitantly, grabbed the envelope, closed the door, and made my way to Yuon, holding him out the letter. "Here, it's for you, babe." He grabbed the envelope, opening it, and read the letter.

The room was silent as fear began to spread across his face. "[M/N]..." He began, looking up at me. Tears began to peak at the corners of his eyes. I rushed over to him, holding his face in my hand, wiping away his tears as he kissed me ever so softly. I kissed back without hesitation, as Yuon held me in his arms. "We have to leave South Korea, [M/N]. It's like they know our every move, a-and I couldn't bear them hurting you." Yuon stated softly. I was scared, knowing that he was talking about Bangtan.

Yuon reassured me by squeezing my hand gently. I sighed, looking into Yuon's eyes deeply as he declared, "No matter what happens, [M/N]. Or for however long they plan to follow you, [M/N], I will protect you." Memories of the chase flashed in my mind, and previous phrases were mentioned, but they began to fade just by Yuon's words.

"Yuon, I love you."

"I love you too, [M/N]."

TRUE ENDING