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[thekpopaus]

Series Yoongi, Chapter Two

Series Yoongi, Chapter Two

Word Count: 2000-ish

Warnings: Language maybe, violent images, violent flashbacks, mention of the selling of people, domestic abuse

There’s a lot of another characters background in this chapter but I promise its important to the actual story! Hope you guys like it. Also Idk if any of ya’ll like NCT, but like can Ten and Taeyong stop pls. I can’t handle either of them. One minute ur convinced they’re sweet bby angels and then Baby Don’t Stop comes out and its like not today Satan.

 Ch. 1

“Wait, you said mates are like soulmates so that means I have to be with you for the rest of my life? I don’t even know you! You could still turn out to be just like them. Why should I trust you let alone want to be with you?” I don’t know what this guy, or wolf rather, wants with me, this could just be another mind game, like the vampires always used to screw with my head.

“There are instances where the mate rejects the wolf. I won’t go into detail because I don’t want you to let that rule your decision. I want you to do what will make you feel safe. If that means leaving here, then so be it. I will help you on whatever way I can, and I’ll leave you alone and you can live your life with this behind you. But I can’t guarantee your safety. If you stay I will protect you with my life, and so would the rest of the pack should something happen to me. I know you’re scared and this is all new, but I want to take care of you and if you let me, I promise you, you will never want for anything and no one will hurt you again. Christ, it took everything I had in me to let Seokjin help bandage your wounds without ripping his head off. Point is, this was your fate to end up here with me, and I swear on my life that I will make it worth going through what you did to get here.” He spoke with such conviction it almost made me believe him.

“I just need to think about all of this. I’m confused and I’m very nervous and I just don’t know what to do.” He nodded, already getting up off the floor.

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I’ll send up Kara with some food for you. She’s Namjoon's mate. If you need anything just call for one of us and we'll come. Talk to Kara. She was in a similar situation when we found her. She will probably have some advice for you. She went through this decision already so she will understand and try to help you.” I nodded, sort of relieved that I would have someone that has been in my shoes. I still feel nervous, because it could be a trap, but glad that I don’t have to deal with another wolf.

He turned to leave, and just before he shut the door I called out to him, “What’s your name?”

“Yoongi” I nodded again, and he closed the door behind him.

I settled back on the bed and laid the curtain rod next to me. Someone knocked on the door a little while later and I reached for my makeshift weapon.

A dark-haired woman poked her head in, “Y/N? I’m Kara! I brought you some dinner, is it okay if I come in?”

“You’re by yourself, right? There aren’t any wolves with you?” She shook her head and nudged the door open enough to come in.

“We weren’t sure what you liked so we made some rice and noodles and there are some scrambled eggs here as well. I know you probably haven’t eaten in a long time but you need to eat slowly so you don’t upset your stomach.” She set a tray on the table beside the bed and sat down next to me.

“Yoongi said you’re very reluctant to speak with him and you said you’re confused?”

“Yes. It’s a lot to take in and I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can trust you, let alone a bunch of werewolves.”

“Here, you eat and I’ll tell you my story. Maybe it will help you understand a little. I was very little when I realized my parents were into some very bad things. When I was seven, there was a man that knocked on the door and when I answered, he pushed me into the house and held a gun to my head. I started screaming for my parents and when they finally came running into the room, he started demanding money. He kept saying that they owed him millions of dollars and that if they didn’t pay him he would kill me. What scared me was not so much the man holding me hostage, it was the look on my parents faces. It wasn’t terror, it wasn’t sadness, it didn’t even look like they gave a shit what happened to me. They begged and pleaded sure, but it didn’t take a genius to see what they really cared about, keeping this guy, whoever he was, on their side. The man finally let me go after my parents promised the man to have his money by the next week. I went upstairs, and my parents never came and talked to me, or explained, didn’t apologize at all. They acted like it never happened. I was obviously very shaken and upset. After that, nothing really happened. I almost forgot about that incident and the next eight years passed and I felt like a normal kid, going to school, thinking about getting a job, crushing on boys, things a normal teenager would do. My parents pretty much ignored me and I didn’t really interact with them either. I knew they could give a shit less about me so I just lived my own life.” She pauses and sighs before continuing, “I came home one day, and there were a bunch of strange men in the living room, talking to my parents. I walked in, and my poor excuse for a mother walked over to me smiling and started talking about how beautiful I was and how I would grow up to be a trophy wife. These men were all twice my age, at least, and were all looking at me like rabid dogs. What happened after that is blurry, mostly because I was just in shock.”

She leans back on the bed, and it looks like she’s holding back tears, “My parents gave me to a mafia leader, to pay off their debts to him. They took me to their mansion and forced me to do housework. I had to cook and clean and make beds and the like. They told me once I was 18 I would be auctioned off to someone who would marry me. I was lucky no one there took advantage of me, but I guess they had some common decency to leave me be. As soon as I was 18, I was taken to a sort of underground black market. They would negotiate contracts, and sell everything and anything, from Ivory to weapons to people there. I was put up on the auction block where I was advertised for these people the same way my parents advertised me before, a beautiful trophy wife. I was sold off to the highest bidder, I can’t even remember for how much, and he took me home and we signed the marriage papers. He expected me to still do housework when I wasn’t wearing skintight dresses and clinging to his arm. He didn’t expect me to have sex with him at first, he had other women for that, but once he started drinking, he was the worst. If I told him no, he would hit me, if I pushed him away he would beat me so badly I couldn’t see because my face was so swelled up. The longer I was with him, the more he drank and the more violent he became. I dealt with it for four years because I had no where else to go. It got to the point that I just figured it would be better to die alone somewhere than let that bastard kill me. So, one night after he was done beating me, I snuck out and made a run for it. I ran into the woods and didn’t look back. I ran and ran until the sun started to come up, and then I allowed myself to rest. I sat down next to a tree and passed out. When I woke up I was in a bed, in a strange room. I thought he had found me and I panicked and tried to run. One of them caught me and I started fighting, trying to get away from him. I was too weak to do much, and I eventually just couldn’t even pick my arms up to hit him. He sat me down and told me he wasn’t going to hurt me. He asked what had happened to me. So, I told him my story. He explained to me what he was, what his friends were, and he told me about mates. I was overwhelmed, just as you are now. I didn’t even believe he was a werewolf, I mean those things only existed in books and movies. It took me months to come around to the idea of even staying here, let alone staying with Namjoon. All that time though, he waited for me to make a decision. He never pushed me or tried to change my mind or sway my opinion. Not once. Yoongi is even more patient than Namjoon is. I’ve gotten to know him very well over the four years that I’ve been here with them. It’s all he’s ever wanted was to meet his mate. He told me he’s afraid you’ll reject him, but he wouldn’t blame you if you did. I want you to make your own choice here, but I encourage you to at least give it some time here. You’ll come to trust every single one of the wolves in this house, and I know it seems like you won’t, I know you just want to get away from all of this, but I promise you, if you stay and give Yoongi a chance, you wont regret it. Werewolves live for their mates. Namjoon always puts my safety and happiness over his own, and I know that Yoongi will do that and more for you. I hope maybe some of this will help you feel a little more at home here. All of us here just want what is best for you. Just think about sticking around okay?”

I nodded, hoping that eventually I would feel at home here, just as she does. “Can you see if Yoongi will come up here? I need to talk to him.” She smiled at me and took the now empty plate with her, “I’ll send him up, Y/N.”

“Thank you Kara, for telling me all of that. I know it must be hard for you to talk about.”

“It’s not as bad as it used to be. I know that it is all behind me now and that I’m safe here, so it doesn’t bother me as much. You’re welcome though. I really hope it helps you.”

She closed the door behind her, and I settled back on the bed. She had given me a lot to think about. The way she spoke about her history, I can believe every word she said. If that’s how she feels now, maybe I can feel safe and happy in a few years with Yoongi.

There was another knock on the door, and I didn’t feel the need to reach for my curtain rod. Yoongi stepped into the room, and he looked like he was nervous. “Kara said you wanted to talk to me?” He scratched the back of his neck and I wondered if that was a nervous habit of his.

“Kara told me about what happened to her. I think, if its okay with you, I think I should stay for a while and maybe see if you aren’t as bad as you seem. Just maybe for a few weeks or something.” He smiled at me, and I think maybe, if I get to see that every day, it might be worth staying for a little while.