It was nearly 1:30 am when I stumbled out of the pub, my head swirling with the remnants of laughter and music. The cool night air sharpened my senses, reminding me of the trouble I was in. I waved goodbye to my friends, their carefree shouts fading into the night as I made my way to the car, swaying slightly.
Just as I reached for the door handle, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," I slurred.
The man stepped back, his gaze sweeping over me. His smile broadened, revealing his teeth, and a predatory smile spread across his face. "Well, well. Look what we have here. You've had a bit too much to drink, haven't you? You shouldn't be driving like this."
I shook my head, feeling a mix of defiance and desperation. "I know. But I need to go home. Or Yoongi will be angry."
The amusement in his eyes shifted into something darker. He tilted his head, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Oh, so you're afraid of your boyfriend? He gets angry if you're late? Sounds like you need a… safer place to stay. Somewhere you don't have to worry about getting told off, right?"
My breath hitched. "No, Yoongi cares about me! He's just… protective."
He stepped closer, invading my space, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Protective, huh? Or does he just want to keep you locked up, away from everyone else? Think about it. You deserve to feel free, to enjoy your nights without worrying about some jealous boyfriend lurking in the shadows."
His words hit a nerve. I felt trapped. "You don't know him," I said, trying to sound stronger than I felt. "He cares about me!"
He chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. "Does he? Or does he just want to control you? You deserve better. You deserve to be free."
I took a step back, trembling. "I just need to get home," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.
"Why don't you let me help you?" His voice dripped with false charm. "I can make sure you get home safe… much safer than he can."
The weight of my choices crashed over me, mixing with the alcohol coursing through my veins. I took another step back. "Get away from me!"
He lunged forward, grabbing my arm. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. We can have some fun."
Panic surged. I yanked my arm free, stumbling backward. I scanned the dimly lit street for help. Where are my friends? The laughter from earlier felt like a distant memory, replaced by the chilling reality of being alone with a stranger who wanted to take advantage of my vulnerability. I need to escape.
"No, don't get my Love wrong," I stammered, trying to clear my mind. "He's... he cares about me."
The man chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Cares, huh? I bet he's into some controlling stuff, isn't he?"
I felt a tremor of uncertainty.
He noticed my hesitation. Leaning in, his voice dropped to a low whisper. "It's all right. You can admit it. You like it when he's in charge, don't you?" His hand gripped my hip.
"Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes, my breath hitching as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the intoxication of the moment.
His smile widened, his fingers trailing up and down my hip. "Good girl. You're just a good little submissive girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Yoongi…" I murmured, my voice laced with the intoxication of both alcohol and longing, mistaking him for the one I truly craved.
His laughter rumbled. "Oh, so I'm Yoongi now, huh? I like that." He moved closer, his body practically pressing against mine.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
"That's it. You like it when I whisper into your ear, don't you? You like it when I take control." His hand moved from my hip to my waist.
"I'm a good girl, Yoongi… just as you like me," I breathed, my head spinning, caught in the allure of the moment.
"Yes, you are my little doll. My little toy that I can play with however I want, whenever I want." His grip tightened. His lips grazed my neck.
Suddenly, the words "doll" and "toy" echoed in my mind. Yoongi would never say that. I shook my head, confusion and alarm rushing through me. This isn't Yoongi.
I snapped my eyes open, the fog of lust clearing. I pushed him away. "Hey, stop it! What are you doing? Who are you?"
The world felt surreal. I could see the disappointment in his face. He raised an eyebrow. "Hey now, come on. You were enjoying it."
I need to get home. I turned to my car, fumbling with the door. Unlock it, I thought, my mind foggy.
He watched, amusement in his eyes. Seeing my vulnerability, he grabbed my arm. "Hey, hey. Where are you going? You're too drunk to drive. Why don't you come with me instead?" His grip tightened. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe."
"Noo…" I murmured.
He laughed. He pinned me against the car door. "You're too drunk to make decisions. Just come with me; I'll take care of you."
His body pressed against mine. "No one's gonna notice if you just disappear for the night, right? You're all alone, drunk, and vulnerable. Just come with me." His breath was hot against my skin. "You won't even have to worry about getting back by the deadline. Just relax." His hands wandered. "You look so good in this outfit. Makes me want to take you right here, right now."
I shook my head. "Please, let me go! I want to get back home!"
His smile widened. "Why should I? You're too drunk. You need someone to take care of you. I can take care of you. Just come with me."
"Nooo… Noo… don't even think of anything funny," I stammered.
He chuckled. "What's the matter? Are you scared? I can give you so much more than Yoongi ever could. Just give in, just come with me. I'll make you feel so good."
The world began to blur. Yoongi… his warmth, his laughter, his safety.I'm not a toy.
I took a shaky step back. "Get away from me!" I shouted. I have to get home, to Yoongi, the one who truly cared for me, to the love that was not about control but about trust.