3 Billion Dollars [Part 17] - G Dragon Mafia!AU
Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.
Genre: FLUFFY STUFF MAN FLUFFY STUFF
Warnings: swearing and suggestive thoughts
A/N: Sorry, this is extremely late.So part 18 will be out Monday, cause I apparently work better at night. I hope you guys like today’s Sin Sunday! It was my third attempt at smut and the first one that I have ever posted! I have another one, unholier one, on the way. Inbox is always open, please tell me what you think! Enjoy the chapter!
~ Admin Brooklyn
Ji Yong hadn’t left your side since then. He always held onto some part of you, and after what had happened, you didn’t care. You had stayed by his side, the grip on his hand tight as he led you down the comforting hallways you’ve grown to know. The now comforting walls of the hallway welcomed you back, and relief flooded your tense mind. You were home again.
“You’re gonna be sleeping in my room,” Ji Yong said. You looked up at him and nodded your head in understanding. He smiles down at you and pulls you closer to him. You lean into his chest, breathing in his scent. God, you missed it.
“I’m gonna stay with you too okay?” His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your skin lightly. You nod your head, not finding your voice at the moment. He kissed your forehead, bringing you a sense of security. He pushed open his bedroom door, walking in with you. You sat down the bed, Ji Yong standing right in front of you. “I’ll be right back baby girl, I’m just gonna grab an extra towel and stuff. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to shower.”
You nodded your head and watched as he left the room. It took a minute, but you let everything that happened soak in. You were drugged, sexually harassed twice, starved, beat, and threatened. People touched you in places you didn’t want to be touched, and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop them the first time they came in. You couldn’t protect yourself. All that training, for nothing.
Ji Yong opened the door, holding up a towel and a toothbrush. A small smile was on his face. “I got your tooth brush too-”
He stopped talking as he saw you crying. He rushed over to you, setting down the supplies on the side of the bed. He held your hand and cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”