BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jhope: Stalker pt. 1

It was that same boy again.

That same man who followed me everywhere.

The classroom, the park, even at my bedroom window.

Of course he didn't appear at night.

But it still made me scared.

Why couldn't he go away?

I hid behind my locker door again, trying my best to hide my face and my true intentions. The mirror in my locker  caught my eye as I turned to see its content.

He was still there. Behind the pillar, staring unwavering as countless students walked by, oblivious by his stalkerish actions. I squeezed my eyes shut, anxiety and nervousness building in the pits of my stomach. My breathing began to build a fast pace as my heart drummed in my chest. I reached for my textbook on the top shelf. Confidently knowing that if I pulled it out, it wouldn't cause my water bottle in front of it to topple and fall.

My mistake.

It did a 360 rotation before tipping off the shelf and falling towards my face. I closed my eyes as it seemed to get bigger and bigger in my vision.

But nothing hit it.

I heard a clatter somewhere beside me and I turn to the source of the noise. It was my pink contigo (tm) water bottle bouncing and rolling aimlessly before halting to a stop.

An eyebrow went up in confusion before turning the other way to see that strange tall man right beside me. His hand extended in front of my face.

I shrieked and darted back. My texting dropping with a thunderous clap of noise as a surge of panic rose to my throat.

"Sorry about that. You know, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." His brown hair obscured his eyes, but I could see a bright smile and sharp nose raised in the air with amusement.

I couldn't say anything, but inside I was building contempt for this guy. "Thanks?" I shrugged before reaching down for my textbooks.

"Here. Allow me." He immediately leaned forward, placing a hand on mine and pushing it away. He quickly gathered my belongings and held it in front of my face.

"Here."

"What do you want?" My tone was harsh and interrogating. He only widened his eyes with confusion before returning back to his smirking state. I aggressively grabbed the textbooks from his arms and stood up. He did the same.

However he was leaning very close in to me. I frowned, my pride suddenly feeling threatened.

"My name is Hoseok." He extended his hand. I didn't accept (seeing that my hands were full of textbooks). His mouth parted slightly to lick his lips before eyeing me. I glared at him back.

"Okay." I started slowly. A suddenly rush of adrenaline pumping. I knew this guy was bad business.

"Thanks for helping me-"

"(Y/n) listen to me..."

"How did you know my name?"

Things were getting creepier and a chill suddenly crept up my spine. He looked a little stuck before replying something. I intervened first, hoping to get it out of my mouth.

"Hoseok, stop following me. Don't deny it. I see you everywhere."

He reeled back with shock, he turned around and scanned the area before turning back to me.

"I think you have the wrong person. I'm not stalking you. I was walking down the hall when I noticed you and your water bottle."

"You were standing behind that pillar." I raised an eyebrow. I gestured to the pillar behind me and told him how I see him everywhere. "It's not funny, Hoseok. I might just call the cops on you."

His eyes were full of emotion. I scanned his eyes. Sadness? Confusion? Anger? Did I trigger him?

His look suddenly darkened.

"(Y/n), please you have to listen to me."

I suddenly gasped as I was pushed back by his torso, my back hitting the lockers behind me and his head leaning in. His breath ticked my face and dried my eyes, but I didn't dare blink in the presence of him.

"Who are you?" I whimpered weakly, suddenly afraid and reaching for my phone in my pocket. His hand went to mine and stopped me. His brown eyes pierced into my (e/c) ones. He went to my left ear, letting out a low whisper.

"I'm not your stalker." He looked to the side before whispering again, his voice rising goosebumps along my skin as he carelessly drags his lips across the skin of my neck.

"But you really need to shut everything in your house tonight."
...

From that moment, he left me dumbfounded with a messy locker and an empty school. I glanced at the clock before I stopped breathing for a second.

"Ahh! I'm late for curfew!"

I ran off from the foyer after packing my bag and into the setting sun, hoping to run home in time for my parents.

Little did I know a figure watching me from the corner of the building.

...

"Mom! I'm home!" I yell as I stepped through the door. There was an odd silence, except a ticking from the grandfather clock.

I tried again.

"Dad?"

Tick tick tick.

The lights were on upstairs. Maybe my mom was showering and didn't hear me.

But there was no running water.

I darted my head into the kitchen to see a half cut onion and two kitchen knives gone. I gasped lightly and felt a chilly breeze in the house.

The window was open and I decided to reach up and close it. The curtains flapped aimlessly before halting and going dead as the window snapped shut.

Shut everything in your house tonight. I shivered before turning on my heels to creep upstairs.

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled again, suddenly startled by the shakiness of my voice. I walk to the master bedroom to see the bathroom light on and the sound of a shower running. I squinted my eyes and my heart threatened to burst out of my chest with a rapid rate.

"Mom...dad...?" I tried weakly again before turning the corner and looking into the bathroom to find a horrendous scene before me.

Both parents, arms mangled in awkward and impossible positions stared lifelessly at me while on their backs off the curtain pole of the shower. Blood flowed out of them like meat for slaughter and their mouths open in a silent eternal scream. Both mom and dads blood washed down the drain as the shower head continued to spray and slip the evidence down the drain.

My lungs were at their capacity as I released a blood curling yell and backed away from the bathroom. I halted suddenly when my back collided with something hard.

A chest.

What...

I see the arms wrap around my stomach before squeezing in tight. A knife held in one of the hands in front of me before wit was pointed towards my stomach. The head of the body leaned on my shoulder as i stood in shock. I managed to catch a sharp nose and an insane smile.

Was this Hoseok? Oh no...

"Oh yes..." A deep yet melodic voice rumbled and vibrated trough my shoulder, as if reading my mind.

"It's your turn now."