BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Rapmonster: Criminal

Rapmonster's POV:
Sweat rolls down my temple as my hand trembles from an adrenaline rush.

"She's on the roof!" I practically scream into the microphone.

"Sir, she's too fast, we can't catch her!" One of my men huffed through through intercom. A deep growl escapes my throat as I abruptly stand from my chair. My coworkers cower in fear at my sudden aggression. I stalk towards the hanger and rip my Trench coat off.

"I'll do it." My jaw is tight as suddenly my brain wires itself to find out different strategies to capture this strange criminal. The gun clicks into place in the holster and I slam the door behind me.

I lose count of the steps that seem to fly under my feet as I ascend to the top floor. Coat trailing behind, it looks as if I am floating to the top. My eyebrows knit with concentration thinking about how this girl will be like. Will she plan to attack me once I reach the roof? Hide? Run? Shoot me? I load the magazine into the gun, as if the hand pistols swallows the bullets whole, eager to spit them out again as I pull the trigger.

It's not what I expect

When I reach the top, a cold chill hits me. Through the dim lighting of surrounding buildings all I make out is a small frame of a woman, leaning over the ground and gripping her stomach. She wears a black cardigan and combat boots, a gun left beside her and three knives on her thigh strap. She seems to notice me and smiled, despite the wind blowing her hair into her mouth.

"I finally caught you, (y/n)." I howl with the wind and I stalk towards her. A weird feeling scratches at the back of my skull, it is as if she is like this on purpose. She only responds by using her free hand to point a gun at me. I shake my head.

"Sir!" My earpiece snaps at me and I grunt with pain. I twist my head to the side and grab the earpiece.

"Not now, Wilson." I grunt. "I'm dealing with her." My eyes never leave her hers as she only smirks at me.

The woman on the ground laughs, then coughs, blood splattering on the pavement as she heaves once, twice. Each recovering with a painful wheeze.

"Namjoonie..." She whispers.

"Don't call me that." I cock the gun and aim it at her head. Eyes filled with hatred and disgust, I still felt a twinge of regret of what this lady has become. "You lost the right to call me Namjoonie years ago."

"Ah yes..." (Y/n) meets her eyes with mine and she closes them. "I almost forgot."

"Did you get her sir?" Wilson yells into my earpiece again and I rip it off from my head, throwing it on the ground before smashing it under my foot. She stares at the sequence before chuckling light heartedly.

"You were always an angry man."

"I still am." The gun in my hand makes its way to her forehead. A point Blanc range. I am ready for this. To kill her. The one who abandoned me.

She gives me a long look, before releasing a long sigh. The grip of the gun in her hand is shaky, and she suddenly lets go of it. It makes a loud thud as it hits the ground, a light groan escaping her lips as she suddenly loses energy.

"I'm done." She whimpers and shakes her head. Her lips tremble with submission and I cock my head to the side. Is she surrendering?

"You're under arrest for helping in murder, thievery and drug dealing." I tighten my grip of the gun. Eyes hardening once again.

And for betraying me, you wench.

She leans close, her face only inches from mine and the hand on her stomach suddenly lets go and travels to my head wipes away something. A tear? Since when did I release my tears for this woman? Her hand travels along my jaw and cups my cheeks. She leans close, pain evident on her paling features. Her blood smears onto my face before encrusting itself by the wind.