BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

V: Secrets

Another Requested. Thanks for all your support. I'll trying my best to finish all this writing with all the work and things I need to get done!

Warnings: the usual

Your POV:

One questions rings in your head over and over in the dark night is the town: why did you decide to go to that stupid party? Sure that hot man from your school would be there, but now you regretted it. He didn't even notice you! Paying for the consequences, your arms wrap around your shoulders, trying to rub goosebumps away as a chill blows by.

The watch on your wrists suddenly rings, signalling the 2nd morning hour of the new day. You take a turn into the dark ally, explicit imaginations and ideas of what happens in these types of locations clouds your mind and your eyes as you don't focus what's ahead of you.

"Hey! Give it back!" A voice startled your suddenly and your heals stop clattering on the ground. "They'll come for you!" You creep towards the nearby wall, eyes focused on the side of building. What you see dawns a horrified look on your face.

You see a man kneeling down infront of another, gun pointed to his head. In the hands of the man holding the gun lies a wad of cash in his vice grip.

"You cheated me. So this is payback." The man with the gun licks his lips and squeezes the trigger.

BANG!

You let out a squeal before sharply whirling around and pressing your back against the wall. All is silent, except for the pounding and the slight ringing in your ears. Unable to move for a while, you reach your hand towards your face, noticing the trembles of each and every finger. A shaky breath escapes your lips and you turn against the wall again to peer, noticing a dead body and the meaning of blood, but that was it.

"Eves dropper," someone smirks behind you. Even before your eyes widen with surprise a hand slithers to cup your mouth and prevent you from screaming. The force shoves you back and you land into something hard. A pair of lips make their way to your ear and you shut your eyes. Your body is tense, arms shoving behind you but the force that seems to restrains you only holds you tighter.

"I wonder how a cute one like you could be out this dangerous at night."

"None of your business, pervert." You say out loud, feeling brave, but know that your voice was meek and weak. He shoves you around and turns to look at you. Images of murderers psychopaths are come with a ugly face, but this one seemed the exact opposite.

His babyish face harmonized with this smirking yet innocent eyes. He did seem extremely clean, and smelt of warm vanilla. Your stare at get lost in his eyes and he gives you an inquisitive look, shaking you out of dreamland.

"A girl out is still a girl out." He shakes his head and you become furious. Anger building from head to toe and you accidentally head butting him. With a loud thwack your head causes his nose to bleed and lets you go. His hand travels to him nose and he begins to cuss at you.

"Fuck. Bitch! You shouldn't have stood there, he immediate gave you a darker look and like a cornered bunny, you begin to back up into the wall behind you.

The murderer. He's going to kill me. Bye life.

"Now, now, naughty girl." His voice is low and extremely deep. Suddenly you are pushed against the wall, heading cracking against the brick and passing out. Your consciousness taken away as quickly as the flick off of a light.
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The smell of a fragrant rose wafted towards yours nostrils, accompanied with the faint beeping of the monitor. Eyelids still heavy with sleep, you allow all your senses to come rushing back to you. Suddenly a massive headache overwhelms you, the force of it sending you into a fit of uncomfortable groans.