BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Suga: Illusion

I'm writing this at 12 and I have an exam tomorrow (or should I say today? Hueh.) so There might be grammatical errors and other stuff)
Request: Suga

"Remember the time when we played by that tree?" Yoongi smiles to the quiet girl beside him. Face obscured by her (h/c) hair, her face is unreadable. He continues on. "We were 5. It was as if it was just the two of us." He chuckles lightly, reminiscing the location in front of their park bench. "Come." He smirks and stands up, "we need to go see some more."

His hand reaches out to hers. But she doesn't want to reach back.

She can't.

Yoongi is now at home with her, his cute pink apron compliments the blonde hair nicely. He shakes his hand and yelps in pain as hot oil springs onto his hand. He waddles back and forth, his hand spazzing back and forth, unable to shake the feeling of pain. He looks to the girl at the table. Her arms are rested and staring at him from her position, a gentle smile on her pale lips.

"Don't make fun of me!" He pouts before turning back to the pan in surprise. "The eggs! The eggs are burning!"

Without thinking twice, he reaches a hand to the pan, attempting to rescue the eggs from their burning doom. To his amazement he manages to get both omelettes off the pan and onto the shiny plate. Wasting no time to the tap, the feeling of cold pulls out a groan from his mouth as the cool water touches his fingers.

"Hngh, so nice." He sighs. He turns back to the girl by the table. "Do you like that? I know you do." His smirk is wide and dark, but the girl at the table doesn't do anything

...

Yoongi helps her change her pink summer dress to a dark blue velvet nightgown. They both hop into bed, but not before Yoongi walking to the window to see the outside.

"Look, (y/n)." His happiness is almost child like. "It's snowing!" He grins ear to ear. The girl sits upright in bed, her smile still on her lips. Yoongi trudges over to her in his slippers and gives her a sad look.

"Are you still mad at me?"

The girl doesn't say anything.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to that girl at the restaurant." Tears want to welt at the corner of his eyes. Yoongi realizes it's cold due to the winter outside and snuggles under the covers with (y/n).

"I love you." He whispers and wraps a hand around her waist. "You feel cold, don't you?" He turns the light off and closes his eyes, "let me share you my warmth." He hugs her closer, but she doesn't want to respond.

She just can't.

They are now eating breakfast at the couch, the television blaring noisily. He laughs at the stunt failures while happily shoving cornflakes into his awaiting mouth. He smiles at (y/n), who's legs are crossed and in her lap a piece of morning wrap.

"Why aren't you eating your food?"  He takes the wrap and places it on her mouth. She accepts it and it goes down her throat. Juice dribbles down her chin.

Yoongi smirks before taking his tongue and licking it up. "Don't be messy, (y/n). He snickers.

The bell rings and Yoongi stands up to answer the door. The silhouette is Hoseok and Yoongi groans.

The chain of the door is ripped off its locked position and the three other locks are clicked open, each one defining a large squeak.

"Open up! Yoongi!" Hoseok is impatient and the exasperated man purposely moves slower.