BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jin: Stockholm

Warning: DARK DARK DARK DARK DARK

Totally opposite of the gif up there ^^

It's dark. I can't see anything. I think I'm wearing a blind fold

There's a creaking of a door.

"Who's there?" I croak. My lips are parched. Air noisily escapes my nostrils as the footsteps creep closer and closer.

A body stops in front of me. The warmth radiating from it. I freeze, time ebbing away very slowly.

A touch of a hand is gentle and stop on my cheek.

"You are so beautiful." The male voice speaks. I shake my head.

"Jin?" I whisper. He chuckles.

"I knew my voice would give it away." The finger light touch travels to my chin and suddenly my head tilts up. I can't see anything but a breath washes over my face. "I hope this will teach you a lesson."

"What are you talking about?" My nose wrinkles in confusion. He doesn't answer my question.

Instead the chains holding me up suddenly collapses. I fall to the ground.

Except I don't touch the ground. Two arms hold my waist, my fingertips lightly padding the floor from my suspended position.

"You'll see in time." He whispers and then carries me away. He attempts to prop me up into a standing position but to both of our surprises I cannot. "Shit. I guess you were chained up too long."His arms wrap under my armpits to gently place my on my bum onto a cold floor.

I know I'm supposed to be mad. Supposed to frightened.

But for some reason I can't.

I just accept it.

I mean, it's Jin, right? He won't hurt me? However he had kidnapped me. I didn't know what was going on.

The blindfold comes off. Light temporarily blinds me, drowning my eyes In white before more colour steps in. I see a smiling Jin before me. His hand reaches to pat my head. My eyes roam around the setting. A kitchen, a table. Were we at his house? This setting was quite...normal.

"Do you love me, (y/n)?" He asked, his eyes extremely hopeful.

I stared with my mouth hanging open at him. Because of the sudden randomness and the circumstances I faced, I immedeatly replied honestly.

"No." I gasped and placed both my hands on my mouth. Jin's face darkened. It felt as if the atmosphere of the room dropped 20 degrees. Goosebumps made my hairs stand at the back of my neck.

"Do you love me, (y/n)?" He asked again, his face still dark and a growl building at the base of his throat. It was no more Mr. Nice Guy. I gulped nervously before butt-shuffling out of the way of his scary gaze.

"Yes, Jin, I love you." A pathetic squeak did not convince him.

"You are lying." With one step and swoop, his hand his on my neck, suffocating me. I squint and attempt to breathe. My muscles tense as he lifts me up and shoves me against the wall.
His eyes are interrogating mine, a tear escaping his eye. "I can't believe you don't love me."

"Am-am I supposed to?" I cough. My airways clear suddenly and I fall to the floor.

"You are." Jin's voice cracks and he lifts me by my hair again. "Because I love you. You are my woman." He snatches my wrist and drags me towards a closed door. I knew where this door led.