BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jimin: Teach Me

Sorry sorry for the long wait. I needed to wrap up some final projects before I breaker for Christmas. Anyways, enjoy!

Request: Can you do a yandere Jimin and he is your teacher?

WARNINGS: GORE AND HAWT JIMIN
"Do it." The devil whispers urgently in your ear. "Kill him. Kill him NOW." His calloused hand closing around your own and torso leaning against yours. You look at the flat part of the blade in your hand, your own terrified reflection staring back at you.

"I-i-"

"I said kill him." His breathe fans across your ear, sending goosebumps down your back. The unconcious tied up body before you stirs slight and you flinch back. The single light of the room flickers wavers and reflects your own determination.

Everyone had gone home.

Except for your teacher and you.

And the bloody boy in front of you.

"I can't kill him with this." You finally splutter out with determination.

"What?" Mr. Park gives you a strange look, his right eye twitching dangerously. "Perhaps you need a gun?" His left hand dissapears into his pocket and pulls out a small pistol. "This is fast and clean. Much more efficient."

"No, I can't kill him. At all!" You shake your head and push his body off of you.

"Yes you can. And you will." He roughly grabs your wrist to place the gun into. "He bullied you, almost beating you into a bloody pulp. And now he shall pay with his life. Or else I will punish you. You disobeyed your master." You cringed with such cheesiness.

It was true, this man on the floor did bully you almost all your life, but when you searches for help from adult, you didn't expect the kind loved by everyone Jimin Park to become a sadistic man.

He began to change when you seek for him more often.

You didn't want things to turn out like this.

You point the gun towards the lying body on the ground. It moves some more before it groans, fluttering open its eyes. You stall for a few seconds more before the body raises its head from its neutral position on the ground.

Taehyung raises his head.

The duct tape across his mouth muffled and impairs his speech as he screams into the gag. Taehyung thrashes around before noticing the gun barrel pointing to him.

"Yes..." Jimins head is close to yours. "This is the moment I love most. Where the victim feels the fear. Do it, pet."

You found this revolting, causing a surge of confidence within you to emerge through your voice.

"I am not your pet. And You aren't my master." The gun trembles in my grip. "I won't let you control me." Thinking you are fast enough, you turn the gun to face Mr. Park and you pull the trigger while squeezing your own eyes shut.

The recoil bounces back and hits your shoulder, the sound echoing from the classroom to the halls.

Then all is silent, minus Taehyung's frantic breathing and groans.

You open your eyes, expecting to Mr. Park on the floor, bleeding his life away.

No it's the opposite. Instead, he's grabbing the barrel and his face is hard and unreadable. His body no signs of harm. Your stomach drops into your abdomen as you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.