BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Suga: Wedding Dress

"Well well well, I didn't think it would be just like the movies..." The bright illuminating light of the moon was shone onto his back, obscuring the frontal view of his body. "Isn't it nice to meet each other here? In the darkness of the night? And especially in a dark ally?"

"I was throwing my garbage out," the young (y/n) shrugs off casually. Her face was expressionless but her eyes told a completely different story. She was panicking. She takes a shaky hand and places it onto the edge of the metal garbage bin, feeling the coolness of metal bite into her skin. Her other arm gestures to the garbage bin. However, the shady man wasn't convinced.

"Is that so?" There is a sound of scraping gravel against the ground as he slowly shuffles his way to her. "What a coincidence...especially a tasty one."

"Who are y-you? And why jags you been stalking me?" (Y/n) stutters slightly. Beads of sweat decorate her clean forehead. She reached a hand up to wipe it off. Before her encounter with the man, she had been relatively tired. However, now she was awake as ever, adrenaline replacing the blood flow in her body. She swallows thickly.

"Easy question. I'm Min Yoongi." He shakes his head at her, as if expecting her to know his name. "You know the infamous August D? Yeah that's me."

"What do you want?" (Y/n) narrows her eyes the man, her hand falling into her pocket and resting on the stored pocket knife. A feeling of anxiousness had settled into the pits of her stomach; (y/n) had bought the knife, a sense of inspired motivation to wield it against strangers, but at the same time her mind blanked out at how to use it.

"That's another easy question. I want to take you away." The man smiled, each and every one of his white teeth reflecting back at her in the moonlight. He takes another step and suddenly lunges at her in a blur of blonde hair.

Out of instinct, she whips out the knife and holds it out at him, the sound of sinking flesh onto the sharp blade engulfing her senses. Yoongi gasps and locks eyes contacts with the girl. His hand travels to the knife embedded in his stomach and wraps his whole hand around her grip on the knife.

"I...I..." He is looking at her, but his eyes are out of focus. His voice is laboured and quite soft. (Y/n) knows he is done for.

"That's what you get you bastard," (y/n) pants. She has yet to overdone and absorb the shock of what just happened.

"I...I...have just psyched you." The tone of his pained voice changed immediately. Caught off guard, a small hand suddenly plunges a small metal object into (y/n)'s neck. She yelps before letting go of the hilt of the pocket knife buried in Yoongi's stomach  and pushes him off. She takes a step before falling onto her knees. She takes a look up and blinks multiple times, unable to clear her blurry vision.

"What did you do to me?"

"I sedated you obviously." Yoongi stands over her. He dusts off his shoulders eloquently. "Even someone as stupid as you should have figured that out."

(Y/n) takes a look at her hands and tries to stand up. Suddenly, two hands firmly grip her shoulders. She looks to be staring into the face of smirking man.

"Rule number one. Never let the enemy get close to you."

No, I can't let him take me away.

(Y/n) tells her arm to throw a punch into his face. She envisions the perfectly executed punch. For some reason, her limbs didn't want to obey her.

"Fuccckk" she slurrs, torso beginning to rock slightly.

"Ah hA. It's working." He stands up and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a roll of something shiny. (Y/n) takes a few seconds to realize it's duct tape. "I guess there will he no resistance from here on out."