Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter One

"Really?" Your boyfriend chimed from behind you, slamming the door shut.

You huffed, picking up one of the many cardboard boxes.

"Really." You countered, beginning to make your way up the stairs towards your bedroom.

"So, you're going to be flirting with other men now?" He spat.

You stopped walking, sending him a hard glare.

"I wasn't flirting." You gritted. "And even if I was, would you blame me? You have barely spoke to me since we left California."

He clenched his jaw.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked. "It's not like we haven't talked before."

You huffed.

"Anything." You deadpanned. "I would settle for talking about anything."

He frowned, shaking his head.

"I have work to do." He stated. "I'm too busy to talk right now."

You bit your lip in anger, laughing coldly at his words.

"You're always busy." You complained.

"That's right I am." He spat. "I'm too busy for all of your drama."

You scoffed.

"My drama!?"

He nodded.

"You're always complaining about something." He said. "You always want something from me. You want me to cuddle, you want me to hold your hand, you want me to take you out for dinner. You never give me a break."

"You're my boyfriend!" You exclaimed. "Is it so wrong for me to ask for a fraction of your time?!"

" Yes, it is!" He yelled. "I'm already stressed enough as it is, with all my work! You certainly aren't helping by being so clingy!"

"I want to help you with your stress!" You stated. "That's why I'm here! I love you, Jimin. I just want to see you happy. I want both of us to be happy."

He sighed, running a hand down his face.

"I'm too busy for you right now."

You nodded your head, giving him a cold look.

"It's funny how you're always too busy for me," You started. "But, you certainly aren't to busy to have sex with another girl, are you?"

The blond's eyes widened at your words, running a hand through his hair as he watches you climb the staircase.

He almost chased after you. He almost grabbed your hand and asked you to talk to him. He almost tried to make things better between the two of you...

But he didn't.

He just scoffed at your actions before walking into the dining room and setting up his work laptop.

What he didn't realize...was that if he had just reached out to you...he could have avoided what was going to come.

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A smile covered the black-haired man's face as his hands finished the stitching of the small doll that rested on the large desk in front of him, it's e/c button eyes staring back at him lifelessly. It's h/l, h/c hair styled to perfection...every single detail was perfect.

It looked just like you.

He slowly touched it's face, wishing that he could feel your skin instead of the burlap that the small doll consisted of.

He had been waiting for you for so long...and now..you were here.

And you were unhappy...

Perfect.

He had tried so long to find someone just like you...he had taken numerous others that had resembled you in appearance...but none of them were ever enough for him. He didn't want them.

He wanted you.

Only you.

Ever since he first saw you all those years ago...he craved you.

He gently stroked the doll's head, giving it a soft kiss as he spoke softly.

"Soon." He breathed, opening the window beside of him.

His hands released the doll, allowing it to float freely into the black abyss that surrounded the house.

He knew the doll would find you.

He never failed in getting what he wanted

and this time wasn't going to be any different.

A/N,

Well, the first chapter has been completed successfully.

Whew.

I promise that things will get better from this point. Just be patient.

I love you.

-Max