Kpop Yandere One Shots

Jimin (BTS) : Red

A/N : high school au for this one. Enjoy!

Red was the colour he saw when he laid eyes on you for the first time.

You had been gorgeous beyond words. He didn't fancy himself a poet, but he felt like he could write off entire volumes of poems only about the graceful curve of your smile. It had captured his heart immediately, pulling him to you hook, line, and sinker. You had smiled at him the first time the two of you met, and Jimin honestly felt like he could die and go to heaven.

That's the kind of love he had for you.

Before meeting you, Jimin had been a hopeless romantic. He'd always loved the idea of being in love. It just seemed to special, the idea of dedicating the rest of your days to one person and one person only.  Perhaps even more appealing than that, however, was knowing that someone felt just as strongly about him, and that he was the centre of someone's universe.

If he'd been a hopeless romantic before meeting you, Jimin had taken it many, many steps farther after your acquaintance. 

True to his dramatic notion, his days started in swirls of red, because you were the first thing in his mind every single day. It had started innocently enough, with his dreams consisting of him finally having the courage to ask you to be his. Sometimes the two of you held hands, sometimes shared a kiss. In his personal favourites, it was you asking him instead. 

As bold as he was in those little projections of his mind, he hardly seemed to be able to talk to you in real life. The universe had been oh-so kind to him, allowing the two of you to insect often. Being a part of the same friend group meant that you knew him at all, and that you were often near him. These opportunities were beyond perfect to admire you, which he did as often as he could. Nothing calmed his mind and gave peace to his heart like your presence, and he thanked the divine forces every day that he saw you so often. Still, he was almost always silent, affording you small smiles when eye contact was made, or a tiny wave in the hallways if you two happened to pass each other by.

He always ached to stop you, take your hand. He never did.

It hadn't happened until after a full year. As per always, he filled up his lunch tray, and made his way to the table, where his designated seat was two from your's. He set the food down, seating himself before he saw how your hand was holding someone else's. 

He felt his heart stop. He was seeing red again, but for a very different reason this time.

Your face wore the same bright smile as it always did, though he watched in agony as you directed it to someone else. His eyes followed, landing on the face of the handsome boy looking down at you. Kim Seokjin.

His hands balled up into fists, which he hid under the table. Sharply, he turned his face away from the sickening sight of your in love with someone else. Nobody seemed to notice, everyone already engrossed in their own conversation. He could feel his temperature rising slightly when he heard the soft giggle slip from you lips. He didn't need to look to know it was for Seokjin. Leaving his untouched tray on the table, Jimin slipped on his bag and stalked out of the cafeteria. He heard the excited chatter of his friends die the second he stood up, and yet he did not go back. He continued on with purpose until he'd left the cafeteria. 

His feet were directing him. On autopilot, he marched on until he'd walked the length of the hallways, until he found himself on the field outside of the building. It was only then that he stopped, his mind racing a mile a minute. He was breathing hard at the pace of his travel, chest heaving up at down. He walked slowly to the nearby bleachers, taking a seat under them instead of on top. He leaned against the supporting beams, still breathing hard. It was then that he realized his deep breaths weren't because of his fast walking, but rather his tears.