Yoongi had stalked the male through social media, it didn't take him long to pin point exactly where the fucker lived. The moonlight illuminated his dead expression, not a real noticeable thing. If someone were to glance at him, No suspicion would rise from it. His steps echoed through the lonely road, his breathing, The whole scene was ominous. He made a turn onto a dark street, It was the pretty boys street, Third house down. Home alone cause parents were at a business trip, Shame they had to come home to this sight. Or he could dispose of the body.. No he wanted people to know YOU were HIS and only his. No one to come between the two of you, He wanted those fuckers to know, He would stop at no limits to have you. Yoongi had a slight twitch in his limbs as he traveled the side of the house. His tracks stopped once he was at the boys window, it was creaked opened.. That fool. He just made his job way easier, It was hard for Yoongi not to laugh at the boys mistake. His hands gripped the partially opened window opening further until he could slip in, Slowly, Careful not to stir the male from his slumber. Yoongi was fucking insane for doing this but who wasn't at this point, Right? He towered over the sleeping male, His hands twitching to be around his throat, he went around the bed grabbing a pillow that wasn't being used and hovered it over his victims face.
"Go to hell." He spoke in a soft tone that only a mad man could keep in the presence of doing a murder. Without thought he pressed the pillow down onto his face, The pressure shooting the male awake, No but Yoongi wasn't going to suffocate him, He was going to make him bleed out. The blonde male climbed onto the other sitting on his torso, his knees pinning down the flailing arms, One hand keeping the pillow pinned down, The other in a swift movement grabbed the knife from where it was being held be his belt. His hand was shaking, It's been a while. That's all, He didn't care for any other life form expect Yours. The blade ended up pressed against the males neck, applying pressure by Yoongis hand before he snapped, The blade piercing the skin until it broke, Hitting the vein. Blood. A groan from the person under him, until he fell motionless.. his own clothes were stained in blood, his knife was stained. Yoongi moved his hair from his eyes leaving a smear of blood, he sighed softly and fell to the side off the male and onto the remaining space of the bed
"Look at you, You could've prevented this but you had to go and get yourself killed." Yoongi got up ripping the sheets off the mattress and taking the pillow with him as he went out the way he came, Knife hidden in the sheets as he took a walk to a nearby river.