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korean psycho: Yoongi🖤

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Psycho yoongi, obsession, fatal attraction, thriller, sexual content, mature themes, read with caution.

Pt.1 of "Korean Pyscho"
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"When a night full of pleasure brings a lifetime filled with pain..."

Nia's pov:

How did things get this way?

It was funny, honestly. How I was so easily manipulated into believing that he wasn't capable of hurting me. That he loved me enough to cherish me like he said he would, protect me and keep me warm. To help me when I was in need, wipe my tears when I cried, hold me when all I wanted to do was fall. How could I be such a fool to believe such a thing?

Tears streamed down my face as I stood on the other side of the door. I listened as he banged at the door, threatening me. Telling me that if I didn't let him in that he would force his way in. It wouldn't be a pretty sight, he would say. And he would hurt me very badly once he got his hands on me. But in the same breath he said he loved me. That he wouldn't hurt me, that I had just been behaving badly and he wanted to punish me. But that didn't mean he loved me any less.

"P-p-please yoongi, go home. Why a-are you d-doing this?" I sniffled, trying to reason with the man on the other side of the door but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued to bang against the wood.

"NIA!! let me into this fucking room or I swear baby, your punishment will just end up being worse than it already is!"

Again, how did things get this way?...

It was a warm Friday night out in Daegu. I had just recently moved here, and deciding that it would be best to get familiar with the area a bit - I stupidly chose to spend my night at one of the popular nightclubs.

I dressed in one of my best party dresses. It was tight and a bit short. Some might call me stupid for deciding to wear it but I wanted to look good and enjoy myself while doing so. So I put on the dress, letting my curly hair stay in its natural state as I strutted out of the house in my heels - clutch in hand.

The warm air hits against my skin as I wait patiently for a cab, tapping away on my phone to keep myself occupied until the cab finally shows up. I hop inside, greeting the driver politely before leaning back against the seat. The ride to the club was both comfortable and awkward, no words were exchanged and the driver continued to send me dirty looks.

I was used to it. I was a black woman in Korea, and many, although not all of them - weren't as welcoming to black people. I was always being judged silently, and sometimes people were bold enough to even tell me something bad about myself directly to my face. I tried not to let the racism, slurs and stereotyping get to me because this was my choice to move here. I knew what I was signing myself up for so I didn't cry about it. But it was still so suprising to me that eventhough we were living in new times, people were still so hateful of one another.

"Thank you." I pay the driver, stepping out of the cab and off on to the sidewalk right in front of the nightclub. It was already lively and I could spot a bunch of people going in already. I greet the bouncer who was actually very nice, paying to get inside before entering the loud club.

I was met with the sight of many dancing bodies, it didn't smell like a club at all. It smelt nice. Not to heavily of cologne, alcohol or drugs. I felt comfortable in this atmosphere as strange as that sounded.

I went over to the bar first, drinking two shots of vodka before making the decision that I wanted to dance. I didn't trust anybody with my clutch so I held it as I danced on the floor, not a care in the world as I threw my hands up and vibed with the music.