Melanin Love 2

𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭

(mentions of murder & death. yandereish reader. don't read if you're uncomfortable by it)

choi taeyang. what did you do?!

it was all your fault. but i would be the one who would suffer. why did you have to test me? now i'm here with your blood on my hands. it's all your fault that my once innocent hands were now a river of blood. your blood.

it wasn't supposed to be you. it was meant for her. her. the one who tried to take you away from me. but you were to stupid to see it. telling me she wasn't like that. you were gullible unlike me who knew nothing good was going to come from this.

it was her fault. no it was yours. it was both of yours. you entertained her. you shouldn't have. but throughout it all you stayed loyal to me. but why did you spend so much time with her. you were mine. why did you do what you did? were you testing me? making me out to be the bad guy when you knew what i was saying was true.

i loved you. did i not? you knew i would do anything for you. even kill those who had no business being in your life. which meant her. she had to go. i'm sorry your little friend couldn't make the cut. she wasn't worth all the trouble. maybe you shouldve let her go when you had the chance.

swiping left and right not knowing what you were aiming for. your eyes red and cloudy as you stabbed aiming for the girl who stood in the corner. when the sweet satisfying sound of ripped skin and splurging sound of blood filled your ears. you couldn't help but bask in the achievement you received. but the moment your eyes opened your worst fear had come true.

the knife was buried deep into the stomach of the boy you loved. you heart had sank. no it wasn't supposed to be him. you dropped the knife trying your best to cover the wound. tears poured harder. "tae. i-i didn't meant too. please." you cried trying to put pressure on the wound. you were going to lose him. you couldn't. you didn't want to.

you kissed his face as if it would stop the bleeding. you pressed kisses after kisses upon it but it didn't do anything. his breathing was slowed and his eyes became blank. no, no. he wasn't died. he wasn't. he couldn't be. you killed him. you had killed the one you were trying to save. your dark skin tainted with the murky and eerie colors of his blood. they were stained.

it would be forever in your mind. nothing else matters besides him. your now deceased boyfriend who lay in your lap as you cradled him. the sirens rang in the back but you couldn't hear them nor the cries of the girl who was all to blame. you were pulled from the boy's body and locked away in handcuffs to be taken to jail.

the trial was nothing but pure terror. no matter how hard you pleaded no one believed your lies. you didn't mean to harm him. he wasn't the one that was supposed to be on the other end of the knife. he wasn't supposed to meet his demise. he wasn't supposed to die. no one believed you. even his mother hated you for killing her son. she was happy to see you rot in prison for taking away the one person she cared deeply for.

it was his fault for saving someone he shouldn't have. it was his fault for filling your head with thoughts of him cheating. it was his fault for jumping in front of the knife. because it wasn't supposed to be him.