VERMILION eng (Yandere Min Yoongi x Reader)

~ you cannot see me ~

Getting up was a hard task for Min Yoongi. Everyday consisted in the same routine: going to the studio, meetings, recording stuff, going back home. He was exhausted, but deep inside he knew vacations would be the same: he would work instead of traveling or sleeping all day. And that was just the first day of a month full of leisure.

Finally, he decided to jump off the bed.

- What the hell am I supposed to do? - he murmured in a bad mood on his way to the kitchen. The idea of coffee tempted him, but his doctor's voice rumbled in his head: you will regret it when you get a painful ulcer.

Then he decided reluctantly for fruit, something new to his morning routine. It's not that he didn't like them, the fact that his routine completely changed just for a simple variation on his menu annoyed him.

He placed his white bowl just as he liked it, on his silicone grey mat, on the black marble isle. The color harmony was pleasant. The huge picture window was something that he found pleasant as well, it offered him a privileged view of the Han River, perfectly centered between grey linen curtains. That view was one of the reasons he bought that apartment, the light reached every corner, nothing escaped his sight. Nothing escaped his control.

Except for one thing.

The only thing that he didn't like was the small balcony at his right. It faced the second body of the complex, which had cheaper studios that generally were rented as offices, almost nobody lived there. But just in case, he had to put mirrored glass on that side and he hated how unaesthetic it looked from the outside.

He got up to close the curtains, but a movement inside one of the studios stopped him. He could see a small kitchen area in the middle of a chaos that could only mean remodeling. And suddenly, she appeared. She seemed to be in her mid twenties, wearing an apron full of painting.

- A new neighbor?She looks foreign- he told himself, like expecting an answer.

Actually he did expect it.

Then the woman started to climb a small ladder, but a misfortuned movement made her slip and fall on her buttcheeks. 

- Ouch - he said and went back to his spot. But something made him turn around - Who are you? Ah-whatever, Yoongi, you don't care...- he shrugged. But he couldn't get his eyes away from her, and unconsciously, he placed a chair facing the balcony.

- Thank God that glass isn't see through...

He observed her for almost twenty minutes, not even blinking, feeling that familiar unease starting to fill him. Dammit, he could swear the pills were working.

- I'm not gonna fall into your stupid game again - he told himself, patting his forehead gently - Stupid brain, stupid brain.

Ha.

You already are.

He shook his head and got up, he needed a distraction immediately. A whole leisure day wasn't an option and he needed a rest from work. So he decided to start with the chores.

- Ok, laundry...

He hyperventilated when he saw the pile of dirty clothes he ignored for days. A good part of the morning was going to be wasted only doing that.

- Why am I like this...

But when he finally could put the clothes and products inside the machine...

CRASH!!!

The next thing Yoongi knew he was thrown to the floor with his t-shirt all wet and smelling like softener. For some reason, the washing machine began stumbling and the little round door was opened with such violence that the pieces flew away.

- SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.

Oh hi.
I really hope you enjoy this story. The original one is in Spanish so I'm trying to translate for some of you guys, English is not my first language so it's gonna be full of mistakes, sorry for that 🤭

So yeah, wait for the next chapter!!