Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Shattered Silence || JHS

Y/n had tasted freedom once, a bittersweet nectar that had given her a glimpse of what life could be. It had been three months since she had escaped Hoseok, her psychopath kidnapper. The nightmares from her captivity still haunted her, but she was learning to live again. She had moved to a new city, changed her appearance, and started a job at a small café. Life was beginning to feel normal, or so she thought.

One rainy evening, as she closed up the café, a chill ran down her spine. The street was empty, but she felt eyes on her. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. As she turned the corner, a hand clamped over her mouth, pulling her into the shadows. It was Hoseok.

"Missed me, Y/n?" Hoseok's voice was a twisted mix of affection and menace. Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his iron grip, but it was no use.

He threw her into a van and drove off. The world outside became a blur of lights and rain, her mind racing with panic and despair. She knew what was coming.

Hoseok's hideout was a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city. The smell of mold and decay hit her as he dragged her inside. He threw her onto the cold, hard floor and locked the door behind him.

"You're mine again, Y/n. Did you really think you could escape me?" Hoseok's smile was a cruel mockery of kindness.

"Fuck you, Hoseok!" Y/n spat, her voice shaking with rage and fear.

Hoseok laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the empty house. "Oh, sweet Y/n. I love it when you have spirit. It makes breaking you so much more fun."

The days that followed were a blur of pain and humiliation. Hoseok's methods of torture were relentless and creative. He started with drowning her, holding her head underwater in a filthy tub until her lungs screamed for air. When he finally let her breathe, she gasped and coughed, her body trembling.

"Do you like water, Y/n? I thought you might enjoy a little swim," he mocked, dragging her by her hair to the next room. She screamed in pain as he pulled her hair, her scalp burning.

He slapped her hard, the force of it sending her sprawling to the floor. "Try to escape again, and I'll kill you. Understand?"

Y/n nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Hoseok, please stop..."

"Stop? Oh no, we're just getting started." He loomed over her, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "How about some hot water next? I hear it's very... therapeutic."

Her heart pounded as he brought a kettle of boiling water dangerously close to her skin. "No, please, please don't..."

He chuckled, setting the kettle aside. "Not yet. But remember, Y/n, I could do it anytime. Now, let's make some memories."

Hoseok took out a camera, recording every moment of her suffering. He forced her to crawl around like an animal, a collar with her name on it fastened around her neck. "Come on, Y/n, bark for me."

She sobbed, crawling on her hands and knees, humiliation burning through her. "Please, Hoseok, stop..."

He knelt beside her, forcing a kiss on her trembling lips. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "And if you keep disobeying, I'll have to rape you. Wouldn't want that, would we?"

After hours of torment, Hoseok's demeanor shifted. He untied her, treating her wounds with a gentleness that felt like another form of torture. "Shh, it's okay, Y/n. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

She recoiled from his touch, but her body was too weak to resist. "You're a monster, Hoseok," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Maybe, but I'm your monster," he replied, a sick smile playing on his lips. "Now rest, my dear. We have plenty of time together."

Y/n lay on the cold floor, her body aching and her spirit broken. She knew she had to escape again, but this time, she would need a plan. She would need strength. She would need to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless than ever before. Because if she failed, Hoseok would make sure she never got another chance.

As she drifted into a restless sleep, Hoseok watched her, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction. "Sweet dreams, Y/n. Tomorrow is a new day, and I have so many more memories to make with you."

And so, the cycle of torment and twisted affection continued, each day a new battle for survival in a war Y/n was determined to win, no matter the cost.