Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Whispers in the Dark || JJK

The mansion was vast, its towering walls casting long shadows across the estate. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressive, a stark contrast to the bright exterior. Y/n moved quietly through the corridors, her heart pounding with each step. She knew she had to be careful, any mistake could lead to severe consequences.

"Darling, where are you?" Jungkook's voice echoed through the hallways, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I-I'm here," Y/n replied, her voice trembling. She quickly composed herself, smoothing down her apron as she stepped into the room where Jungkook stood, his eyes boring into her.

"There you are, my sweet little dove," Jungkook said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Did you finish preparing dinner?"

"Yes, everything is ready," she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Good," he said, approaching her slowly. "You know how I hate waiting."

Y/n nodded, averting her eyes. She knew better than to look directly at him when he was in one of his moods. He reached out and tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he demanded, his grip tightening.

"Y-yes, Jungkook," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

"That's better," he said, releasing her. "Now, let's go have dinner. And remember, any mistakes will not be tolerated."

As they sat down at the dinner table, Jungkook watched her every move. Y/n's hands trembled as she served him, careful not to spill anything.

"Perfect, my dear," Jungkook said, taking a bite. "You are learning."

"Thank you," Y/n whispered, relief washing over her momentarily.

After dinner, Jungkook ordered her to clean up while he retreated to his study. Y/n moved quickly, wanting to finish before he called for her again. As she scrubbed the dishes, her mind wandered to happier times before she met Jungkook.

She was lost in thought when she heard his voice behind her. "Y/n, come to the study."

Her heart sank. She quickly dried her hands and made her way to his study, dreading what was to come. When she entered, she saw Jungkook sitting at his desk, a stern expression on his face.

"Come here, sweetheart," he said, his voice deceptively soft.

Y/n approached cautiously, knowing that the calm tone often preceded something terrible.

"Do you remember what I told you about making mistakes?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes, Jungkook," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"And yet, I found this," he said, holding up a plate with a small chip in it.

"I-I'm sorry, it must have happened when I was washing the dishes," Y/n said quickly, fear rising in her chest.

"Sorry is not good enough," he said, standing up. "You need to be punished so you learn not to make such careless mistakes."

"Please, Jungkook, I didn't mean to," she pleaded, backing away.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, his breath hot against her ear. "You know the rules. Now, strip."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she began to undress, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Jungkook watched her, a twisted smile on his face. Once she was completely naked, he pushed her towards the basement door.

"Get down there and wait for me," he ordered.

Y/n descended the cold, dark steps, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what awaited her. She could hear him following, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the confined space.

In the basement, Jungkook bound her hands and forced her to stand in the cold, her naked body trembling. He pulled out his phone and began recording, the red light blinking ominously.

"Smile for the camera, darling," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Remember, if you ever try to leave me, this will be all over the internet."

Y/n sobbed quietly, knowing there was no escape. Jungkook tormented her, making her stand for hours until her legs gave out. Only then did he untie her and leave her in the cold, dark basement, locking the door behind him.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n continued to endure Jungkook's sadistic punishments. He called her sweet nicknames, a sick mockery of their twisted relationship. Each time she made a mistake, he devised new ways to torment her, breaking her spirit bit by bit.

One cold night, Y/n found herself standing outside, naked and shivering. Jungkook had locked her out as punishment for burning his dinner. The wind howled around her, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm.

"Please, Jungkook, let me in," she begged, her voice barely audible over the wind.

"No, darling. You need to learn your lesson," he said from the warmth of the house.

As the night wore on, Y/n's body began to succumb to the cold. She could feel her strength waning, her vision blurring. She knew she wouldn't survive much longer. But perhaps, she thought, this was a release from the nightmare she was living.

With her last bit of strength, she whispered, "I'm sorry," before collapsing into the snow. The cold enveloped her, and she drifted into unconsciousness, the torment finally over.

Inside the house, Jungkook watched from the window, a satisfied smile on his face. He had broken her completely, and now, he was free to find his next victim.