Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Bound by Love || PJM

Y/n stood in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared breakfast. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow through the windows. The house was immaculate, just as Jimin liked it. She heard the soft footsteps behind her and turned, a smile spreading across her face.

"Good morning, my love," Jimin's voice was gentle as he approached her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Good morning, my sweet Jiminie," she replied, leaning into his embrace.

Jimin kissed her forehead and then her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "Did you sleep well, darling?"

"I did," Y/n nodded, though she couldn't ignore the slight tremor in her voice. "Did you?"

Jimin's eyes darkened for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "Of course, knowing you were beside me."

He released her and moved to sit at the dining table, watching her with an intense gaze as she plated their breakfast. She felt his eyes on her every move, a mix of adoration and something more sinister. Despite his sweet words and tender touches, there was always an underlying tension in their interactions.

As they ate, Jimin's demeanor softened, his smile returning. "What do you have planned for today, sweetheart?"

Y/n swallowed her bite of toast, considering her words carefully. "I thought I might go to the market, maybe pick up some fresh vegetables for dinner."

Jimin tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. "That sounds lovely. But remember, darling, always stay where I can see you."

"Of course, Jiminie," she agreed quickly, not wanting to upset him. "I'll be careful."

After breakfast, Y/n cleaned up the kitchen while Jimin prepared to leave for work. He approached her again, this time holding her face in his hands.

"You know I love you, right?" His voice was soft, almost hypnotic.

"I know, Jiminie," she whispered. "I love you too."

His grip tightened slightly, and she felt her heart quicken. "Good. Because I want you to be happy. Always."

"I am happy," she assured him, forcing a smile.

He released her and kissed her deeply before finally leaving the house. Y/n stood there for a moment, catching her breath. The house felt empty without him, but also a little less suffocating. She finished her chores and decided to head to the market as planned.

As she walked through the aisles, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced around, but saw no one familiar. Still, the sensation persisted, a constant reminder of Jimin's omnipresent control over her life. She hurried through her shopping, eager to return home where she felt at least somewhat safer.

Back at the house, she began preparing dinner. Her hands moved mechanically, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, but her mind was elsewhere. She thought about the life she used to have before Jimin, the freedom she once took for granted. But those days felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by her husband's possessive love.

The sound of the front door opening pulled her from her thoughts. Jimin was home. She quickly wiped her hands on a towel and rushed to greet him.

"Welcome home, Jiminie," she said, her voice bright.

He smiled at her, but there was a strange glint in his eyes. "Hello, my darling. I missed you."

"I missed you too," she replied, feeling a knot form in her stomach.

They sat down to dinner, and Jimin's mood seemed to improve. He talked about his day, about work, and about the future he envisioned for them. But as the evening wore on, his demeanor shifted. He became quieter, his gaze more intense.

After dinner, they sat in the living room. Jimin pulled Y/n onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She felt a chill run down her spine but tried to relax.

"Y/n," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You know you belong to me, right?"

"Yes, Jiminie," she replied softly.

"And you'll always do as I say, won't you?"

"Of course."

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Good girl. I want you to be happy, my love. But remember, happiness comes from obedience."

"Yes, Jiminie," she whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

The days blended together in a monotonous routine. Y/n did everything she could to keep Jimin happy, to avoid his wrath. But the fear never left her. She knew that beneath his sweet exterior lay a darkness that could surface at any moment.

One evening, Jimin came home earlier than usual. His mood was different, more intense. He pulled Y/n into his arms and held her tightly.

"Do you love me, Y/n?" he asked, his voice almost desperate.

"Of course, Jiminie," she replied, confused by his sudden urgency.

"Prove it," he demanded, his grip tightening.

"How?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Trust me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "No matter what happens, trust me."

She nodded, fear and uncertainty swirling in her mind. Jimin led her to their bedroom, his movements swift and deliberate. He pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Do you trust me?" he repeated, his voice a low growl.

"Yes, Jiminie," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

He smiled, a twisted, almost sadistic smile. "Good."

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The next morning, Y/n woke up alone in bed. Her body ached, and her mind was hazy. She tried to recall the events of the previous night, but everything was a blur. She felt a deep sense of dread as she slowly got out of bed and made her way downstairs.

Jimin was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He looked up and smiled when he saw her.

"Good morning, my darling," he greeted her cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded numbly, her mind still trying to piece together what had happened. "Yes, Jiminie."

He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. "Good. I made your favorite breakfast."

She forced a smile and sat down at the table. As they ate, Jimin's demeanor was as sweet and loving as ever. But Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Days turned into weeks, and the sense of foreboding only grew stronger. Jimin's moods became more unpredictable, his demands more intense. Y/n did everything she could to keep him happy, but it never seemed to be enough.

One night, as they lay in bed, Jimin turned to her, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Do you love me, Y/n?" he asked again, his voice soft.

"Yes, Jiminie," she replied, her heart pounding.

"Would you die for me?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "What?"

"Would you die for me?" he repeated, his voice insistent.

"I... I don't know," she stammered.

His expression darkened, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. "You said you love me. You said you trust me. Prove it."

Fear surged through her, and she tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron. "Jiminie, please..."

"Shh, darling," he whispered, his voice soothing. "I just want to know how much you love me."

Tears streamed down her face as she looked into his eyes, seeing the madness within them. "I love you, Jiminie," she whispered, her voice breaking.

He smiled, a cold, terrifying smile. "Then prove it."

The next morning, Y/n didn't wake up. Jimin sat beside her lifeless body, stroking her hair gently.

"You proved it, my love," he murmured. "You proved it."

He kissed her forehead one last time before leaving the room, the echo of his words lingering in the air.