Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Echoes of Fear || OT7

Y/n had been living in quiet fear for seven long years. Every time she heard a noise outside her small, cozy home, she would freeze, her heart racing, terrified that her past had finally caught up with her. She had escaped from the clutches of The Seven Dragons, the most feared mafia group in South Korea, and had managed to start a new life for herself and her young son, Beom-seok.

Beom-seok was her light, her reason for enduring the nightmares that haunted her sleep. He was six years old, full of energy and curiosity, unaware of the dark shadows that loomed over his mother's past. Y/n had worked tirelessly to keep their lives as normal and peaceful as possible, but deep down, she always knew the day would come when they would find her again.

It was a warm summer evening when that day arrived. Beom-seok was playing with his toys in the living room while Y/n prepared dinner. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the house. Y/n's heart sank as she turned to see seven familiar figures standing in her living room, the broken window behind them.

"Hello, princess," Namjoon said with a chilling smile. He was the leader of The Seven Dragons, his presence commanding and terrifying.

Y/n backed away, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, no..."

"Mommy, who are they?" Beom-seok asked, clutching his toy truck, his innocent eyes looking up at the intruders.

Jin, the second-in-command, laughed darkly. "Looks like she's been busy. We didn't know you had a kid, Y/n."

Y/n quickly stepped in front of her son, her hands trembling. "Please, just leave him out of this. He's innocent."

Yoongi, with his cold, calculating eyes, stepped forward. "Innocent, huh? You thought you could run away from us and start a new life?"

Hoseok grinned, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "We've missed you, darling. Did you miss us?"

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook surrounded her, each of them radiating menace. "We've got a lot to catch up on," Jimin said, his voice low and threatening.

"Please, just take me and leave him alone," Y/n pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Taehyung smirked, bending down to Beom-seok's level. "What's your name, little one?"

Beom-seok looked up at his mother, confused and scared. "Beom-seok," he whispered.

"Cute kid," Jungkook said, ruffling Beom-seok's hair. "Shame he has to see his mommy in such a bad state."

Y/n's heart ached as they pulled her away from her son, dragging her out of her home and into a waiting black SUV. Beom-seok's cries echoed in her ears, but she was powerless to stop them. They blindfolded her, the darkness only intensifying her terror as they drove for what felt like hours.

When they finally arrived, Y/n was pulled from the car and her blindfold was removed. She blinked against the harsh lights of a luxurious penthouse. The opulence of the surroundings was a stark contrast to the terror she felt.

"Welcome back," Namjoon said, his voice dripping with malice. "We've got a lot to discuss."

They dragged her to a large room, where Beom-seok was already waiting, held tightly by Jin. "Mommy!" he cried, reaching out for her.

Y/n struggled against her captors, but Namjoon grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees. "You think you can escape us? You think you can just run away and we won't find you?"

"Please, don't hurt him," Y/n begged, her voice breaking.

Yoongi stepped forward, holding a lit cigarette. "Oh, we won't hurt him. Not yet, anyway." He pressed the cigarette against Y/n's hand, the searing pain causing her to scream in agony.

"Look at her face," Hoseok said, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. "I've missed that look of fear."

Jimin knelt beside her, whispering in her ear. "You thought you could leave us? You belong to us, Y/n. You always have."

Taehyung held Beom-seok tightly, smirking at Y/n. "What should we do with him, huh? Should we hurt him to teach you a lesson?"

"NO! Please, I'll do anything!" Y/n cried, desperate to protect her son.

Namjoon laughed. "Anything, huh? We'll see about that."

They took her to the pool area, forcing her head under the water repeatedly. Each time they let her up, she gasped for air, her lungs burning. "Please, stop!" she begged.

Yoongi smiled cruelly. "This is what you get for leaving us."

They dragged her back inside, her body shaking from the cold and fear. Jin held her down as Jimin brought a sledgehammer close to her legs. "Should we break them?" he asked, his tone almost casual.

"No, please, I'll do anything you want!" Y/n sobbed, her spirit breaking.

Taehyung grinned, holding a jar of insects. "Maybe we should put these in your mouth. How does that sound?"

Y/n's eyes widened in horror. "No, please, anything but that!"

Namjoon leaned in, his face inches from hers. "You should have thought about that before you ran away."

Jungkook, who had been silent, stepped forward, holding a pocket knife. He grabbed Beom-seok, bringing the blade close to his neck. "You see this, Y/n? One wrong move, and he gets hurt."

"NO!" Y/n screamed, collapsing to the ground. She crawled to Jungkook, clutching his pants. "Please, don't hurt him. I'll do anything, just don't hurt my son."

Jungkook smirked, pushing her away. "We like you like this, Y/n. Desperate and broken."

They continued their torture, beating and kicking her, all the while whispering sweet, terrifying words. "You're our princess," Namjoon murmured. "Our sweet little doll."

Jin stroked her hair, his touch gentle but his words chilling. "You're never getting away from us again."

As the night wore on, Y/n's body was battered and bruised, her spirit crushed. They finally stopped, leaving her in a heap on the floor. Beom-seok was placed beside her, his little body shaking with fear.

Namjoon crouched down, lifting her chin with a finger. "This is your life now, Y/n. You belong to us. Try to escape again, and next time, we won't be so merciful."

With that, they left her alone with her son, the weight of their words and actions crushing her. She held Beom-seok close, her tears mingling with his as they clung to each other in the darkness.

She knew now that there was no escape. She was trapped in a nightmare, with no end in sight. The Seven Dragons had her, and they weren't letting go.

The next morning, they found her still huddled with Beom-seok, both of them trembling. Namjoon smirked as he approached. "Good morning, princess. Ready for another day?"

Y/n didn't respond, her eyes vacant. She was broken, just the way they wanted her. And in that moment, she knew that her fight was over. The Seven Dragons had won, and there was nothing she could do to save herself or her son from their grasp.