Yandere BTS Oneshots.

The Taste of Control || KSJ

Y/n had always loved fettuccine alfredo. The creamy sauce, the tender chicken, the perfectly cooked pasta—it was her ultimate comfort food. Every time she ate it, she felt a sense of warmth and familiarity that soothed her soul. Tonight, her fiancé Jin had prepared it for her. The smell wafting through the small apartment was divine, and Y/n's eyes lit up as Jin placed the steaming plate in front of her.

"Wow, this looks amazing!" Y/n exclaimed, genuinely impressed. She looked up at Jin with a smile, her heart swelling with affection. "You really went all out tonight."

Jin smiled back at her, but there was something off about it—something in the way his eyes glinted under the dim kitchen light. "Only the best for you, darling," he said softly, his voice smooth and almost too sweet.

Y/n didn't think much of it. Jin was always a bit intense, but that was just his way. She picked up her fork and twirled the pasta around it, eagerly taking the first bite. The rich, creamy sauce enveloped her taste buds, and for a moment, she was in heaven.

But then, as she swallowed, her eyes widened in shock.

The heat hit her like a freight train, a burning sensation that spread through her mouth and throat, setting her insides on fire. Y/n gasped, her hand flying to her throat as she choked on the unexpected spiciness. She couldn't handle spicy food—Jin knew that. Her eyes darted to him, confusion and panic setting in.

Jin was standing across the table, watching her intently. That smile was still on his lips, but now it was twisted into a sinister smirk. His eyes were filled with a dark, twisted pleasure, and Y/n realized with a sinking feeling that this was no accident.

"W-Why is it so spicy?" Y/n managed to croak out, her voice strained as she reached for the glass of water beside her plate. She downed the water in one desperate gulp, but it barely made a dent in the fiery pain.

Jin chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down her spine. "Oh, did I forget to mention? I added a little something extra to the sauce. Thought you might like it."

"Jin, I can't... I can't handle this!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice trembling. She pushed her chair back hastily and rushed to the sink, fumbling with the faucet to get more water. But when she turned the knob, nothing came out. Not a single drop.

Her heart started to race, panic surging through her as she tried the faucet again, then again, each time more frantic. "Jin... the water's not working!" she shouted, turning to face him, her hands shaking.

He stood there, still smirking, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned casually against the counter. "That's strange, isn't it? Wonder how that happened."

"Jin, this isn't funny!" Y/n's voice was a mix of fear and anger now. She raced to the fridge, yanking it open, but her stomach dropped when she saw that it was empty. No milk, no juice, no water. Nothing.

Jin's chuckle echoed through the kitchen, and Y/n turned to see him walking slowly toward her, his footsteps deliberate, almost taunting. "You shouldn't have gotten so close to him, Y/n," he said, his voice darkening with each word. "You know how I feel about that."

Y/n's mind raced, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "What? Who? Jin, what are you talking about?"

"Your coworker," Jin spat, his eyes narrowing. "I saw you with him. Laughing, talking, touching his arm like it was no big deal. You think I wouldn't notice?"

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. She remembered the moment he was talking about—she and her coworker had been discussing a project, and she'd barely even noticed when she'd touched his arm in a friendly gesture. It was nothing, just a casual interaction. But to Jin, it was clearly much more.

"Jin... it wasn't like that. We were just talking about work," Y/n stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. "I swear, it didn't mean anything."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. "Didn't mean anything?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "You're mine, Y/n. Mine. No one else gets to have you, no one else gets to be close to you. Do you understand?"

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, the heat from the food still burning her mouth and throat, making it hard to think straight. She dropped to her knees in front of him, desperation taking over. "Please, Jin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I promise, I won't do it again. Just... please, give me some water."

Jin looked down at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, his lips curled into a wicked smile, and he crouched down to meet her eye level. "Begging already? That's more like it."

"Please," Y/n whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Jin. Please, just give me some water. I'll do anything."

He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek, his touch almost tender. "You'll do anything?" he repeated, his voice soft, almost gentle. But there was nothing gentle about the look in his eyes. "Then promise me you'll never go near him again. Promise you'll never even look at another man the way you looked at him."

"I promise," Y/n sobbed, her voice breaking. "I won't even talk to him, I swear. Please, Jin..."

For a moment, Jin just stared at her, his gaze piercing, as if he were searching for any hint of deceit in her words. Finally, he nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good girl," he murmured, standing up and walking over to the counter.

He picked up a glass and filled it from a bottle of cold water he'd had hidden away. Then he walked back to her, holding it just out of reach. "You've learned your lesson, haven't you, Y/n?"

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the glass. "I've learned, Jin. Please..."

He handed her the glass, watching intently as she drank it down in desperate gulps, the cold water soothing the fire in her mouth and throat. When she was finished, Y/n looked up at him, trembling, waiting for whatever he would say next.

Jin knelt down beside her again, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Remember, Y/n. You belong to me. No one else. If you ever forget that... I won't be so kind next time."

Y/n nodded frantically, too terrified to do anything else. Jin's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "That's my good girl. Now, why don't you finish your dinner? We wouldn't want it to go to waste."

The thought of eating more of that spicy pasta made Y/n's stomach churn, but she forced herself to nod, knowing she didn't have a choice. As she sat back down at the table, Jin's eyes never left her, watching every bite she took with a dark satisfaction that made her skin crawl.

And as she ate, the oppressive silence of the apartment closed in around her, a constant reminder that she was trapped, bound to a man whose love was as twisted as it was terrifying. Y/n knew she was losing herself, piece by piece, in the sinister web Jin had woven around her.

But there was no escape. Not from him. Not ever.