Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Bound by Darkness || OT7

The night was cold, and the wind howled through the dense forest. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the dark, her breath ragged and her legs burning with exhaustion. She glanced over her shoulder, the shadows of her pursuers closing in. The fear gripping her was almost paralyzing, but she pushed herself to keep running, desperate to escape.

The moonlight barely illuminated her path, but she had to keep going. She had to get away. Her mind raced, recalling the events that led to this moment. The deal had gone wrong—so wrong. Now, the group she had crossed, a notorious gang of Korean mafias, was after her. Their leader, Namjoon, was a man you didn't mess with, and his six partners—Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook—were just as ruthless.

Just as she thought she might have a chance, she tripped over a root, crashing to the ground. She gasped, pain shooting up her leg, but before she could get up, strong hands grabbed her arms and legs. Y/n screamed, kicking and thrashing, but it was no use.

"Let me go! Please!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Shh, don't cry, sweetheart," Jimin's voice was soft, but his grip was firm as he pinned her arm down. He looked at her with a twisted smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. "We don't want to hurt you... too much."

Yoongi, who was holding her other arm, chuckled darkly. "Should've thought of that before you ran, baby girl."

"Please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—" Y/n's voice was choked with sobs, her words pleading and desperate.

Hoseok, who had one of her legs pinned down, tilted his head with a mocking pout. "Oh, darling, you're breaking our hearts. But you know we can't let this slide."

Jungkook, holding her other leg, leaned in close to her face, his breath hot against her cheek. "You belong to us now, pretty. There's no running away."

Before Y/n could respond, she saw Namjoon approaching. He was calm, almost serene, as he crouched down beside her. His presence was commanding, the others falling silent as he knelt next to her head. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Shh, don't cry, darling," Namjoon whispered, his voice low and soothing. His hand moved to softly pat her hair, his touch almost tender. "Everything's going to be okay."

"No, please," Y/n sobbed, struggling against their hold. "Please don't hurt me... I'll do anything..."

Namjoon's smile widened as he pulled out a small cloth from his pocket, doused in a pungent liquid. "Oh, sweetheart, you won't feel a thing. Just sleep for a while, okay?"

She screamed as he brought the cloth to her face, the sickly sweet smell of chloroform overwhelming her senses. Her struggles weakened as her vision blurred, Namjoon's cold gaze the last thing she saw before everything went dark.

Y/n woke up to a blinding white light, her head pounding and her body feeling heavy and numb. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but everything was hazy. She was lying on a soft bed, the sheets cool against her skin. For a brief moment, she thought maybe it had all been a nightmare.

But when she tried to move, panic set in. Her arms were tied to the bedposts with soft silk, but it was her legs—she couldn't move them at all. No matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't respond.

"No... no, no, no..." Y/n whispered in horror, tears filling her eyes again.

"Ah, you're awake, sweetie." The voice was familiar, sickeningly sweet. Jin appeared in her line of sight, his expression one of mock concern. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. "How do you feel?"