Yandere BTS Oneshots.

Escape into Darkness: The Sinister Stream || KNJ, KSJ & KTH

Y/n sat in her dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from her laptop screen. She had heard about the dark web before, mostly in cautionary tales and horror stories, but tonight, curiosity got the better of her. She had been scrolling through random sites, looking for something to catch her interest. That's when she stumbled upon a link titled "Fucking, Breaking, and Torturing." The title alone sent a shiver down her spine, but instead of backing away, she felt an inexplicable urge to click on it.

The page loaded slowly, the buffering circle taunting her as she debated whether to close the window. But just as she was about to exit, the stream popped up. The screen showed a dark room illuminated by a single overhead light. Three tall, shirtless men stood in the center, their faces obscured by black masks. Their muscular bodies glistened under the harsh light, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and strange attraction.

The chat window was alive with comments from other viewers, most of them egging the men on. Y/n's heart raced as she hovered her fingers over the keyboard, unsure if she should join the conversation or leave the stream before things got too intense. But then, one of the men looked directly at the camera, as if he could see her through the screen.

"Looks like we've got a new viewer," he said, his voice low and dripping with a mix of flirtation and menace. "Welcome to the show, sweetheart. What brings you here tonight?"

Y/n hesitated before typing, "Just curious... What do you guys do here?"

The man chuckled, a sound that sent a thrill of fear down her spine. "Oh, we do a lot of things, darling. We fuck, break, and torture the girls who get away from us. But don't worry, it's all in good fun. The viewers seem to enjoy it, and we always aim to please."

Another man stepped forward, his voice smoother but no less intimidating. "We've been tracking one particular girl for a while now. She's been playing hard to get, always running, always hiding." He paused, leaning closer to the camera as if he was about to reveal a secret. "But no one can hide forever."

Y/n's fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind racing. She felt a strange disconnect, like this was all some twisted game, a fantasy that couldn't possibly involve her. But then, the man spoke again.

"We've been watching her for a long time. Poor thing doesn't even know how close we've gotten. Her name is Y/n."

Y/n froze, her breath catching in her throat. She tried to rationalize it, telling herself there must be other girls with the same name. It couldn't possibly be her. This was just a sick coincidence. Right?

But before she could convince herself, the third man spoke up, his voice darker, laced with cruelty. "And her little boyfriend, Hoseok... What a nuisance. He's been getting in our way. But don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take care of him first."

Y/n gasped loudly, her hands shaking as she typed out a frantic message, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The first man chuckled again, a sound that made her skin crawl. "Oh, sweetheart, we just want you. We've been waiting for this moment. And now that you've found us, we'll never let you go. We'll fuck you in front of all our viewers, make you scream for them. Won't that be fun?"

Y/n slammed her laptop shut, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. She scrambled to unplug the device, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Every noise in the room suddenly felt amplified—the creak of the floorboards, the wind howling outside her window. It all seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with fear.

She glanced around her room, the once comforting space now felt alien and hostile. The shadows seemed to twist and contort, as if the masked men were hiding within them, waiting for the right moment to strike. She grabbed her phone and dialed Hoseok's number with trembling fingers. The line rang once, twice, before going straight to voicemail.