Dark BTS One-shots

Catch the FREAK pt.4 [OT7]

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"I see you're having fun."

a voice suddenly interrupted. Yoongi and Y/N whipped around, startled to find Jin standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He leaned casually against the frame, his gaze sharp and unblinking as he watched them. The tension in the room thickened as his eyes flicked from Yoongi to Y/N, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi asked, his voice tinged with barely concealed irritation. But Jin didn't respond. Instead, he took slow, deliberate steps toward them, his gaze fixed intently on Yoongi. Their eyes locked, the tension between them thick and electric. Yoongi's glare was sharp, while Jin's smirk unfazed, almost mocking.

"I couldn't just leave my friends all alone." Jin said smoothly, his gaze shifting to Y/N with intensity."What if Y/N got... scared, and you weren't there to protect her?" His tone held no genuine concern-instead, it dripped with something darker, something possessive. His eyes lingered on her, his smirk growing as if he enjoyed the slight discomfort flickering across her face. Yoongi's jaw clenched beside her, his hand tightening around the diary as Jin's words hung in the air, unsettling and impossible to ignore.

Jin's gaze dropped to the diary clutched in Yoongi's grip, a flicker of intrigue flashing across his eyes. For a brief second, he studied it, then looked back up at Yoongi, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The unspoken tension thickened between them as they exchanged a silent, loaded glance-one daring, the other defiant. Jin's smirk deepened, as though he was already piecing together secrets Yoongi wanted to keep hidden.

"Shouldn't we find the paper...?" Y/N spoke up, her voice breaking the tense silence. She hesitated, her discomfort evident as she shifted uncomfortably between Yoongi and Jin. The weight of their gaze felt suffocating, and she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling curling in her stomach. She wanted to focus on the task at hand.

Jin chuckled softly as he made his way over to the piano, his fingers hovering just above the keys without pressing down, as if testing their weight. The playful smirk had faded, replaced by a thoughtful intensity as he studied the instrument, his gaze distant. Both Yoongi and Y/N watched him while he pressed the keys slowly.

"You see, it's not even that old. It works absolutely fine." Jin's voice was low, casual as he finally spoke, his eyes lifting to meet Yoongi's. The tension between them thickened once more, but this time, there was a certain coolness in Jin's demeanor, a quiet challenge in his gaze. His fingers briefly brushed the keys, testing them again, as though he were daring Yoongi to react.

Yoongi knew exactly what Jin was trying to do. He could see through the act-the way Jin was subtly trying to provoke him, pushing Y/N to witness his darker side. But Yoongi couldn't let that happen. He couldn't risk showing Y/N his anger, no matter how much it simmered just beneath the surface. He was patient, yes, but his rage was something else-an uncontrollable force that he kept tightly locked away. The last thing he needed was for Y/N to see that side of him. Not yet.

"You're wicked, aren't you?" Yoongi muttered to Jin, careful enough so Y/N wouldn't hear, his voice low but sharp. "But I'm no less." Yoongi's smirk curved at the edges. "She's already wary of you. Maybe she's wary of me too, but you're more creepy for her. One proof for this is that she wanted me to accompany her, not you."
Yoongi just added more oil to the ignited fire in Jin, and he just glared at Yoongi.

Now it was Yoongi's turn to smirk, and Jin's turn to get angry. His glare sharpened more as his gaze bore into Yoongi.

Y/N, feeling confused and out of place, decided to step away and check out the room while they continued their tense conversation.