Dark BTS One-shots

Caged [NO SPECIFIC MEMBER]

Heyy my sapphires! I'm back (sorta).
I'm gonna try a new type of story. Instead of a specific member or all, I'm gonna make it open for all. This is only for this oneshot btw!

So in this, you can imagine any member while you read. And yeah, if non-ARMYS are reading this so they can imagine whoever they want. But I am gonna write it as of for BTS members. But yes, you all are welcome.

I had been thinking about this for a few days. I finally got over my laziness and decided to open the app and start writing. This year is gonna be super critical for me. I'll go on a hiatus soon for a whole year till June 2026 or maybe for a long time. I'll need to focus on my studies this year.

But yes, I've got a month or smtg like that. I'll try to write as much stories as I could in this month.

So now, let us begin.

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Y/N'S POV

"What?! You don't love me?!" My boyfriend of five years demanded, his voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to spill.

"It's not like that! Stop playing the victim!" I yelled, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face.

My boyfriend-or rather, my soon-to-be fiancé-turned out to be someone I never imagined. The man I had promised forever to just confessed something that sent shivers down my spine: his unhealthy, all-consuming obsession with me.

"Victim card?" he scoffed bitterly, his laughter dripping with malice. "Oh, sweetheart, that's played by those who aren't truly victims but pretend to be. Right now? I'm pretty sure I'm far from pretending."

"What are these pictures, then?!" I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear as I thrust the stack of photos toward him. They were ones I'd found hidden in his drawer-pictures of me from before we'd even met. While some were innocent enough, others were disturbingly personal, taken in moments I thought were mine alone.

"You're just exaggerating." he said calmly, his voice unsettlingly steady as he took a step closer, arms outstretched as if to embrace me. But I recoiled, stepping back with disgust etched on my face. My reaction made him halt in his tracks, a small, almost childlike pout forming on his lips.

"You stalked me!" I screamed, my voice shaking with disgust and fury.

"Aish... you're blowing this way out of proportion, baby." he said, his tone annoyingly casual as he flashed me a disarming smile. "Come on, calm down. Let's talk about this like adults, okay?"

"Shut up!" I screamed, my voice cracking with anger and betrayal. "There's nothing to talk about! You're disgusting! I loved you, only to find out about all the sick things you've done?!" I hurled his diary onto the mattress, its pages splayed open to reveal the disturbing secrets he had written inside.

His lips parted as his gaze fell on the open diary. His eyes, once soft, turned cold and calculating. But then, as if flipping a switch, he looked back at me with a smile that sent a chill down my spine. "I was young back then, of course." he said casually, as though it excused everything.

"You-" I gasped, struggling to control the boiling rage inside me. "You've been stalking me, tried to break into my house, physically fighting with guys just because they spoke to me. Wow, do you read fanfictions or something?" I sneered, the sarcasm thick in my voice as I tried to mask the fear creeping in.