Dark BTS One-shots

⚠️ Caged pt.2 [NO SPECIFIC MEMBER]

Y/N's POV [continued]

"I'm back, baby." his voice echoed-a cruel melody that sent shivers down my spine. My tormentor had returned.

Fear gripped me as I realized what day it was-his birthday. He probably expected me to wish him, to acknowledge him. But I wouldn't.

I sat in the bedroom, the very prison he'd trapped me in, the walls closing in like a vice. The sharp click of the lock turning made my heart jolt, and the door creaked open. There he stood-my so-called boyfriend-his bright smile hiding the darkness I knew all too well.

I refused to look at him, keeping my back turned as I stood facing the shelf he had so generously provided-a hollow attempt to keep me from getting "bored" in this cage. The sound of his footsteps behind me was a reminder that my defiance wouldn't go unnoticed.

A shiver ran through me as his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me into an unyielding embrace. I flinched, but he didn't care. His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and deliberate against my skin, as if staking his claim.

"Today's my birthday." he murmured, his voice soft yet laced with a chilling undertone. He rested his chin on my shoulder, the weight of his presence suffocating. "Won't you wish me?"

"H-Happy b-birthday..." I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with fear and unease as his presence pressed heavily against me.

"Aww, thank you baby!" He said, his voice dripping with sweetness. Then, without warning, his lips pressed against my neck, his kiss lingering as if marking me, trying to claim me.

He pulled away from the backhug, spinning me around to face him. His gaze was sharp, a playful yet possessive smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Haven't you prepared something for me, like every year?" he asked, his tone laced with something darker. I could identify it, and that made me terrified. It was surely lust.

"D-Don't expect me to p-prepare a surprise like every year..." I stuttered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and rising anger. "Not after... your true self was revealed." My hands balled into fists at my sides, my heart pounding as the rage bubbled just beneath the surface.

"Oh no, baby." his voice dropped, a sinister edge creeping into every word. "I don't want your surprise candlelight dinner or gifts like every year." He stepped closer, his gaze darkening as he leaned in, "This time, I want something else..." His words hung in the air, suffocating, his intentions clear and terrifying.

"N-N-" I tried to protest, my words caught in my throat, but before I could say anything more, he silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips, the gesture both commanding and possessive.

"Say no more. I am in a good mood today." he commanded, his voice cold and final. "Prepare yourself a dress. We're going out. We'll have our dinner outside too." He stepped back, his eyes never leaving me, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips as he turned and walked away, leaving me trapped in his words, unable to refuse.

TIME SKIP

As we walked outside, his behavior-a perfect picture of a decent, charming man-took me by surprise. The way he smiled, his polite words, it was almost convincing. But beneath that facade, I knew exactly what was lurking. I could feel it, the darkness that would soon resurface. The calm before the storm.