Yandere BTS Oneshots.

A Twisted New Year || KNJ

Y/n adjusted her scarf as she and Kim Namjoon strolled hand in hand down the busy street. Fireworks exploded in the night sky, lighting up the atmosphere with bursts of vibrant colors. It was New Year's Eve, and the city buzzed with excitement, laughter, and anticipation for the new year. Namjoon glanced at her, a small, loving smile tugging at his lips.

"Ready for the countdown?" he asked, his voice warm and deep.

"Of course," Y/n replied, smiling back at him. "This year has been amazing with you. I couldn't ask for anything more."

Namjoon squeezed her hand gently, his eyes softening. "You make every year amazing."

As they walked through the crowd, Y/n noticed a sleek black van parked a little further ahead. She didn't think much of it at first—until the doors slid open, and masked men jumped out, advancing toward them.

"Namjoon, what—" Y/n's words were cut short as one of the men grabbed her arm.

"Get off her!" Namjoon shouted, lunging forward to protect her, but another man swung a bat, hitting him squarely on the head. Y/n screamed as Namjoon collapsed onto the pavement, unconscious.

"No! Namjoon!" she cried, struggling against the iron grip of the men.

Before she could scream again, a bag was thrown over her head. She felt her hands being restrained, her body forced into the van. Her heart raced as the vehicle sped off, the sound of muffled voices and the hum of the engine filling her ears.

When the bag was finally removed from her head, Y/n blinked, adjusting to the dim, flickering light of the warehouse. She was tied to a cold, metal chair, her wrists secured tightly behind her back. Her breathing was ragged, her mind racing with questions and fear.

"Namjoon?" she called out, her voice shaky.

The heavy sound of boots echoed through the space. She froze as a figure emerged from the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was.

"Namjoon?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

But something was wrong. His expression wasn't the warm, comforting one she knew. Instead, a sinister smirk curled on his lips, his eyes cold and calculating.

"Hello, Y/n," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.

"W-what's going on? Are you okay?" she stammered, confusion washing over her.

Namjoon chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."

Y/n furrowed her brows, her stomach churning. "Why are you—"

Before she could finish, Namjoon snapped his fingers. His men stepped forward, dragging someone into the room. Y/n's breath hitched when she saw who it was.

"Hyunwoo?" she gasped, her eyes widening.

Her ex-boyfriend was barely recognizable. His face was bloodied and bruised, his body limp as the men held him up.

Namjoon's smirk deepened. "Surprised, love?"

"What is this?" Y/n cried, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this?"

Namjoon tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Oh, I think you know why. Or should I remind you?"

"I-I don't understand!"

Namjoon pulled out her phone from his pocket and held it up. The screen displayed an old photo of her and Hyunwoo, smiling and happy together.

"You didn't think I'd notice, did you?" Namjoon hissed. "Keeping his photos, Y/n? Not deleting them? Do you still love him?"