Siren Namjoon is in the works! Demi-God Yoongi is published!
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I had been warned. Taeyong had warned me this would happen.
"Stay away from Yuta" His voice had lowered a complete octave before he abandoned his case completely. Taeyong was a sweet as they could get, whereas his best friend Yuta was the opposite. I had heard so many terrible rumours about Yuta, yet as he spoke to me, I was constantly reminded that they were just rumours.
The way Yuta spoke was gentle, when accompanied by his sweet smile he was almost irresistable. I should've known better.
Girls would swoon and he would ignore. They meant nothing to him, yet he took them to bed each night.
Seeing Yuta, that night was a coincidence. You had been out and about the town with your friends for the first time in weeks. Yuta had been wandering alone, his thoughts hanging above his head like storm clouds after his earlier engagement. He had set his eyes on you like a predator on prey. The gun hidden beneath his belt was itching to be fired.
"Y/N" he had called as he got closer. Your head had turned to see a grinning Yuta, hands snug in his pockets as he stepped towards you. Your eyebrows had furrowed together, seeing Yuta in the dead of night was so overly strange that Taeyong's warnings were ringing through your brain.
"Yuta, what are you doing here?" The Japanese beauty was only a metre away from you now, you could feel the heat of his body radiate into the cold air surrounding you both.
"Do you trust me?" The statement wasn't what you were waiting for and as you stood in silence, pondering over your thoughts, your eyes latched onto metal weapon attached to his belt.
"No" You whispered. His smile had fallen slightly as he too looked down at the weapon.
"Don't worry angel, that isn' for you" He reassured. His hands shots forward to your shoulders so quickly that you flinched, a flurry of panic overtaking you as the rumoured killer laid his hands on you.
"I'm loyal to you, I have proved that tonight" You were lost, Yuta's hands tightening a little on your shoulders before trailing down to your forearms.
"what are you talking about?" Your own hands had clutched Yuta's forearms as you shook them lightly.
"Answer me!" You pleaded.
"I killed them" He whispered, the proof was there. Small red splatters were evident on his plaid overshirt, his fingers were stained red. You were caught in shock before Yuta embraced your unresponsive frame.
"I love you" he cooed.
