'He can't keep control. Apparently I'm his medicine, the only thing to keep him sane.' A Yandere Jimin x Reader Fan Fiction!
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Warning: May contain mature themes.
Note: I own the story and plot.
"What was that?" I said, not knowing that I had whispered. "I don't know," Jimin whispered back, slowly getting off the bed.
"(L/N), (Y/N)." A large voice echoed through the building, a megaphone. I started to tremble, Jimin pulling me closer and stroking my head.
"If you come out now we won't turn into violence. We know you were not the one responsible for killing your parents." They said, who were these people? Definitely not the police... Nobody would come here if Jimin's saying of it being in the middle of nowhere was true.
"We know that you have hidden here to protect yourself. We will take care of you now." They said, what the f*ck? "Jimin, what do we do? I'm scared..." I said, my trembling getting worse.
"Shh... Calm down..." He whispered, rubbing my back.
I suddenly heard the glass door of the green house break, slapping my hand over my mouth to prevent a scream. "Your friend won't be harmed if you make the right choice." They said.
Everything went by so fast. After that, the screams, the blood, Jimin was knocked out on the bed, the men holding my arms as I tried to go to him. They carried me off, everything was so blurry... I remember the one thing I saw when I left the house, fields, and the numbers....
17834
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My eyes fluttered open, my head throbbing. I carefully tried to get up, where was I? I looked around, the room seemed so big and fancy. The bed had a canopy, draping from the corners and center of the white rods were sheer blue and pink fabric.
The blanket was a light pink fluffy material, the pillows my head rested on, blue, white and pink... I didn't like it. I felt like a Tumblr model for some sort of aesthetic bedroom...
What frightened me was that my clothing had changed.
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(Too lazy to pick one, u choose!)
Where was I? What was this? Who changed my clothes? What life did I have to deserve all these beautiful things in life?
