Control | #Wattys2018 | Yandere Jimin

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He's worthless...

Jimin left you to die.

Words that seemed true swam around my head as I laid down on something stiff yet soft. My head was laid down on a thin pillow, something tight around my arm and a wet material on my forehead.

'Jimin doesn't deserve you.'

'I can help you make sure he pays for what he's done to you.'

I recognized that voice.

"Get away from me..." I moaned.

I heard it chuckle. But it wasn't cold, I felt safe.

'Just hear me out. Jimin left you to die, he knew Chungha was out there trying to kill you, he wanted to make you suffer.'

'But, if you trusted me more than him, he'd be weak. We'd both be happy... together.'

I thought about what he proposed, the idea somewhat pleasing. What he said was so convincing to me, he did leave me to die, he knew Chungha was there. He hated me.

So I'll treat him as if I didn't care either.

'Just make sure he's miserable when I'm not taking him over.'

They chuckled before the safeness turned to cold and fear. I panicked, a feeling of air hit my chest as I realized I wasn't breathing earlier.

My eyes opened, as I saw everything around me looked strange. It all looked sideways, all the furniture was fine but the paintings and the other things were all twisted sideways.

What scared me was that a bowl was turned sideways, I could see water still inside it, what?

"I heard someone-" I heard Jimin. Hatred burned in my chest but I sat up, grabbing whatever was on my forehead.

It was a wet towel. A door around a corner opened and I saw Jimin with a younger man walk in. Jimin's eyes widened as he quickly ran to my bed.

"Thank goodness you're awake." He smiled, going in to hug me before I pushed him with my good arm.

"Don't you dare touch me. Stay the hell away from me, liar." I spat, dread went over his face as he turned to the other man.

He simply sighed, shaking his head before looking down. Jimin looked back at me, tears forming in his eyes.

"(Y/N), snap out of it." He said.

I looked at the bowl, seeing him shake his head, he smirked as he enjoyed what was unfolding in front of him.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I raised my voice, but went back down as my head throbbed.

"He's gotten to your head. Baby, snap out of it." He grabbed my shoulders, shaking them lightly.

"I said stay away from me." I slapped his arms off.

"First, I'm not your baby. Second, if you're talking about your sick demon friend, I thought we got rid of him?" I growled.

I glanced at the bowl, he gave me the 'fair enough' look as he nodded. I mentally sighed of relief.

"Can you just leave me alone?" I growled, he sighed, nodding before walking away.

I looked at the bowl, he was no longer there.

"You did good," I heard his voice. I looked to my left, it was him sitting on a chair. It looked almost like Jimin except scarier.. but I didn't seem fazed by his appearance.