Dying for you| Yandere BTS X Reader (Completed)

five: Seokjin

     Y/n's_POV

     I look up to the ceiling as I lay down on my bed. I am resting after a day of hard work. I've been flooded with papers since last week, and I can't seem to catch a break.

     I have been really stressed lately. I usually don't have enough time to do anything with anyone anymore. I feel bad so I think I want to go and eat with my best friend.

     I pick up my phone, that is next to my head, and call my him.

     Ring, ring, ri-

     "How's it goin' stranger?"

     I giggle "It's actually pretty damn stressful. How 'bout you?"

     He chuckles "Carefree. Life is great!" He says jokingly.

     I roll my eyes, and even though we can't see one another, I know he can tell that I did. "Good for you, rich kid."

     "It's not my fault my handsome face made me rich!"

     "And you allow your best friend to be broke? For shame!" I say jokingly. I shake my head and can hear him laugh on the other line. "Hey, so are you free tonight?"

     "Yeah?" He says a little excitedly.

     "Cool, so do you want to go check out a new "cafe" that opened up down the road? They call it a cafe, but really it is a restaurant."

     "You know I can't turn down food. Although, I was going to go anyway since you're the one asking. So who else is going?"

     "It will just be us."

     "Okay. I'll be ready to go in about an hour."

     "Sounds good. I'll pick you up."

     "Sure. See ya soon!

     "Bye, Jin~" I sang and hung up the phone.

***
     At the restaurant, Seokjin and I have a lot of fun talking and catching up with one another. This has been our first meet up in a couple of months.

     We are best friends, but we actually don't get to hang out that often. We have both been incredibly busy, so it is hard to make the time.

     Seokjin's POV

     I try to keep a smile on my face and keep control of myself. It's so hard to do.

     She thinks that "Best Friend" is what I see her as.

     No.

     She is my queen, my angel. She is the thing that keeps me from going insane. I worship the ground she stands on as if she were a god.

     I control myself around her. I don't need her getting scared and running away from me.

     She is wearing a dress that catches my eye. It hugs tight against her torso, then it flows from her waist down to just above her mid-thigh.

     She is comfortable wearing things like that in front of me now. She thinks I am not attracted to her, but she would absolutely be wrong to assume that.

     I'm having trouble not wrapping my arms around her waist and connecting her beautiful lips with mine. It's so difficult, but the time isn't right, yet.

     I listen to what she tells me. At the same time, I look around, pretending to look at the decor. I am actually looking around at the other men in the room.

     I have seen a few guys give her some looks that I am not pleased with. I think I'll have to have a few "words" with them after we are done here.

      Ah. Don't worry Y/n. I'll protect you from these dogs. I'll make sure that I am the only guy you smile with.

     The only guy that gets to touch you.

     The only guy that gets to take you...

     I promise...