My Favorite Stalker (M.Y.G Story)

15

A rush

That's what I felt as I stood in front of Jimin's house. My eyes ran over the area.

One car in the driveway. Jimin's red 2014 Ford Mustang. So his parents aren't home? Perfect.

I took out my earbuds as I walked up to his door, pressing the doorbell. I waited for a moment before I heard hurried footsteps coming towards the door.

     The door opened, revealing a pink haired boy. His shirt was open, and his pants were hanging against his waist, his belt yet to be buckled. He was getting ready for his date.

      That only fueled my anger, I fought to keep a neutral expression on my face.

     "Jimin! I go to your school, do you have a minute?" I let myself in, walking into the big home. The visibly confused boy looked back and forth between me and the door.

     "Do I know-"

     I knew that Jimin was too kind hearted to just kick me out like most people would do.

"We have some classes together, can I crash here for the night?" I faked a bright smile, walking further into his house. He closed the door, following behind me.

"I don't even know your na-"

"Yoongi." I looked around, my eyes falling to the kitchen. My fingers ran over the drawers as he watched me from across the room. His face showed a shocked expression, a stranger just making their way into his house, I kept the smile on...I didn't want him scared just yet.

"My parents kicked me out." I tried giving a sad face with my lie. I didn't even have parents anymore. But his demeanor seemed to change.

"Oh...I'm sorry. I guess..." Jimin looked at me, sympathy on his face. "You can stay for the night."

Yes! I had no plan of staying for the night but I had to get him comfortable.

"I have to go out in a minute though, so-" The rest of his words didn't process in my head. I watched as he turned around and headed upstairs, probably to finish dressing.

I pulled open the drawer.

I grabbed the first knife I saw.

I felt...a wave of excitement. I was going to do it, he was going to be gone.

I hated him. The way y/n looked at him, I wanted her to look at me like that. He didn't deserve her.

I closed the drawer, my grip on the knife handle, tightening. I heard Jimin's steps on the stairs, I made my move. Rushing over to the bottom of the stairs, I held the knife behind my back, pretending to have my hands folded.

He looked at me as he made his way down.

"You can watch TV or so-"

He was taken back as I rushed towards him, my free hand grabbing his neck, his eyes widened in shock. Before he had time to process anything, I moved my hand, the knife right above his chest.

    It was exhilarating

     The blood, the screams, the pleads. The rush...was amazing. I must've stabbed him at least 10 times, a wide smile on my face.

     "Hm not so perky now are we?" I laughed even though he was far beyond the point where he could speak.

     Dead people can't speak.