BTS Yandere Tales

Inhyeong (Doll)

"You know, Y/N, I really don't understand why you love dolls so much. They scare me a lot, especially that one." My cousin-slash-best friend said as he watch me dust my collections of dolls, specifically my favorite one.

"You know, Jay, I don't understand you either. You are scared of dolls and you are a f*cking male specie."

"Psh. After you take care of your pieces of shit go down and help your mom out, grandma is coming." and he left me alone.

"I really don't understand why they don't like you guys. " I talked to the set of dolls as if they are humans who can communicate with me.

There are seven of them. I have more but I like these ones for an unknown reason. I bought them from different vintage shops, but they all have one thing in common, the are all at least a hundred year old. I really love the comfort they give me. They make me feel at ease and safe. That is why I have them placed inside my room even if I have a separate storage for my dolls.

"Y/N!" I heard cousins annoying voice. I stood up and walked towards my door.

"Only you can see the good in us."

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We sat all together in the dining table, mine and my cousin's family and of course my grand mother.

"So Y/N, how is life?"

Before I can answer, my mom butted in.

"Life is fine, mom. Y/N is on top of her class and she is enjoying her teenage life."

"Oh, I see. That is great. Enjoy youth while it lasts. Well, if you may excuse me I would like to go too the comfort room." My mom accompanied my grandma to the comfort room.

Author's POV

Y/N's mom led Leah, her grandma, to the second floor bathroom, the one inside Y/N's room, since the one downstairs is under maintenance.

As they entered, Leah saw somethings she never wanted to see... again.

"Wh-who owns those?" She nervously asked Y/N's mother, pointing to the dolls on Y/N's bed.

"Oh those? They belong to Y/N. That girl loves dolls a lot. I don't even know why she prefer those even if she have tons of prettier ones, those are creepy" Her mother chuckled.

Leah tried to brush the memories off and set foot into the bathroom.

Until then, as she was washing her hands, voices rang in her head.

"The debt, Leah. The debt." Different voices repeated.

She clutched unto her ears with hope that the voices will vanish, but they didn't. In fact, it intensified.

"No! I take it back! Please! I was wrong! not my--- Mama! What happened" The voices vanished as her daughter opened the comfort room's door. She immediately went out. She was about to leave the house when she noticed her one and only granddaughter, standing there together with her cousins and her cousin's family, all are confused.

She ran to Y/N and held her as tight as she can.

"I'm so sorry, my dear Y/N. Grandma is sorry." She softly said as she stroke her granddaughter's hair.

"A-about what, grandma?" Confused Y/N asked, hoping for an answer.

"For everything. Take good care of yourself, my dear. The d-dolls" her grandma passed out.

Y/N's POV

It's been weeks since the incident happened. Everything is blurry to me. All I remember is grandma passing out and that she mentioned the dolls. Grandma is fine now, but she wouldn't speak.

By the way, My mom burnt the dolls. I don't even know why.

I heard the familiar sound of the piano which led me to the room where my late grandfather's grand piano is located.

My heart started to pounce. I opened the door and found nothing but one of my dolls. The one with green hair. I felt really terrified. I saw my mom burn the dolls! How could this be?!

I picked the doll up and to my horror, it looks... awful.

I heard a loud thud from the other room. The room where all of my other dolls are kept. As I enter, I saw all of my dolls destroyed. Some had their limbs and head detached, while the porcelain ones were broken into bits.

The only ones remained untouched are the other six of the dolls my mom burned right in front of me.

What confused me the most is how they looked. Where were the charming dolls I sleep to bed with? All I see are dolls with sinister smile on their faces, their eyes are of different colors and they look muddy.

"W-what the fuck is going on?!" I mumbled to myself.

My clutched unto my head as unfamiliar memories crashed into me like tidal waves.

I saw grandma beside a man who was lying on the bed.

"My love, wake up" She pleaded

"Th-the dolls." she mumbled. I saw her got up and searched for something. She went to the altar with seven dolls in her hands. She placed the dolls on the empty altar and she light up a black candle and chanted words I couldn't understand.

The next thing I know was that I was already in a manor. I was about to shout but then I saw grandma walked towards seven thrones. Seven deadly attractive men sat on each of the thrones.

"Peasant, what brought you here?" A cold voice spoke. I looked at the seven men. Th-they look like my dolls!

"My-My husband, lords, my husband is dying. P-please I'd do everything just save him, please." I badly want to comfort grandma.

One of them smirked. "What do you have to offer? Surely it won't be your body. We'll reject immediately if that is the case."

"N-no. I have a son. M-my son" I assume that this was when my grandma was at least 25 years old. That time the only child she has is Jay's father.

"But lady, we are men. We don't need another specie with penis. We have seven of those." What a f*cking pervert.

"Stop wasting our time, lady. If you have nothing to offer, might as well bid good bye to your husband-- No!"

"My- my first granddaughter. I swear. I'll give you the first granddaughter that I'll have." Realization hit me.

"I'm so sorry, my dear Y/N. Grandma is sorry."

"The d-dolls"

"I'll give you the first granddaughter that I'll have."

I am the only granddaughter

Which means--- I turned back to the thrones, grandma was gone, and seven pairs of eyes are piercing through me.

"Yes, my love, you are ours now."

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I gasped for air. That was heck of a dream. But--- N-no. I'm still inside the manor, difference is that I'm tied up to a throne adorned with different gems.

The seven men surrounded me.

"My love, you are finally with us." one said.

"Quit it, Namjoon, you are scaring her." The other stated.

"Will you p-please let me go?" I know it will be of no avail but who knows?

"No can't do, baby doll. We've waited for years just to be with you."

"Your imbecile of a grandmother even thought she can outsmart us by bringing the dolls to different locations. Tsk. Nothing can't stop us from claiming what's ours. All of this isn't coincidence. It is all meant to happen."

"Now the debt has been paid."

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