BTS Yandere Tales

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A story made for -drapetomania. She message me for this, so here you go bby💕
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I stroked my messy hair as I scribbled words on my journal. I let my mind wander freely. This is my way of relieving stress. I write poems on my journal.

Some are about how I battle everyday in school, most are about Jeon Jungkook, the boy I've been crushing on since 1st year high.

I like him a lot. I mean, who wouldn't? MVP in basketball, black belter in taekwondo, angelic vocals, sexy brain, sex appeal. Who wouldn't fall for him?

I smiled as I remember my firs encounter with him.

I was wandering aimlessly at this new school. I am a Filipino transferee. This school is pretty huge. I felt a pat on my shoulder. I turned to see a tall handsome boy.

"Hey, are you lost? Do you need help?" He asked as he scratched the back of his head.

"I kind of am. I am actually having troubles finding the student building. May you help me out?" I shyly asked.

"Sure. I was about to go there anyways." He then lead me there.

That was our first and last encounter. I know that I shouldn't keep my hopes high. Not because he helped me out doesn't mean we are already close friends.

"Babe? You're spacing out again." My good gay friend named Jimin said. He's been my best friend since I got here. Total waste but he's gay.

I whined like a kid and layed my head on his lap. Not like there is malice in this act. We've done practically everything together. Don't get me wrong. We never slept with each other because his beautiful ass is too gay.

"Will he ever like me back, Jiminie?"
"Will you ever stop liking him, Y/N?" He sassily asked.

"N-no." I like him so much. "Then you just answered your question."

I sat up and hit his head. "Thanks for the support, hoe." I sarcastically said.

He dramatically rubbed the spot that I hit. "I was just being honest."

I rolled my eyes and diverted my attention away. Sadly, it went to a not so beautiful view. It was Jeon Jungkook flirting with a senior that I'm really close to.

"Bitch, why the fuck are you crying?" Jimin asked. I didn't realize that I was shedding tears.

I hugged Jimin and burried my face on his masculine chest. He stroked my hair in a gentle and loving manner.

Third Person's POV
Jimin pitied his friend so damn much. He badly wanted to kill Jeon Jungkook.

'Why do you have to endure the pain of loving such asshole. Why are you so blind that you can't see that I'm here for you?'

While Jimin was busy comforting his friend, he didn't notice that someone was already killing him with stares.

'Be thankful that you're gay, Park Jimin, or else you won't be here at this very moment.'

Y/N hugged Jimin tightly. "Why didn't I fall for you, Jiminie?"

Jimin got flustered. "I'm gay, you bitch. I don't like vaginas." 'Why didn't you?' Jimin thought.

'Why didn't you fall for him? Cause your mine. Fucking mine.'

Classes soon ended. I normally walk home with Jimin. We are neighbors. We are strolling hand in hand.