A Yandere's crush- {Namjin AU}

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It's like 8 PM here and i need help, watching fake love comeback and dying over Joonie

ANYWAYS.. 

This is a look into what Jackson's and Joonie's relationship looks like.

Song should explain it.

-Jackson's POV-

"Oh Namjoonie~~ where are you?" I called out for her. She couldn't hide forever. I heard her cough and followed the sound. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" She shouted. 

I smirked and said, "Don't talk to me that way~" while tilting her chin up towards me. I laughed and her face turned from anger into fear. 

"Baby girl, imagine if people at school found out I hurt you to force you into a relationship~" I said. 

".." She said nothing, I saw the tears in her eyes.

"Aww, are you gonna cry?" I tease her.

She hangs her head and mutters, "Get it over with.. please."

"With pleasure." I laugh.

I end it quick, with a slap to her face and some kicking her shins. I laugh as she falls to the ground. With that done, I leave her house satisfied.

                                               -Joon's POV-

If I hadn't been so in love with him, would I have to go through this? I imagine not. At first, he was actually a loving person and cared. What happened? What changed? I miss the old jackson, but I know deep down he won't come back. 

I stand up and wipe the dirt off. The pain in my shins bothered me slightly, but not enough to make me cry. I hear the door crack open and flinch, thinking it was HIM, but thankfully it isn't. It's just the package delivery man, asking for a signature. I sign off, lost in thought about what had happened at school today. The teachers had put flowers on Park Jimin's desk. They told us he'd taken his life, and that he'd left a suicide note. One kid, Kim Seokjin who has a bad reputation for being aggressively, hadn't reacted. He looked at me with a weird look on his face, as if saying he'd something to do with it. I'd looked away from him, wondering what was on his mind. Jackson had been glaring at Jin though, and after class Jackson yelled at me for looking at another boy. I'd rolled my eyes at the thought. 

Then I wondered, was there a way out of this relationship? 

Or would I be stuck forever?

I pushed those thoughts away, and seeing as it was late I decided to get myself dinner. Since I lived alone, I pretty much had all freedom. My parents were overseas, studying in America. They wouldn't be back until I was at least 28. Yes, I missed them but the quiet was nice. I decided not to watch TV and just shower and go to bed. I had a long day and maybe I could just take my mind off of my abusive 'boyfriend.'

Sadly, it wasn't easy. He kept haunting my dreams, making me wonder if he truly loved me. 

I saw a figure out my window. Clearly male, tall, broad shoulders. You're just seeing things, I tell myself. I decide to head back to bed, preparing myself for a long day of misery and torture from Jackson.

Why did I agree to date him in the first place?