Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

01

An art museum. That's where it all went wrong, an art museum.

The bruise on my cheek, my broken legs, that numb bitter feeling. All because of an art museum.

<6 weeks ago>

"The work of Picasso is what many think of when they hear abstract, but he was just one of the many painters who have done breathtaking works of abstract art. For instance,"

I couldn't help but zone out. I never asked to be here, but nevertheless, here I was.

I'm an art major at a pretty prestigious private university in Seoul. I have always loved art and how you can express even your deepest emotions just by sliding a paint brush across a canvas. I knew what I wanted to do as soon as I graduated high school, but this, was not it.

"Minkyon." A snap was heard in front of my face.

"Minkyon." The voice appeared again, this time accompanied by a hand waving in front of my eyes.

"Huh? Oh, sorry!" I muttered, looking at my teacher with a light blush painting my cheeks.

"It's quite alright Minkyon, just know these things will be on the exam." She said.
I nodded, giving her a smile.

A small smile graced her lips as well. "You're a good student Minkyon."

I bowed my head in thanks, as she continued giving the class a tour.
"Now here, you'll see a classic, Starry Night by Van Gogh, of course, it's a print of the original, but that doesn't make it any less stunning." The teacher chirped.

"Mrs." I spoke up.

"Yes?" She looked at me.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, laughing nervously. I hated to be the one to interrupt, but I really had to go.

"It's downstairs, dear. Just head down the steps and you'll see it on your right." She smiled softly. I nodded, walking away from the rest of the class to go use the bathroom.

Once I was far enough away, I realized how empty the museum was without the rest of my classmates around. Despite how empty it was, I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I shuddered, making my way to the restroom.

I hurried my way over, hoping to rid myself of the feeling of being watched, but as I came closer, I only began to feel more uneasy.

As my hand reached the knob of the bathroom door, I felt a warm body pulling me against it before a cloth covered my mouth. I tried to scream, but I felt my consciousness slip, but not before seeing the handsome face of my captor.