Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

02

As my consciousness began to piece itself back together and light trickled into my eyes, I felt everything all at once. The sore muscles in my body, the panic in my brain. Where the hell was I? How did I get here? While I was panicking and trying to recall my thoughts, footsteps broke up all my conclusions until my mind went blank once more.

All I could focus on was those footsteps.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The last one sounded sharp and close and I could feel my already tense muscles tightening in a fight or flight response. Then the door creaked open and more footsteps made their way closer and closer until a vaguely familiar man was right there in front of me. My eyes studied him, watching every move he made. The way he paced back and forth as if deciding what to do with me, the way his eyes raked over my body as if I were a full-course meal, and the way he hummed to himself in thought before he stopped moving altogether.

I could feel the tension rising in the air, what would he do next?

"This has to be some kind of mistake." I squeaked out.

He turned, looking at me with a small smirk on his natural pink lips. He shook his head, biting his lower lip before kneeling down before me.

"Of all the things I've done in my life, my sweet, I can say with one hundred percent certainty that this isn't a mistake."

I shuddered at the nickname, looking away from the male in front of me.

"Don't be shy, kitty, you and I are going to get very well acquainted."

I could practically hear the smugness in his voice.

"Why?" I murmured, looking up at him again.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

He chuckled lightly, a sweet sound that seemed out of place in this kind of situation. He walked closer to me, his hand gliding under my chin lightly.

"This wasn't a spur of the moment decision, kitty. All of this was meticulously planned." He said.

"I've seen how you shrink away from the rest of the world inside your own little bubble, the way your eyes light up when you draw, how you so easily forget everyone around you, and the way you dote over your artwork. The way you move, the way you speak, the way you think. All of it is so utterly beautiful."

In any normal scenario, I would honestly be very flattered that this handsome man sang praises of me without any hint of sarcasm. This wasn't a normal scenario. I could feel my skin crawl as he ran his finger across my jawline and up my cheek, tucking a hair behind my ear.

"Please stop. . ." I pleaded.

A sharp pain radiated on the side of my face and when I went to reach up to grab it, I remembered my hands were chained up. He had just slapped me. Hard.

"You're a selfish little bitch. I think the world of you and tell you as much, and you tell me to stop?" He chuckled lightly, retracting his hand from where it hung in the air after he had hit me.

"I can't believe this." He sighed, shaking his head.

"But no matter, Shin Minkyon, by the end of this month. You will love me."

He said, yanking my chin and kissing my lips roughly. I tried turning my head, but his grip was too strong and kept my head in place. When the kiss was over, I just stared at him, feeling hollow.

I felt a spark of courage run through me for just a moment.

"Don't count on it." I sneered.