Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

03

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It had been ᴅᴀʏs since I last ate and my hunger was beginning to eat ME instead. Everything felt colder, and even in the dark of that basement I could tell winter was fast approaching.

The worst thing is, the thing I was worried most about wasn't the hunger pains or the feel of utter despair gripping my heart, it was of school. More precisely, what I was in school FOR.

My mother owns a ton of buildings and agreed to give me one to make an art studio, but only after I graduated college. So I figured, why not study the thing that will soon be my entire life? Art.

I wanted to hold a paintbrush in my hands, to slide it across the paper and look upon a new masterpiece of which the world hasn't yet seen. I want to spill my emotions, now more so than ever. A bitter dark angst has settled in my heart, and I wonder if I'll ever be free of this damned place, and as I began to think about what would happen if I were to stay forever, my stupor was shattered.

I look up from the ground, staring forward at the creature lurking in the shadows just beyond the light's reach.
Even in the dark, I could see the way his eyes glistened dangerously.

"Tell me something, kitten." He stepped closer into the light, the outer corner of his lips turning upwards into a sadistic smirk.

I hated that nickname. He had no right to call me that.

"My name is Minkyon." I spat, glaring daggers at him.

He simply laughed it off as if I were a toy poodle picking a fight with a pit bull.

"And what a beautiful name it is." He sighed. My stomach churned in anger and I opened my mouth to speak he interrupted me.

"Now now kitty, I was going to be nice for once and let you have some food. I can hear your stomach growling from upstairs." He grinned.

Though any normal person would be delighted at the thought of having a meal after going days without one, I wasn't exactly normal. My first thought was the fact he could hear my stomach growling. That means, if someone else were to come by, a friend, a family member, anyone. I could yell, and they would hear me.

Unless they were just like him.

"Aren't you going to reply, kitty? While I do find the expressions you make while you're thinking to be wholly adorable, you should save your energy."

I sighed, glaring even harder at him.

"Just let me starve." I grumbled.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if he were scolding a child. His expression then suddenly turned somber.

He made long strides towards where I sat and it only then occurred to me how truly vulnerable I was. His movements were predaceous as he stalked closer and closer. As soon as he was directly in front of me, as he leaned down, I brought my knee went up as far as the chair leg would allow me, kneeing him in the groin.

He growled out in pain, looking directly into my eyes. Looking into those dark brown orbs, I felt my pride shatter. The look in his eyes made me want to get as far away as possible, but I couldn't really get far, even if I tried.

So I stared at him, feeling my heart pound against my ribs. Then I felt it, his hands grabbing at my throat and squeezing the air from my lungs. I tried to struggle, but there wasn't much I could do. My consciousness faded and I didn't know what would happen next.