Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

04

When I came to, the first thing I noticed was that my legs weren't chained up. However, my wrists were held tightly together by a rope. As I tried to move my arms, the rope chafed against the delicate, bruised skin and I couldn't help but wince.

I tried to raise my head, ending up hitting some kind of bar. Where the hell was I now? I searched my surroundings, realizing that the bar above my head wasn't the only bar around me. I was in a cage.

All I could think about was how much of a creep this guy must be, and as if he could hear my thoughts he made his way down the stairs to my cage in the cellar. I glared at him, even in my current situation, there was no way I'd give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.

"Aren't I so nice?" His voice sounded sickly sweet. "I got my kitty a cage because she misbehaved." I wanted to puke.

This man can't have a shred of humanity in him, there's no way.  I never knew a person could be so fucked up in the head.

Despite my best efforts to stay calm, I could feel that familiar dread settling in.

"You look so sad kitty, you know if you behaved I wouldn't have to punish you." He flashed a gentle smile at me which made me cringe internally.

"If you apologized, I might just have some food and a place for you to sleep." He said, looking at me expectantly.

There's no way I could do that. He should be the one apologizing to ME. His attitude was so fucking infuriating, and he knew it, but my stomach growled out at the prospect of even just a bit of food, and for the sake of making it out of here someday, I swallowed my pride.

"I... I'm sorry." I stuttered out.

He let out an audible laugh at that.

"Good girl." He praised, leaning down to the door of my cage and unlocking it. I crawled out past him, laying on the cold concrete floor.

"Keep obeying like this and we may very well get along." I wanted to say something witty in return, but I knew better than to tempt fate.

He helped me up from the floor, putting his arm around me and guiding me up the steps. The first thing I noticed was the excruciatingly bright lights. After being in an almost pitch black room for days on end, any form of light felt like I was staring straight into the sun,  and I immediately squinted.

My kidnapper led me to the kitchen which was quaint and seemed out of place for a guy like him, even though I can't say I know him much.

"W-what is..." I murmured, unsure if I should ask, but deciding to anyways.

"What is your name?"

The man's eyes snapped to the side of my face and I could feel the room seem to get a bit lighter. "Min Yoongi." He answered, his voice a low grumble as if he hadn't sleep at all or if he had just woken up, I couldn't tell which.

"Min Yoongi." I repeated, looking up at him as my eyes finally began to adjust to the harsh lighting. Now, seeing him up close and in the light, he seemed different.

Cute.
I thought, a smile forming on my lips.

He looked at me, his dark eyes searching mine to gauge my reaction.
"My name sounds delightful on that tongue." He smirked. Of course, how could I let myself forget he was a complete douchebag?

My expression visibly changed to one of distaste, which made Yoongi frown. Instead of continuing to talk to me, he grabbed my arm harshly and tugged me along before pushing me into a chair. I looked at him like he had just ran over my dog, hoping it would make him feel even the least bit remorseful.

"I'll go get the food." He murmured, walking over to the refrigerator and opening it. After searching the shelves for a minute, he finally found the thing he was after. Putting it on a plate and popping it in the microwave quietly.

I stared, feeling my stomach growl once more.

Why hadn't I just accepted the first time he offered? Oh, right... I wanted to starve to death. As I thought about the idea of starving myself, I recalled when he walked up to me and I kneed him in the balls, which in turn made him strangle me. My still-tied hands drifting upwards to my neck which ached from even the slightest brush against it.

Yoongi looked over at me, sadness clear in his dark orbs. If it weren't for the fact he had kidnapped me and wounded me, I might've cared that he was so down.

He walked out of the room, the sound of cabinets opening and closing as well as a closet. I looked at the wall which was scattered with various pictures.

Every picture looked completely normal. Who were the people with Yoongi? His friends? His family? Regardless of what they were, they all looked so happy, and Yoongi did too.

He walked back into the kitchen, setting somethings on the counter and getting the plate of food out of the microwave. He tucked the items on the counter under his arms and balanced the plate in one hand, walking towards me. He sat the plate down right in front of me and shifted the items he was holding to his hands and forearms.

As soon as the plate of food hit the table, I stuffed my face in it, literally. No amount of modesty could make up for how hungry I was, so I tossed manners aside, chowing down.

Yoongi burst into laughter and it sounded sweet, like he were some kind of bird. After finishing my food, I looked up at him, my brow quirked.

"What?" I asked, my tongue darting out to find any remainders of food on my lips. Yoongi stared at me, his eyes darkening before softening once more. He moved the plate away from me, pulling up a chair. His hands reached up to neck and I flinched as his finger ran across the purple bruising.

He frowned, taking something from the table before wrapping it around my neck. It was cold as hell, but my bruising seemed to feel a little better, so I wasn't going to complain.

Yoongi brought a warm washcloth to my face, dabbing it at my lips which had dried blood and cracks. I was surprised at how gentle he was being, like I would shatter like porcelain if he made any sudden movements.

He set the washcloth on the table, taking out a band-aid and opening the sterile packaging. His hands drifted up towards my face as he delicately applied the band-aid to my cheek which he had smacked just days before.

How can he be the same guy who trapped me in a cage? What was I missing here?

"Kitty." He looked into my eyes, taking the cool pack off my neck. "Let's take a bath." He smiled.