Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

06

"I love you, Yoongi." I said, sobbing.

Suddenly, the look on his face changed completely as he saw tears fall down my cheeks, and he moved away from me. "Oh...kitty no." His voice sounded so remorseful that it almost tugged at my heart strings. I couldn't feel sympathy for this monster, though. He didn't deserve it.

He moved closer to me again, checking me for wounds or bruises, he kneeled down, examining my thigh before sighing heavily. He pressed a gentle kiss to where he had been gripping my thigh just moments before. I looked at the mirror ahead of me, staring at myself and trying to get rid of the thought of how vulnerable I was.

He stood back up, looking at me. "I'm so sorry." He frowned, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek which made me flinch. "Baby..." His voice came out like a whine.

"Let me give you a bath." He offered, turning on the bathtub faucet. I didn't have the energy to fight back anymore. I was tired, mentally and physically.

Once the bath was ready, I slid out of my underwear sinking into the bath with a sigh of relief. Caked dirt fell from my skin, turning the water a muddy color. I didn't care though.

I finally felt like I was safe, but only just a little.

Yoongi popped open a shampoo bottle, pouring the contents into his hand before massaging it into my scalp. The gentle movement of his fingers made the experience quite relaxing and all I could think about was all the times my mother used to be bathe me as a child. To get me to calm down when I was fussy, she'd always just rub my scalp and like magic I'd be calm. If I could just put myself in that time, this wouldn't be so bad.

"Yoongi." My voice came out, cracking. I looked at him. "C-can I wash my body myself?" I asked.

Yoongi nodded gently, pecking my cheek gently. "Of course princess, I'll be right here if you need me." He smiled, pulling my hand out from the muddy water and kissing the back of it.

I reveled in the affection, at least I wasn't getting new bruises. He noticed my obedience and his smile turned into a gummy grin.

"Thank you." I murmured, taking the soap from the side of the tub and washing myself with it.

Yoongi just waited patiently until I finished, taking a fluffy towel from a cabinet in the bathroom. I stood up in the bathtub, stepping onto the mat outside the tub before taking the towel from him and wrapping it around my completely exposed body. Yoongi smiled at me, opening the bathroom door and allowing me to walk out in front of him.

"You'll need clothes." He murmured, walking to his closet and opening it. He took out a pair of pants and a shirt, handing it to me.

I looked at him with a confused look. "Why do you have my clothes?" I held the outfit up, remembering having the exact same clothes in my own closet.

"Thought you'd like a reminder of home, I don't really know anything about girl's clothes." Yoongi admitted.
It was a nice gesture, I suppose.  A little creepy, but nevertheless a nice gesture.

I didn't reply, walking back into the bathroom and putting my clothes on. Yoongi waited patiently in the other room.

My eyes drifted to the mirror in the restroom, staring at my reflection. I was still scattered in bruises, but my heart felt considerably warmer than it had just days ago.

Yoongi seemed to be pretty understanding and gentle when he wanted to be. If it weren't for the fact that I were trapped here, it wouldn't have been so bad.

Maybe I could've even fallen in love with him.