Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

07

Nothing in my life seemed certain anymore, except for the fact that this gentleness wouldn't last. I knew that even though he was treating me so perfectly now, he could change his mind and decide to lock me in the cellar.

I didn't want to go back to the cellar, I wanted to stay here with Yoongi.

Not because I cared about him, but because I cared about me. I wasn't about to let myself die of hypothermia when I'd already gotten so far.

I just needed to hold out just a little longer, and I could get out of here and really do everything I ever dreamed of.

Yoongi showed me to a room with pure white walls lined in a deep purple ribbon. A cage sat in the corner next to a queen sized bed covered in purple comforters. It looked so comfortable I just wanted to plop down on it and never wake up.

"You like it?" Yoongi asked, happiness clear in his voice. I nodded, looking at him with a smile. "I knew purple and white were your favorite colors, so I tried my best." He said.

The gesture was sweet in its own right, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew a lot about me and that creeped me out a little.

Yoongi walked me to the side of the bed, untucking the blankets and helping me slip under them. "You should get some rest." He murmured, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I nodded, snuggling into the blankets while my body practically sighed in relief that it found comfort at last.

I found myself easily falling into a relaxing slumber, allowing myself to finally relax.
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My eyes fluttered open and I yawned lightly, trying to get out of the bed. I couldn't get out of bed, however, because there was another body pressing against mine, keeping me close.

I felt the other person stir and move, sitting up. I turned to look at them, seeing a messy-haired and noticeably tired Yoongi.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. He looked so different, his lips swollen and his eyes looking as if he had just popped out of his own casket.

Yoongi growled in response to my laughter, but I couldn't help myself. As more laughter bubbled out, I felt my back being pressed against the bed causing me to cease my giggles and stare up.

Yoongi's arms were on either side of my head, leaning over me. I couldn't help but giggle even more.

"As beautiful as that laughter is, it's still not nice." Yoongi let out a deep chuckle of his own, moving his face closer to mine. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks subconsciously, feeling his breath fan over my face.

He smiled at me, connecting his lips to me softly. I normally wouldn't, but I couldn't help but kiss back, raising my arms to wrap my hands around the back of Yoongi's neck.

He slid his tongue across my lower lip, biting softly at the skin afterwards. It sent a shock down my spine. Though my mind refused, my body responded anyways, a small groan slipping out of my lips.

Yoongi smirked, slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring the wet cavern. My hands reached up to tangle my fingers into his hair, gripping lightly.

His hand trailed down my arm, traveling to sit at my hip before he slid it under the hem of my shirt. I felt panic hit me like a bus as I scrambled away my head resting against the headboard.

Yoongi looked at me like I had betrayed him, then he stood up from the bed, walking out of the room and locking the door behind.