Every Breath You Take (Yandere! Yoongi)

09

Sorry that the last chapter was so short, I promise this one will be longer.

The pain in my body was unbearable as I awoke, looking down at the state of my legs. They were wrapped up in bandage and splinted in place, but that didn't change the fact that they hurt like hell.

My blood boiled, my head ached, and I just couldn't believe this was real, that someone could really stoop so damn low.

This was Yoongi I was talking about, however. I should've known better. He was a psychopath, searching for love by demanding it of the girl he kept locked away from the rest of the world.

More than ever, I wanted to be home. Not painting, not thinking, not sitting through class after class for some pointless degree, but home.

I wanted to be with my mother and have her stroke my hair and chant in my ear that everything would be alright.

I missed her.
I missed home.
I just wanted this all to end.

And now, I'd do just about anything to make it stop.

As I tried to sit up, electricity jolted up my spine making me yelp. My legs were completely immobile, but that was to be expected, wasn't it?

Suddenly, I heard a voice. One I hadn't heard before.

"Did you hear that?" The voice asked, concern clear in their tone.

"Hear what?" Yoongi replied, his voice drifting closer to me.

"It sounded like a girl." The unfamiliar voice said as steps pounded through the hallway towards my door. The lock turned and I perked up, staring at the knob. Suddenly, the door swung open and standing in its place was a tall male with black hair that seemed to fit well with his long face.

He stared at me, his bright smile turning to a worried frown.

I stared at him, swallowing hard from the look pity in his eyes.

"Oh... my god." He looked to Yoongi and then to me, shocked.

"What the hell happened to you?" He walked up to my side, disregarding Yoongi who had a very guilty expression on his face.

"She's recovering from a fall." Yoongi lied. "She's lucky I was around or she could've died."

The worst part was, Yoongi sounded convincing, and a large part of me was scared to disagree, but I had to take my chances. This could mean life or death.

"P-please help me." I stuttered out, my eyes full of terror and sadness. The male glanced between me and Yoongi again. "She's out of it..." Yoongi spoke up. "She hit her head on the way down, I'm sure things are a little hard to remember correctly for her." He laughed, his tone turning into one of nervousness. From what I had known of Yoongi, he never seemed to lose his control over the emotions he portrayed except when he so ruthlessly took out his anger on me.

"N-no... please listen to me. He did this." I coughed out, glaring hard in Yoongi's direction. "He's kept me here for weeks, he's beat me and bruised me, and my legs..." I began to cry. "I can't use my legs."

Hoseok nodded, scooping me up gently and all I could do was cling to him for dear life. "Shhh..." He whispered soothingly into my ear, petting my hair. "Don't cry, I've got you now." He cooed, carrying me out of the room. Yoongi followed after us, blocking off the front entrance.

"Listen Hoseok, you don't understand the whole story..." He tried to reason with the taller male, desperately hanging onto my presence.

"Yoongi, move." The man I presumed was Hoseok demanded.

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak again but Hoseok got his words out quicker.

"Move or I will call the police and you will never see the light of day again." He said, making Yoongi flinch.

"Hoseok..." Yoongi looked desperate.

"Move." Hoseok repeated.

I could see the last of Yoongi's resolve fade away as he stepped to the side, allowing Hoseok to open the front door and walk out with me.

I felt the cool breeze rush to nip at my exposed skin, shivering lightly. Hoseok smiled down at me, still clutching me tightly as if I would just disappear if he let go.

"Let's get you to the hospital." He murmured, opening what I assumed was a car door and setting me down on a plush leather seat. He walked over to the other side, getting into the driver's seat before leaning over and buckling me up.

"Safety first, beautiful." He gave me a warm grin which made the emptiness that had settled in my heart begin to melt away.

And once more, I felt whole.
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Yes folks, that would be the end of book 1. I know it was short, but for the story to work out like I want it to, I've got to split it into different books for the sake of organization. If you're worried that I might stop writing, you have no reason to be, because I've developed an attachment to this story and I have to see it through to the very end. This is just the bare minimum of the crazy shit we're going to get into with this series, so prepare yourselves. Expect to see book 2 within the week or even as soon as today or tomorrow. Love you guys, thanks for reading! Hope you'll check out book 2 (I promise it'll be worth it).

Love always,
Minkyon.