Every Move You Make(Yandere! Yoongi) [Book 2]

Chapter 5

The day the boys left, I couldn't help but feel on edge. I didn't get the complete list of who was going with them on their trip, but from my understanding, Yoongi wasn't one of them. Apparently, he had work to do so he had to stay back. 

I couldn't help but get a little uneasy knowing Hoseok wouldn't be around, but surely Yoongi wouldn't try anything. . . right? 

I rummaged through the submissions from my art class. I was glad that my students were making progress, but I still felt like I could set up some kind of bigger stepping stone for them to cross. I gathered my stuff and made my way to my studio, running back and forth from my storage room to make my masterpiece. 

As I made my way to the storage room for the 3rd time, a door creaked open making me pause in my tracks. 

Had I turned on the alarm systems?

I felt a bit panicked but tried my best to brush it off. Perhaps it was Hoseok coming to surprise me that he had decided to stay back or something. . . Wishful thinking, of course.

I stepped out into the main room of the studio, looking at my surroundings as carefully as one could. As I turned, I saw a man standing a little more towards the window and my heart sank to my stomach. 

"Yoongi. . ." I murmured, staring at the male.

"I saw the painting." He said, his voice low and raspy. 

I was still very shocked on how the hell he even got in here, I was supposed to be safe here. Supposed to be.

"Yoongi, you need to leave. . ." I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible as I began slowly backing away.

"I never meant to hurt you Minkyon . . ." He moved forward at the same pace that I moved backwards, making my anxiety levels rise.

"Yoongi. . . please.  . . go." I pleaded quietly.

Now, he was standing directly in front of me, looking down into my eyes. 

"Minkyon, I didn't get the chance to tell you last night, but I talked to my therapist about somethings. . . I couldn't tell her about our whole ordeal, but still, I spoke to her about some things. They've started me on meds now, so you don't have to be scared." He looked desperate, I could hear it in his tone of voice. 

"Yoongi, you really hurt me." I murmured, trying my best to muster any kind of courage I had left. 

"I know kitty, and I'm sorry." His hand reached out to cup my cheek.

"You have to believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. There's just so much that's wrong with me. I don't want to subject you to it, but please, Minkyon. You have to stop looking at me like that." He begged.

"Like. . . what?" I asked.

"Like I'm going to shatter you into a billion pieces." He replied.

"Because I'm afraid you just might." I swallowed hard, looking around me to distract myself from this situation.

"Baby, I would never do that." Yoongi shook his head. "I'm better now, okay? When I'm fully recovered, I'll show you how kind and loving I am. I'll give you the world, so just wait for me. . ." He whispered, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

I flinched away.

"I forget, sorry. You just have such a beautiful face. . ." He murmured. 

I did appreciate the compliment, but I couldn't accept it as a reason to be touched.

As I was recoiling from him, my phone rang and I walked over to pick it up. 

"Hey Minkyon. . ." A  voice that seemed slightly familiar sounded through the phone.

"Yes?" I asked.

"It's Hoseok . . . something's wrong."