" 'Stalking' is such a strong word. I prefer 'intense research on a certain individual'.~"
"Y-you... Hyung, it was y-you all along."
"Yes, it was me. But there's no need to be afraid Yoongi, you're with me now.~"
"Y-You're fucken insane!"
"Shhhhh..I...
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*chokes* the mullet, the MF MULLET!!!!^
"And if I don't like what I hear, I'll make sure you won't eat tonight."
[3RD POV]
Yoongi was sitting in the left corner of the cold dark room, rocking himself every now and then mumbling to himself. With his skinny arms, he hugged his knees close to his chest.
This is all my fault. This is all my fault. I made him mad. I made him s-so mad. All my fault. All my fault. I wanna go home. I w-wanna go home. P-please.
It's been hours since Seokjin had locked the pale man in the room. Yoongi didn't eat anything and his stomach was grumbling from hunger.
Normally, Jin would bring him a tray of food, but today was not the day. Yoongi angered Seokjin really bad this time. And that is not good.
Occasionally, Yoongi's heart beat speed up when he heard footsteps near the door, but the male wouldn't enter the room. That was a bad, bad sign.
That could only mean one of two things.
One: Seokjin was still mad and still hasn't cooled off or Two: the stalker was planning something terrible up his sleeve.
He could be planning how to get rid of him. Poison? Torture? Or worst...murder?
Yoongi's breath hitched and he shook his head violently.
"N-No. He can't kill me! H-he can't!" Yoongi shouts at himself with a shaky voice. He grabbed his head with his long skinny fingers pulled on his mint locks.
H-He can't kill me. He wouldn't do it! I know he won't. I don't wanna die! I can't die!
Jin hyung won't kill me. He won't hurt me if be good right? He loves me and I l- Yoongi stopped all his movement to stop himself from finishing the sentence.
He stared blankly at his lap, eyes wide. His very own phrase caught him like a deer in headlights.
He loves me and I... love.. him.
Was that really the phrase that he tried to say? That Seokjin loves him, and he loves him back?
Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, his now trembling hands went to cover his face.
"W-what the fuck am I saying." He whispered to himself as he slowly started to cry.
I'm going fucken crazy. I- I'm-
Suddenly, the door burst open, making Yoongi jump in surprise. His swollen red eyes cautiously looked up towards the door.
With his arms crossed, Seokjin stood leaning against the doorframe with a glare that burned Yoongi in the spot.
The younger adverted his gaze to the floor, an unknowingly whimper came out of his chapped bitten lips.
"Come here doll." Jin could see the visible flinch Yoongi's small body did when he called him over.
The stalker watched as his pale dongsaeng slowly crawled over to him with caution.
Seokjin couldn't help but smirk. Look at him, all vulnerable and obedient...just for me.
"So? Tell me." Yoongi looked up with confused eyes.
"W-what?" Yoongi whispers lowly. He had no clue what the other man wanted from him. Tell him what exactly?
Jin let out a soft chuckle, making Yoongi's skin crawl with fear.
"Don't tell me you forgot already babyboy." Yoongi swallowed hard, his eyes trembling as he tried to figure out what exactly did he forget.
He opened his mouth, and closed it like a fish without water.
"Tell me what you did wrong Yoongi. Remember, I told you that I wanted an answer when I came back. I gave you enough time for you to think this over, " Seokjin stared him down with his brown dark orbs.
"But it looks like you don't have one. I'm kinda disappointed." Jin sighs softly and uncrossed his arms. Yoongi's heart clenched at the statement.
Seokjin was disappointed. His only Hyung that he'd look up too.
He made him feel like that. It was his fault his Hyung was like this right?
"I-" Yoongi stopped his words when Jin turned around ready to leave and lock him up again.
Yoongi quickly launched himself forward, his fingers desperately went to grab onto Seokjin's pants.
"P-please don't lock me up again. I-I'm sorry. I know it's all my fault, and I'm sorry. J-just please don't leave me alone. I don't wanna be alone anymore. I'll do anything you want. Anything! I'll be good this time! I promise! Please Hyung." Jin stared down at Yoongi, who was tightly grabbing his black pants, begging him with tearful eyes. He sighed once again.
I was going to lock him up for a few more hours but, with his teary little face he's making right now...I'll make an exception for today. Jin thought to himself with a gentle grin.
"Alright. I'll let you off the hook for today. But you have to promise me you'll be a good boy for me Yoon." Yoongi nodded like never before.
He didn't want to be alone in this dark room with his own stupid thoughts. He'll slowly become more crazy, and think crazy things like earlier.
He thought it would be best to be with Seokjin then to drown himself in his own messed up mind.
But boy, he was so wrong.
"I promise! I p-promise Hyung." "Good. Now stand up." Seokjin gestured the mint haired man to stand and take his large hand.
Yoongi stood up carefully, and without hesitation, took this Hyung's warm hand into his. This made Seokjin smirk lightly.
"Let's get you something to eat yeah." Jin rose a brow with a soft grin on his lips.
"O-okay Hyung."
No proofread. A/N: FINALLY AN UPDATE.
Ohhhhh my lord, it's been sooooooooo long since I've UD this story. I'm sowy. 🥺
I'll try to update more often, plz bare wit me.
Yoon is starting to slowly loose his sanity....oh ohh 👀
But anyway, THX FOR READING MY LOVELY PETALS! I hope you have a wonderful day! I love y'all! Till next time!💜💜
