BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Only mine (myg) {Yandere} /early release/

"God she's absolutely beautiful."

Yoongi gazed at your picture, his heart beating a hundred miles a minute. He loved you so much, no matter how many times a day he saw you, or how many times a day you spoke, whether it be none.

Most of the times, it was none.

Yoongi only loves you from afar, watching as you hung out with your friend, watching as you spent time with your stupid boyfriend and not him. Oh, how he wanted to be in his place. How he wanted to hold you in his arms, and how he wanted to whisper in your ear how much you meant to him. He just wanted to remind you who you belonged to.

Him.

He let out a soft moan, imagining your plump, soft lips wrapped around his fingers, kissing up his neck and dancing with his own. He traced a lone finger across your face, smiling as he spoke.

"We'll be together soon, I promise." He knew you didn't love Taehyung. He knew you wanted him from the day you said "Hello."

It was just a mere passing in the hallway at school, but your eyes were screaming at him "Take me." And take you he would. He knew how much he meant to you, so he kept himself sharp and clean, just to make you happy.

As you walked down the school hallway that day, you hadn't even noticed him, standing by his locker with a smile plastered to his face. Once you finally passed him, his heart rate shot up once more, and he took a quick puff from his inhaler and turned around to speak, stopping you in your tracks.

"E-excuse me." His voice squeaked.

You turned around and smiled at him. Oh, how he knew you were smiling just for him.

"Yes?" Your voice soft and smooth like honey, addictive like nicotine.

"I'm kind of new around here-" that was a lie. But, you had barely even noticed. "-need some friends.."

You smiled at him once more, remembering how he rarely has a person at his shoulder, or a woman at his side with his looks.

"Sure!" Yoongi's head snapped up as you walked towards him, grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the cafeteria for an afternoon lunch.

"I'll introduce you to my boyfriend! I'm sure you'll get along just well."

A frown plastered across Yoongi's face.

He didn't like that.

He didn't like that at all.

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Yoongi held onto you as you sobbed into his arms burying his nose into your hair as you spoke.

"I just don't understand why he would kill himself!" You could hardly breathe, and neither could he.

"He seemed so happy.." you continued to cry into his arms, shaking and sobbing in pain. But Yoongi knows it was simply all an act. All an act because you probably didn't want him to know how you truly felt. So he smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head, caressing your arms gently and cooing into your ear.

Soon.

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"Yoongi, what the hell?!" You pushed him back, your hair disheveled and clothing out of place. His hands twitched. Twitched in anticipation as to the way you were behaving. He didn't understand, why hide it anymore? Why not just tell him how you really feel?

"But I love you." He breathed out "Don't you love me?"

His eyes were hungry as he took a step forward, and you, back. He knew you were just playing hard to get. Your body was only trembling in pleasure, not fear. The Goosebumps you had were that of lust, not panic.

"I fucking hate you!" You words pierced through his ears and his eyes widened, the words ringing in his head as he took a small step back and you ran away, tugging your shirt up as you went.

He knew it was all a game.

And that would all come to an end.

Soon.

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Yoongi skipped happily into his house, locking the door and sighing in content. Today was a day for success, as he knew he won your heart. He decided to celebrate, opening up a bottle of wine and sitting at the table. You were sat in front of him, and listened intently as he spoke.

"I knew you loved me." He said "I've always loved you." His fingers traveled across your arm gently as he smiled even wider, drinking the last of his wine, only to speak more.

"When I told you I killed Taehyung, I knew it was all just an act so you wouldn't draw attention to yourself. I mean, I wouldn't want to marry a murderer either." He laughed to himself, pulling the ring out of his pocket and crossing the table to kneel down next to you.

"You will marry me... Won't you?"

You let out a straggled cry, tugging against the restraints holding back your shaking and bruised body. You looked up at him as tears blurred your vision, trying to speak but only being stopped by the gag in your mouth.

He grinned at you, something that looked so sinister and twisted as he slid the ring onto your finger, planting a kiss to your forehead.

"I knew you would say yes." He whispered.

"Calls for another celebration, don't you think?" You shook your head, crying harder as he lifted you from the chair and threw you over his shoulder, whisking you off to his bedroom.

His hand traveled up your thigh and you squirmed, choking on the gag as you tried to push it from your own mouth as he spoke quietly, deviously.

Purely demented.

"We will be together forever." He growled.

"Soon."

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