Dying for you| Yandere BTS X Reader (Completed)

thirty-three

The reporter stands with his microphone in hand, outside of the courthouse.

"Park Jimin, age twenty three, was captured over a week ago after an anonymous statement was given to the police. The person who had sent the message is still unknown, but police continue to search for them in hopes of finding the source of the person's knowledge, as well as why they hadn't spoken up earlier. So far, there are no leads, and not much evidence has been uncovered to move the case foward.

As for the trial of Park Jimin, he was convicted on multiple charges including manslaughter, property damage, kidnapping, sexual assault, possession of unauthorized items, etc. The verdict found him guilty on all charges, and Park Jimin was sentenced to death by injection. Awaiting judgment, he remains locked in solitary confinement located in a community prison. Here's a clip we were able to catch from the trial."

The video cuts to live footage taken from inside the courtroom. The monotone voice of the judge lists the different accusations as the man himself stands before him and the jury in handcuffs. Jimin's face was one you couldn't read. There was no life to his eyes anymore, either. The fire that once burned was extinguished. He was now nothing more than an inanimate object with the capability of moving on it's own.

When he heard his sentence, he didn't flinch as though he were unphased by those dooming words. Perhaps he expected the judgment. The judge dismisses the court, and Jimin was dragged away in chains to be secured in the institution until the day he should die.

"In other news, Min Yoongi is still on the run after killing victim Jeon Jungkook and setting his house on fire to hide the evidence. If anyone has any information of his whereabouts, or anything to help the police locate him, please contact the number ***. And remember, everyone: be safe, and be sure to lock up every night. I'm Choi Siwon and this has been your evening news."

•~•~•~•

'So this is it, huh? This is where I end. My plan backfired on me, and now I'm the one staring death in the face. It wasn't suppose to be like this. I was suppose to win. Now, at this very moment, the man in a white coat is preparing a serum that would put me to rest for eternity.' Jimin thought.

Slowly, the man draws nearer to Jimin with a syringe in hand. He was strapped down to a table, and ripe for the kill. The emotionless expression never left his face.

"Be glad that this was all you got. I know many people who think you got off easy." The man said.

The boy stay silent, not acknowledging the man's words, but only because he knew that they were true. Even he, himself, thought his punishment would be less humane.

The needle pierced his skin, and the liquid was slowly injected into his veins.

Moments later, he died, but not before whispering with his dying breath.

"Well done, master. You win."

•~•~•~•

He flipped the TV off after watching the evening news segment.

Such an unsatisfactory ending, but I guess it doesn't matter too much now.

After hearing about it, he collected the few belongings he had left and walked out into the forest.

...

His possessions lie in a giant pile. Unwanted memories attached to each of the seperate objects. It was time to get rid of them. Yoongi struck a match, and without hesitation, threw it toward the pile. Soon, every belonging he had was ablaze.

Finding a nice tree to sit next to, he leans his back on one of the trunks as he stares deeply into the fire. Memories of his life flow through his mind, but at the same time, he pays attention to none of them. They were just backgrounds to the warmth of the flame, and the beauty of the burning past.

...

Love can make a person do twisted things. It's a dangerous game that we choose to play. However, sometimes we are chosen to participate instead of stepping in willingly. This game that we played will forever stick with me, even after I've already left this Earth. Rather than winning the person we love, we chased her away, and now, look where we are.

I'm the only one left standing.

I can't live with these memories. If I could have never met any of the people, I would have just walked away before the first word.

Why is the world so cruel? Why did it have to be this way? Why did it have to end this way?

If there is a god, tell him to screw himself. He helped me in no way throughout my life. He's the only one who's responsible for me turning out this way. Though, perhaps I'm blaming something that doesn't exist. Either way, I know that there was never a chance of peace.

I'm sorry to everyone. I never wanted things to end this badly. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I wish that I wasn't like this, so I could live happily and normally.

Maybe if I didn't exist, none of this would have happened. Everything was my fault.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

...

Yoongi stared into the fire for a while longer, the flame had grown significantly larger, and after a while, it had grown until it was almost touching Yoongi's feet.

With a sigh, Yoongi stands. His final thoughts circulating in his head with his final goodbyes.

He never wanted to do it again.

He reaches in his back pocket to pull out a gun. It was nothing special, but neither was he.

There wasn't any way he could possibly keep on going after the events that had taken place. He knew that he was no longer welcome in the world, and living would be an even bigger burden than dying by his own terms.

He holds the gun to his head and takes a deep breath. He stands at the edge of the fire, leaning his whole body toward it, so he knows where he'd fall.

'It looks like we all lost. See you all in hell.'

The shot sounds.

--End--