Jungkook Yandere - My bloody lover

Chapter 26: and

How can someone so dangerous

look so vulnerable at the same time?

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Y/n P.O.V

I jump off my seat.

"What do you think you're doing in my house? In my room?!" I yell out.

I don't even dare to look at him. I don't need to. Lately, no one has succeeded to make me as uncomfortable as he does. The once shy boy I met in the library has become a young man with blood on his hands.

"Y-your mom let me in," he stutters.

My mom isn't even home today.

"Liar," I mumble.

"Hm?"

"I said, liar! Just go," 

I turn around to look at him.

His clothes look very dirty. His hair looks different. As if it's been destroyed by the outside wind. I can see by staring at his chest that he's breathing heavily. His lips move like they're shaking. When getting a better look, I can tell that they are shaking indeed. 

Just by looking at him, I can feel how his presence brings lots of coldness in the room. I stare in his eyes. The eyes that once used to flatter me, then intimidate me, are now filled with a glimpse of sadness.

He's crying. Just like the day I met him.

We just stare at each other without a word for a good minute.

I choose to break the silence.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"I'm so sorry that I scared you. I was waiting in the garden for you to come outside, but you stayed in your room. I knew you would never open the door for me, so I came in here through the window. All of this is making me look even more like a creep. I just keep ruining everything," he ends his sentence with a shaky voice.

I watch as he walks towards the window.

"Don't go," I say silently, but loud enough for him to hear.

"B-but you just said I had to go?" He asks scratching his neck.

I sigh.

He's right. I make no sense. I should be happy to see him take off, but I'm not. I want to hate him so much. There are so many reasons for me to hate him, so why can't I?

I glance at his hands. Those hands that once led me to the dancefloor, but strangled an innocent wild bunny right after.

"You're crazy! Why is it so hard for you to leave me alone?" I ask in an annoyed tone, avoiding to look at him

"Because I'm obsessed with you," I hear him say.

When I turn to look at him, I see an empty spot in front of my window.

An empty spot he filled two seconds ago.

He's gone.

He must have jumped out the window when I wasn't looking.

He's obsessed with me? Did I hear that right? 

Next Chapter on Saturday

A/N: Today my mom asked me what my stories are about and I just stood there like uhm... Definitely not about cannibals or psycho BTS members no-no.