kill me | bts [yandere! bts x reader]

[ 4 ]

"it really must be fate then" taehyung said as he grabbed both your hands using both of his hands as well.

Namjoon groaned internally.

Taehyung wrote, cooked, and sent off your orders and decided on staying just because according to him "it wasn't a busy day". You didn't knew if it was just you but the restaurant was packing with customers. The establishment was super over the top famous.

Taehyung stayed the whole fucking time. Namjoon thought he had you for himself. But no, Kim Taehyung just had to swoop in and talk about tales of old time or whatever shit, they've done in kindergarten that didn't involve him.

Taehyung however was having the time of his life, his Dorothy was there conversing with him, in the exact place that his dreams haunt him with. A place he specifically created based on his wild dreams of you flying back to Kansas, aka his heart, with the red boots that drove him wild and on his knees. You were the reason of his success, his dreams, aspirations. If he didn't manifest you in his brown leather back notebook that was filled to the brim with your name, there would have been no business, no money, no you, his everything. No everything.

"y-yeah sure" you mumbled out, replying to him.

Namjoon stood up abruptly, and left. Taehyung and you stared at his juicy piece of ass as he started walking away from the table. In shock. Your mind unconsciously singing shawty got the fatty

"shawty be catchin' mood swings" Taehyung mumbled out.

"no way, I was thinking of the same thing!" You cried out, amazed at the synchronization of your minds. Bluetooth minds yall.

"Everytime I fuck without a rubber" you continued.

"I nutted on the covers" he sang back, smiling.

Namjoon went back, literally storming. "Let's go, I paid for it already" he said, as he grabbed his undersized black blazer, pointing at the manned cashier designed as the emerald palace at the end of the yellow brick road.

"You didn't have—"

"No, let me pay for this date." He cut you off and extended his hand to you. You, awkwardly not knowing to what to do with his hand, were about low-five him; when he grasped your hand when it touched his.

"Thank you Taehyung, it was an enjoyable meal and, wow services 10/10" you praised, as you hurriedly fixed your small purse-sized wallet and Company ID, and the special cupcakes you ordered.

"You could always co—"

"Yeah Taehyung, it was good" Namjoon said, in a calm matter, it looked scary. "10 out of 10, bye"

You both went out the restaurant, Namjoon holding your hand. His grip was strong but not too strong, it was like he held you tight as to not let you go and not too strong as if you were a precious china to him.

You both entered the car. You on the driver seat and him on the passenger seat beside you. You sat there in silence, keys dangling on the keyhole just there.

"So we just not gon' talk about how agressive that is?" You commented. "No" he replied. Whilst your mind was imaging a visual No ❤

"That was just plain rude, Kim Namjoon" You sternly said.

"Paying for my own meal?" You added.

"I just w—"

"Cutting me off?"

"Its just that I sa—"

"Date?"

"I—"

"If you were desperate for one baby, all you had to do was ask" you said grabbing his chin with your index finger, as he inched closer and closer entranced by your eyes.

"Sorry Ma'am" he gulped locking his eyes at you.

You dropped your hand when you heard the word ma'am. It's been so long since you've heard that word and you're not really sure if you'd like to unpack that type of baggage this time. He looked at the windows, obviously embarassed by his own words; while you started the car and drove back to the office.

He stuttered out a meek goodbye while you waved back at him, even if he didn't neither face nor see you waving at him.

You parked the car at the designated place, at the Department Head's parking space. And saw Seokjin going out of his own car. You rode the same elevator, going on the same floor and at the same time, plus you've been on the elevator with him before, just how bad could it be if you rode with him one more time?

"How was lunch?" you asked him, to break the awkward air. Little did you know, that in itself made his whole day.

"o-oh, splendid" he stuttered in shock, "how about you?"

"oh just splendid" you replied, not thinking about the way you said it as you've both arrived at your floor. You proceeded to your work while he sat on his swirling chair thinking of what in worldwide hell, did that Namjoon did to you. How could you, an eternal angel, not enjoy a simple lunch???

That motherfucker.

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"Bye!" You bid goodbye to your officemates as you ran to the elevator, you wanted to catch an early train today. You were on a early train streak, it made your miserable stalker-filled suicidal life with a bit of, a bit of spice.

You walked the path to your local convenience store to shop for basic necessities to add to your humble abode. You know, so that even if you died, they wouldn't say, this mf dont even eat well @ home.

Your head was filled with problems, you thought as you absentmindedly dropped your groceries on you basket, firstly your stalker who was there 24/7 365 don't this bitch work or some shit.

Second, the piles of work Mr. Seokjin just bombed on you? Bitch what the actual fuck was that. That's some real fucking problem. Sure you were good at what you do, but it don't mean you gotta do it all the time.

And Lastly, Namjoon. Ever since his "sorry ma'am" act. It filled up your mind. It was just a problem added to the list. Plus you grabbed his chin with your finger, its been so long since you've done that rookie move. You were never one for socializing and Namjoon sticking to you on your very first day was just perfect.

If he was bothered about what you did and what he said. He would find another guy to eat with and you just had to socialize and find a new lunch partner. But what you didn't know he'd never ever in a million years, ever, thought of letting you go for another person.

You bought a blue popsicle, feeling like kuroko and the generation of miracles typa beat. And paid for your stuff. You skidded through your neighborhood. You licked and licked your ice cream until you heard a small beep emitting from your phone. Signalling you of a new text that was sent to you. You went to the nearby park, dropping all you paper bags and unlocked your phone with the screen saying these words.

Hi babygirl, i wanna see u tonight ;)

[A/N: as yall can see its a different yandere story it wont follow a cheesy trope if thats what u came here for, and for yall asking me to update this, yall r sexc lookin @ my notifs hehe]