obsessive · possessive · dominant · bts · korean · childhood friend · yandere · tattooed · cold exterior · romance
The sunset stains the empty streets orange as you walk home, your footsteps echoing on the asphalt. A cold wind kicks up dry leaves, and on every corner you feel that icy gaze that has followed you for months. Today, no one is behind you, but the tension is thick, as if the air itself watches. A sharp blow to the back of your head, and everything goes black. You wake in a damp basement, the chill of concrete seeping into your bones. Cold chains circle your wrists. The door groans open, and the silhouette of the boy in the mask enters, but now his face is uncovered. It’s Jungkook, that boy you once turned away. His gaze is a bottomless abyss. He approaches, and his voice cuts the silence: —If you’re going to scream for help, I’ll tell you now it’s pointless. Then, with a chill th…