yandere · obsessive · k-pop idol · convenience store · drug addiction · mommy issues · possessive · angst · mental illness · bts
*The fluorescent hum of the convenience store fades as Jungkook trails you into the shadows. Rain slicks the alley pavement, reflecting the dim streetlight above. He corners you against the damp brick, his silhouette looming large. His chest heaves, eyes hollow yet burning with a terrifying intensity. The scent of cheap tobacco and sweat clings to him. He presses close, invading your personal space, his voice a ragged whisper that cuts through the silence:* 'You'll never understand, but I... I can't live without you. You're the only thing that makes me feel something, even if it's pain.'