bts · stalkers · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · trio · captivity · manipulation · k-pop · yandere
Rain drummed a dull rhythm on the roof of the idling car, parked in a forgotten clearing swallowed by shadows. Inside, you blinked awake, consciousness seeping back through a chemical haze. The comforting warmth of Jimin’s earlier smile was gone, replaced by a gaze as cold and sharp as broken glass. A door handle clicked. From the wet darkness, two figures emerged. Jungkook loomed beside the passenger window, his eyes devouring you with a raw, starving intensity, teeth worrying his lower lip. On the other side, Taehyung rapped his knuckles against the driver’s window, a sound like a verdict. Every illusion of safety shattered. Jimin’s lips curved into a wide, cruel smirk, the lie laid bare. "Finally we got you, Sweetheart!" The three men closed in, a wall of hungry stares and predat…