i'm re-reading this fic, i succeed in making me scared of Yoongi, creepy setting and atmosphere, short and sweet scary depiction of a yandere, it gave me chills!
At His Mercy | Min Yoongi One Shot
â˝Â Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem reader
â˝ Summary: You have been captive, but he had to make sure that it stays that way forever.
â˝Â Word count: 800
â˝Â Genre: yandere, angst.
â˝Â Warnings: drug use, kidnapping, abuse, manipulation.
You woke up in a different room than usual.
Seated in a chair, well to be more precise it looked more like abandoned medical equipment.
What he would do now? to yn it was a mystery, both for her horror and her curiosity.
But thinking hurts, everything hurt.
You were immobilized too, so tight that your blood stream was slowing, leaving your feet numb.
Some steps, confusion and dizziness when you turn your head to look at him, slurring and a mumbling trying to say his name.
Then a burning sensation in your arm, it was a I.V.
More drugs, you thought, as your weak body pleads for a break from harsh treatments.
You had remained doped with something that made you feel so good that you could imagine yourself in a galaxy far away from the hell you were living, you donât remember much, he kept supplying that stuff for a few days, you could dare to say an exact period of time, you honestly had lost count since he had taken you away.
Maybe he gave you a little too much this time, but the fact that he saved your life felt more like a punishment than a reward.
Soon you realized that he was draining your blood.
âIts too tightâ you said to him weak and pathetic exactly how he wanted you.
He looked at you as if he didnât expect you to speak.
âWake up already, little one? Itâs almost finished, I know you are uncomfortable youâd been a good girlâ his cat like eyes curled up in a supposed to be comforting smile, from a strangerâs perspective the young man can be considered a trustworthy and handsome guy, after all nobody could doubt his cover, behind closed doors he resembles more like a calculated beast.
Deranged, crazy, mad.
But he called that love.
He was a sick, sick man, and he already tried every trick in the book to break you.
And he did.
And to be honest you preferred his delicate touch than his aggressive grab, his soft lips than his cruel treatment, sweet nicknames than degradation.
It made your nightmare more bearable.
The boy didnât look like a creepy sweaty old man like the media usually portrayed guys like him, he had delicate features, a not so big frame and jet black hair parted in the middle, eyes small and feline like, pink fine lips, fair perfect skin, he was the opposite of what anyone would expect, it made your job of getting repulsed at him more difficult, because when he really tried he could be the sweetest person alive, treating you with such care and love that made you doubt yourself.
But things like this, what he was doing to you right now serve as a quick reality check of his monstruous nature.
When he collected what he wanted, he untied you and put you on the bed, you felt so dizzy and lightheaded, it wasnât a small amount of blood.
âP.J. will take care of you, Iâll be out but donât worry it would be only for a night, I promiseâ he kissed your lips softly.
âYoongi, what did you do to me?â you asked him looking at his eyes, his soulless eyes.
âI explain you latter, please behave, ok?â he couldnât resist to kiss you again.
P.J. the creep that was as unhinged as your captor, you could only guess he was severely codependent to Yoongi, so he does as he says, in exchange you donât know exactly what Yoongi does to make that pest his minion.
He usually doesnât talk to you much, nor he looks like he gives two shits about you but he follows Yoongiâs instructions very carefully. So he bathed you and feed you, he also detangled your hair not so carefully plucking enough strands to made you complain, he just slapped you hard on the cheek, you stayed silent after that.
Yoongi came next morning, P.J. left immediately.
Soon the fresh showered pair of arms embraced you from behind, his face on your neck.
âNow we can be together without anyone disturbing us ever againâ Yoongi said, his voice exited.
âWhat do you mean?â you tried to sound innocent, he liked that.
âI fixed it, honey, donât make a lot of questions, since I fixed it we can do a lot of stuff we couldnât do beforeâ he said leaving small kisses in your neck.
âwhat stuff?â
âWe can go on dates outside, for example, if P.J. finish your new identity we can even get legally married!â he couldnât contain his joy, he was elated.
You cringed and recoiled at the mention of his plans, you could not bear the thought of belonging to him forever, but he seamed like it was already decided, and you didnât have any option really. You were at his mercy.
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