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limerence // masterlist

yandere!Jimin x reader

genre // yandere au, college au

warnings // mature content (18+), yandere behavior, toxic relationship, strong language

chapters

teaser // 1 // 2 //

limerence // 02

warnings // yandere behavior, fluff

word count // 1.6k

Jimin woke that morning with a fluttering feeling in his stomach. He was consumed with thoughts of you. He wanted to wait a while before texting you, but he couldn’t stop himself from reaching across his bed to grab his phone. He pulled up your number and wondered what cute photo he might add to your contact or the sweet nickname he would replace your name with. He was sure he could come up with something nice and couple-y.

《Jimin:》 Feel like hearing thank you?

《Y/n:》 I was beginning to think you had forgotten 😅

《Jimin:》 Forget about you?

《Jimin:》 Never.

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a dangerous game // jjk

yandere!jungkook x reader

inspired by The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell (any similarities between his story and this one-shot are credited to him)

genre // one-shot, yandere au, killer au, hunter au

warnings // yandere behavior, mentions of murder/death, strong language, suggestive content

word count // 6.1k

part 02 // epilogue

You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents. You hadn’t even so much as been introduced via phone call. Every time you brought it up he would shrug it off as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. After a while, you learned to ignore it and stopped asking. Surely he would introduce you before you were married.

That day came sooner than you thought. Jungkook planned an extravagant night on his yacht with dinner, dancing, and music. His proposal couldn’t have been better; it was very romantic and you couldn’t stop the tears that brimmed in your eyes. That night as you lied in his arms, you brought up his parents again. “Gguk-ah,” you batted your eyelashes at him making him kiss your temple before meeting your eyes.

“Yes, my love?” He nudged his nose against your own and you hummed with joy.

“Don’t you think it’s time I met your family? I mean, I’m going to be your wife in a few months.” You half expected him to be annoyed with you. You used to ask this question all the time before taking the hint and stopped bringing it up altogether.

But he wasn’t angry at all. He chuckled and sat up, reaching for his phone from the bedside table. “You’re right. Now would be a great time. I’ll call them and set something up.” You sat up beside him, kissing his cheek to show your appreciation as he listened to the phone ring. He winked at you before speaking. “Ah, Eomma. I have something to ask you.”

-

“It’s all settled,” he said laying down beside you again. He pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “Are you excited?”

“Mmhm. Where are we going?”

“Our island off the coast of Korea.” You nodded. You’d only heard of his family’s island before. He told you about the vacations they used to take there when he was younger. Now, he goes on hunting trips on the island with his father. “It’s the perfect place to get away, just the four of us.”

“When do we leave?”

“Our flight is next weekend. My parents will meet us there two days after we arrive. That gives us a little time to ourselves.” He looked down at you, raising a brow suggestively.

“Oh? I don’t know what you mean,” you teased.

“Huh.” He pushed you off of him and onto your back to straddle you. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

-

The flight wasn’t as long as you thought, only a mere four hours until you landed on the private airstrip. You pulled up to a large manor set deep into the woods. It was made from grey bricks and was complete with tall gates and a fancy fountain in front of the main entrance. It almost seemed like a big fortress seeing as it was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Jungkook helped you out of the vehicle, grabbing your luggage and taking your hand to lead you inside as the black car drove off.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jungkook said. “I can’t wait to show you around inside.” He put down his duffle bag to push open the big decorative door in front of him, revealing a lobby with a beautiful staircase. “Welcome to the Jeon Manor.”

It really was gorgeous. The marble floor was freshly polished and grand wood statues littered the walls.

“Come on. I’ll show you to our room.” Jungkook led you up the twisting staircase and down a series of halls before finally reaching your bedroom. He opened the set of twin white doors and let you enter first. It was similar to the rest of the place. The wood floor was decorated with extravagant rugs and elegant curtains were draped over the large windows behind the king size bed.

“You know, sometimes I forget that your family is loaded. Not anymore.”

Jungkook snickered and walked over to you, giving you a quick peck. “I’ll be right back, my little gold digger.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go turn the water and gas lines on. You can wait for me here.” He winked at you and left you standing in the middle of the room.

“Jeon Jeongguk, we just got here!” You called out to him.

“We gotta break it in!”

Rolling your eyes at his suggestive behavior, you set your bag on the floor and lied down on the bed, tracing the soft duvet with your fingertips. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs again. Assuming it was Jungkook, you called his name. Nothing. You got up from your spot on the bed and made your way to the door, heart rate slowly increasing. “Hello?”

“Oh!” A strange man jumped back when you turned out of the bedroom. You were startled as well, but this guy seemed particularly jumpy. He held his hand over his chest, attempting to level his breathing before looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Normally you wouldn’t apologize to a stranger that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but Jungkook had told you about one of the butlers who lived on the property. “You must be Hoseok.”

“Yes,” he smiled. He reached out his hand for you to shake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d arrive so quickly. I haven’t seen the master yet, so I wasn’t sure.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I’m Y/n.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve heard so much about you.” He swallowed thickly. Something about this boy seemed off to you. He seemed timid, almost like he was afraid of something.

“I see you’ve met Hobi.”

Hoseok jumped into you as Jungkook spoke. “Yeah,” you said. Jungkook stepped past the boy and took your hand. “Hobi, will you go let my parents know we’ve made it? I have something else I need to take care of.”

“Of course, master. Right away.” He turned to leave before you grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“Hoseok, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes Ms. Y/n. I’m fine.” He nodded quickly and gave you an unconvincing smile. His eyes flicked between you and Jungkook a few times before he bowed and left. He certainly was strange, and you were curious about him.

Jungkook pulled you into the bedroom and shut the doors, pushing your back against them. With his arms planted on both side of your head, he began to kiss and bite at your neck. “Jungkook?”

“Hmm,” he hummed as he continued to leave marks across your neck.

“What is Hoseok so afraid of?”

“I’m not sure,” he said as he moved to nibble on your ear. “He’s always been like that. Jumpy.”

“But why? What’s got him so on edge?”

“Dunno. Now, will you stop talking about him and let me take care of you?”

“Oh, I was that something else.”

He stopped his ministrations and looked in your eyes. “What else did you think I was gonna do?”

You sighed, giving in to him as he leaned in to brush his lips against yours. This was going to be a weekend you’d never forget.

- 

After dinner, you left Jungkook to look around the house yourself. You wandered through the long corridors of endless rooms. You weren’t sure what you were looking for exactly, you just found the place mesmerizing.

In the basement, you came across a metal door with an emblem of two swords crossing on it. Interested in seeing what was behind, you reached for the knob. Locked. You could feel a slight draft coming from underneath and hitting your toes. What could possibly be behind it? You dropped to your knees to peek under the crack. It was pitch black; the room surrounded with darkness, but you could make out a faint odor. There was definitely something hidden beyond the door.

“Y/n? Where’d you go?” Jungkook called for you from upstairs. For some odd reason, you felt like you shouldn’t be down there. The locked door was giving you a strange feeling. You jogged up the stairs to the next floor to answer him.

“Coming,” you shouted as you made your way up to him. “Sorry, I was just looking around.”

Jungkook looked into your eyes, tilting his head to the side. “That’s okay,” he said. 

Although he just gave you permission to be curious, he seemed awfully uncomfortable with the idea of you wandering off on your own. His eyes were squinted in an attempt to read your expression; to see if you had actually found something that could direct your attention away from him. 

“Let’s go upstairs. There’s a bathroom connected to our room you can get ready for bed in.” You nodded and he took your hand. 

At ten o'clock, you finally crawled into bed. As you lie there, you couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on the questions swirling in your mind. What was behind that door? Why was it locked in the first place? Why had Jungkook seemed so uneasy when you left his side for a few minutes? 

As you lay there entertaining your imagination, another thought came to you. If Hoseok lived on the property, why did Jungkook have to go turn on the gas and water? Shouldn’t they already be running? And if he wasn’t where he said he was, then what was he doing? You remembered how Hoseok acted when Jungkook returned. He was nervous; definitely afraid of something. It was all very confusing. 

Despite your mind running in circles, you were still quite tired. You pushed the eerie feelings aside and snuggled up to your fiancé, drifting off in a matter of minutes.

-

Your eyes shot open with the creaking of the bedroom door. Jungkook was sound asleep next to you, so who could be on the other side? The door pushed open the rest of the way and you clung to your boyfriend, anxiously waiting to see what was entering your bedroom. 

“Psst.”

You glanced up to see Hoseok peering around the door frame. He was beckoning to you; motioning for you to meet him downstairs. You nodded in acknowledgment, checking the time on your phone. It was only 11:30. You carefully pulled the covers from your body and tiptoed to the door. Before you left, you looked back at Jungkook, hoping he wouldn’t be disturbed from your absence. 

You met him in the foyer. He had his arms crossed on his chest as he paced back and forth. He was nervous again. 

“Hoseok, are you okay? What’s going on?” He looked up at you with fear in his eyes. 

“I have to show you something. When I do, you’ll understand why you need to leave him. Run. Get out of here the first chance you get. It’s not safe.” 

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We need to be really quiet. I’m sure you know he’s a light sleeper. If we get caught…” his words trailed off as his imagination took him somewhere you did not want to go. “Please. Just follow me and be quiet.”

You don’t know why you automatically trusted him. You were curious to see what he needed to show you, but he was acting like Jungkook was going to hurt you. Nevertheless, you followed close behind him. He led you into the basement and right up to the locked door you had found earlier. He pulled out a set of keys on a large ring, fumbling through them slowly in order to keep quiet. 

“I know you’ve been wondering what this is. I followed you down here earlier before Jungkook called for you.” You shot him a weird look as you began to lose your trust in him. He picked up on it right away and continued. “Look, I know you’re really confused right now, but I need you to trust me. I’m trying to help you.” 

He picked one of the keys and slid it into the lock, twisting it and pushing the door open. “What you’ll see in here,” he said grimly as he stared at you, “is not the same man you think you know.” You felt your stomach drop. What in the hell has him on edge like this? You were getting tired of him scaring you with his vague choice of words, so you pushed past him and into the dark room.

Letting your eyes adjust, you looked around. All you could see was swords, bows, guns, the works. It was an armory packed full of weapons, no wonder the room was locked. A large sheet was covering the walls of the room where you expected mounts for animal heads to be. Hoseok came in behind you. He grabbed ahold of one of the sheets and pulled it off the wall revealing a smell that made your dinner churn in your stomach; it was all you could do to keep it down. The sight was something you knew you would never forget. 

Underneath the sheet were rows and rows of mounts for game, but they didn’t hold up animal heads. They were holding human heads, severed at the neck and rotting. Some were older, they had more of the skull showing than others did, but they all released the same sickening stench. 

You fell to the floor, landing on your butt as you did the only thing you could think of. You screamed. A blood-curdling screech that could have been heard in Korea. 

“Shit!” Hoseok panicked. He picked you up from the floor and dragged you out, locking the door again. You were dry-heaving on the ground as your head spun. You couldn’t see or hear clearly; there was a ringing in your ears that blocked out Hoseok’s calming words. He pulled you up by the arms, forcing you to look at him. “Listen to me! You have to leave him! You have to get out of here before the game begins!”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you didn’t stay long enough to ask him. You pushed him away from you and ran as fast as your wobbling legs could go. You dashed up the stairs and into the foyer, trying to make it to the front door. As you rounded the corner you smacked into something firm and cushy, falling to the floor again. 

“Woah,” Jungkook stepped back in surprise. “What are you doing?”

You looked up from your spot on the floor to see his jaw clenched and his eyes shooting daggers at you. He looked pissed off. Had he heard everything that had just happened? No, there was no way. No one else was with you in the basement. 

“Answer me.”

Never in your life had you been so intimidated. You were genuinely afraid of him right now. But then again, maybe it was just the state of shock you were in. Before you could speak up or pretend like nothing was wrong, Hoseok came barreling up the stairs after you.

“Y/n! Y/n, you have to leave-.” His eyes went wide and he gasped as he noticed his master standing before you. There was no getting out of this now. You could see the gears turning in Jungkook’s head as he made the connections between you and his butler. He knew what you had seen. He had meant for you to see it, just not this early. He wanted one more night with you in his arms before he had to start the game. But Hoseok had taken that from him, so yeah, he was pissed. 

Jungkook stared off into space, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “Hobi, leave us.” The boy bowed to him and scurried off, knowing full well what was about to happen. Jungkook looked down at you again with a cold expression on his face, making you jump to your feet and race for the door. You slammed into it and desperately yanked at the handle, only to be met with disappointment. It was locked.

Jungkook sighed. “There’s no use in trying to run from me, Y/n. I have this all planned out. Come here, let me explain all this.”

“Explain what,” you seethed, leaning your head against the door. You turned around to face him as the tears began to run down your cheeks. “Can you really explain to me why you have a room full of heads in your basement?”

“Yes. Just come sit down.”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes as his tongue bulged further in his cheek. “This can go one of two ways: either you come sit down and listen to me or I will tie you to the chair. Your choice.” 

Your heart was pounding as you stared back at him, looking for a sign of his usual humor. There wasn’t any. You released the door handle from your death grip and slowly made your way over to him. You sat down on the chair he pulled out for you while he leaned against a small table, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” 

“What is it?”

“It’s for hunting.”

“People?”

He paused. “Yes.”

“No,” you gasped as you put your head down and sobbed. You could feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Your throat was burning and you felt like you would be sick again. The man in front of you was a murderer, something you never could have dreamt up in your worst dream. So many emotions were flashing through your mind. Fear, sadness, rage, they were all swirling around inside you and you couldn’t seem to pick one to stick with. This was all happening too fast.

“I need you to pay attention. This is very important.”

You looked up at him again, anger distorting your face. “You kill people.”

He continued, ignoring your statement. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, but seeing as you have, I’m left with no choice. You need to do something for me and I need you to be brave, so listen.”

“Why would I listen to a thing you have to say?”

“If you want to keep breathing, you will.” 

Your eyes widened again as you came to the conclusion that he might actually try to hurt you. “What do you want from me?”

He breathed deeply before speaking. “At midnight I am going to unlock the doors and you are going to run. You’ll have thirty minutes to run, hide, do whatever it takes for you to get away from here before I come after you. Do not get caught. If I catch you, I will have to kill you. I don’t have a choice.” He scanned your face for your reaction before he continued. “You need to make it to sunrise. Once the sun comes up, the game is over and you are safe.”

“What game? Why are you doing this?” you cried. 

“Call it a family tradition. Before I can marry you, before we can become one, you need to prove your worth to my family. You have to make it through the night.”

“You trying to kill me is proving my worth?”

“To my father.”

Your anger quickly took place of your fear. “So, you’ve been lying to me this whole time. You tricked me into coming here. Are your parents even coming?”

“Of course they are! And I didn’t lie to you. Despite what you may think, I have never lied to you.”

“No, this was a lie by omission!”

He paused again, regaining his thoughts before walking over to you. “I told you where I was and that I was hunting. If I told you what I was hunting, you would have left me before I could explain myself.” He stroked your face with his thumb, making you flinch. “It’s just one night, my love. You can do it, I know you can. You’re better than the others.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. Others. Of course, there had been others. He had done this before, and by the looks of it, they didn’t make it out alive. He must’ve been very good at this. Jungkook was more than just a good looking man with a fat wallet. He was a walking fairytale. A dream any girl would die to take to part in; one that was slowly unraveling to be your worst nightmare.

-

At exactly midnight, Jungkook opened the front door and let you go. You knew there was no way you could get him to stop what he was doing. He was convinced that he was doing this because he loved you. You had begged and pleaded with him to change his mind. You even told him that he could lie to his parents about it. Nothing worked. He simply reassured you that you could make it. As you turned to face him one last time, you could still see a glimpse of the boy you fell in love with. The tears streamed down your face again as you looked at him. He smiled softly, the bunny smile you adored so much, and shut the door, kick-starting your survival instincts. You remembered what he said clearly. If he caught you, he would kill you. He was crazy; he thought he was doing this for your relationship, to show your worth. He wouldn’t go easy on you if he found you. You needed to hide as far away as you could. 

All you had with you was a thin jacket, a flashlight, a switchblade, and a wristwatch to keep track of the time. He told you before you left that the sun would rise at 5:54 AM, meaning you had nearly six hours to run around an uninhabited island. 

How did you end up here, tripping over your feet as you fled from the man you were supposed to marry? What had you done that was so bad to deserve this tragedy? The thought that Jungkook had been plotting this very moment since your first date was repulsive. You loved him, you still did, but even if you survived this night of terror, nothing would be the same. This wasn’t just about your relationship. He was a psychopath; a killer. There was no choice. The moment you walked into that armory was the moment your relationship ended.

As you glanced down at your watch you realized your time was up. It was now 12:54, which meant he would be coming for you. You needed to find a place to hide as soon as possible. Sure, you had a half an hour head start, but you knew Jungkook was a skilled hunter. If you continued walking like this, he’d catch up in no time. You considered a few ideas, like hiding in the bushes or climbing a tree, but both choices seemed too risky. Where else was there? There were no buildings and you were surrounded by nothing but trees.

You decided to keep walking when the ground gave out from underneath you. You barely had time to yelp before you landed on your back, completely surrounded by darkness. It must’ve been some sort of pit. You hadn’t seen it when you were walking due to the branches and dirt that covered the opening. You sat up, groaning as you massaged your back. It must’ve been a trap set for animals, or at least you hoped it was. You stood up to look for a way to climb out when you got an idea. Maybe you could just hide out there for a few hours. If you laid down and covered yourself with the branches, you could make it look like you fell in and climbed out.

You were just about fully covered when you thought you heard what sounded like a howl. A deep, animalistic groan that turned your blood ice cold. That was a dog. You could tell. He wasn’t by himself, he had a tracker; a bloodhound. Your hiding place was now completely worthless, and you had just trapped yourself in a hole with a hunting dog and a killer headed your way.

You heard the quiet sniffing now, he was right above you. You laid as still as possible, trying not to shuffle the leaves that were covering you. There was a chance that they could mask your scent.

Nope.

You heard his low and amused chuckle before he even said anything. He knew you were there. You should’ve left when you had the chance. He sighed loudly. “No. Too easy.”

You pushed the branches off of you seeing as there was no point in hiding. He was staring down at you with a wicked smirk, one that probably would’ve initiated something intimate only two hours ago. Now your heart was pounding for a completely different reason. “You can do better than this, love,” he growled. “Try again.” With that, he tugged on the leash of his miniature predator and left you with your mouth hanging open. Did he really leave? Was this a trick or had he just let you go? After you were positive he was gone, you got to your feet and grabbed onto the roots of a tree sticking out of the dirt walls. Pulling yourself up, you managed to crawl out of the hole. You had no time to consider where to go when you’re eyes met Jungkook’s. He wore no expression on his face. He was cold and you didn’t recognize him at all. 

The bloodhound sat patiently beside him, waiting for his master to give him orders.  Jungkook dropped the leash from his hand, not taking his eyes off of you. “Get her.”

Watching a dog that was trained to kill charge at you faster than light made your stomach rise to your throat. You bolted deeper into the woods, forcing yourself to focus on looking ahead of you. If you tripped, you’d get torn apart; limbs being ripped from your body. You used to have nightmares like this; being chased through the woods by a monster. The only difference was you wouldn’t wake up if it caught you.

Hoping you had gained somewhat of a distance, you peeked over your shoulder only to be pounced on by the eighty-pound animal. You hollered as it dragged you down, biting at your jacket sleeve. It thrashed and tugged harshly at the material, trying to hold you down in time for Jungkook to come. You kicked and pushed at the K-9 in hopes of disorienting it, but you knew it was pointless. You continued assaulting it until you felt a sharp pain shoot up your forearm from your wrist. It’s knife-like teeth pierced your skin, drawing blood to the surface. You almost couldn’t feel the pain, it being so excruciating that your mind had numbed it out, but you screamed anyway. You jerked your arm away the second it released and kicked out with as much strength as you could muster. The dog yelped as it flew back, quickly regaining its balance. Your eyes wandered next to the beast, locking onto a black switchblade which must’ve fallen from your pocket when you were yanked to the ground. You knew it would be risky, but this dog would not let you go until his owner arrived. You dove in front of it to reach for the knife despite being immediately tackled again. He latched onto the collar of your jacket, twisting and turning his head. You stretched out your arm and searched for the blade. Jungkook was calling for him as your fingers wrapped around the handle. There was no choice. Your thumb pressed into the button and quickly flipped the blade open, burying it deep into his side. He squealed and whimpered as he backed off of you, laying down with his head tucked to his wound. Jumping to your feet, you made a mad dash, clutching the knife in your hand. That was too close. 

- 

You sat down behind a collection of trees, trying to catch your breath. You ran and ran for what felt like hours. Your feet were killing you, the special insoles of your shoes doing you no justice. Your head was spinning and you were feeling every emotion possible. Sweat trickled down your forehead. It was hard to breathe. Your chest felt tight and your limbs were heavy. You looked at the wound on your arm. It was throbbing, coated in blood that had begun to dry. You were so, so tired. You knew what this was. You were having a panic attack which would only make your situation worse. You couldn’t do anything but sit and tremble as you let the attack pass. When you finally began to calm down, you bawled into your hands. Jungkook would’ve been the one to hold you at that moment. He always sat with you when your anxiety was too much to handle. He would gently pat your back, wiping your tears away and kissing your temple as he whispered words of affirmation in your ear. “You’re okay,” he’d tell you, “Everything is gonna be just fine.” 

But it wasn’t fine. This time he was the reason; the cause of your grievous pain. And he wouldn’t come running to the rescue now. You dried your tears and leaned back against the tree. So tired. You couldn’t stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful state of sleep.

You couldn’t.  

A sweet, sing-song like voice ripped you from your short slumber. “Y/n?” he called. He wasn’t too far away from you, but you could tell he hadn’t pinpointed your location. Still, you got to your feet and reached into your pocket, clutching onto the switchblade for safekeeping. You would have to make a run for it. 

“Bunny, come out,” he said enduringly. That nickname made you cringe. You had given it to him when you first started dating and now he was using it against you. You were his prey. “Don’t worry about the dog. I forgive you. Just come out so I can see you.” The dog. Had he died when you hurt him? Despite him being your enemy, it still made your heart wrench to think that you had killed him. 

“Baby. I won’t hurt you,” he whined. You stayed still. Your watch read 2:37 AM. He was tricking you again. You wouldn’t move until he had left. “Babyyy,” he sang. Chills ran up and down your spine. Then he went silent. There was no movement, no sound, nothing. All you could hear was the light wind blowing between the branches of the trees. 

A sharp whistle sounded in your ears followed by a dull thump. Right next to your ear, above your shoulder was an arrow lodged in the bark. He definitely knew where you were. You sprinted off again before he had another chance to take aim, listening to the sick sound of his laughter.

-

You kept running despite the terrible burn in your lungs. There had to be somewhere for you to go. You couldn’t continue to switch between hiding places and just barely escape from Jungkook.

You glanced down at your watch only to find nothing but the gash marks where his dog had bit you. Shit. Your watch, the only way you could tell how much longer you needed to keep fighting, was gone. The last time you remember checking was around three o'clock. How long had it been since then? Two, maybe three hours? You couldn’t tell. The treetops were too close together for you to see the sky, but you were pretty sure the moon had disappeared. You prayed for the sun to rise.

Or maybe it didn’t need to. From the corner of your eye, you could see a small fisherman’s boat sitting in the water. You must have walked the circumference of the whole island. There was no dock; the only thing keeping it still was a rope connected to a tree. You wasted no time jogging down to the glimmer of hope you had found.

After removing the jacket you were wearing, you tossed it into the boat. You’d need to wade a little ways to get to it and you’d preferred to have something stay dry.

The threatening crunch of a stick filled your ears just as you stepped into the water. You spun yourself around to search for the source, begging for it to be some kind of animal. You didn’t get to see his face before something struck you on the head and you toppled over. You could feel the blood on your forehead; see it flow in the stream beside you. You saw a pair of tan combat boots standing in front of your face before your mind was filled with darkness.

-

“You did it, baby. You made it to sunrise.” You awoke in a cold, dark room with an ache in your jaw and a pounding in your head. The only light source coming from the door in the front of the room that was just slightly cracked open. You could barely make out Jungkook’s features as he spoke to you.

You attempted to jump to your feet when you were pulled back to the wall behind you. Both of your arms were restrained by the chains in the wall; preventing you from your escape.

“I wouldn’t waste your energy, love. I know you’re exhausted.” You glanced up at him with a look of fear. This was it. You were trapped with no way out. He had caught you, and now he was going to kill you.

“Oh, please don’t look at me like that. You’ve done all that I’ve asked of you, I’m not going to hurt you. Now we can be together forever.”

No. This couldn’t be the end for you. You refused to give in to him. You had to get him to let you out so you could make your way back to the boat. Then you could get off the island and find help. You softened your expression and spoke quietly. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. We can be together. Just let me out so we can talk.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at his feet. “You might think I’m crazy, but I’m certainly not stupid. I know you need some time to think about everything that’s happened and I’m going to give you that.” He turned on his heels and made his way to the door.

You began to panic. “Jungkook, wait! Please. Please don’t do this,” you begged. He sighed and walked towards you again, crouching to meet your gaze.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not leaving you here to rot. I’m just giving you some time alone to accept all this. When you’re ready, I’ll take you back upstairs.” He reached for your face, but you jerked away before he could touch you. “Please don’t be angry with me. I did this for us. I had to be sure you were the one.”

There was still a chance. You’d have to wait a few days in order to buy his trust, but eventually, he’d release you and you could make a run for it. “I know,” you replied quietly. God, I hope that sounded believable.

“Good girl.” He patted the top of your head lightly and smiled. “I’m so glad you made it. I didn’t want to have to start all over again.” He kissed your temple and made his way to the exit once more before he stopped in his tracks. “Oh, and about that boat,” he said without turning around. “It’s been sitting there for years. Whatever gas might be left in the tank is expired by now. It won’t run, so you can forget about it.” He walked out and shut the door behind him, leaving you to choke back your sobs. “I love you. Never forget that.”

The lock clicked shut and he pulled the key out from the door.

It was a dangerous game he had played.

And you had lost.

a.n. // okayyyyyy so this took me fucking forever but it was so worth it. I hope you like this one. Let me know what you’re feeling and if you think a part two would be good. I may or may not have a few ideas. -Kay