Learning Love
A/n: Being competely honest with you this is only my second time writing for BTS and on top of that it’s a yandere imagine making it all the different from normal writing. I’ve never written anything for Jimin before but I tried my best, especially with having to tweak his personailty a bit to make this kind of writing work. I suppose it’s also important for me to mention that I do not condone the behavior in this fic nor think that Jimin would ever act this way.
Yandere! Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Yandere behaviors, subtle manipulation
Word count: 1,471
Love is hard, really hard. There are so many things that can go wrong, and it's just difficult in general. Having an infatuation with someone, liking someone, it's much easier than learning to love someone in a relationship. Also due to different backgrounds and likes it can lead to different types of disagreements. Even though you love the good of a person, learning to love the bad and flaws of a person can prove difficult, especially in a relationship with someone you think to be crazy.
What? What do you mean by that? Why would you be in a relationship with someone you think is crazy? Well, in my defense, I had no idea Jimin was crazy when I first met him. He had been a completely normal guy, just a bit clingy, even when we had only been friends. To be completely honest I didn't mind his clinginess at first, in fact, I kinda liked it. It had been a while since I had a guy interested in me and not minding when I wanted attention. After some time of being friends, I'd say six months or so, Jimin and I ended up dating. Everything was bliss in the beginning, and he was still a normal but somewhat clingy guy.
I didn't even realize Jimin's odd behavior until about a month after I had moved in with him in his apartment. It was then that I realized just how clingy he had become or maybe he had always been that clingy and I just didn't notice. I slowly started realizing how I rarely went out anymore and when I did Jimin had to know who I was with, where I was going to be at all times, and when I was going to be back. Normally, if it was going to be over three hours, he'd become whiney and cling to me, not wanting me to go and most times I didn't. Those times I did go out, even if it was just an hour, Jimin would refuse to let go of me from the moment I walked through the door.
I hadn't thought anything was weird or strange about it because I had never really been in a serious relationship before. I had dated around before, but nothing had ever come of those relationships. I didn't know anything was out of the ordinary in the relationship until I heard my friends talking about theirs. I noticed there was a stark difference between mine and theirs. At first I had thought maybe mine was just a different kind of relationship so I asked my friends about it. What they told me I didn't like but it was all true.
Before I had realized they were right I had made the critical mistake of telling Jimin what they said when I came home that day. He didn't like it either and decided my friends were bad influences and didn't want me around them anymore. I foolishly protested, and he responded by taking my phone and everything else I could use to contact the outside world. Worst of all, he resorted to locking me in his room, never letting me out into the rest of the apartment without him being around.
I couldn't stop the tears even when I realized Jimin would be back soon. He always returned as quickly as possible and when he was home he was always touching me in some way. If he were to come home to see me crying, he wouldn't let go of me for the rest of the night, thinking he was comforting me. Even though I didn't want to admit it underneath all the unhealthy obsession there is still some kind of love, He doesn't like seeing me sad, he wants me to be happy, even though he's trapped me.
Desperately I tried to hold back the tears that seemed to flow down my cheeks endlessly. It was such a stupid reason for me to be crying too. I'm not crying because I'm trapped, although I most certainly upset about that, it's because I don't love Jimin. I loved him before all this happened, I don't love who he's become. How can I stay in a relationship with someone I don't love, not that I have a choice?
My breath got caught in my throat when I heard the door to the apartment open. He's back, and I still haven't stopped crying. I let out a frustrated groan and forcefully rubbed at my eyes, wishing that would make all the evidence of the fact that I had been crying disappear. Alas, that's not how life works and I knew without even looking in the mirror that it was painfully obvious.
To my surprise the first thing Jimin did wasn't come into the bedroom announcing how much he missed me while he was gone. I don't know what he was doing, but I could hear him moving around the apartment quite a lot. I couldn't imagine what he could be doing, whatever it was, though, it took time. Five minutes passed, then ten, and another ten. For a time it went silent, and I strained to hear him but it was as though he disappeared. I thought it was strange that I couldn't hear him anywhere. What had he been doing? Why was he now so quiet?
"Ooohh, my looove!" Jimin sang as I could hear him coming towards the bedroom he locked me in previously this morning. "Baby, I've missed you so much!" He exclaimed as he opened the door wide open. I looked over my shoulder as he entered and quickly made his way over, pulling me into a tight hug. Snuggling his face into my neck, he asked me a question; which I had assumed he was going to ask me his standard question, "did you miss me too?", to which I would give my standard answer of a yes. I learned fairly quickly it was better to pretend I missed him than being honest and say I didn't. That's not what he asked, though.
"Do you know what today is, Love?" Jimin asked, and I could feel the smile pulling at his lips. That piqued my interest. I didn't have a clue. By now I've lost track of the days and weeks, maybe months.
"I'm not sure. What is today, Jimin?" I asked, glancing down at him.
"Why, today's our anniversary! We've been together one year today!" He exclaimed, pulling away slightly with a bright smile, one that I used to find infectious, on his face. Even though I don't love him anymore, I didn't want to get on his bad side so I tried to plaster a smile on my face for him. I thought it had been a fairly good attempt, but I guess not because a moment later his smile faded to a deep frown.
"Love, what's wrong? Have you been crying?" He asked, pain evident in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" I mumbled, looking everywhere but his watery brown eyes.
"You're lying, please don't lie to me. Why were you crying? Was it because you missed me? I know I took a bit longer to come see you, but it was because I was setting something up for us to celebrate. I'm sorry!" I probably should've just agreed that was the reason but foolish little old me couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"No? Then why were you crying?" He asked, the pain in his eyes becoming more intense. "It's not important, it was just something stupid.”I answered, just trying to end the conversation quickly. Unfortunately though, Jimin wouldn’t take my pathetic answer and kept pestering me about it.
“Why were you crying?”
“I already told you, Jimin, it was about something stupid.”
“I don’t care. I still want to know, so tell me.”
“Ji-”
“Tell me. I’m not taking no for an answer, _____.”
There was a silent pause as I stared into his eyes. He was giving me an intense glare; there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s serious and that there’s no way out of telling him. “Fine, I was crying because- because I realized that I don’t,” I nervously bit at my lip before finishing my statement, “love you anymore.” Jimin’s eyes widened at my answer and a look of pain formed instantaneously on his face. I could have sworn that his eyes started to gloss over with tears, but as soon as the pained expression came it was replaced with a patient and loving look.
“Aww, don’t worry Love. I’m sure you’ll learn to love me back soon. Until then I’ll just have to wait patiently. Now, come on, I’ve set up a blanket fort with all your favorite movies and food. We still have an anniversary to celebrate.”
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