#yandere baekyun

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Werewolf Baekhyun) 3.3k, A/B/O, fighting, verbal abuse, drinking, intoxication, tipsy behavior, kidnapping, drugs, restraints, pheromones, smut, non-con, dub-con, biting, blood, marking, intimidation, implied pregnancy, yandere (@starillusion13)

“You’re an omega, and you’re mine.”

     You wanted to slap Baekhyun, you tried, but he grabbed your hand. When you tried to pull away he held on tighter, and you threw a sharp glare his way. You two had been friends for as long as you could remember, basically growing up together, but as of late he had changed. He always seemed to have an attitude around you, especially when others were around. You chalked it up to the fact he finally presented, and turned out to be an alpha. You were happy for him, but you also understood that came with its own burden. So you let some things slide, but this was where you drew the line. You were out with friends, and as the night dragged on he started getting handsy with you. Throughout all those years you had never seen him as anything more than a friend, so you stopped him, which only pissed him off.

“What is wrong with you!”

“I am telling you the truth!”

“My birthday is still months away, and I haven’t presented yet! I’m not an omega, let alone yours.”

“You are! I can tell.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can. I don’t know how to explain it, but I know. You’re an omega.”

“I am not! My family mostly consists of alphas and betas. There hasn’t been an omega in generations and it’s not gonna be me!”

“Y/n-”

“Shut up!” You pulled your arm free. “I have had enough of your attitude, and this stupid idea in your head finally puts it into perspective. I’m not some lowly omega that needs protection from an alpha! And I don’t belong to you either!”

“Listen to me, I-”

“No! I’m not tolerating your bullshit anymore.” You took a breath. “I’m sure being an alpha has its own things to figure out, so you do that, and let me know when you stop being a dick.”

     You walked off without a word, swearing you’d hit him if he tried anything, but he knew better this time. You never thought you’d fight with him, he was always a good friend to you, but this was something else. You wanted to be understanding, but you needed to do what was best for you as well. You didn’t hear from him for weeks, which really worried you, but you weren’t going to reach out to check on him. This was something he needed to figure out on his own. You weren’t sure when you’d hear from him, but a week leading up to your birthday you got a call from him. You were nervous to answer, but you owed him that much.

“Hello?”

“Hey… how’ve you been?”

“Fine for the most part, and you?”

“Me too. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I should do it in person. Are you free anytime soon?”

“I have some time tomorrow.”

“After your classes?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Sure.” 

     All this time you felt like you had been holding your breath, that after all these years you had lost a close friend. Hearing his voice again was a relief, especially since it seemed he had gotten his senses back. Still, you’d have to wait and see if anything had really become of him. So the next day you kinda dreaded your last class, dreaded seeing him for fear things couldn’t go back to the way they were. You had to see him eventually though, so it was better to do it now and rip off the band aid. After class you found Baekhyun waiting for you. He offered you a quick smile but saw your expressionless face and dropped it. He followed you as you went off somewhere so you two could talk in private.

“Did your classes go well today?”

“Same old, same old. How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve done a lot of thinking lately… I can’t excuse my actions, only apologize for them.”

“Yeah.”

“I was a dick, I don’t even know what was going on in my own head. A lot changed for me, and I couldn’t keep myself in check. I’m really sorry you had to witness such a part of me, and I’ll do better to make sure you never do.”

“Is that it?”

“I mean, no amount of words can change what I did, but I’m hoping we can get over this hurdle together, or at least start over.”

“You were such an asshole.”

“I know…”

“And you’re done with that shit?”

“Yes. I never should have treated you that way. I don’t know what was going on with me.”

“Neither do I. Now if you ever pull that shit again, I will not forgive you.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” You took a breath. “Have you seriously been okay?”

“I’ve been doing my best, but there’s a lot going on with me.”

“How’s the family then? You being an alpha and all that. I mean, that’s most of your family anyway.”

“I’ve talked with them a lot. They’re happy I’m an alpha, but there are definitely things I need to be aware of.”

“No shit. Maybe if I’m an alpha too you can let me know.”

“Definitely.”

     Things couldn’t go back to how they used to be, but he was still your friend. Sometimes you could see him slipping back into that possessive behavior, but he composed himself well enough. He was doing better, which was the important thing. So when your birthday party rolled around you trust him to behave himself. Besides, it was your day of celebration, and you were going to enjoy yourself. So a night out at the club, endless drinks and a VIP room full of dancers, best birthday for sure.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.”

     You were dancing around, clearly already gone for the night. Some of your friends had already gone home, so only a few were left hanging on. Although at this point it was safe to say someone had to end things before you all passed out. That someone was Baekhyun, having remained mostly sober to keep an eye on himself and everyone else. Now he was getting people in cars and sending them on their way. In the end it was just the two of you out on the streets.

“Taxi!” You danced off the curb. “Taxi!”

“No, no, come here.” Baekhyun grabbed you and pulled you back onto the sidewalk. “I’m taking you home, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, you can’t drive.”

“Yes, I can. I didn’t really drink.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t think I can with you in this state. Come on now.”

     Baekhyun carefully led you over to his car, getting you into the passenger seat and getting your seat belt on. You leaned your head against the glass, Baekhyun getting into the car and driving off.

“Did you have fun?”

“The best…” You giggled. “And you?”

“It was a good night. Get some rest, I’ll wake you when we arrive, and please don’t throw up in my car.”

“No promises…”

     You shut your eyes and let the soft rumble of the car lull you to sleep. You figured you’d be out for a little bit and get some help going inside the house, but when you woke up you felt way more hungover than you thought. You got up, needing a second to realize you were in bed, and needing another to realize this wasn’t your room. The panic sobered you up real quick, but then you recognized the room as Baekhyun’s and calmed down. Although now that made you question why you were at his place. The hangover was starting to hit again, but you managed to get on your feet and go looking for Baekhyun.

“Ya! Baekhyun.” You mumbled. “Baekhyun… why am I here…”

     You managed to find the boy in the kitchen, sat down at the counter eating breakfast. Once he saw you stumbling around he got up and helped you take a seat.

“How’d you manage to get up?”

“Panic… why am I at your place? You said you were going to take me home.”

“I did take you home, to mine that is.”

“Baekhyun.”

“I was tired and my place was closer anyway. I’ll take you home now, after you have breakfast and recover from the hangover.”

“You better.”

     Baekhyun made you a quick breakfast. He was a pretty decent cook, and it was nice to try his food. It had been a while since you last spent time together like that.

“Here. A hangover cure.” Baekhyun handed you a glass. “You’ll feel better.”

“Already do, so thanks.”

     You chugged down the contents of the drink, knowing it was better to get it over with quickly. It didn’t taste bad thankfully, but still made you shiver.

“I’ll get my things and we can go.”

“Sure.”

     You got up, stretching for a moment and then heading back over to the bedroom to grab your belongings. When you returned Baekhyun was exactly where you had left him.

“Alright, we can-”

    You suddenly felt dizzy, grabbing your head and stumbling back a few steps. Baekhyun watched you for a moment and then got up, taking you into his arms so you wouldn’t fall.

“Baekhyun… what’s going on…”

“Just a little something to help.”

    He led you back down the hall towards the bedroom, although when your legs have out he had no problem picking you up and carrying. Your vision kept fading in and out, and you were feeling hot all over. Words were becoming difficult as well, but you still tried. Baekhyun just found you cute, laying you down on the bed. Then you realized he was tying your arms down.

“… what… what are you…”

“I know you still don’t believe me, and that’s fine, but I’m still worried about you. Since you’ve come of age you can present any day now, and I didn’t like the idea of me not being there for it. So I thought I should speed up the process, and this way I’ll be here to look after you.”

“Baekhyun…”

“It should only take a couple hours, so don’t worry.”

“Let… me… go…”

“Definitely can’t do that now. Someone else might want to claim you if they find you in such a state.”

“Why… why…”

“I told you. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone else have you. Just try to relax.”

“Baekhyun!”

    You tugged on the ropes, but you barely had any strength left. Your head was spinning and you could barely make out Baekhyun sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you. It hurt, not just your body, but your heart. You had been worried about Baekhyun, and you desperately wanted things to go back to normal that you let him back into your life without being cautious, without letting others know what he had been saying lately. It was getting harder and harder to think, and you could feel your body shutting down to deal with the changes being forced on you. If you could fight it you would, but you didn't even know what was happening. So in the end the darkness swallowed you, and your feelings of fear with it.

🖤

     When you opened your eyes you felt so out of it, barely managing to stay conscious. Your body was shaking, and you felt very hot. You soon found out you were still tied up, and once again tried to free yourself, but it was useless.

“Baekhyun…”

     You didn’t feel so good, you felt sick, and in the moment you didn’t want to be alone. It wasn’t long before you made out Baekhyun in your field of vision. He was sitting by the edge of the bed, his palm against your head.

“You have a fever.” You whined which made him chuckle. “It’s normal to be sick when you present.”

“Huh?”

“I told you that you’re an omega, and it’s all the more obvious now.”

“No… no what… what did you… do…”

“Just helped you awaken your true nature.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You can’t deny that now.”

“… home… I wanna…”

“I can’t take you home like this, besides what would your family think? There hasn’t been an omega in generations.” You whimpered. “It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you. I’m sure they’ll be relieved to know that.”

“No… no… I’m not…”

“The fever will pass on its own, but I’m not sure about the other things. They say omegas are pretty delicate, which is why it’s so important to claim one.”

“… go… away…”

“But you called for your alpha earlier.”

“… you’re not…”

“I am. I’ll go get you something for the fever.”

      Once he was gone you began tossing about, wanting to get free. You focused your energy on the rope, trying to untie it, but Baekhyun soon came back and stopped you.

“Is it bothering you?”

“Um…”

“I suppose you don’t need that right now.”

     Baekhyun untied you and helped you sit up, trying to give you some medicine. You refused though, not wanting to take anything from him anymore. He pet your head softly, finding your rebellious acts cute.

“This will make the fever go down and help things settle.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You know that’s not true. You can feel it, can’t you?”

“No… you did something…”

“You know there’s no way to change what you are. You can hide it or suppress it, but you can’t change it.”

     You knew all that was true, but you didn’t want to believe him. It wasn’t just about his betrayal, or what he had done, but what this all meant for you. Baekhyun seemed to know what you were thinking, pulling you into his arms despite your protests. He held the back of your head, rocking you softly to the sides, trying to sooth you.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna look at you differently or anything like that. You’re still y/n to me.”

“It’s not… I can’t…”

“We don’t choose these things.”

    You didn’t know how you were gonna face your family. You weren’t sure you wanted to. This all felt more like a nightmare and you desperately wanted to wake up. If that was the case you felt you would have already woken up, but all this felt way too real. You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears weren’t going to stop easily. So you sobbed into Baekhyun’s chest, letting all your thoughts overwhelm you. That is until something else caught your attention. As you were coming down from the tears you began to notice something. 

    Baekhyun smelled very different. You carefully moved your head up into the crook of his neck, taking in a breath. You never really paid attention to the scents of your friends. You could tell them apart but you never really took them in to know them better. Although you could tell that Baekhyun’s had changed, again. When he had become an alpha you noticed the change, but this was something else entirely. He smelled sweeter, and you couldn’t help yourself, wanting to take in more. Of course Baekhyun noticed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“What is it?”

“You… you smell…”

“Nice?”

“Hm…”

“They say the scent of an alpha is sweeter to an omega, and vice versa. I certainly know that’s the case.”

“… why…”

“Cause alphas and omegas get along better. We’ve always gotten along so well, even before all this. I guess we were meant to be.”

“That’s not fair…”

“I’d call it destiny.” Baekhyun took a moment. “You’re still burning up.”

“I’m fine.”

“You should still take something to make it easier… or I could help.”

“Help?”

“I told you it’s important for an omega to get claimed. I have no problem doing that now.”

     Baekhyun pulled you back a bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek. From there his lips trailed down your neck. Despite the heat and uncomfortableness, his mouth was a sweet relief against your skin. You didn’t want him to stop, and he had no intention of doing so. He knew you were already so high off his scent alone, and in this state you were all the more sensitive. Of course you weren’t the only one being affected. Baekhyun had been holding himself together, but now that he had you so close he couldn’t help himself either. Without asking permission he began to tear up your clothes.

     At that point it was hard to keep anything straight in your head. One minute Baekhyun was kissing down your chest, the next thing you knew you were lying beneath him with less clothing. Your vision was a bit hazy but you could see Baekhyun clearly. He had always been a friend in your mind, but now you thought of something else, of something more. Everything about him was different in your eyes. Your mind taking in the little things and feeling your heart flutter. The feeling only grew more and more as your body was accepting all his attention. 

    Even if you went out clubbing with friends you had never gone home with someone, or showed interest in hookups, so this would be your first. Baekhyun would be the one to take it all, and you knew at that moment you would never give it to anyone else. Your mind was so lost in his everything you didn’t realize the fangs, not until you felt a sharp pain in the crook of your neck. Your eyes went wide and you screamed, the smell of blood hitting your nose soon after. When Baekhyun pulled away you could see his bloody mouth.

“Couldn’t help myself…”

“Baekhyun…”

“No one else can have you.”

     There was a sharpness to his tone, almost like a warning. His one and only time saying this to you, and if you ever forgot it, there would be consequences. You couldn’t comprehend on the surface, but deep down you got the message. He wasn’t done here though, far from it. Baekhyun took off his own shirt, getting rid of the rest of your clothing and his in the process. You made a move to cover yourself, feeling exposed, but he stopped you, holding your hands above your head.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re perfect just like this, and I’ll make you even better.”

🖤

     If anyone asked you to recount that night, your first, the day you were mated, you probably couldn’t tell them anything about it. There was just a mix of heat and blood and pleasure. Your body would never forget, and neither would your soul, even if your mind was completely blank. Baekhyun wouldn’t say anything either, loving to have this secret to himself and to a degree you. All you did know was waking up in his arms, feeling safe, feeling loved. Your future was still uncertain, but you were alright there and then.

“Awake?”

“Hm…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired…”

“Well the fever’s down, so I think the worst of it is over.”

“I guess…”

“Sh, take it easy.”

“I feel tingly…”

“That might be the bite.”

“Bite… yeah… you bit me…”

“You still need to bite me back.”

“Hm…”

“Better now before you find out you’re pregnant.”

“What!”

“What? You don’t remember how much we did it? If I didn’t put a baby in you we’re gonna have to try again.”

“Baekhyun, I can’t-”

     You jumped up and away from Baekhyun, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down. He pet your head softly, immediately soothing your worries.

“It’s much easier for an omega to get pregnant, especially when they just presented. It’s only natural for you, for us.”

“Us… you really planned this all out, didn’t you?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve always looked after you, I wasn’t gonna let anyone else do that.”

“There were better ways…”

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“You were a prick.”

“Perhaps…”

“No you were.”

“Sh, sh, you should go back to sleep. We can talk more later, and finish things up properly too.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t worry. I got you, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Thanks… I suppose…”

“It’s always been you and me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

(II)

#exo #baekhyun #byun baekhyn #yandere baekyun #exo au #werewolf au #suho #yixing #xiumin #chen #chanyeol #d.o #kai #sehun #yandere exo #request

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Hi guys, here is the (hopefully) full list of everything I wrote this summer and autumn, after coming back after "hiatus" that I had last year. Everything is in my masterlist, but this is in case you'd like to catch up with the newest stuff.

Apologies for the caps lock, I'm copy-pasting directly from my blog (the theme's fault).

VAMPIRE!SEHUN X READER: FLAVORS OF GREED.

CHANYEOL X READER: PYROPHOBIC.

VAMPIRE!BAEKYUN X READER: SWEET LIES.

YANDERE!BAEKHYUN X READER: SMALL STEPS.

BAËKHYUN X (?) READER: UNHEALTHY OBSESSION.

BAEKHYUN X READER: ASPHYXIATION.

LIBRARIAN!KAI X READER: ACT ON IT. [+18]

BTS: AVATAR!AU HEADCANONS

I don't think I am going to update this list since as I said, everything is on my masterlist, but hope someone will find this useful!

#remember that you can also always use the vg: drabble and vg: fanfiction to filter stuff on my blog #I feel kinda weird like I feel I wrote a lot but there's not that much stuff when I look at it LOL #but don't worry more is coming #my writers block finally let go and i feel extremely happy about it #very excited about writing the requests I've had in my inbox for a while #vg: personal

[shinminkyon]

Yandere! Taehyung Preview

As promised, despite my current issues you guys mean alot to me, so here is what it would look like if Taehyung was a yandere.

“You know I love you.” His deep voice whispered to me.

“I love you too.” I replied, with a smile. 

My phone rang, breaking me out of the lovely moment I was having.

“Let me get that.” I said, walking over to the counter to pick up my vibrating cell phone. 

“This is Y/N speaking, can I help you?” 

I felt Taehyung’s stare on me, the way his eyes undressed me made me slightly uncomfortable. 

A familiar voice cut through the speaker, it was my older brother speaking excitedly into my ear. 

“Y/Nie! How are you?” He asked me. 

“I’m fine Baekhyun, why’re you calling me at 8:00pm on a Monday?” 

“I missed my little sister! Can I just please come see you?” 

“Fine, we can meet later. I just have things to do.” I replied.

“Okay, see you soon! Sarangheyo!” He exclaimed.

“Love you too Oppa.” I said, hanging up.

Taehyung cleared his throat, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. 

“Who was that?” He asked, obviously irritated. 

“Does it matter?” I sighed.

“Yes, who was that?”He asked again.

“It was Baekhyun. My brother.”I explained.

“You have a brother?” He looked confused.

“Yes, I have a brother. Did you think that was my other boyfriend? That Oppa is calling later.” I joked with him. Though, I could see that wasn’t a good idea in the slightest.

Before I could take a breath, he pushed me towards the nearest wall, arm against my throat, hand tight against my wrist pushing it behind me. 

“T-tae...stop.” I gasped, surprised.

“You’re cheating on me?!” He exclaimed with a fury. 

“N-no, it was a joke babe.” I said.

It took him awhile but he realized what he was doing and stopped.

He sighed. 

“Don’t joke around like that.” He frowned cutely.

“I was just trying to tease you, babe.” I pecked his cheek to reassure him.

He nodded. “I over-reacted.”

I sighed in relief, then my phone chimed. 

Why did everyone want my attention right now?

A text appeared on the screen. 

“Who sent this, was that your brother?” Taehyung asked me. 

“Actually, I have no idea who sent me this text.” I answered him honestly.

The text read like a love letter from start to finish, it wasn’t a number I recognized but I know the text was meant for me and not someone else, because in the very beginning it read “Dear Y/N,” 

Tae took the phone from my hand with a ferociousness and chucked it towards the wall, shattering it on impact.

“TAE! WHAT THE HELL?!” I exclaimed, pounding my fist on his chest.

“I’ll get you a new one, don’t worry.” He said casually. 

I was just happy he hadn’t finished ready the whole text because it had some very private things that I talked about with only my closest friends about. 

See, I was being blackmailed by an old friend of mine from high school and I had invested my trust into some close coworkers of mine, which Tae hadn’t known because I wanted to deal with it all myself and there were a group of people I would see quite frequently stealing glances at me. The group gradually only became one person that I saw almost everywhere until I realized I was being watched to make sure I kept my word.

“Someone’s been following you?” Tae whispered into my ear which made me shiver, I knew I’d been caught.

“You never thought to tell me my princess was being stalked. You don’t know the person watching you Y/N, what if they’re dangerous? You hadn’t thought of that had you?” I swallowed down hard.

“N-No, I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” I stuttered out.

I could see his eyes visibly turn darker as I felt a tight grip on my wrist, pulling me towards another room.

The door slammed shut and a blindfold covered my eyes tight. I scrambled to untie it, but my hands were caught tight in his vise-like grip. 

I felt a strange scent hit my nose, a cloth of some sort pressed up against my face and then everything faded.

When I came to, I got the blindfold off and looked around only to realize my surroundings were mostly just shadows and a large cage big enough to fit a circus lion. 

I walked to the edge of the cage, realizing that I was trapped. 

“I’ll keep you safe, Jagi. Please don’t worry.” That voice.

It belonged to none other than my beloved Kim Taehyung. 

He had me cornered. 

How am I going to get out of this?

#yandere!au #yandere!taehyung #yandere au #bts dere au #bts kim taehyung #taehyung #baekyun

[subby-superm]

Subby Mark Lee coming soon!

What he’s like:

Innocent & shy

Doesn’t understand dirty jokes (but will still laugh)

Clingy boi ™️

Will hide behind Kai when flustered

Will give you flowers

Loves to write and read

Giggly; almost child like

18+ only NSFW:

Shy and inexperienced

Bashful but wants to please

Hesitant to try new things but will if he trusts you.

Hard no’s: feet play, non con, scat, piss play. Hard kinks can be discussed in DMs

Member 1/5 (admin will add taemin and baekyun at a later date)

Marks color on dash is blue

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#subby superM post 1 #Mark

[babyboyoonie]

Hey of your doing requests could you do a short and sweet one shot about yandere tae who’s madly in love with the highschool s sweetheart min yoongi, but yoongis already taken by the school’s football star jungkook. You decide the rest.

Hello darling!! Thanks for your request, I LOVE this prompt ehe~ though hm I did my best but I’m not sure I managed to make it sweet…what with, you know, Yandere Tae.

Please tell me afterward okay? Okay, enjoy! ⁝(๑⑈௰⑈)◞⁝˚º꒰꒱

When he hears about him, Taehyung’s stuck somewhere that’s neither life nor death.

It’s a body working on auto-pilot with a mind wandering, lost—but not really, he’s among people and away from them at the same time; gaze flicking toward them, eyes, pictures, the jocks strutting in a tight group beyond the window, all laughs and sweat and a flock of sighing girls trailing behind them. Back at the corridor again, cold and warm, hungry and sated—Taehyung trembles with a need he can’t put a name on.

(Refuses to.)

And then—

“Dude, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him.”

“Me too.”

And—and this picks his interest. He quirks an eyebrow and stops dead in his tracks to look at the boy he nearly calls his brother. Affection and closeness and a tight link cuffing their heart together in best friend soulmate restrictor—“You? Really?”

Jimin pouts at him, opens his mouth before clamping it shut, hesitant. There’s a wariness laying there Taehyung hadn’t seen since his last accident back in elementary school. Alarm bells ring in his mind, his heart, whispers at him to perhaps drop it. But he cocks his head sideways, eyebrows raised in quiet curiosity.

Jimin relents, Jimin always does, even if he shouldn’t. “There’s this boy,” he says in a rush, blushes slightly at the simple mention of him while the guy accompanying them—Baekhyun, was it?—visibly brightens, brims with excitement. Taehyung fiddles with his camera, breath caught, anticipation building. “His name’s Yoongi, and—and God, Tae, he’s an angel.”

There had been silence, and then—and then Taehyung had laughed, the volcano building inside his chest dissipating, curling out of him like fog before the explosion happened.

But at Jimin’s knowing gaze, at Baekyun’s soft laugh, oh, Taehyung should have known better.

The anticipation disappeared before it could explode; Taehyung had thought so. Blowing out a breath, shrugging languidly and strutting ahead, Taehyung had thought so.

It exploded later.

One late, absolutely mundane afternoon—

—save for a presence; a presence like the first day of winter and eyes brimming with the life of spring. Save for a boy hovering around Taehyung’s shoulders reading into him like no one did before, and wrapping around him like—like he acknowledged and celebrated Taehyung’s existence. This same Taehyung, lost somewhere between life and death, that tightly embraced the things that instilled some light in him and took him away from his melancholy. This Taehyung, dearly appreciated, but still spoken about like, like he was weird, some kind of alien. He wasn’t. Knew so. As much as he knew the image he projected. Didn’t care about it, because those people weren’t the one that made him live.

And then—and then it exploded. This fire Jimin built up at the simple mention of a boy. A name leaving his lips like a prayer. Min Yoongi. The boy that walked around with flowers in his hair like the darkest ink, blushing profusely as he swore that his best friend insisted on it and he couldn’t refuse. The boy peering into Taehyung’s eyes and embracing him whole like they’ve knew each other forever; even as Taehyung later learned that he actually hated crowds and generally stayed away from people.

Min Yoongi.

His savior.

(Or perhaps, the sinister part in him that knows of his unhealthy tendencies whispers, his downfall.)

And, and things are like that, and of course Jimin was right to be wary; because it’s a week and two and Taehyung’s walls are plastered with pictures of a fairy made boy with smiles like bottled-heaven.

“So,” Jimin casually asks as he sits by his sides, gaze flickering around and falling on the boy that had a crowd of enapturated teenagers drinking in his every words. Taehyung idly thinks he wouldn’t mind erasing them all. Perhaps he would. “Yoongi-hyung, huh?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer. Shrugs, casual and relaxed as he keeps his eyes on Yoongi. He rarely does anything else, lately. “Yoongi-hyung.” He finally concedes as the silence stretches on, if only to let a prayer-like name falls from his lips. It might as well be, Taehyung’s certain Yoongi’s out of his world and none of them deserve to even look at him.

Jimin narrows his eyes. Would probably launch himself in another tirade, like he had started to do since he discovered Taehyung’s obsession. It hadn’t been that difficult, really—where their high school’s sweetheart was, Taehyung never strayed too far behind. The most devoted fan, religious in his dedication, the reverence brimming in his eyes, the need to erase all and everyone that would even dare to come near him.

But his best friend doesn’t manage to say anything. Yoongi catches his gaze and sends a pretty smile his way. Shy on the edges, like he always try to hide, sweet like the sweetest candy out there, pretty pretty pretty.Taehyung’s heart nearly threatens to rip away from his chest like it always does whenever Yoongi does as much as glance in his direction.

And when he talks to him—

(Oh God, when he does, Taehyung runs to the nearest bathroom and brings himself to completion with this simple interaction running in his mind again and again.)

Yoongi talks to him. To the both of them, at first; sends a soft smile as a greeting to Jimin before turning toward Taehyung. And if the blushing boy by his sides falling over himself at Yoongi’s salutations wasn’t his best friend, perhaps Taehyung would have hurt him.

(It wouldn’t be the first time he hurt a person coming too close to Yoongi, after all.)

But right now—Yoongi talks to him. Started doing so after tutoring Taehyung in English on Fridays afternoons. Did it much more, daily even, after Taehyung prevented his fall when the little darling slipped in the stairs. Usually careful angel, distracted this time, wandering in the corridors all in black clothes, and slipping—would have hurt himself, if Taehyung wasn’t following close behind.

(Taehyung’s always following close behind.)

Yoongi invites him—then, because he’s polite like that—to lunch, as he does, everyday. Still gets shy, still fiddles with his pants like Taehyung would even dare to refuse. Still brightens like the prettiest star in the sky when Taehyung rushes an enamored yes.

Of course Taehyung says yes. (Would still be there, lurking in a corner and watching Yoongi like clock work.)

A Yoongi with his friend is a pleasantly loud Yoongi. He blooms with colors and expressions and Taehyung stares and stares like he’s watching the eighth wonder in the world. Drinks in Yoongi’s lullaby-like laugh, comes alive with each of his gummy smiles and the way he curls on himself when he really falls to hilarity. Babbles quietly to Jimin about his tantalizing pout, omnipresent whenever Yoongi talks, because—”fuck, Jimin, look at him, he talks in pout! How cute is that?” , “terribly cute, Tae, I feel you…!”

Not quiet enough, though.

Because Yoongi’s boyfriend sends a glare his way. Yoongi’s boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook; all shades of gorgeous and amazing, the school’s football star that glides on the ground as he walks and aces in literally everything he starts.

Taehyung doesn’t fucking care. Taehyung only cares about the fact that Jungkook has Yoongi.

That Jungkook gets to sleep on Yoongi’s lap whenever and wherever, laughs as the whole damn school coo at them and Yoongi flushes prettily. Only cares about the fact that Jungkook bursts in candid and flamboyant declarations of love to Yoongi every damn day, grabs the boy’s ass in public with a cheeky smile and only gets away with a slight pout and delicate hands pushing softly at his chest.

Taehyung burns with jealousy whenever Yoongi blooms so pretty in colors as Jungkook compliments him—”looking gorgeous again today, Min, which lucky guy might be your boyfriend?” and Yoongi, Yoongi always rolls his eyes but flushes so hard. Kisses Jungkook then, always does, quick and sweet and shying away seconds later. Taehyung hates it. Hates Jungkook. Hates that Yoongi religiously bakes something for him every day, hates that he gets to manhandle Yoongi around while the boy goes putty and easily in his strong hands. Throws him goddamn heart-eyes, cheeks red, ducking under the protection of Jungkook’s arms when he wants to get out of a conversation.

Disappearing behind the school where Taehyung knows they make out so hard Yoongi comes out of it disheveled like he’s been fucked six ways to Sunday. Ruffled hair, clothes astray, lips red and puffy like he’s been bitten; dazed, cat-like eyes.

Taehyung hates hates hates.

Still follows them, anyway. Still takes pictures, still rubs his cock and comes hard as he imagines himself in Jungkook’s place. Watches and groans and imagine his own hard cock in Yoongi’s pouty, doll-like lips. Taehyung always comes the hardest when the image flashes in his mind.

Jungkook who must know.

Because Taehyung stares. He stares at Yoongi, like his eyes were made for that and only that. Because Taehyung has money he doesn’t know what to do with and showers Yoongi with gifts, like he was his boyfriend. Because Taehyung takes thousand of pictures of Yoongi and Jungkook must have stumbled on one. Probably doesn’t know, though, that Taehyung does it when they’re not at school either. Because Taehyung’s always always here when Yoongi’s in trouble. Makes sure to beat the busy jock at it, even as Jungkook throws him a baleful look and grabs Yoongi possessively afterwards.

They fought.

When Yoongi wasn’t present, of course they fought.

Because Taehyung was obsessed with Yoongi, and Jungkook was a possessive man. To reason, Taehyung would, too, if he had an angel as boyfriend.

Taehyung’s still possessive, even though Yoongi most definitely isn’t his boyfriend.

It doesn’t break his heart as much as it did in the beginning. Yoongi’s—Yoongi’s responsive.

Flushes easily when Taehyung’s around, laughs at his positively lame jokes and gives his utmost attention whenever Taehyung gets lost in his numerous wondering about the world. Yoongi’s pretty and he only gets prettier as he shines bright when Taehyung holds his hand, because he’s—fuck, he’s an absolutely adorable little one and nothing makes him happier than someone holding his hand. Yoongi’s here, always answers present when Taehyung needs him, defends him—”Tae-Tae’s not weird. He’s a bright mind and you all have a lot to learn from him.”

God, Taehyung loves him so much.

But Yoongi—Yoongi’s an angel, okay. He’s white-pure and a right man, he would never ever cheat. Would rather die and work himself to the bone for his couple, rather than chose someone else. That’s just the way he is, another thing Taehyung has come to adore, even if it doesn’t work in his favor.

Only—

Jungkook doesn’t see that. Young and still naive and insecure in their relation as he is, brimming with fear, there’s always a slight accusation in his eyes when he sees Taehyung around Yoongi.

“Don’t fucking approach him ever again.”

Jungkook sports a bloody nose, ragged breath and multiple cuts everywhere on his body; and Taehyung doesn’t think he’s in any better shape. But Taehyung—Taehyung doesn’t really care. Taehyung’s running on obsession and some sort of crazy love that could, he’s sure, makes him live eternally.

He smirks, basking in a victory that makes Jungkook visibly tremble with rage. “What for?” he whispers, basks in thoughts of darling smiles and shy gazes dancing behind his eyelids. “He’ll be mine sooner than you expect.”

Jungkook lunges the moment those words pass Taehyung’s lips.

Even though—even though Taehyung doesn’t think so. Knows Yoongi’s too loyal to leave Jungkook for another man. But Taehyung’s also in love and knows like he knows the stars are in the galaxy that he’ll be a goner for Yoongi until the day he dies. Would rather live alone, than live with someone that isn’t Yoongi.

Because the boy with sunshine in his smile and the future in his gaze—he’s it, for Taehyung.

#Taegi #Yoonkook #fluff #angst #stalker #Yandere!au #yoongimagines ♥