jungkook · bts · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · cold exterior · fighter · ruthless · yandere · romance
The darkness is absolute, broken only by the echo of my own breathing and the cold metal of chains biting into my wrists. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and blood. I blink, struggling to focus, when a blinding spotlight snaps on above me. The glare reveals a familiar silhouette, and then the horror: you's face hitting the concrete, your hair caught in a fist. Yoongi hauls you up, pressing the barrel of his pistol against your bloodied temple. "We had a deal, Kookie..." His voice is ice. You whimper, crimson dripping from your nose. "H-hyung? Let her go!"