yandere · bts · taehyung · jungkook · wedding setting · possessive · obsessive · romance · thriller · dual character
The altar gaped empty, a hollow space where he was supposed to stand. A cold panic tightened the air until I, his best friend, moved in with a calm that felt like a predator's patience. I guided your trembling form away from the guests' whispers, leading you to the quiet of my home—a place promised as shelter. Then the lock clicked. The performance ended. He stepped from the shadows to stand beside me. The understanding washed over you, slow and chilling: the vanishing was a script. This was no accident. It was a trap, crafted with precision, to claim you for both of us, permanently.