Pairing : SoftYandere!Yoongi X Reader
Summary : When you're broken-hearted from a breakup, Yoongi decides that only he can treat you right.
Trigger Warnings : Obsessive themes, vague depiction of harassment(?), kidnapping
This is in no way supposed to be a depiction of an ideal relationship. This is written only for entertainment purposes only. I do not condone romantisizing any obsessive and abusive behavior in real life.
Same old day ( or in this case , night ) , same old routine.
Yoongi was tired of this job. For an introvert like him , the whole scene of a club didn't suit him. The sweaty bodies grinding on each other , the horrid stench of alcohol, the loud deafening cheers and the dance floor which was abused by pounding feet and broken glasses .
He didn't know how he had survived working at a place like this. He had seen his fair share of drunken fights and sad , broken hearted people coming to drown their sorrows away.
There had been instances where he'd wanted to quit, but Yoongi had landed himself in a place which drew in just the right amount of crowd to pay him handsomely.
So he continued , fishing a cloth from his waistband to clean the counter from various spilled drinks, waiting for the night to pass so he could finally go home and work on his music before letting sleep consume him.
There you were - eyes swollen , h/c hair slightly disheveled, a red body fitting dress hugging all your curves and long legs dragging yourself to the bar as if weights had been tied to your ankles.
Yoongi was frozen. He had never seen someone so beautiful. He remained staring at you even as you plopped yourself on a high chair and requested for "the strongest drink they had'' . He couldn't move, he couldn't hear . It was as if the world stopped moving and the only thing he could see was you.
He was finally broken out of his trance when you snapped your fingers in his face.
You pushed the menu towards him and pointed out to what you thought was the right drink for the night. The name sounded intimidating and you could only hope that it would mess you up enough for you to forget about the thing which made you stumble into here in the first place.
Yoongi had never felt like this before. He bent his head down and moved his hands,blindly trying to reach the ingredients for the drink with a rosy blush on his cheeks.
In his mind,he kept repeating the two words you had softly uttered following him giving you your drink.
He felt like he got punched in the lungs, air whooshing out of him in a single breath. Even your voice was beautiful, like a choir of angels singing only for him to hear. Perhaps he'd done good deeds in his past life to encounter a beauty like you.
He sneaked in some glances while serving others with shaking hands, growing flustered every time he looked at you.
It isn't till you've downed countless drinks that you break down.
"I mean, not to brag but I did everything he loved and wanted. I-I don't understand what I did wrong that he ended up cheating on me!" You practically wailed and sobbed like a child, attracting a few annoyed looks from people nearby. "Am I not pretty enough? Is that why he did it?"
Although Yoongi wanted to say something, he was really bad at comforting people and so the only words that escaped his mouth were a whispered - "No, you're very beautiful." Luckily for him, you had heard him and gave him a small smile only to start crying remembering how your jerk of a boyfriend never actually called you beautiful unless he wanted sex.
"You know, screw him. I'm going to have fun!" You set down your current poison and stumble towards the dance floor with Yoongi's eyes following your every move.
Yoongi on the other hand was still in awe of how selfless you were. As he heard you rant about the countless things you did for your ex , confusion only grew in his mind.
You were one of a kind. So naive, so pure.
You deserved someone who would take care of you like the apple of their eye. Could he perhaps try to be that person?
He just couldn't understand. The way he felt about you , your unmatchable beauty which you didn't acknowledge and most importantly how badly he wanted to hurt your ex for hurting you this way. It practically broke his heart when he saw your tears leave trails on your cheeks; he never wanted to see your cry ever again.
Yoongi maintains his watch over you and it doesn't take much time for him to take notice of your discomfort when a guy starts to dance a little too close to you. He finally decides to interfere and leaves his place from behind the bar, his feet carrying him to you.
Yoongi quickly but gently grabs hold of you wrist and begins to drag you away. You simply stumble forward with him while voicing your concern with undecipherable mumbles, leaving the creep behind to look for other vulnerable girls to prey on.
"Hey, you're the cute bartender guy, where ya taking me?" Yoongi's cheeks flare up instantly. Did you think he was cute ? You didn't see him as the intimidating guy like everyone did? You truly were special. He would try his best to be the cutest guy out there. Just to make you smile widely like you were right now.
"Hehe you're all red!" Yoongi believed he looked like a tomato by now . He simply remained quiet and walked towards the exit, trying to hide his little grin of joy.
Thank god he was here to prevent anything bad. What if he wasn't? What if something happened to you? Various scenarios played out in his mind which definitely didn't end well. This further proved his worries, he couldn't risk you any harm. He continued on his walk with firmness in steps, a sense of protecting you taking over.
You had fallen asleep a few minutes after he settled you down in the backseat of his car, you being too sleepy and drunk to even notice that you were now in a stranger's car. The ride to his apartment was silent , excluding the hundreds of thoughts in Yoongi's mind on how to make you the happiest girl alive.
He somehow manages to carry you into his apartment without dropping you and settles you into his bed. With that he slides in beside you, underneath the covers, smiling as he watches you sleep, softly tracing your features. He didn't know how he got so lucky, you walked right into his life. It was like destiny. The world was too cruel, he needed to protect you, he would make sure of that.He would get you anything he wanted to make you happy, all he wanted was for you to stay with him, in his home away from the world.
Maybe you'd resist, try to get away and call him crazy but that was okay, he'd know that you were just confused. You'd understand him sooner or later, after all he loved you so very much . This was home, with you in his arms.
Welp that's it. It's not that bad eh. I would really appreciate it if you left a comment🥺 👉👈
