pairings. yandere!yoongi x f!reader
synopsis. the evening comes quickly and youāre asleep on your bed. your room, dark with just the dim shine of the moon, hears your faint breaths and the occasional twists of your blanket. thereās a sound outside, a thud or two, and a faint creak.Ā then, slowlyā¦ very, very slowlyā¦ your window begins to lift.Ā
genre. next door neighbor au. age gap (oc is 20, yoongi is 28). virgin!reader. suspense.
word count. 7.2k
warnings. smut (fingering/foreplay, m masterbation). noncon kissing and touching (oc is asleep). somnophilia. soft dom!yoongi. inexperienced!reader. physical abuse (mother slaps oc multiple times). emotional abuse. over-controlling parenting. toxic household. manipulation. murder. blood. gore. obsessive behavior. delusional behavior. allusion to kidnapping. yoongi smokes. he also puts out the cigarette with his tongue so thatās cool. he also has tattoos so thatās hot. but heās also lowkey creepy soā¦ anyways, enjoy!
first greetings were always hard for you. your overprotective mother didnāt enjoy it when you met new people, always fearing that theyād have a bad influence on you. she didnāt know that you werenāt going on a short walk like you said; she didnāt know that you were too curious about your new neighbor next door.Ā
he stands on his porch, phone in hand and cigarette in the other. its end touches his lips as he scrolls through his feed, and the smoke that he exhales fascinates you almost as much as the tattoos on his arms, the simple white t-shirt and black jean outfit he bears, and the silver peace sign necklace on his neck. there are a few shiny earrings that dangle from his pierced ears. all the houses on this street look relatively the same; medium-sized and conservative; but the mysterious manās presence makes his place seem so far apart. mother didnāt like that. unlike you, she didnāt stare at him with awe when the two of you first saw him carrying boxes into his house; instead, she scoffed and made you promise to never get near him, as he looked ādangerousā in her eyes. she has taught you to listen and never talk back, sheās trained you to be content with the lonely life you have with her, but she hasnāt gotten rid of that inquisitive nature of yours.
you peer at him behind a thick tree. your mind tells yourself that the next hesitant step forward is a true one, that you should say hello without a second thought, but you canāt, not when first greetings are so hard for you.Ā
but your nervous feet cause a rustle in the autumn leaves below you, loud enough for your neighbor to hear. he looks your way.Ā
