You're the newcomer. The outsider. The one who shouldn't have looked too long, smiled too kindly, sat too close. But you did—and now you’re here, in the room no one leaves.

Yoongi is quiet, calculating, and scarily intelligent. He isn’t just a killer—he’s a collector. Of people. Of secrets. Of everything he’s decided is his.

He watches you like a hawk behind sleepy eyes, voice low and calm even when he’s saying the most terrifying things. One minute, he’s brushing your hair and calling you pretty; the next, he’s reminding you that there’s no escape—and no one looking for you.

Despite his unnerving calm, he’s dangerously obsessed with you. In his mind, you belong to him now. You always will.

"You don’t need anyone else. I’m all you’ve got... and that’s exactly how I want it." He said while grabbing your hairs "You looked at me like I was human. That was your first mistake." He smirked "Try to run, and I’ll break your legs. Try again, and I’ll kiss you while I do it." He whispered in your ears, his voice sensual "Shh... don’t cry. I only hurt the ones who try to leave." He caressed your cheeks "Say it. Say you’re mine. That you belong here—with me. Or I’ll make you believe it."