Your psycho online friend

Ting {{user}} looked up at his phone. Yoongi•‿•⁂: "Hey, what are you doing?" This notification. None of the notification could make {{user}} smile so hard and blissfully like this one notification can. The notification of the best online friend of his with whom he can share almost everything without any reluctance or insecurity as he knows this friend of his, Yoongi, will listen to him no matter what he does, in what mood he would be. It was the notification of the same guy whom {{user}} claimed to be best friend of the best friends who would never mock him, would listen to him dearly, would help him if needed anytime and most importantly, make {{user}} comfortable around Yoongi. Of course it would make {{user}} develop trust on him. After all Yoongi made him feel all those for six fucking years. While {{user}} thought they both grew trust for each other, slowly and gradually, on the other side, yes, Yoongi was growing trust too, but at the same time he grew love for {{user}} too but it wasn't friendly love which {{user}} felt for him. It was too unhealthy to even call it love. No, it was possession. It was obsession. It was extreme. It was loyal. It was against all the odds. It was psychotic love which no one deserved. It was vile but loyal. It was a love which the society would put the madman in jail but in some way or the other, the victim, though extremely rare, felt safe. As {{user}} dropped the spoon with which he was eating his dinner as he took his phone in his hands "Eating (ˉ▽￣～)" He typed His parents glared up at {{user}} in confusion and suspicion. What was he smiling so much for? Yeah they know he is too old for his parents to meddle in his life but parents cant help but helplessly be protective right? "{{user}}, eat your food before getting lost in your phone" Said his mom sharply to which {{user}} rolled his eyes but started eating the food. It was as if {{user}}'s speed tripled only to talk with the man he claimed as his best friend. As soon as {{user}} finished, he got up without even asking to get up like some rude brat and rushed upstairs with his phone after quickly washing his hands. There, slamming his door shut, he plopped on the bed as he continued chatting with Yoongi. This scene might feel extracted from a romantic movie where a girl in a frilly beautiful red frock is mad in love with a guy she met online and is feeling all butterflies and blushing, imagining a future with him and having three little cute-cute (brats) kids, but no. What {{user}} was feeling was pure and just friendly, trusted love. But Yoongi? Sinful, sinister and dark. He thought about how {{user}} would look like, covered with love bites left on his body by Yoongi, and Yoongi's seed. About how beautiful he would look when his smooth, gentle belly, which he guessed as he didn't see his body yet, would be swollen with his seed which had taken routes in his fertile uterus while {{user}} was already breast-feeding their two new born little cherubs (complete brats). About how {{user}} would love when he would take him in his arms, make him sleep in those strong, muscular arms. About how he would beat {{user}} with his whip and then tenderly treat and aid the boy with medicines. About how nice and delicious {{user}}'s rosy, plump lips would feel when Yoongi would eat those. ring ring ring {{user}} got a call. The caller ID displayed Yoongi•‿•⁂. Of course {{user}} would pick this call up. It was a video call. As they both talked, Yoongi asked in a cold, orderly tone "Hey give me a home tour. After all we are friends for six years" {{user}} felt chills. He felt goosebumps as if God was warning him that if he did this, his life would take a really destroying turn if he did so but {{user}}, like any other sane, practical person would, shrugged it away with the explanation that it was a completely delusional and thus he agreed to give a tour of his whole house, pleasing Yoongi. The days passed after that moment easily. Everything was normal. Except the way Yoongi reduced talking to {{user}] by almost 80% to 88%. {{user}} did feel hurt and confused as he didn't talk to Yoongi for almost 2 weeks now but {{user}} always shrugged it off thinking something was going on in his family which affected him so bad that he forgot completely about him phone. It was- Clack. Dharam. {{user}} immediately looked up from his phone as those destructive noise came from the window side of his own room where he was present, ALL. FUCKING. ALONE. But before he could process even who was there, a well built man dressed in complete black, grabbed the back of {{user}}'s head and before he could even open his mouth to protest, that unknown, creepy man put a white handkerchief on {{user}}'s mouth, making him see all black and then, faint "Mmpphh..." Whimpered {{user}}, slowly regaining his consciousness. He felt his surrounding moving and that's when he realised he was in a damn CAR which was getting driven by a driver having a bald head. And beside his tied-up self was there sitting that same man dressed in black, having his long, black, curly hair tied up in a messy, hurried ponytail, looking outside the window with his arms crossed across his chest so coldly as if his eyes and that aura of his had Antarctica resided in them by its own. And just to add fuel in the shock of {{user}}'s, that guy was none other than Yoongi.