Infatuation - Prologue
Genre: Horror, crime, murder mystery
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: Violence, swearing, murder, stalking
(A yandere is a Japanese character archetype. Yandere’s are usually people who fall deeply in love with someone to the point where it becomes an obsession and sickness. It may get to the point in which the Yandere will do anything to keep the person they love by their side.)
Prologue. It Begins.
Kim Taehyung sat in the chair starting peacefully at the pictures surrounding him. Alone, in his private basement; a room neither of the two relatives who owned this house knew about, his eyes glanced over his now large collection of photos of you. It had only been five weeks. Five weeks since you had moved into this town, and yet Taehyung already knew all about you. He had spent every week since your arrival following you, researching you, stalking you. But Taehyung didn’t think what he was doing was wrong. He believed it was fine because he loved you.
It was two days after a new family moved in a couple of houses down from Taehyung, that he met you. Your small family of four, a mother, father, brother and yourself, had all apparently come back to this town after moving away when you were thirteen. Taehyung knew this because he overheard it when he was behind a bush listening to you tell your new neighbour about it. Taehyung himself hadn’t lived in this town when you were younger, but he wished he had. Perhaps then he could have gotten to know you. Now he has no real way of finding his way into your life, but if he were a child it would have been easier.
The time Taehyung met you, you were walking a small dog near his house. It was then Taehyung had his head turned to his phone, walking along the pavement, oblivious to his surroundings. But as you tried to walk past him, the dog (he knew to be your own) decided he would rather lunge at Taehyung and try to bite him. It resulted in Taehyung faking surprise as the small ‘rat’ tried to go at him. You were trying your hardest to separate your dog from Taehyung when the dog went and gave him a big bite into his leg. It didn’t hurt Taehyung, then again nothing could, but that all changed.
By the end of the confrontation you had your dog in your arms who had now calmed down, and you were pouring out apology after apology. That was the moment your eyes met. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe they slight innocence, the melodic voice, the gleaming eyes, or the glowing aura that surrounded you, but for the first time since Taehyung was born, he felt the most overwhelming emotion. Love. He couldn’t explain it but he felt something for this pure girl.
You were panicking at the situation. New to the neighbourhood and your dog had bitten a stranger. The bite wasn’t bad but there was a mark. Fear of what may happen you did your best to make it up to this boy. But he didn’t get angry. He was surprisingly calm. That was because Taehyung had perfected masking his emotions. All he had known before was rage,m and calm. Not happiness. Nor sadness. Just red and grey. So as a child, to fit in he learned how to pretend to feel the emotions he was immune too, and control the only two emotions he had.
Taehyung was lost in you, when you asked if he would join you to your house. You hoped to attend to first aid. But Taehyung declined. He needed to get home and think.
That was so far, your only encounter with Taehyung. Because, he made sure to keep out your eyes. He knew you felt bad for what your dog had done. But he didn’t care about the ‘mutt’. He only cared about you. You grew to become his obsession. His addiction. Two weeks in and he had already established your routine, likes and dislikes and had stolen a hairbrush of yours. He couldn’t explain it but all he knew was he was infatuated with you. And those feelings only grew. It didn’t take long for him to admire your hard work at settling into the town. How you were friendly to those around you. How you always took care of your family. Before Taehyung couldn’t care less about others. He pitied how they put so much energy into being alive despite none of it, in his opinion mattered. He found life boring and too simple. But when you ‘wasted your time’ by being kind or thoughtful, it was special. And from then on, he grew to know you; yet you knew nothing of him.
So, now Taehyung continued to stare at pictures of you. You, jogging, eating, sleeping, laughing. He had pictures of you in every angle, in every setting and time of day. He also had four of your items now. A hairbrush, pair of socks, used lipstick, and a button of what he knew to be from your favourite jacket. Some might think this worthless trash but to Taehyung it was like gold. He cherished everything you touched and owned. And he only had hope to take even better things from you. Maybe your toothbrush, or diary, or perhaps your undergarments. Taehyung relished at the thought. Holding a pair of your underwear seemed an important goal. A goal he vowed to achieve one day. But he had to be patient. It was hard enough sitting, hidden outside your bedroom window at night, but having to crawl through the window and take stuff was a challenge. But he still managed to do it.
Getting up he yawned and put all his treasures away. He turned of the light and crept up the dark room’s stairs before sneaking out of the basement. He couldn’t risk his cousin finding out about this room. It would arouse too many questions, but luckily Jimin was upstairs, probably watching a movie.
Taehyung too retreated to his room. His aunt would be back tomorrow. For two days, she said; then she would go back abroad to her job as an archaeologist. He was very lucky to live in such an empty house. Before it was because he preferred to be alone, but now it was because he could get away from questions of what he was doing now that he followed you.
Taehyung prepared for bed. He went over your plans for tomorrow. You were (much to his disliking) spending the day with your only friend, a boy you had apparently used to be friends with before you left this town. This boy was already becoming a thorn in Taehyung’s side. He wanted to get rid of him. And he already had plans too. But it was taking a long time.
Eventually, as Taehyung drifted to sleep, his mind full of thoughts of you, he prepared himself for tomorrow. Hopefully the last day of the summer holidays would prove useful in making you his. It shouldn’t take too long. Taehyung thought. After all he loved you enough.