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loverboy | yang jungwon

| Genre : yandere, horror(?)

ㅡ Summary : a mysterious secret admirer leaves love letters in your locker every morning. but one day, love letters become a thing of the past.

Word Count : 2.4k

tw/cw : obsession, toxic relationship, abuse, kidnapping, implied murder, violence, heavy themes, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!!

a/n : SURPRISE!!! I'M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :( HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY BAE KAT @lmaoskz THIS IS FOR YOU I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AND THAT YOUR BIRTHDAY IS THE VERY BEST!!!! I LOVE YOU <3333

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“lover boy” – "one who is enamored, person in love"

...

Good morning, my love.

I hope you slept well. Have you packed lunch? Make sure to eat. You have an exam today, right? I put the answers to the test in your Math book in case you need them. It wasn't easy obtaining them, so I truly hope that you will appreciate my gesture.

As always, I love you very much, my pretty. I wish that I can tell you that in person one day.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You frown as you read the note, rolling your eyes and tucking it into the corner of your locker where all the other letters resided. There were quite a good amount of them.

It all started about a year ago, when you transferred schools. You just felt like you didn't fit in. But with your new class, you were at home. Everything was amazing, other than the letters and a particular classmate that you found secretly staring at you quite often. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he'd avert your gaze or stutter – which was completely fine; he may be just really shy, you thought. But the staring was different. It wasn't shy at all. It was.. dark, somehow. You instantly got an odd, nervous feeling every time you accidentally locked eyes during his staring. Of course, he'd always instantly look away and try to be more secret with it the next time.

But maybe it's just you. You decided not to think more about it, quickly gathering your books and shutting your locker. The notes were way more creepy than the male in your class. They were never sweet, cute love notes. It was more of an obsessed feeling. Whoever was writing them must be very desperate. They never missed a day. You already contacted everyone you could about the strange letters, but nothing came out of it.

They were not afraid of going overboard, either, for example, the exam answers. How did they even gain access to your locker to be able to put the answers in your Math book? You definitely weren't going to use them, especially since they probably used some shady method to obtain them; and who says that the notes can't be wrong? You didn't want to fail your test, not because of a creep that just can't get the hint that you do not wish for the love letters to continue. You tried everything. Covering the openings of your locker, waking up extra early to guard the locker, all of it. Somehow, the letter still always managed to get in there, often associated with the irritation of the author of them. They'd express their anger on paper, sometimes by scribbles over words, writing in red ink or the paper being all creased up. Usually, the note would be neat, the handwriting fancy, maybe a couple red hearts on the other side of the paper. But not on days you'd get the author annoyed.

You walked to your class, greeting all your classmates with a slight bow and sitting on your seat. You decided to take a look at the answer exams that your secret admirer has acquired for you, searching for them in your Math book. The answers were, in fact, there. And they made sense, too, but you weren't going to cheat on such an important test. Even if they were good, you'd still be risking getting caught. You crumbled the note in your hand, throwing it back into your bag so you can safely throw it out at home.

The classes passed by quickly, but once again, you could feel that you had a certain pair of eyes on you. Finally, it was time for the exam. You did well, not using any additional help like the previous answer note.

The week went by quickly, as always filled with love letters every single day.

'Did you use the notes I gave you? Did you do well?'

'Are you eating well at home, too? Or should I start preparing you meals, too?'

'I saw you looking at that boy yesterday. He's not your loverboy, so don't even think about it. I'm joking, of course. Or am I?'

However, on Monday, you got quite a memorable note, as it came with a gift. It was a photo. A photo of you walking home. Clearly taken from a hiding place.

Good morning, my love.

Did you sleep well this time, too? I hope so.

Today, I wanted to do something special for you. You may not remember, but it's actually our anniversary. It's been a year since I've given you my first love letter and introduced myself as your loverboy. This is a gift from me to you. Don't worry, I've got a copy, so you can have this one. I sincerely hope that you appreciate your beauty as much as I appreciate it.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You wanted to puke. You could not handle this anymore. Running to the bathroom, you slid down the wall and buried your head into your hands. This has gone too far.

But who can help you? Everyone, including the police, thinks this is some sick joke that your classmates are playing on you, especially since you're "new". They think they want to play with your feelings. Students are ruthless sometimes, they say. But you know that this is not a joke. It can't be a joke. It just can't.

"Wrong door?" A familiar male voice had you putting your head up. It was a popular male student that everyone loved. He wasn't the typical bad boy or selfish, spoiled type of popular boy; he was nice to everyone while also maintaining a sense of charisma. You liked him, too. Maybe even a bit too much.

"I'm sorry" You stood up, hurrying out of the bathroom in embarrassment. No way that your crush just saw you like this.

On the floor. Crying. In a men's bathroom.

Just why did this have to happen to you? Nothing seems to go your way. Maybe it's time to transfer schools again.

"Wait" He stopped, gently holding your arm. "Want to talk about it? You look like you need someone who will listen."

"..in the men's bathroom?"

"No, silly. I know a place, come on." He smiled, leading you out. The next thing you know, you were standing on the rooftop of the school, watching more and more students enter the school. "So, what's the matter? You can tell me, I won't laugh."

"It's just.. someone's been putting these weird love notes in my locker." You said, explaining your situation to him. His gaze shifted from worried and sweet to an angry one as you spoke.

"What the hell? That 'loverboy', however he calls himself; he's obviously insane." The male scoffed, gifting you a pack of tissues from his backpack so you could wipe your tears. "If no one will do anything about him, we will, okay? How about we switch lockers? Mine's in a more visible spot, so more people can keep an eye out for him."

"N-No, I couldn't possibly ask that of you. It's okay." You assured.

"No, it's not. The next thing he could do is hurt you or someone else. You have to fight back, and I'll help you." He smiled, wrapping you in a tight hug. "It'll be okay."

You trusted him. It's not like you had anyone else to turn to right now, anyways. Everyone could be the 'loverboy'. But not him. He was too popular; people would notice.

The entire time you were talking, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being watched. But no one else was on the rooftop with you, so why? It surely must've been your mind playing games on you again. You've had a tough day and needed rest.

"You should go home. Get everything out of your locker and we'll exchange keys tomorrow, okay?" He smiled warmly, patting you on the head.

"Thank you so much" You returned his smile, having new hope that this entire chaos can be finally stopped with the help of your new friend.

A day passed. You exchanged your lockers. Surprisingly, when the male opened your locker that was now his, there was no note there. You went to open your locker. A familiar love letter appeared before your eyes, making you bite down on your cheek in frustration. Hopefully someone saw the culprit, at least. Deciding to let it go and not read the letter, you put your stuff in the locker and went to your class.

—

Jungwon sighed out, leaning against the wall as he watched you leaving the locker room, not even bothering to glance at the contents of his note. That's just too bad, isn't it? That letter, just like all the others, was important, but this one was important in particular. It contained a warning. But if you're that ignorant of his love, then so be it. It only makes everything more fun. He smirked, running his fingers through his hair. Soon, he won't need to write you any silly love letters anymore. He had a better plan.

You don't have to read love letters. You can just throw them out, like you always do. But you do have to listen to someone who forces you to listen, whether you want it or not. You can't throw that person out. Jungwon thinks of it as an upgrade that he will bring to life very, very soon. Sooner than you might expect.

But not tonight. Tonight, he has a different mission. It's a very simple one.

Eliminate the threat.

—

This day passed quickly for you, and you could move straight into the next one, hoping that today, something may have changed.

And it did. You couldn't find two things.

First, your new male best friend. Second, a new love letter.

You had mixed feelings. You felt like something very, very bad was about to happen. It was almost like you could feel it. Aren't you supposed to be happy about not finding a new note? Maybe the 'loverboy' has given up, seeing that the locker is now more visible to the public and he doesn't want to put himself at risk? You truly hoped so.

The day slowly came to an end, and you didn't notice anything weird at all. It was just a very calm, normal day for you. The most normal yet.

You finished packing everything into your locker, ready to head home. Suddenly, you were stopped by the male that you always had odd feelings about.

"Jungwon?" You thought out loud, the male nodding.

"I, uh, know that this is sudden, but would you like to be my partner for the Art project? I'm not sure I understand the theme very well, and you're good at Art, so.." He scratched the back of his head, an innocent smile on his face. "Help me out?"

You weren't sure what to say for a good few seconds, surprised. He never spoke to you first before. His sudden question was surprising, but maybe it was a good chance for you two to get to know each other better? You think that everyone needs a chance to prove themselves, and so you decided not to turn him down. Maybe you can even become good friends?

"Yeah, sure!" You smiled. "So, uh, do you mind if we do it at your place? Mine is kind of a mess right now."

Precisely, you have spent the night trying to figure out who might be your secret admirer. Jungwon was also amongst the many suspects, but you thought that he was too shy to bother you to such an extent. Your room was a big, big mess, and you didn't want the male to know what was going on. Perhaps if you became closer?

Jungwon's smirk appeared as quickly as it disappeared, the male nodding. That was the plan, of course; the plan was also, if you didn't agree, drag you there by force, but he was glad that he didn't need to resort to such drastic measures towards you. "Yeah, why not? Should we go now?"

You ended up at his house, which was surprisingly close to the school. You walked there while chatting and getting to know each other for a bit, feeling bad that you thought he was weird before. The more you talked with him, the more you changed your mind about the male. He was actually kind of sweet.

"You've got a nice place" You said, putting your bag in the living room.

"Thanks, I try my best" He chuckled, going upstairs while gesturing at you to follow him. You followed him to his room, the male closing the door behind you. "Well, make yourself at home." You're going to spend some time here, so might as well already start adjusting, no?

You looked around his room while he got the supplies needed for the art project you were going to be working on together. It was a very neat, organized room. Nothing was out of place. You actually kind of liked it; it definitely suited someone like Jungwon.

A few hours have passed before you finally finished the project, high-fiving Jungwon for your hard work. One thing you noticed is that while doing the project, he was the one doing the most work. You didn't know that he was so good at art. Was he lying about not understanding the theme?

"Well, I should really get going. It was fun" You smiled, searching for your phone that you were sure that you put on his desk.

"So fast?" He chuckled. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

"I really have to go, sorry. But I'll see you tomorrow"

The male blocked the door, locking it. "I don't think you understand," He snickered. "You aren't going anywhere."

"What?" You frown.

"I'm not letting you go. Maybe if you read that last note, you'd know."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not following–"

"Silly little thing, can't you connect the dots already?" He chuckled, coming up to you and caressing your cheek. "I'm your loverboy."

You widen your eyes as he lightly kisses your forehead. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

"N-No, Jungwon, please–"

"I waited for this for so long" He sighed, putting his forehead against yours. "And now, you're finally mine."

The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a scrap of metal hitting you and Jungwon's obsessed gaze. It's the end. But don't worry.