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[semisasseater]

ILL NEVER LET YOU FEEL

alone again.

SUMMARY ‘ y/n has a hard time believing she deserves love after an abusive past relationship. jay is patient, staying by her side, proving to her every day that she’s safe with him. little by little, she learns to let him in.

𓊆 爵士 𓊇 x f!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 722 trauma anxiety self-worth issues mentions of abuse — 类型 angst fluff romance

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : why does everything hate me :( also ill edit the tags later. stfu

Jay knew something was wrong from the moment he met you. The way you flinched at the slightest touch, the way your eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape, the way you apologized for things that didn’t need an apology. He didn’t know all the details of your past, but he knew enough—enough to understand that someone had hurt you, broken you in ways he couldn’t even imagine.

And yet, you were still trying to stand on your own, still trying to prove that you didn’t need anyone.

“Let me carry that for you” Jay offered one evening, reaching for the grocery bags in your hands.

You immediately took a step back, gripping the handles so tightly your knuckles turned white. “No, no, it’s okay! I can do it I’m a grown woman” you blurted out, a hint of panic in your voice.

Jay sighed, his heart aching at how defensive you became over the smallest things. “I know you can baby. But you don’t have to do everything alone.”

You pressed your lips together, hesitant, before finally handing him a single bag—as if even accepting a small favor was too much. Jay didn’t say anything, only took it from you with a soft smile, treating the moment like it wasn’t a big deal.

It was always like this with you.

The worst part was when you thought he was upset.

One night, after a long day, Jay came home exhausted. He wasn’t angry, just drained, but when you saw the tired crease in his brows, the way he exhaled deeply, you immediately tensed.

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll stop talking I’ll leave you alone” you said quickly, already backing away like you expected him to snap.

Jay’s heart shattered. He reached for you, but you flinched away before he could even touch you.

“Baby no” he said gently, carefully lowering his hands so he wouldn’t scare you. “You don’t have to go anywhere i’m just tired that’s all.”

You swallowed hard, still looking unsure. “I—But I talk too much and I—”

“You’re not too much” Jay cut in, stepping closer this time, his voice firm yet kind. “You never have to apologize for talking to me. I love hearing your voice.”

Your lip trembled, as if you didn’t quite believe him, but you nodded, staying still when he finally wrapped his arms around you.

Jay never rushed you. Never forced you to open up. He just stayed, patient and steady, proving to you every day that he wasn’t going anywhere.

But nothing prepared him for the day you suggested he cheat.

It was late, the two of you curled up on the couch when you suddenly said, “You don’t have to stay faithful to me you know.”

Jay blinked, turning to look at you like you had just spoken in another language. “…What?”

“I mean, I get it” you said softly, playing with the hem of your sleeve. “I’m… I’m not the best girlfriend you could be with someone better someone normal.”

Jay stared at you, utterly baffled. He couldn’t even form words at first, too stunned by what he had just heard.

“Are you—Baby, what the hell?” His voice came out sharper than he intended, and you immediately shrank back.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you mad—”

“No, I’m not mad” Jay cut in quickly, cupping your face gently so you wouldn’t pull away. “I just… I don’t know how you could even think that.”

You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know… I just feel like… I don’t deserve you.”

Jay exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against yours. “You deserve the world. And I love you. Just you. Only you. I would never ever want anyone else.”

It took time. So much time. But little by little, you started to believe him.

You stopped apologizing so much. You let him carry the groceries without hesitation. You didn’t flinch when he reached for you, and you even started seeking out his touch, curling into his arms without fear.

One day, as Jay reached for your hand, you didn’t just let him—you held his hand back, squeezing his fingers gently.

And for the first time, Jay saw it.

A genuine, unguarded smile.

It was small, barely there, but it was real.

And it was beautiful.

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[semisasseater]

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SUMMARY ‘ sunghoon regrets cheating on you and you won’t take him back. so he only had one option left.

𓊆 成勋 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 1,030 kidnapping manipulation cheating obsession emotional distress stalking non-con themes physical restraints isolation — 类型 yandere psychological thriller dark romance

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : ik this is ass i’m sorry

You loved Sunghoon. Maybe too much.

From the moment you started dating, you gave him everything—your time, your affection, your entire world. You thought that’s what love was supposed to be. Always being there, making sure he felt loved.

But he never loved you back.

He tolerated you. Endured your presence like a weight on his shoulders. You were too much—too clingy, too emotional, too needy. He felt suffocated. But breaking up with you? That would’ve been too much of a hassle. You’d cry, you’d beg, you’d make a scene. Sunghoon didn’t want to deal with that.

So, he found another solution.

He cheated.

It started small—flirting, sneaky texts, stolen kisses when you weren’t looking. Soon, it turned into something bigger. A full-blown affair. He spent nights with her, his mystery girl, while you waited at home like a fool. And when he wasn’t with her, he was with his friends—Heeseung, Jay, and Jake—complaining about you.

You had no idea.

Not until that night.

Sunghoon was curled up with you on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you nuzzled against him. His responses were half-hearted, his arms limp around you. You ignored it, thinking he was just tired.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” he muttered. He left his phone on the couch. Unlocked.

It buzzed.

And buzzed.

And buzzed again.

Curiosity got the best of you. You leaned over, glancing at the screen.

🎀: miss you already, baby <3

🎀: last night was amazing… wish I was in your arms instead of her.

🎀: when are you ditching that annoying girl? she’s so clingy lmao.

Your breath hitched. Hands shaking, you grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Hundreds of messages.

Texts with her. With his friends.

Heeseung: Bro, why are you still with her if you hate her so much?

Sunghoon: Idk, man. She’d probably cry and bitch if I dumped her.

Jay: Just keep cheating, she won’t find out lmao.

Sunghoon: She’s so fucking clingy, it’s annoying as hell. Always texting me, always touching me. Exhausting.

Jake: Then leave her, dumbass.

Sunghoon: Nah, I’ll just let her get tired of me first.

You felt sick.

Tears blurred your vision. The man you loved, the man you trusted—he never loved you. You were nothing but a burden to him.

The bathroom door creaked open. Sunghoon stepped out, rubbing his hands together.

“Hey, baby, what should we—”

He froze.

You sat stiffly on the couch, phone clutched in trembling hands. Tear-streaked cheeks. Shattered eyes.

A deep silence stretched between you.

You didn’t scream. Didn’t curse.

You just looked at him.

Looked at him like he was the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

Then, without a word, you stood. Tossed his phone onto the couch. Shoved your shoes on.

And walked out the door.

“(Y/N), wait—”

You ignored him.

You were done.

⸻

Sunghoon thought he’d feel relieved.

For weeks, he had been ranting about how much he hated you. How much he wanted you gone.

But now?

His bed was too cold. His phone was too silent. His life felt… empty.

At first, he ignored it. Hung out with his friends, flirted with girls, tried to move on. But nothing felt right. No one laughed like you. No one clung to him the way you did. No one made his chest ache in the way only you could.

It started small—checking his phone for messages that weren’t there. Staring at your old photos. Watching your last-seen status, hoping you’d text first.

Then it got worse.

Calling. Texting. Apologizing. Begging.

You ignored everything.

His friends noticed.

“Dude, you wouldn’t shut up about how much you hated her. Now you won’t stop talking about her,” Jay scoffed.

“Exactly why’d you cheat in the first place?” Heeseung asked.

Sunghoon didn’t have an answer.

All he knew was that he needed you back.

And if you wouldn’t listen willingly…

He’d make you listen.

⸻

One night, he stumbled upon a Reddit thread.

“Want your ex back? Why not just kidnap them?”

It was a joke. A dark, twisted joke.

But as he read through the comments, something in his brain clicked.

What if he did?

You were always his. Even when he didn’t realize it, you were his. If you wouldn’t come back on your own, he’d just… take you.

It was the only way.

He planned everything.

He knew you walked home alone on Fridays.

He bought the supplies—chloroform, rope, restraints. He mapped out the perfect route. Waited for the perfect moment.

And then, finally, Friday came.

You were walking home, completely unaware of the dark figure trailing behind you.

Before you could react, a cloth was pressed over your mouth and nose.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest.

Your vision blurred. Your body grew weak.

And then—darkness.

⸻

You woke up with a pounding headache.

Blinking, you tried to move—only to realize your wrists were bound to the bedposts with silk ties. Panic shot through you as you struggled, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Then, you saw him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with an eerie smile.

“Hi, baby,” Sunghoon murmured.

Your blood ran cold.

“Sunghoon…?” Your voice was hoarse, shaking. “W-Where am I?”

“My house.” He reached out, gently brushing hair from your face. “You’re finally home.”

Your heart pounded. “Home?” You yanked at your restraints. “Let me go, Sunghoon. Please—”

His expression darkened.

“I can’t do that.” He exhaled, eyes softening with twisted adoration. “You don’t understand, baby. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have cheated. I shouldn’t have let you leave.” He cupped your cheek, sighing. “But it’s okay now. You’re mine again. And nothing will change that.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “This is insane,” you choked out. “You can’t just—”

“Shhh.” Sunghoon pressed a finger to your lips. “Don’t fight it. You’ll see soon enough. This is how it’s supposed to be.”

You sobbed.

Sunghoon just smiled.

Because after everything—after losing you, after breaking you, after taking you back—

You were finally his again.

Forever.

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[semisasseater]

baby idk nun about u but the username makes me want to be moots

i started giggling and laughing at this thank you boo

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My perfect, precious

girl.

SUMMARY ‘ A shy hybrid kitten never expected to be adopted—until Heeseung came into her life and changed everything.

𓊆 黑星 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 1,987 mentions of past abandonment anxiety insecurities brief fear of rejection — 类型 fluff comfort romance

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : hell yeah i write hybrid furry shit so what?

The shelter was quiet in the early morning, save for the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of the hybrids in their enclosures. The air smelled faintly of fresh bedding and dry kibble, and in the farthest corner of the room, curled up in the smallest space possible, was you.

A hybrid—part human, part kitten—abandoned and left to the mercy of a world that had already shown you too much cruelty. You were small, delicate, with soft ears that twitched at every little sound and a fluffy tail that always wrapped around yourself protectively. No one had ever wanted you. Every time someone visited the shelter, their eyes passed right over you. Other hybrids were playful, eager to be adopted. You, however, were shy, reserved, always hiding in the corner of your little room.

And so, when a tall boy with dark hair and warm brown eyes crouched in front of your glass enclosure for the first time, you barely looked up.

“Hi there” he said, voice soft, careful. “What’s your name?”

You didn’t answer. You never did.

But he didn’t leave right away like the others usually did. He stayed, watching you with something like curiosity, like warmth.

“My name’s Heeseung” he tried again. His voice was smooth, gentle, as if afraid to scare you off. “I think you’re really cute.”

Your ears twitched at the compliment, but you remained curled up in your corner, tail wrapped around yourself.

Heeseung didn’t push. Instead, he simply smiled, sighed softly, and whispered, “I’ll come back tomorrow okay?”

And then he was gone.

—

The next day, he returned, just as he had promised.

You were in the same spot, curled up in your little nest, though your ears perked up slightly when you caught his familiar scent. Heeseung noticed but didn’t say anything about it.

“Still not gonna talk to me huh?” he mused, crouching in front of your enclosure again. He tilted his head playfully. “That’s okay. I like quiet.”

You hesitated, but after a long moment, you lifted your head slightly to glance at him. It was brief—so brief that if Heeseung had blinked, he might have missed it.

But he didn’t.

His heart warmed.

“I’ll come back tomorrow” he said again, like a promise.

And he did.

—

Days passed, and little by little, you warmed up to him.

You still didn’t speak, but you stopped hiding when he arrived. Your ears flicked when he spoke, tail swishing ever so slightly when he called you cute. Once, you even let out a soft little meow when he laughed at something, and Heeseung swore it was the most adorable sound he’d ever heard.

But then, one day, he didn’t come.

You waited all morning, then all afternoon.

The shelter staff fed you, cleaned your enclosure, and went about their day as usual. But Heeseung didn’t show up.

You told yourself it didn’t matter.

You told yourself it was fine.

You told yourself that he was like everyone else—here one day, gone the next.

But deep down, your chest ached.

Had he abandoned you, just like everyone else had?

And then, when he didn’t come the next day either, your hope crumbled entirely.

You curled up tightly in your nest, burying your face in your arms, sighing softly to yourself. Maybe I’ll never be adopted… Maybe I’ll be stuck here forever…

—

But then, on the third morning, before the sun had even fully risen, you were startled awake by the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Y/N!”

Your ears perked up at the familiar voice, but before you could even process what was happening, Heeseung burst into your room, eyes wide and breathless, like he had run all the way here.

“I’m adopting you!” he announced, grinning, as if he couldn’t contain his excitement.

You blinked.

And blinked again.

Then, hesitantly, you whispered, “You… didn’t abandon me?”

Heeseung’s expression softened, and before you could shy away, he reached out and gently pet your ears, rubbing the soft fur between his fingers.

“Of course not love” he murmured. “I was just filling out all the paperwork and getting everything ready for you.” His hand trailed down to scratch behind your ear, making you unconsciously lean into his touch. “Now let’s go home.”

Home.

Your heart stuttered.

Heeseung carefully fastened a soft pink collar around your neck. It had your name on it, along with his phone number and address. A pink leash followed, and though you usually hated leashes, this one felt… different.

Safe.

Yours.

And then, just like that, Heeseung led you out of the shelter, through the front desk, and into the world outside.

—

The car ride to Heeseung’s home was quiet.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, your fluffy tail curled around yourself as you stared out the window. You had never really left the shelter before. Everything outside was so bright, so big.

Occasionally, Heeseung would glance at you, smiling softly. He didn’t say much—he didn’t want to overwhelm you—but he did reach over once, giving your knee a comforting pat.

“Almost home love” he murmured.

Home.

That word again.

When the car finally pulled up to a large house, your eyes widened.

You hesitated before stepping out, ears twitching as you took in the unfamiliar space. It was beautiful—so much bigger than you had expected.

“Come on” Heeseung said, holding out his hand for you to take.

You hesitated, but slowly, cautiously, you placed your small hand in his.

Heeseung led you inside, watching as you took in the house. You didn’t touch anything, didn’t even move much. You stood still, perfectly polite, waiting for instructions.

Heeseung chuckled, shaking his head.

“Y/N” he said, stepping closer. “This is your home now. You don’t have to be so careful. You can do whatever you want okay?”

Your tail flicked, and after a long pause, you nodded shyly.

—

That night, Heeseung had set up a soft, cozy bed for you in your own room. It was warm and comfortable, with fluffy blankets and pillows.

But when bedtime came… you couldn’t sleep.

The unfamiliar space felt too big, too empty.

And so, with quiet steps, you crept into Heeseung’s room.

He was already in bed, half-asleep, but the moment you crawled in beside him, he stirred.

“Y/N…?” His voice was groggy but warm.

You didn’t answer—just curled up beside him, tail wrapping around his waist as your fluffy ears twitched against his chest.

Heeseung smiled, wrapping his arms around you without hesitation.

“Scared?” he murmured against your hair.

You gave a small nod.

His embrace tightened slightly, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay love i’ve got you.”

His hand pet over your ears, fingers trailing down your back, soothing you until your breathing slowed.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

—

Weeks passed, and slowly but surely, you became inseparable.

You followed Heeseung around the house, curling up in his lap whenever he sat down, leaning into his touch whenever he pet you.

And then, one evening, as you sat together on the couch, he looked at you with a softness you had never seen before.

“y/n” he whispered.

You tilted your head, ears twitching.

Heeseung swallowed, then smiled.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your breath caught.

Tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them, and as you nodded—soft, small, but sure—Heeseung pulled you into his arms.

And that’s when he knew.

You weren’t just his kitten.

You were also his girlfriend.

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i love ur username btw "semisasseater" IM HOLLERING.

gigglingg i’m glad you like it!! i was planning on changing it though. i guess it’s time for a poll

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SUMMARY ‘ their reaction when you kill someome for them.

𓊆 hyung line 𓊇 x gn!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀779 extreme obsession toxic possessiveness blood unhinged behavior threats manipulation sadism yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror yandere

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : idk if this was good enough for the obsessive reader and obsessive enhypen

Heeseung

Heeseung loves control, but more than that, he loves having you wrapped around his finger. Your obsession with him is something he nurtures, feeds into, and encourages every chance he gets.

So when he watches you stab the girl who had been foolish enough to speak to him, he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he smirks, proud—amused, even.

When you turn to him, chest heaving, eyes wild, and whisper with blood-stained hands, “If I ever see you with another girl, I’ll kill her and you.”

His response? A low chuckle, eyes shining with something dark and twisted.

Heeseung steps closer, cupping your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone—because, of course, he recorded everything. “Baby, I’d never do that to you. But if I ever see a guy even looking your way, I’ll carve my name into his skin before making you watch him die.”

Then, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, humming against them like this isn’t the most insane thing in the world.

“Now, let’s clean up, my love. We can’t have anyone ruining our perfect little world, can we?”

Jay

Jay has never loved anyone the way he loves you—because no one else is as insane as him.

When you slit the girl’s throat right in front of him, there is no horror in his eyes—only pure euphoria.

Your breath is heavy as you murmur, “If I ever see you with another girl, I’ll kill her and you.”

Jay? He laughs.

A deep, dark chuckle, genuinely thrilled. He grabs your bloodied hand, kissing your knuckles with something close to worship.

“My love,” he murmurs, voice full of twisted devotion, “I’d never betray you. But if anyone even thinks of coming between us, we’ll kill them together, won’t we?”

Then, he smiles—completely, utterly, madly in love.

“We were made for each other.”

Jake

Jake worships you. To him, you are everything—so seeing you kill for him makes his heart pound with sickening adoration.

The way you turn to him, panting, eyes crazed, whispering, “If I ever see you with another girl, I’ll kill her and you.”

Jake? He swoons.

His lips curl into a lovesick grin, his hands gently cupping your face, completely unfazed by the blood splattered across your cheeks.

“Baby,” he breathes, “you are so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Then, he giggles—actually giggles—like this is the most romantic thing in the world.

“But you don’t have to worry, angel. I’d rather die than be with anyone else.”

His forehead presses against yours, breath warm, voice dripping with devotion.

“And if someone even thinks about taking me from you?” His eyes darken. “I’ll kill them before you even have to.”

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is dangerous, but for you? He’s completely, utterly unhinged.

So when you murder a girl right in front of him, his body thrums with satisfaction.

But when you step closer, whispering, “If I ever see you with another girl, I’ll kill her and you.”

Sunghoon? He smirks.

A sharp, predatory grin, as if he’s just won the greatest prize.

“Fuck,” he exhales, eyes full of twisted pride.

Then, he drags his fingers through the blood on your cheek, slowly bringing them to his lips. He licks them clean.

“You think I’d ever be stupid enough to look at someone else?” His voice drops, dangerously low. “I should be the one saying that to you, baby.”

His hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze on him. “You’re mine. And if any bastard so much as breathes near you, I’ll make them beg for death before I’m done.”

Then, he kisses you—hungry, desperate, all-consuming.

“Now,” he whispers darkly, “let’s get rid of the body before someone interrupts us.”

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this is my first time being in one i love you so much thank you

enhypen fic recs pt.4

main masterlist - enha fic recs pt. 1 - enha fic recs pt. 2 - enha fic recs pt. 3

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

random texts with bf!jay - ( @enha-stars ), love it

too sweet - ( @star-sim ) fluff, suggestive, badboy!jake, nerdy!reader, downbad!jake. Jay is scared he will hurt you in the future so he tries to break things off but at the end of the day he´s whipped LMAOOO, I LOVE ITTTTTT

say it back! - ( @star-sim ) FLUFF, non-idol! bf! jay, clingy cute!reader, whipped!jake, like fr, UGHHHHHHHH SO CUTE AND DOMESTIC

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jay

pictures of bf!jay enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

justice and mercy - ( @thoughtsofmetaphor ) god!jay x virgin!reader, NAHHHH the potential rev harem this had is insaneee, i love it

eat the rich - ( @enhypencores ) chaebol!jay x fem!reader, wheeeewww, i love this sfdlsdjfljkshd he´s so manly and possessive

fuck buddy jake - ( @heeseungsbm ) smut, lowkey fluff bc he´s got a fat crush

texts with ex-bf!jake - ( @bywons ) fluff, CRACK, he´s down bad fr

pictures of bf!jake enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

necklace - ( @rikiislvr ) fluff, idol!riki, i WISH this would happen to me but i´m too broke to be frequenting the same stores as him alsjfha, need a part two asap plss

busy woman - ( @heedeungism ) fluff, angst, crack, lacrosse player!niki, rich kids au, highschool au, listen to me rn this is imPORTANT: this is one of THEE BEST NIKI FICS OUT THERE, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. i had to hide in every corner to read this at work bc 1) i couldn´t STOP reading it and 2) i couldn´t let anybody see me reading it bc it had me giggling like a dumb bitch. js go read it, pls and ty

string of fate - ( @acphengene ) fluff, angst, soulmate au series, idol!enha. YESSIIIRRRRR, i love love love love tHIS, one of the best enha soulmates au i´ve read so far, the niki one made me fucking cry omg, but my fav is deff jungwon, it was so good it made me read the whole series, did not dissapoint AT ALL, so do yourself a favor and read it to :p

helping hand - ( @ghstzzn ) smut. pro gamer!hee, bsf!reader. "heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player", you already know how it issss, some top tier head and now he´s begging and shi sjsjs, i loved this

bounded by fate - ( @tobiosbbyghorl ) fluff, ceo!sunghoon, lowk slow burn if you squint, secretary!reader, nahhhhhh why is he lowkey smooth and confident af, making me blush and shi

perv - ( @urlovebot ) smut. perv!sunghoon, non-con themes. oh,,,my god. i have no words,,i was literally reading this with a gaping mouth, ykw just go through her whole m.list atp

serendipity - ( @kaiyunsim ) fluff, spiderman!jake, if you love hot loser!jake as much as i do, you´re gonna LOVE this.

that was too far - ( @semisasseater ) angst, fluff, bf!niki. ni-ki took his joke a bit too far. this would SO happend to him irl too i fear

aftercare and pillowtalk - ( @enhani-ki ) fluff, bf!niki, suggestive. i loved it sm :(, and as an angsty fic lover & connoisseur my soul is bEGGING for a following part where hE breaks her heart (with hea ofc :p i´m no that sick and twisted).

king of tears - ( @enhaflixer ) angSSSt, fluff, smut, chaebol husband!sunghoon, maknae line cameo. WWWWWOW i ate this tf uPPPPP, girlllll this should be aired on netflix fosho!, so so gooD!

tying them up - ( @enhaflixer ) smut. WAIT WSIT WAIT WAIT WAITTTTT I WANS´T EXPECTING THIS I- miss girl you have opened my eYES to a better world, where pretty men cry. thank you.

fwb!sunghoon - ( @vampjaeyun ) angst. the ending :)))))))))))))))))) i´ll let yall see for yourselves. i almost crashed out at worK

strawberry kisses - ( @amoressb ) FLUFF. idol bf!niki. NAURRRR THIS WAS SO CUTE IT HAD ME TEARING UPPPPP :´) and not jake being an anti-romantic lmao

until i found her - ( @orimuraa ) FLUFF. down bad!enha, bad boy!enha. the niCKNAMES :((((((( thisissofuckingcute

is it a crime to be attracted to my girl? - ( @youngheejay ) suggestive, bf!sunghoon. lmaooooo this man was stressed oUT. and not him calling the others "bitchless losers" i cant

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ILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN

i mean never.

SUMMARY ‘ ni-ki protecting you from a perv.

𓊆 尼基 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 865 teasing harassment crying emotional distress angst fluff — 类型 fluff angst

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : if ur man ain’t like this leave em

You were excited for today. Ni-ki had been looking forward to visiting this mall for weeks, hyping it up every chance he got. It had all his favorite stores, an arcade, and a food court with the best ice cream he’d ever had.

But something was ruining it.

You felt it before you saw it—that unsettling sensation of being watched. Every time you moved, you could sense someone lingering just a little too close, hovering. It wasn’t until Ni-ki pulled you into a store that you dared to glance behind you.

A man. Older, with greasy hair and an unsettling grin. And… was he holding his phone low?

Your stomach twisted.

You gripped Ni-ki’s sleeve, whispering, “Ni-ki… I think that guy’s following us.”

Ni-ki immediately tensed. His carefree energy disappeared, replaced with something sharp and dangerous. “What guy?”

You subtly motioned toward the man, and Ni-ki’s jaw clenched when he noticed the angle of the creep’s phone—pointed directly under your skirt.

Something inside Ni-ki snapped.

Without a word, he stormed toward the man and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward so forcefully that his phone clattered to the ground.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ni-ki growled, eyes burning with rage.

The man stammered, trying to back away, but Ni-ki wasn’t letting go. Instead, he shoved him hard, sending him stumbling against a store display.

“You think you can take pictures of my girlfriend like some fucking pervert?” Ni-ki seethed. The entire store fell silent, eyes locking onto the scene. But Ni-ki didn’t care.

He picked up the man’s phone, unlocking it with ease and scrolling through the gallery. His blood boiled at the sight of the upskirt photos.

His fist connected with the man’s face before he could stop himself.

The pervert yelped, cradling his jaw, but Ni-ki wasn’t done. He punched him again, sending him crashing to the floor. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you” Ni-ki spat.

Security rushed in, pulling Ni-ki back before he could do more damage. “Sir you need to leave. Now.”

Ni-ki didn’t fight them. Instead, he wiped his knuckles on his jeans, turned to you, and grabbed your hand. “Come on baby we’re leaving.”

You nodded numbly, letting him lead you out as he scrolled through the pervert’s phone one last time, deleting the photos from the gallery, the trash bin, and even the iCloud. When he was satisfied, he tossed the phone onto the ground.

Outside the mall, Ni-ki exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Disgusting.”

But you… you felt awful.

This was supposed to be Ni-ki’s day. He had been so excited, and now, because of you—

Tears welled in your eyes. “Ni-ki i’m so sorry…”

He frowned, turning to you. “What?”

You sniffled, biting your lip. “I ruined everything you were looking forward to this and now we got kicked out because of me.”

His expression softened instantly. “Baby… no this isn’t your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t worn a skirt if I had been more careful—”

“Don’t” Ni-ki interrupted, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t do that to yourself.”

Your tears spilled over, soaking his hoodie as you clung to him. “I just feel so bad…”

Ni-ki sighed, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Listen to me, okay?” He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His thumbs brushed away your tears as he spoke, voice gentle. “You did nothing wrong. That creep is the only one to blame. Not you, not your skirt, not anything else.”

You sniffled again, lower lip trembling. “But you wanted to go there so bad…”

Ni-ki smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Baby i don’t care about some stupid mall. I care about you.”

Your heart clenched. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do” he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose this time. “Now no more crying okay?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath. Ni-ki grinned and wiped away the last of your tears. “Good. Now come on—I know another mall nearby and they have an even better arcade.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really” he chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go crybaby.”

You pouted at the teasing nickname, making him laugh as he tugged you toward the car.

And just like that, the day wasn’t ruined anymore.

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I NEED a part 3 for Heeseung's fic!! ;-;

here it is !! hope u like it

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STUPID MOVE

pretty girl.

SUMMARY ‘ trying to escape was a stupid move.

𓊆 黑星 𓊇 x gn!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 2,008 obsession stalking kidnapping abuse forced captivity threats emotional manipulation violence yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror yandere

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : posting another fic then leaving again.

Two Weeks Later

The air outside the basement felt suffocating.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you were no longer trapped underground, no longer bound by ropes in a damp, dark room. Heeseung had finally deemed you “ready” to leave the basement. But only under his watchful eyes.

You thought it would feel like freedom.

It didn’t.

Your body felt dirty, your skin sticky, your hair tangled from weeks of being confined in that cold, miserable space. You wanted nothing more than to scrub yourself clean, to feel human again.

“…Can I take a shower?” Your voice was hoarse, quiet, barely masking the disgust curling in your stomach as Heeseung gazed at you with those infatuated eyes.

His entire face lit up at your request, as if you’d just told him you loved him. “Of course, darling!” He practically beamed, rushing to guide you to the bathroom. “I bought you some clothes that I think would look beautiful on you.”

You swallowed the bile in your throat as he handed you a neatly folded outfit. The way he looked at you made your skin crawl—so lovesick, so hopeful.

You forced a nod, biting down your revulsion. “Thanks…”

The second you shut the bathroom door, you exhaled shakily.

The mirror reflected a hollowed-out version of yourself—pale, tired, a ghost of the person you once were. You ignored your reflection, stripped down, and stepped into the steaming shower.

Water cascaded down your skin, washing away weeks of filth, but not the sickening feeling of Heeseung’s eyes on you. You scrubbed harder, rubbing your skin raw, as if you could erase his touch from your soul.

And then you saw it.

The window.

Open.

Your heart pounded violently against your ribs as you turned off the water, wrapping the towel around you. You had no plan, no idea where you were, but it didn’t matter. This was your chance.

You climbed onto the sink, reaching up to hoist yourself through the window. Just a little more—just a little higher—

The bathroom door swung open.

“Love, are you—”

Silence.

Dread flooded your veins as you turned, meeting Heeseung’s darkening eyes. His entire body stiffened, his expression unreadable.

You moved faster, scrambling to push yourself through, but before you could, a pair of hands grabbed your ankles and yanked you down.

You crashed onto the cold, hard floor with a sickening thud.

“N-No…” you whimpered, crawling backward as Heeseung loomed over you.

His expression twisted into something monstrous. His jaw clenched, his hands trembled—but not in sadness. In fury.

“What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking?” His voice was eerily calm, his head tilted slightly.

Your lips trembled. “H-Heeseung please—”

The first blow struck your face before you could finish. Then another. Then another.

Pain exploded across your body—punches, kicks, hair yanked so hard your scalp burned. You screamed, sobbed, pleaded, but it didn’t stop. The world blurred, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness.

Then, finally, it stopped.

Your body felt weightless, your ears ringing. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Heeseung’s heaving chest, his wide, trembling eyes staring down at your battered form. His hands shook—blood on his knuckles. Your blood.

“…Shit” he whispered.

Then, gently—so, so gently—he cradled your broken body in his arms.

“I’m sorry” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your bruised cheek. “I didn’t mean to hurt you so much… I just… I just got scared baby. You can’t do that. You can’t leave me.”

His voice wavered, desperate, trembling with something between guilt and obsession. His fingers brushed your blood-matted hair away from your face as if he hadn’t just beaten you unconscious.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry, to claw at him, to do anything—but your body wouldn’t move. Everything ached.

Heeseung lifted you carefully, carrying you like something fragile. His breath was shaky, his heartbeat erratic against your skin.

“I’ll fix this” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You faded in and out of consciousness, barely registering the feeling of soft sheets beneath you. The scent of Heeseung’s cologne clung to them, suffocating you.

You weren’t in the basement anymore.

You were in his bed.

—

When you woke again, everything hurt. Your arms, your ribs, your face—every part of you screamed in pain. Bandages covered your skin, the faint smell of antiseptic in the air.

And then you felt it.

The weight of an arm draped over your waist. A body pressed against yours. Warm breath against your neck.

You stiffened.

Slowly, you turned your head, your pulse hammering violently in your chest.

Heeseung.

Asleep, curled around you like a child clinging to his favorite stuffed animal. His grip was loose but firm enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere.

Your stomach twisted. You wanted to shove him away, to rip yourself from his grasp. But you were weak, exhausted, and the fresh bruises decorating your skin told you what would happen if you tried again.

Tears welled in your eyes. What were you going to do?

Then—movement.

A soft hum vibrated against your shoulder. Heeseung stirred, his grip tightening, his nose nuzzling into your neck as he let out a content sigh.

“You’re awake” he murmured sleepily. His voice was thick with drowsiness, but when he opened his eyes, they glowed with something far more alert—something possessive.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to stay still. “Y-Yeah…”

A smile stretched across his lips, and for a second, he looked normal. Just a boy waking up next to the love of his life.

But this wasn’t love.

Love wasn’t this.

“I was so worried” he whispered, his fingers brushing against the bruises he had left. His smile faltered, something dark flickering in his gaze. “I got angry… I didn’t mean to hurt you so much, love. But you scared me.”

You stayed silent, your fingers trembling against the sheets.

Heeseung’s expression softened. “You understand, don’t you? I had to do it. You made me do it.”

A lump formed in your throat.

He shifted, hovering over you, his face inches from yours. “You won’t do that again right?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a threat.

You forced yourself to nod. “I… I won’t.”

His face lit up, a wide, lovesick grin spreading across his lips. “That’s my good girl.” He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Your stomach churned.

He pulled you close again, his arms wrapping around you like chains. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll make everything perfect for us. You’ll see.”

His voice was dreamy, filled with devotion.

You stared at the ceiling, your heart pounding with one single thought.

You had to get out.

Before it was too late.

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THAT WAS TOO FAR

love..

SUMMARY ‘ ni-ki took his joke a bit too far.

𓊆 尼基 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 582 teasing crying crying emotional distress angst heavy fluff — 类型 fluff angst

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : should i write more of crybaby and sensitive reader

Ni-ki had always been playful. He loved teasing you, poking fun at your reactions, and pushing your buttons just enough to get that cute pout or whiny protest. But today, he decided to take it a little further—just to see how you’d react.

You were curled up on the couch with him, resting your head on his shoulder while scrolling through your phone. It was a peaceful moment, but Ni-ki, being Ni-ki, just couldn’t leave it alone.

“You always act like such a baby you know that?” he snickered, nudging you lightly.

Your fingers stilled on the screen as you blinked up at him. “Huh?”

He smirked, tilting his head at you. “You’re so sensitive. It’s kinda cute but also pathetic.”

Your heart sank. He had teased you before, but this felt… different. Harsher.

You shifted uncomfortably. “I-I’m not that sensitive…”

Ni-ki chuckled, clearly entertained. “Oh, come on you get teary-eyed over the tiniest things. What are you gonna cry now?”

That last comment hit too hard. Your throat tightened, and before you could stop it, tears welled up in your eyes.

Ni-ki’s grin faltered when he noticed, but he figured you were just pouting. “See? I was right. You’re such a crybaby—”

A broken sob escaped you.

Ni-ki froze.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you brought your hands up to cover your face, shoulders trembling. “W-why are you being so mean to me?” you choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

His stomach dropped. He had only meant to mess around, to fluster you—but he had never intended to actually hurt you.

“Wait, wait—baby, no, don’t cry” Ni-ki panicked, immediately pulling you into his arms. “I was just joking, I swear. I didn’t mean any of it I promise.”

You curled into his chest, sobbing quietly, and his heart clenched at the sound. He felt like the worst person in the world.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, rocking you gently. “I was just being stupid, I didn’t think—I didn’t want to make you cry.”

You sniffled against his hoodie, still hiccuping with soft cries. “D-did I do something wrong?”

Ni-ki squeezed you tighter. “No, baby. Never. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just being an idiot.” He kissed the top of your head, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Please don’t think that, okay? I love you so much, and I’m so sorry.”

You nodded weakly, your breathing slowly evening out as his warmth surrounded you. His apologies melted into gentle whispers of reassurance, his fingers tracing comforting patterns along your spine.

“You’re perfect” he whispered. “And I’ll never be that mean again, I swear. Just… please don’t cry anymore, okay?”

Your body grew heavier against him, exhaustion from your emotions taking over. Ni-ki held you close, continuing to whisper apologies and sweet words until he felt your breathing slow, signaling that you had drifted off.

A soft sigh left his lips as he nuzzled against your hair, guilt still weighing on his chest. He pressed another kiss to your temple before allowing his own eyes to close, holding you securely in his arms as sleep took him too.

He was never teasing you like that again.

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[semisasseater]

I LIKE YOU BEST

like this.

SUMMARY ‘ The hyung line reactions when you unexpectedly show them affection

𓊆 hyung line 𓊇 x gn!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀960 obsession dubious comfort kidnapping affection forced captivity fluff emotional manipulation suspicion yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror yandere

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : i love yandere trope.

Heeseung – Playing Video Games Together

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at you, arms crossed. “you wanna play video games.. with me?”

You nodded eagerly, bouncing on your feet. “yes!! come on it’ll be fun!”

His suspicion grew. You never wanted to hang out with him. You barely even tolerated him. Was this some kind of trick? A distraction so you could try to escape? His mind raced with possibilities, and he nearly refused—until he saw your pout, your lower lip jutting out in disappointment.

“you’re fucking with me aren’t you” he scoffed, but there was hesitation in his voice.

“i’m not! i just.. i thought it’d be fun to play together” you mumbled, looking away.

Heeseung stared at you, studying every little detail of your expression, searching for any deception. But all he found was genuine excitement. His heart squeezed in his chest.

“…fine. but don’t get mad when i win” he muttered, already setting up the console.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat beside him eagerly. His fingers trembled slightly on the controller. He didn’t care about the game—he just cared that, for once, you wanted to spend time with him.

⸻

Jay – Baking Cookies Together

Jay blinked at you in disbelief. “you wanna bake cookies..?”

You nodded, rocking on your heels. “mhm!!”

For a moment, he just stared. You had to be messing with him. There was no way you actually wanted to do something so.. domestic with him. But when you didn’t back down, he exhaled and got up. “alright.. let’s do it then”

Your face lit up, and he felt his cold heart melt just a little.

He led you to the kitchen, washing both of your hands before pulling out ingredients. You measured things wrong on purpose just to see his reaction, and he groaned, flicking flour at you.

“y/n that’s way too much sugar what are you doing” he sighed, but there was a small smile on his face.

“oops?” you giggled, and he just shook his head, amused.

By the time the cookies were in the oven, the kitchen was a mess, and Jay had never felt so.. normal. It was almost like you weren’t his captive. Almost like you wanted to be here with him. And god, he’d do anything to keep that illusion alive.

⸻

Jake – Playing With Your Hair

“jakey can you play with my hair?”

Jake nearly dropped his phone. His head snapped up to look at you, eyes wide. “do your.. hair?”

You nodded, suddenly hesitant under his intense gaze. “yes!! but uhm.. only if you want to we don’t have to..”

Your voice wavered, and panic shot through Jake’s body. “nonono! i’d love to! i was just confused that’s all” he rushed out, almost tripping over his words.

You slowly smiled, and he let out a relieved breath. He patted the space between his legs. “come here”

You hesitated for a moment before laying down between his legs, your head resting against his thigh. He carefully ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing your scalp gently.

You sighed in content, and his heart nearly exploded. He continued playing with your hair, twirling strands between his fingers, his touch so gentle it was almost loving.

And when your breathing slowed, your body relaxing into his, he realized—this was the happiest he’d ever been.

⸻

Sunghoon – Cuddling & Movie Night

Sunghoon’s brows furrowed. “you wanna have a movie night with me?”

“yes!!” you beamed, already grabbing popcorn.

He stared at you suspiciously. This had to be a trap. You had to be trying to catch him off guard. Maybe you’d use this as an opportunity to escape. His paranoia screamed at him to say no.

But then he saw the way you excitedly searched for a movie, the way you set up the blankets just right, the way your eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“…fine” he muttered, sitting stiffly beside you.

You grinned, snuggling into the blankets as the movie started. Sunghoon remained tense, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But as time passed, as you laughed at a stupid scene and nudged him playfully, he felt his walls crumble.

He turned to look at you, and for the first time in a long time, he smiled—genuinely. You were so cute. So perfect. So his. And he would make sure it stayed that way forever.

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[semisasseater]

hai hai ^^ OMG UR BACKKKK IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU ON HERE AGAIN

HAIIII YES I AM BACK!!

(sorry for late reply)

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do u still write for my goddess gf semi 🙏🙏

yes !!

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SAY MY NAME

darling.

SUMMARY ‘A week after your kidnapping, Heeseung grows more obsessive— and promising a future you can’t escape.

𓊆 黑星 𓊇 x gn!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 725 obsession stalking kidnapping murder forced captivity threats emotional manipulation violence yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror yandere

✴︎ LIBRARY ✴︎ part 1 part 3

‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : i’m gonna probably make this a series its basically based off yandere simulator

One Week Later.

The basement was cold. The stone walls swallowed all the light, leaving only the dim bulb above your head, flickering slightly like it could go out any second. Time felt meaningless here. You only knew the days passed because he told you.

Every morning before school, every night after he came home, Heeseung would come down and sit with you. He’d talk for hours—about his day, about you, about your future together. He took the rope off your mouth after a few days, convinced you wouldn’t scream.

You didn’t. What was the point? No one would hear you down here.

Sometimes you spoke back, sometimes you didn’t. Some days, you lashed out, snapping at him, glaring. Other days, you just sat in silence, too tired to fight. None of it mattered—Heeseung didn’t care. He liked all of your reactions.

Even when you insulted him, he’d just laugh.

—

Friday.

You heard the front door open. Then footsteps.

Then the familiar sound of the bookshelf in the living room being pushed aside. The hidden basement door creaked open, and Heeseung’s excited footsteps ran down the stairs.

“darling i’m home!!”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice, quickly putting on a slight smile. It was easier that way. If he thought you were being difficult, he’d start asking questions, probing, getting closer.

He grinned, holding something behind his back. “guess what i got?”

You tilted your head, eyeing the object in his hand. “is that a.. cassette tape?”

His face lit up. “it is!! my mother used to do this she would leave tapes here and i’d listen to it and it would be my mom having conversations with my dad!! she said that she’ll save these tapes for me and i’ll do it the same way she did!”

You blinked, shifting slightly in your seat. Your wrists ached from the rope. “oh… so is it on?”

“yup! it’s been on since i came down here!”

You nodded slowly.

Then his voice softened, a strange excitement in his tone. “you never said my name before darling”

Your mouth felt dry. “well i—”

“say my name.”

You hesitated. “but—”

Shk.

The sound of metal flicking open made your breath hitch. You barely had time to react before Heeseung pressed a pocket knife under your chin, the blade cool against your skin.

“say. my. name.”

Your heart pounded. “heeseung! lee heeseung!”

The moment your voice rang out, his eyes widened. A soft, shaky moan left his lips, his body trembling in pleasure. His grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming.

“this is so exciting! i can’t wait to have a date our first meal together our first kiss our first..”

He trailed off, chuckling to himself.

You felt sick.

Then, as quickly as it appeared, the knife disappeared. Heeseung leaned back, rocking on his heels. “i’ll consider letting you out soon”

Your stomach twisted.

He turned to leave, giggling as he ran up the stairs. “i’ll make your favorite for dinner!!”

The door slammed shut. The lock clicked into place.

You sat there, wrists aching, throat dry, mind racing.

gosh what were you gonna do.

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[semisasseater]

I THINK I’VE GOT A RIVAL

i have to kill.

SUMMARY ‘After killing ten boys who tried to confess to you, Heeseung finally works up the courage to confess his love—but when you reject him, he decides to make sure you’ll love him one way or another.

𓊆 黑星 𓊇 x gn!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 880 obsession stalking kidnapping murder non-confinement emotional manipulation violence yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror yandere

✴︎ LIBRARY ✴︎ part 2 part 3

‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : guys i love yandere simulator (not the dev fuck the dev) so i wrote this inspired by it

Ten boys he killed for you.

Ten weeks had passed since the first one disappeared. Then another. Then another. Heeseung kept count, a tally etched into the back of his notebook, the same one where he scribbled your name over and over. The boys were nuisances, cockroaches swarming around you, thinking they had a chance. They didn’t. Not when Heeseung was watching.

He got rid of them before they could confess, before they could take what was meant to be his. It was funny, really. None of them ever saw it coming. Your best friend was the most troublesome—always lingering too close, touching your arm, whispering things in your ear. Heeseung made sure he suffered the most.

But it was done now. All gone.

And today was the day.

He had spent weeks working up the courage, perfecting his confession, making sure everything would be perfect. The love letter was placed delicately in your locker, his handwriting neat, the words trembling with emotion. Then, he ran—ran up the hill behind the school, to the cherry tree.

There was a rumor about the tree. They said if you confessed there after school, the person couldn’t say no. Heeseung never believed in superstitions, but today? Today he would take all the luck he could get.

His heart raced as he saw you approaching, out of breath, eyes scanning for the one who had left the letter. You came.

He stepped out from behind the tree, smiling so wide it hurt. “Y/N! you came i.. i was so nervous but.. but i love you i’ve loved you for so long please accept!”

The silence was unbearable.

You stood there, stunned, staring at him with wide eyes. His heart pounded.

“I’m sorry… I don’t feel the same way…”

The world stopped.

“We never met before, and I don’t know anything about you…” You looked apologetic, hesitant. “We can be friends, but I’ll have to reject your confession. I’m sorry…”

No.

No no no no no no—

His fingers twitched. His smile faltered. His head felt like it was splitting open.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

His breathing was heavy, erratic. Then, suddenly—“what’s that behind you?”

You turned, confused.

Smash.

The weight of his bag cracked against your head, and you crumpled. Heeseung barely registered the thud of your body hitting the ground, the way your chest still rose and fell. His whole body was shaking, his breath ragged.

He had to fix this.

—

The school was empty by nightfall.

Heeseung moved quickly, dragging the instrument case through the night, careful, precise. No one saw. No one suspected a thing thinking he was a performer.

By the time he got home, his heart was thudding with excitement. Finally.

You were here.

He tied you to the chair, securing the knots carefully—not too tight, didn’t want to hurt you, not too much. A blindfold over your eyes, rope keeping your muffled screams in check.

And then he waited.

The moment you stirred, he was there, eyes glinting with joy. He reached out, slowly pulling the blindfold away.

There they were.

Your beautiful, terrified eyes.

He grinned. “welcome home baby.. how do you like it? it’s not much for now but once we get something bigger i’m sure you’ll like it”

You screamed, muffled and useless.

His smile widened. “dumb of you to reject my confession after i got rid of all of those stupid boys for you. it’s okay though you’ll fall in love with me soon!”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Heeseung’s heart squeezed at the sight.

“oh no don’t cry baby it’s okay! i killed them because i love you im so in love with you i created a shrine of you!!” he chuckled, rocking on his heels, his eyes never leaving your face. He looked at you like you were the sun, the moon, the air he breathed.

You stared back like he was a monster.

His fingers brushed your cheek, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “i’m just so happy.. i can’t wait until you’re out of this basement and loving me we can get a dog or maybe a cat or anything you want! and we’re gonna have mini us running around the house someday.. i cant wait!!”

Your body trembled. The tears spilled down your cheeks.

Heeseung cupped your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to look at him.

“you’ll be with me forever… no one will ever take you away from me.. im yours forever”

And you knew, in that moment, as the last bit of hope drained from your body—

You would never escape.

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[semisasseater]

YOU’RE MINE

forever.

SUMMARY ‘ Sunghoon has been obsessed with you since childhood, and now that you’re his, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side—forever.

𓊆 成勋 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 760 obsession stalking manipulation gaslighting psychological & physical abuse murder solation degradation yandere themes — 类型 dark romance psychological thriller horror

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : this is what i really like to write.

From the very beginning, Sunghoon had been obsessed with you.

It started when you were children—when you’d grab his hand and giggle, when you’d ask him to help tie your shoes, when you’d lean against him after a long day, never noticing how he held on just a little too tightly.

But by high school, his love had turned into something darker.

You were too beautiful, too kind, too naïve for the world. And Sunghoon knew that meant he had to protect you.

Even if it meant watching your every move.

Even if it meant following you home at night.

Even if it meant making sure no one else got too close.

You never noticed the way he lingered in the background, how his sharp eyes tracked your every interaction, how every boy who dared flirt with you eventually disappeared.

One day, a classmate would be laughing with you in the hallway. The next, he was gone. His seat in class empty. His locker left untouched. No one ever questioned it.

And you? You just pouted, twirling a strand of hair.

“Weird… I thought he liked me.”

Sunghoon would only smile, brushing a soft hand against your cheek.

“He didn’t deserve you baby.”

And like the bimbo you were, you just nodded, leaning into his touch.

Because Sunghoon would always be there.

⸻

The day you confessed, he almost didn’t believe it.

“Hoonie I like you.”

The words rang in his ears, sinking deep into his skin. His fingers twitched. His breath hitched.

For the first time in years, Park Sunghoon was stunned.

“You’ve always been there for me,” you continued, smiling up at him, your eyes sparkling with innocence. “And you’re, like, really cute so… do you wanna date?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared.

Then, slowly, a smile crept onto his lips.

“Of course baby.” His voice was soft, but his grip on your hand tightened. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

⸻

Moving in together was effortless.

Sunghoon took care of everything. He cooked, he cleaned, he made sure you didn’t have to lift a finger.

And you, being the sweet, oblivious girl you were, just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“You’re the best hoonie!”

But he wasn’t just taking care of you. He was controlling you.

And you didn’t even notice.

“Baby your friends aren’t good for you.”

You blinked up at him from the couch, your pink nails tapping against your phone screen. “Huh?”

“They talk behind your back” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t want what’s best for you.”

You frowned. “But… they’re my friends.”

His fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His smile was still there, but his eyes were cold.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

Your eyes widened. “Of course I do!”

“Then why do you pick them over me?” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “Bad people over the person who keeps you safe?”

You hesitated.

And then you gave in.

“You’re right hoonie. I don’t need them.”

Sunghoon smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl.”

⸻

It didn’t take long before you were completely his.

No phone. No friends. No one but him.

And the best part? You never even questioned it.

He had trained you well.

Until one day, he saw you talking to another classmate at the store.

That night, you learned what happened when you disobeyed.

Your soft, delicate skin was marked with bruises, your lips trembling as you whimpered under his touch.

Sunghoon held you close, whispering against your ear.

“It hurts me more than it hurts you baby…”

“I’m sorry doll.”

“I had to teach you a lesson it’s normal for me to do this.”

And you, being the stupid, naïve little thing you were, believed him.

Because Sunghoon loved you.

Because he kept you safe.

Because you were exactly where you belonged.

Right in his arms.

Forever.

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