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[stormyfog]

obsession's price 💵

mafia jake x agent fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, death, smut later on

fanfic request for: @sannaheee

chapter 1

in the shadows of south korea’s bustling cities, one name instilled fear into even the bravest hearts—sim jaeyun. a name whispered in fear, but a face no one had ever seen. sim jaeyun was the most infamous mafia leader in the country, his power stretching beyond borders. only his most trusted subordinates had the privilege of knowing what he truly looked like. however, trust came with a price. every close subordinate bore a dark reminder of their loyalty—a tiny bomb, surgically injected behind their necks. the second they dared betray him or reveal his face to the outside world, their life would be reduced to nothing but a tragic lesson.

y/n was one of the most skilled secret service agents in the country, tasked with one of the riskiest missions of her career—locating and eliminating the elusive sim jaeyun. as part of a covert operation team called ‘angels,’ a name signifying their duty to protect the citizens of south korea, she was no stranger to high-stakes missions. her team consisted of three other members: minji, a tech specialist; danielle, a weapons and combat expert; and mark, the sharpest strategist she knew. as the leader of the group, y/n carried the weight of their mission on her shoulders. one day, her boss, yuta, summoned her to his office, handing her a classified file marked with bold red letters. inside was every piece of intel they had gathered on sim jaeyun—a chilling collection of his crimes, his empire, and his terrifyingly calculated methods.

y/n returned home that evening, the classified file tucked securely under her arm. sitting at her desk, she opened it and began poring over the details of sim jaeyun’s criminal empire. known in the underworld as jake, he was infamous for the sheer scale of his operations and the fear he instilled in anyone who crossed him. a staggering bounty of 50 billion dollars had been placed on his head, making him one of the most sought-after targets in the world. yet, every attempt to kill him had ended in failure—either the hunter disappeared without a trace, or they were found dead as a warning to others. as y/n flipped through the pages, her sharp eyes caught something unusual in the back of the file. a handwritten note, scrawled in an elegant but mocking tone, read: "like what you're reading, angel?" it was signed simply, jake. her heart skipped a beat. how had this gotten here? the realization hit her like a freight train—he’d breached her workplace, sneaking the note into the file himself.

you couldn’t be more surprised, though a part of you tried to rationalize it—he was a mafia leader, after all, known for being untouchable and always ten steps ahead. still, the thought of him infiltrating your work building so easily sent a shiver down your spine. after a moment of collecting yourself, you grabbed your phone and texted your team in the group chat. "prepare for tomorrow’s mission. we’re moving at 0700. stay sharp." with that, you set your phone down, changed into your pajamas, and tried to push the nagging thoughts away. you climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over you, and let the weight of exhaustion lull you into sleep, though the note lingered in the back of your mind.

you woke up early, the weight of the mission heavy on your shoulders as you got ready for the day. after a quick breakfast, you sent a message in the group chat with the address of a nearby café where you planned to meet. when you arrived, minji was already there, sitting at a corner table with her laptop open, typing away. she waved you over, and you slid into the seat next to her. “morning, angel,” she said with a small smile, not taking her eyes off the screen. a few minutes later, danielle and mark arrived, greeting the two of you before sitting down at the table.

the four of you leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones to avoid being overheard. “so, what plan have you devised so far, angel?” mark asked, his sharp eyes locking on yours. using codenames in public was second nature—there was no room for mistakes, not with someone like sim jaeyun as your target. minji, codename bear, was known for her resilience and focus. danielle, or raven, had razor-sharp instincts, and mark, eagle, was the vigilant eye of the group. you cleared your throat and pulled out the file yuta had given you. “we start by locating one of jake’s closest subordinates,” you said, your voice steady. “sunghoon, codename ice. if anyone can lead us to jake, it’s him.” the group nodded, a silent understanding passing between you all. step one of the mission was clear: find ice and get one step closer to sim jaeyun.

minji’s fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop, her focus unwavering. “got him,” she said after a few tense minutes, turning the screen toward the group. displayed was a live satellite image of sunghoon, or ice, exiting a sleek black car in front of what appeared to be a luxury penthouse. “he’s here,” minji said, marking the location on the map. the group huddled closer as you all discussed your next move. “we can’t just storm in,” danielle, or raven, pointed out. “we need to observe first, gather intel on his movements before making contact.” mark, ever the strategist, nodded. “agreed, but we’ll need to stay close enough to strike when the time’s right.”

after finalizing the plan, you all piled into your car, the air thick with determination and a hint of tension. minji sat in the passenger seat, laptop balanced on her knees as she continued tracking sunghoon’s location in real time. danielle and mark took the backseat, going over the tools and weapons concealed in their bags. you gripped the steering wheel tightly as you drove toward the luxury penthouse, your heart pounding in anticipation. sunghoon was your first key to unlocking the enigma that was sim jaeyun, and you couldn’t afford to make a single mistake.

chapter 2

the tension in the car thickened as your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. before you could react, minji quickly grabbed it and answered, her instincts sharp. she put the call on speaker, and a familiar, smooth voice filled the car. “hi, angel,” jake’s voice practically purred through the speaker, sending a shiver down your spine. “i see you’re trying to reach ice right now. don’t worry, i told him that a few guests will be coming to his house and prepared a little gift for you.” his tone was casual, almost mocking, as if he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

then, without another word, the line went dead, leaving the car in stunned silence. you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with the others, the weight of his words settling in. “he knows,” mark muttered, his voice low and tense. minji immediately began typing furiously on her laptop, her expression turning grim. “ice must have been tracking us the whole time. he’s good—probably as good as me,” she admitted, frustration lacing her voice. the reality of the situation hit like a ton of bricks: jake and his subordinates were not just dangerous; they were always one step ahead. whatever awaited you at sunghoon’s place was sure to be far from welcoming.

the tension was thick as we arrived at sunghoon’s place. the sleek, modern house stood ominously under the dim light of the street lamps, but there was no sign of movement. we quickly got out of the car, weapons at the ready, adrenaline pumping through our veins. with a swift motion, we kicked down the door, fully expecting to face a wave of guards. but the house was eerily quiet—no one was there to stop us. without hesitation, we split up, each taking a different floor to inspect.

minji and danielle made their way to the first floor, while mark took the second, and i headed for the third. we kept in constant communication through our walkie-talkies, ensuring we stayed synchronized. minji and danielle found nothing but weapons and ammo on the first floor, while mark discovered stashes of expensive jewelry and cash on the second. but jake had anticipated my next move. as i stepped onto the third floor, i couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. when i pushed open the door to one of the rooms, i found him. sunghoon. he stood there, his back to me, a smirk on his face as he slowly turned around, a small gift box in hand. i instinctively raised my gun, pointing it straight at his chest. he merely chuckled. "so, you came," he said, as if he had been expecting me all along.

sunghoon's grin remained as he slowly raised his hands—gift box still in his grip, not making any sudden moves. “jake told me not to harm you,” he said, his tone surprisingly calm. “he’s got plans for you, after all.” his eyes flickered with something more than just amusement—there was a flicker of genuine interest behind them. he took a step closer, his posture relaxed, like we were having a casual conversation instead of a standoff.

"jake's been watching you closely, angel," sunghoon continued, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. "he’s been keeping tabs on every mission you've been a part of. your strengths, your weaknesses… he knows everything." his words sent a shiver down my spine. it was unsettling to think that the most dangerous mafia boss in south korea had a file on me, studying every move i made. sunghoon's smile grew even wider as he took in my reaction. "and let’s just say… jake’s been taking a liking to you. he’s been thinking of you as his next big ally—or maybe something more." my grip tightened on my gun, but i couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine.

i stood there for a moment, caught off guard by sunghoon’s words. a part of me couldn't help but think about what he said—jake’s interest in me, his plans. but i shook it off, reminding myself of the mission at hand. i couldn’t afford to get distracted. i snapped back into focus, my voice cold and commanding. "shut up and move," i said, my gaze never leaving sunghoon as i motioned for him to step forward. he didn’t argue; he simply followed me, the gift box still in his hand, the one jake had so carefully placed for me. as i led him down the hallway, i keyed into my walkie-talkie, my voice steady as i updated my team. "i’ve got sunghoon," i said, making sure to keep an eye on him. "heading down to the first floor now." the tension in my chest didn’t ease, but i couldn’t let it show. i moved quickly and decisively, keeping sunghoon close, hoping that whatever jake had planned, i would be ready.

i brought sunghoon down to the first floor, where mark immediately helped to tie him up to a chair. the atmosphere was tense, thick with anticipation as i took the small gift box from sunghoon’s hand. i had assumed it was a time bomb, a typical move for jake, but as i carefully opened the box, i was caught off guard. it wasn’t a bomb. instead, nestled inside was a ring—a beautiful, expensive-looking ring. the band was studded with clean-cut diamonds, and at its center, a heart-shaped diamond glistened. it was worth millions, easily. confusion swirled in my mind as i stared at it, trying to piece together what it all meant.

before i could dwell on it for too long, sunghoon’s voice interrupted my thoughts, sharp and smug. "i told you, jake has taken a special interest in you," he said, his tone dripping with an unsettling certainty. "you should be lucky you caught his attention." i couldn’t tell if he was warning me or taunting me, but the weight of his words lingered, adding another layer to the puzzle i was trying to solve. what exactly did jake want with me? and why this ring?

chapter 3

after a long moment of pondering, uncertainty clouded my judgment. i wasn’t quite sure what to do with sunghoon. danielle was the first to speak up, her voice sharp with impatience. "we should end him right here, right now," she insisted, her fingers twitching as if she already had the trigger pulled in her mind. but mark, ever the calm and level-headed one, suggested a different approach. "we can hand him over to the agency. they’ll know how to handle him, especially if we want information."

i hesitated for a second, weighing the risks and benefits, but ultimately, i agreed with mark. i untied sunghoon from the chair, his eyes narrowing at me as if he knew what i was about to do. with one swift movement, i re-tied his arms behind his back, ensuring he wouldn’t have any chance of escaping. we all piled into the car, the atmosphere tense, with mark and danielle keeping a watchful eye on sunghoon, sitting on either side of him. the hum of the engine filled the silence, but the question still lingered in my mind—what exactly did jake want with me? and how far was he willing to go to get me?

we finally arrived at the agency, the familiar building looming ahead as i parked the car. as soon as the engine cut off, a couple of guards approached us, moving quickly and efficiently to take sunghoon off our hands. he glared at me one last time before they led him away, and i could feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back.

just as i was about to step out of the car, my phone buzzed. it was a text from my boss, yuta. "thanks for leaving him unharmed. sunghoon’s known for carrying valuable data. good job, angel." i stared at the message for a moment, digesting the words. so, this was more than just a simple mission—sunghoon had intel, something that could give us the upper hand against jake. but what kind of data was it, and how much did it tie into jake’s plans? there were still so many unanswered questions.

just as i was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, another message from yuta popped up. "you and your team should witness the interrogation. it's important." the tone was urgent, and i knew it meant something significant was about to unfold. i looked at my team, who were already stepping out of the car, and quickly relayed the message to them. "we’re going to witness the interrogation," i said, keeping my voice steady, though a flicker of curiosity passed through me. we followed the two guards who had taken sunghoon, making our way through the cold, sterile halls of the agency. the tension in the air was palpable, and the further we walked, the more the weight of the situation settled over me. whatever sunghoon had, whatever jake had planned, was bigger than any of us had imagined.

we stood silently behind the two-way mirror, watching as sunghoon sat across from one of the guards who had brought him in. the room was dimly lit, a single overhead light casting harsh shadows across the table where sunghoon was seated. his wrists were cuffed tightly to the metal surface, and despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a certain tension in his posture, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. the guard across from him was calm, almost too calm, as if this was a routine he had done a hundred times before. my team and i exchanged glances, knowing that whatever was about to unfold, we were in for a lot more than we bargained for.

the interrogation dragged on with no real progress. sunghoon remained stubborn, his lips sealed tighter than ever, only repeating one phrase: "jake wants her." his eyes darted nervously, and i could almost see the fear in him—like something worse awaited if he revealed any more. then, out of nowhere, his gaze shifted, and he locked eyes with us through the two-way mirror. i felt a chill run down my spine as he spoke with surprising clarity. "one of jake's hideouts... it's near sunlight beach. a popular tourist spot," he said, his voice trembling slightly. then he leaned back in his chair, almost as if he was zoning out, rocking back and forth. "glory to the king... glory to the king..." he murmured, his hands shaking.

his chant faded, and the atmosphere turned heavy. he muttered a final, strangled apology. "i'm sorry, jake..." suddenly, a small red light flashed from the back of his neck. my heart skipped a beat as the room seemed to freeze for a second. before anyone could react, sunghoon's head exploded in a horrific, bloody mess. the sound of the explosion rang through the room, and i stumbled back, my breath caught in my throat. it was all too quick, too clean—a reminder of just how far jake’s reach went.

the alarms blared, the shrill sound ringing in my ears, and everything around me seemed to blur. what had just happened? my mind was struggling to process the scene in front of me. sunghoon's body, now just a mangled mess, lay lifeless in the chair. blood splattered across the walls, the guard beside him barely conscious, clutching his head. more guards flooded the room, and medics rushed in to tend to the injured guard and remove sunghoon’s body. i stood frozen, staring at the scene, my stomach turning. i had seen countless dead bodies before—death was part of the job—but this was different. the violent brutality of it, the suddenness, it made everything feel so much more real. 

danielle’s hand gripped my shoulder, shaking me out of my trance. "are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. i nodded, my voice quiet as i murmured, "yes..." our boss, yuta, sent us home for the day, saying we needed rest after the chaos that had just unfolded. i didn't argue. i needed to get away from all of it. i lay in bed later that night, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying sunghoon's final moments. the sound of his death, the red light on his neck, and the blood splattering everywhere haunted me. i couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning, that jake was always one step ahead.

chapter 4

i woke up the next morning, feeling the weight of a restless night. my eyes felt heavy as i fought off the drowsiness that still clung to me. reaching for my phone, i hoped for a distraction. as i unlocked it, i noticed a message from an unknown number. my heart skipped a beat, and i hesitated for a moment before opening it. the message read, "it's sad to see sunghoon go away. he was one of my best subordinates. oh well, that's the price you have to pay when you betray someone." it was jake. my stomach twisted in unease, and i quickly typed back, "what is it that you want from me?"

his reply came swiftly: "i only want you. that ring sunghoon gave you was a promise ring, from me to you." i glanced at the small gift box on my desk—the one sunghoon had handed me. the ring glinted inside it, adding to the confusion swirling in my mind. i typed back, "i don't get it... why do you want me?" his response was as cryptic as ever: "you'll understand soon enough." i sat there, staring at the phone in my hand, my thoughts racing. what did he mean? why me?

just as i was about to put my phone down, another message from jake popped up on the screen. "i'll see you around sunlight beach, bye, for now." my heart raced. was he really going to be there? was this my chance to finally see his face? the thought lingered in my mind, but i quickly shook it off, knowing i had to act. i grabbed my phone and messaged my team’s group chat, telling them about jake's message. we needed to be prepared for anything. without wasting time, we quickly made a plan to head to sunlight beach by evening. this could be the break we’d been waiting for, but i couldn't shake the unease that bubbled inside me.

i got in my car and picked up my team, all of us feeling the weight of what was to come. the drive towards sunlight beach felt longer than usual, the anticipation of what might happen hanging in the air. once we arrived, we rented a beach house to stay for a couple of days, giving us a place to regroup and prepare. by the time we got settled in, the sun had already set, casting a dusky glow over the beach. we unpacked our things and gathered in the living room, ready to devise our next move.

minji immediately got to work on her laptop, focusing on finding one of jake's hideouts. she didn’t take long at all—within minutes, she found the location, which was unsettling. usually, it would take her anywhere from ten to thirty minutes to track down a well-hidden location, but this time it was so quick. it felt off, almost as if jake had deliberately made it easier for us to find his hideout. the realization gnawed at me. was this another mind game from him? was he waiting for us to make the next move?

we planned to head to the hideout as soon as the sun rose tomorrow, the urgency of the situation weighing on all of us. however, mark, usually the most composed of the group, seemed unusually wary. he hesitated and spoke up, "why don't we wait until later? i mean, we still need to take some rest after what happened back at the agency." his words made me pause for a moment. minji and danielle exchanged glances, both nodding slightly, before they turned to look at me, waiting for my decision. i agreed, the exhaustion from the sleepless night settling into my bones. "you're right, we should rest," i said. mark’s expression seemed to relax a little after my answer, but i couldn't shake the feeling that something else was on his mind. i shrugged it off, chalking it up to the stress of the situation—or maybe he was just tired too. regardless, it was clear we needed rest if we were going to be at our best tomorrow.

we all woke up a bit later than usual, the weight of yesterday's events still hanging over us. as i looked around the house, i noticed that mark wasn’t there. frowning, i asked minji and danielle if they had seen him, but both of them shook their heads, noticing the worry on my face. minji, ever the optimist, suggested, "he probably went out for a walk to ease his mind." i quietly nodded, trying to push the unease aside, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. however, as the minutes ticked by and mark still hadn't returned, my worry grew. i turned to minji and danielle, telling them, "i'm going to look for him. you two stay on guard and keep an eye out." they both nodded, understanding, and i grabbed my jacket, heading out of the house. something didn’t feel right, and i couldn’t shake the feeling that i needed to find mark—soon.

as i walked down the quiet street, i suddenly heard a familiar voice. it was mark. relief washed over me as i quickened my pace, but then i froze when i noticed he wasn’t alone. standing with him was someone i immediately recognized—jay, codename eagle. my heart sank. jay worked for jake, and yet, he and mark stood there laughing and talking like old friends. keeping a safe distance, i hid behind a nearby tree and strained to listen, my heart pounding in my chest.

their conversation made my blood run cold. mark had been working for jake too. for five years. five long years of betrayal, and i had no idea. he hadn’t even been with our agency for that long—just over a year—but now everything made sense. they joked about sharing the same codename, ‘eagle,’ as if it was some inside joke, mocking all of us who trusted him. betrayal was the only word ringing in my head as i stood there, frozen in disbelief, my stomach churning at the realization.

without hesitation, i pulled out my phone and quietly recorded their entire conversation. my hands shook slightly as i sent the file to minji with a single message: "mark's working for jake. stay on guard." i hid the phone in my pocket just in time as jay walked off in the opposite direction, and mark started heading toward me. my heart pounded, but i forced myself to stay calm, quickly shifting my demeanor. i pretended i was just out for a casual stroll, hoping he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

he noticed me and waved, a faint smile on his face. i walked up to him, my expression neutral, and asked where he had been all morning. "we were worried about you," i added, keeping my tone steady. mark sighed and scratched the back of his neck, offering a simple explanation: "i just needed to clear my head, you know? take my mind off some things." i nodded quietly, feigning understanding, and together we started walking back to the beach house. my stomach churned, but i couldn’t let him see my unease. not yet.

chapter 5

for the next few minutes, mark and i walked back toward the beach house, the tension between us palpable. i couldn’t shake the feeling of unease settling deeper into my gut, but i kept it at bay, pushing myself to focus. when we arrived back, i noticed the door was ajar, just a crack open, as if someone had hurriedly left or forgotten to close it. i motioned for mark to stay back as i cautiously approached. my heart skipped a beat as i pushed the door open, the hinges creaking slightly. inside, i froze.

danielle was lying unconscious on the floor, a bruise forming on the side of her face. minji was kneeling by the living room couch, her hands raised in the air, held at gunpoint by a tall man in a black suit. she was doing her best to stay calm, but i could see the fear in her eyes, the slight tremble in her posture. before i could react, i felt mark step up behind me, and in one swift motion, he pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at me. my breath hitched as i turned slowly to face him. he stood there, expression cold, not a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"mark, what the hell is going on?" i whispered, trying to make sense of everything, but his gun stayed trained on me. i walked inside, my hands raised in surrender. every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight back, but i knew better. i couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. kneeling down next to minji, i kept my gaze steady as i glanced up at the man holding the gun to her head. my pulse quickened as he stared back at me, unblinking. "what's this all about?" i asked, my voice calm but with a hint of desperation. mark’s silence was deafening. his betrayal was unmistakable now, but the weight of it hadn't fully sunk in. i glanced at minji, who mouthed, be careful, her eyes pleading for me to stay strong.

mark took out his phone, glancing at it quickly while still keeping his gun trained on me. “i’ve got you surrounded,” he said, his voice low and calculated. "there’s no way out." as his attention shifted to the screen of his phone, i saw my chance. i gave minji a subtle nod, the tiniest movement of my head to signal her. her eyes locked onto mine, and without hesitation, she sprang into action. with lightning speed, she took down the man holding her at gunpoint. he barely had time to react before minji grabbed his weapon and shot him, her movements precise and efficient. he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

with that, i moved. my heart raced, but i stayed focused. i dashed straight for mark, tackling him with everything i had. he grunted as we collided, his gun flying out of his hand and skidding across the floor. we both scrambled, throwing punches, each one landing with a sickening thud. his strength was formidable, but i wasn’t about to let him win. in the chaos, i managed to find a weak spot, one of his pressure points. i hit it with a swift, calculated blow, and mark’s body went limp, collapsing to the floor unconscious. his gun was out of reach, and i took a deep breath, my body trembling from the adrenaline. i stood over him, keeping my guard up, but he was no longer a threat.

minji and i quickly made our way to danielle, who was slowly regaining consciousness. she groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her face for a moment before recognition set in. i gently helped her sit up and guided her to the couch. she winced as she sat, but she seemed to be more alert now. i grabbed my first aid kit and started treating her, checking for any signs of injury. thankfully, it seemed like she only had a few bruises.

once i was sure she was stable, i took a moment to call my boss, yuta. i filled him in on everything that had happened—from mark's betrayal to the ambush at the beach house. he listened carefully, not a hint of surprise in his voice. “don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “i’ve already sent a team to retrieve the body and bring mark in for questioning. you did well.” after a while, his men arrived, taking the bodies of the guard and mark away. they moved quickly, efficiently, without saying much, just doing their job. i watched them go, feeling a sense of cold finality in the air. the house was quiet now, but the tension still lingered.

despite the chaos, we still had a mission to complete: jake’s hideout was waiting. i turned to danielle, who was sitting on the couch, still a bit shaken but recovering. “you can stay back if you’re not feeling up to it,” i suggested. “we’ll handle this.” but she shook her head, determination flickering in her eyes. “i’m fine now. i’ll come with you.” we agreed to head to jake’s hideout in the evening, giving us some time to rest. as the hours passed, the house finally felt peaceful again. i let my guard down for a moment, knowing we had time before the next move.

just as i thought i could relax, my phone buzzed with a new message. i glanced at the screen and froze. it was from the same unknown number—jake. the message read: “you think you’ve got me cornered, but you don’t know the half of it. sunlight beach was just a preview. be careful, i’m always watching, and soon, you’ll be the one in danger.” the words sent a chill down my spine. i looked at my team, who were busy preparing for the evening ahead. they hadn’t seen the message yet, but i could already feel the weight of jake’s warning hanging over us.

chapter 6

it was evening now, and the air was thick with tension. we headed out to jake’s hideout location, the one minji had tracked earlier. our weapons were concealed carefully, making sure not to alert any nearby people. as we neared the location, my stomach twisted in anticipation. it was an abandoned small house near the beach, hidden away by thick bushes and overgrown trees. the perfect location for someone like jake—secluded, unnoticed. we exchanged brief glances before pulling out our weapons, preparing for whatever lay inside. i slowly opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest, but there was... nothing. the house was eerily empty, bare of any signs of life.

i moved through the rooms, checking every corner, but found nothing. no clues, no traps, nothing to indicate that we were in the right place. minji frowned, glancing at the walls. “this doesn’t make sense. either i got the wrong location, or... this is a trap.” before i could respond, the sound of darts whizzing through the air broke my thoughts. tranquilizer darts. they hit us one by one, each dart embedding into our bodies with a sickening thud. my vision blurred as i turned toward the window, catching a glimpse of jay standing outside, smirking darkly. i tried to raise my weapon, but my body was already succumbing to the drugs coursing through my veins. my knees buckled, and everything went black before i could even make a sound.

i slowly awoke in a dimly lit room. my head was throbbing, and the faint sting from the tranquilizer darts was still present in my limbs. my eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together what had happened. the walls were bare, and the air had a cold, metallic scent. as my vision cleared, i saw jay standing next to someone sitting in a grand chair. the figure was shrouded in darkness, their features concealed, but there was something unsettling about the way they sat, like they were waiting for something. or someone. i couldn’t move as we were all tied up, kneeling on the floor.

minji and danielle were also waking up, groggily sitting up beside me. their eyes met mine, exchanging confused glances, no doubt wondering the same thing i was—where the hell were we, and who was that in the chair? jay’s smirk widened as he noticed us regaining consciousness. “welcome to the party,” he taunted, but i barely registered his words. my mind was too focused on the figure in the chair, and the gnawing feeling that we were in far deeper than we realized.

the man in the chair leaned forward slowly, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face. my breath caught in my throat as he revealed his identity. no way... it was the sim jaeyun. the realization hit me like a truck, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to blur. minji and danielle were frozen in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. we’d been hunting this man for so long, and yet, here he was, sitting before us with a look of amusement on his face. he had just revealed himself so easily, so casually—far too easily.

i couldn’t wrap my mind around it. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to remain in the shadows, elusive, the mastermind we could never reach. and now, he was sitting there, in front of us, in the flesh. before i could process anything further, my heart sank. i watched in horror as jake—sim jaeyun—pulled out a gun with swift, practiced movements. he aimed it at danielle. “no!” i shouted, but it was too late. the sound of the gunshot rang out, and just like that, danielle was gone.

my breath hitched as jake turned the gun toward minji. my body froze in terror, but minji—always so calm, always so composed—looked at me. her eyes were soft, like she was saying goodbye, and then, with a small smile, she spoke. “don’t worry, y/n. i know you’ll finish the mission.” before i could even speak, the shot rang out again, and minji collapsed, her body crumpling to the ground. i couldn’t move. my eyes were locked on her lifeless form, the tears falling freely now as i watched my teammates—my family—fall one by one. i turned my gaze back to jake, my heart full of rage and disbelief. his cold, indifferent stare met mine. the tears burned down my face, mixing with the storm of emotions surging inside me. but it wasn’t over. not yet. i was still breathing. and i would make sure they didn't die in vain.

chapter 7

i stared at jake in disbelief, unable to fully process what had just happened. my mind was racing, but the scene in front of me was too overwhelming. the lifeless bodies of minji and danielle were still fresh in my mind, their faces haunting me, and yet, here i was, forced to look at the man who had killed them. without a word, jake sent jay out of the room, leaving us alone. the door clicked shut behind him, and the silence between jake and me felt suffocating. jake slowly stood up from the chair and walked toward me, each step purposeful. he stopped right in front of me, lifting my chin with the barrel of his gun, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"you don’t get it, do you?" he said, his voice low and cold. "i had to get rid of them. they were in the way of us." i recoiled, a flash of anger igniting inside me. "what do you mean, 'us'? we're in no relationship!" my voice was shaky, but i forced myself to stand firm. jake’s eyes softened for a moment, and then he replied in that calm, unnerving tone of his. "did you forget about that promise ring?" he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "that means i’ll never let go of you."

i blinked in confusion, my thoughts swirling. what was he talking about? the promise ring sunghoon had given me—it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, not like this. and yet, here jake was, claiming that it was a symbol of something much darker, much deeper than i could ever have imagined. i didn’t know what to say. my heart was pounding, my mind racing to make sense of his words, of everything that was happening. but i couldn't. it didn’t make sense. and yet, jake was here, standing right in front of me, and i knew that i had to make a decision. the question was... what was i going to do next?

before i could gather my thoughts to respond, the door to the room creaked open. jay stepped inside, his expression unreadable. jake glanced over at him, giving him a brief nod. "take her. we’re moving." without saying a word, jay walked over to me, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly. he yanked me to my feet, the ropes binding my wrists digging into my skin. my arms were still tied behind my back, and i struggled to maintain my balance as he guided me toward the door. i shot a glance at jake, but his face was unreadable, his eyes focused on something distant. i had no idea what he had planned, but one thing was clear: i was completely at his mercy now.

jay’s grip on me tightened as he guided me down a dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. we reached the outside of the building, and i squinted against the harsh light of the streetlamps. the night air was cool, sending a shiver through me. jay shoved me into the backseat of a black car, the cold leather seat pressing into my back. jake slid into the passenger seat without a word, his cold eyes never leaving me as jay took the driver's seat and started the engine. the car rolled out of the driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel, and soon, we were speeding down a deserted road. i tried to make sense of what was happening, but my thoughts were a tangled mess. where were we going? and why had jake gone to such lengths to keep me here? i turned my gaze to the rearview mirror, but jay's eyes met mine in the reflection, offering no answers—only the silence of the night.

the car finally came to a stop, its engine cutting off with a soft hum. my heart raced as i looked up at the imposing gates of a luxurious mansion. the driveway was long, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and tall trees that seemed to swallow the car's headlights. it looked like something out of a dream—except this one wasn’t a dream. it was my nightmare. jake wasted no time. he pulled me out of the backseat, his grip tight and unyielding, his fingers digging into my arm. the cold air outside only made the situation feel more surreal, like i was trapped in some strange version of reality that i couldn’t escape. we walked up to the grand entrance, my footsteps hesitant and slow as i tried to process everything.

the mansion’s doors opened with a heavy creak, and i was led inside, the warmth of the house doing little to soothe the unease gnawing at me. jake guided me through the halls with a firm hand, his presence looming over me like a shadow. as we entered a room, i froze. my heart skipped a beat when i saw what was inside. the walls were covered with photographs—pictures of me, my team, moments frozen in time, like a twisted shrine to our lives. but it wasn’t just the pictures. files with our personal information were scattered across the tables, and plans were pinned to a massive bulletin board in the center of the room. it was like jake had been watching our every move for so long, anticipating our every step. i felt a chill crawl down my spine as i took in the room's contents. jake noticed my hesitation and leaned closer, his voice low. "you see, y/n, i’ve been planning this for a long time. everything has been leading up to this." his grip on my arm tightened, making sure i couldn’t look away from the madness around me.

chapter 8

jake’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze never leaving mine. "you see, y/n, all these years of following you, watching you, it was never just about the mission. i developed... feelings. dangerous ones. and i realized it wasn’t just obsession—it was love." his voice, though calm, had an undercurrent of something more sinister, like he was trying to convince me of something i didn’t want to hear. i stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. love? how could he even say that after everything he had done? after what he had taken from me? my mind raced with all the terrible memories—the betrayals, the deaths, the fear. there was no way i could love him back. not after everything. not after the destruction he caused.

jake seemed to read the doubt in my eyes and took a step closer, his voice turning soft, almost pleading. "i know you’re confused. but i’ve been patient, waiting for the right moment to show you what we could have together." he glanced at me for a brief second, almost as if waiting for me to say something, anything. but i couldn’t bring myself to speak. i wanted to scream at him, ask how he could justify everything he did, how he could call what he felt love when it was so twisted. but as i looked at him, i couldn’t deny that he was… well, attractive. when he revealed his face earlier, i had to admit, i couldn’t ignore the way my heart skipped a beat. but that was it. nothing more. 

he was probably surrounded by women who didn’t question his actions or who he was. he had the power, the charm, the allure—things i could never have. i shook my head slightly, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions rising within me. "how could i love you after everything you've done?" i whispered under my breath, not sure if he even heard me. but jake was relentless, his hand brushing against my cheek, his touch strangely gentle despite the dark words that followed. "you will, y/n. you’ll see. you’ll understand soon enough."

jake’s fingers deftly untied the rope binding my arms, and for a split second, i thought i could escape, that maybe, just maybe, i could get out of this. but before i could even think of making a move, i lashed out at him, my hands balled into fists, aiming for his chest. i wasn’t going to let him win, not like this. but jake was prepared. he dodged and blocked every one of my attacks, his movements calm and measured. it was like he had anticipated this, knew exactly how i would react in my emotional turmoil. he wasn’t surprised by my resistance, and that realization made my chest tighten even more.

in one swift move, he grabbed me, his grip firm as he pushed me backward. before i could even brace myself, my body hit the bed behind me, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. i struggled, trying to shove him off, but jake held me down, his body pressed against mine. i could feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth, like honey. "y/n," he whispered, his words dripping with false comfort. "you don’t need to fight me. you don’t need to be scared. i’ve been here all along, haven’t i? you’ve always known i was meant to be with you." his voice was almost hypnotic, coaxing me into submission, making my body feel heavy, like i couldn’t escape his hold, no matter how much i tried. tears stung my eyes, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion and pain. his words were poison, eating away at my resolve. i hated how easy it was for him to manipulate me, how easily he saw through the walls i had built to protect myself.

his fingers brushed my cheek gently, wiping away a tear that escaped. “you’re not weak, y/n,” he murmured, as if trying to reassure me, but it only made me feel more vulnerable, more exposed. i couldn’t accept his words, couldn’t bring myself to believe him. this wasn’t love. this was control, obsession, and cruelty wrapped in a smile. but no matter how many times i told myself that, i couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. i felt powerless, like every punch i threw was nothing more than a feeble attempt to fight back against something much stronger than i was. i threw another punch at his chest, but it landed with no force, just a soft thud. it felt pathetic, like everything about me had become pathetic. i was trapped, drowning in my own emotions as jake held me close, his grip unyielding.

i hated how emotionally weak i was in that moment, how jake's words seeped into my mind and twisted everything i believed. my heart ached, my chest heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. the anger inside me was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it couldn’t break through. no matter how hard i tried to push him away, his presence just seemed to fill every space around me, suffocating me. “why...? why me?” the question escaped my lips before i could stop it, a desperate plea for some kind of explanation, something that would make sense of all this madness.

i needed to understand—why me? out of everyone, why did he fixate on me like this? jake’s expression softened, and for a moment, it almost looked like he cared. his voice, when he spoke, was still soothing, like he was trying to calm me down, like he thought he had all the answers i was looking for. “because you’re the one i was always meant to find, y/n. you’ve always been the one. you’ve always been mine, whether you realized it or not.” his words were like a lullaby, and i hated how they made my heart flutter despite myself.

chapter 9 (smut)

jake's lips were soft against my skin as he placed small, lingering kisses across my face. each kiss felt like a cruel reminder of my helplessness, of how trapped i was in this nightmare. his touch felt almost tender, but there was no denying the darkness behind it. he kissed my tears away, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a gentle, almost soothing motion, like he was trying to erase the evidence of my pain. "everything will be alright now, with me," he whispered, his voice so calm and certain.

it was as if he believed every word he said, like he truly thought this was the solution—like his twisted affection could make everything better. i couldn’t push him away. not now, not in this moment when my body felt weak and my mind was clouded by confusion. i knew i should resist, that i should fight back with everything i had, but the weight of his presence, the way he held me, made it almost impossible to find the strength to do so. i hated how vulnerable i was, how his control over me felt so complete. every part of me screamed that this was wrong, but in that moment, i couldn’t seem to break free.

his actions now felt so out of place compared to the cold, calculating man i once knew. it was as if a switch had been flipped in him, revealing a side i never thought existed—the tender, almost affectionate side of jake. the ruthless, dangerous figure that had stalked me, manipulated my every move, was now gone. in his place was someone who held me gently, spoke softly, as if he truly cared.

was this what he wanted all along? was this his twisted idea of love, of affection? to spend an eternity with me, to keep me by his side, no matter the cost? his touch, his words, everything about this moment felt so surreal, like i was caught in a dream. i tried to push the thought away, to remind myself of everything he'd done, but something inside me faltered. could this really be who he was now? or was i just fooling myself, letting his manipulations take hold?

jake's lips met mine unexpectedly, catching me completely off guard. i gasped into the kiss, the surprise muffled by his lips as they pressed gently but insistently against mine. his hand moved to cup my face, fingers brushing lightly across my skin as if he were trying to memorize every detail. his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his touch possessive yet somehow tender, as if this moment was something he had longed for. i couldn't react immediately—my mind was a whirl of confusion, panic, and disbelief. everything felt so foreign, so wrong, and yet, there was an undeniable pull i couldn’t explain.

jake’s lips trailed down my neck, his kisses light and almost teasing, causing a sharp gasp to escape me. i couldn’t believe this was happening, his touch strangely tender, almost affectionate. it made my stomach churn with confusion and self-loathing. “jake… no-” i tried to protest, but he cut me off, his voice soothing yet commanding, “shh, don’t worry.” his words sent a strange shiver through me, his reassurance not comforting, but unnerving. he was trying to control the situation, trying to control me. but i couldn’t stop myself from reacting, my body betraying my mind as his kisses continued down, each one more insistent than the last.

i felt jake's body move against mine, his hardness pressing against me with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down my spine. i tried to cover my mouth, whimpering softly as he ground against me, but jake's hand closed around mine and pulled it away. "i want to hear you," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and husky. his words sent a surge of fear through me, but i was powerless to stop the sounds escaping from between my lips—soft whimpers and moans that seemed to fuel jake's desire.

jake's fingers deftly worked the zipper of my pants, and i felt a surge of panic as he slowly pulled them down. but instead of removing them completely, he left me in just my underwear, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. my whimpering grew more insistent as he reached for my shirt buttons, his fingers moving with a gentle precision that belied the intensity of our situation. he slipped it off my shoulders, and i felt his hands close around mine once more—this time to massage my breasts with a tender intimacy that sent shivers coursing through me.

jake's fingers danced across my skin, his touch sending sparks of sensation through me as he removed his clothes. i felt a flutter in my chest as he revealed himself to me, his member hard and ready. his voice was low and husky as he whispered in my ear - "you can take it, you were made for me" - the words dripping with possessiveness and confidence. i felt a shiver run down my spine as i gazed up at him, his eyes burning with an intensity that left me breathless.

i tried to push jake away, my hands scrabbling at his chest as he slowly began to enter me. but he was too strong, too insistent, and i felt myself being pulled back down into the darkness of our passion. tears streamed down my face as the pain washed over me, a burning sensation that threatened to consume me whole. i knew it couldn't be happening—this wasn't who i was, but all that mattered was the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each passing moment as jake's thrusts quickened and deepened.

my whimpers gradually gave way to moans as jake's movements became more insistent, his thrusts driving me deeper into the pleasure he caused. i tried to look away to escape the intensity of our connection, but jake's hand closed around my face, holding it in place as he whispered reassurances in my ear—“don't worry y/n, don't be shy, i'm here.” his words were a gentle counterpoint to the roughness of our lovemaking, and i felt myself relaxing into his touch even as my body continued to respond with abandon.

i felt myself building towards a climax, my body trembling with anticipation as i whispered the words "i'm close" into jake's ear. he responded with a low, husky growl—“go on, come for me”—his voice urging me towards release. and then, in perfect rhythm, he let out a groan of his own, signaling that he was close too. the tension between us snapped like a rubber band, and we both came crashing down into the abyss of our pleasure.

as our bodies released their pent-up tension, jake slid down beside me, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. he held me close, his chest heaving with exertion as he whispered words that sent shivers down my spine—"i hope you understand now how much i love you." his voice was low and husky, filled with emotion and conviction. i felt his heart beating against mine, and for a moment, the chaos of our passion subsided, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy.

[stormyfog]

silent serenade 🎤

yandere idol jungwon x fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

you’ve been a dedicated fan of enhypen ever since their debut in 2020, collecting every album, attending concerts, and supporting them through every milestone. your bias, jungwon, always had a special place in your heart, and you couldn’t help but focus your camera on him during every performance. unbeknownst to you, jungwon noticed your unwavering attention, his gaze occasionally finding yours in the crowd. over time, he found himself growing curious about the fan who always seemed to have eyes only for him. now, in 2024, you receive an email from belift lab, announcing that you’ve won a one-on-one fan interaction with enhypen. you’re overjoyed, thinking your luck has finally turned, but what you don’t know is that it wasn’t luck at all—jungwon personally ensured your name was added to the list, a quiet choice hidden among those who won by purchasing stacks of albums.

excitement coursed through you as you packed your bags, carefully choosing outfits that struck the perfect balance between stylish and casual. this wasn’t just any trip—it was the opportunity of a lifetime. with your plane ticket to south korea booked, you made sure to reserve a hotel near one of the belift lab buildings, where the highly anticipated fan interaction event was set to take place. as you folded your favorite enhypen hoodie into your suitcase, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of meeting jungwon and the rest of the group in person. it felt like a dream finally coming true, and you were determined to make the most of every moment.

the moment you arrived in south korea, a wave of exhilaration washed over you. you settled into your cozy hotel room, the fan event just two days away. to pass the time, you logged into instagram account, ‘kittiewonnie,’ a playful nod to jungwon’s cat-like personality. feeling the excitement bubbling within you, you snapped a quick selfie in your casual outfit and posted it with the caption, “can’t wait to meet enhypen soon!” almost instantly, your fellow engenes filled the comments with kind words and excitement. among the replies, one stood out: “you look so pretty,” from an account named ‘jungwon_irl.’ the account had been your very first follower when you made your fan page in 2023. they never posted anything and only followed other fan accounts, but they never failed to like and comment on every single one of your posts. you’d always assumed it was just another dedicated fan sharing the same joy, but little did you know, it was jungwon himself, quietly keeping tabs on you in secret.

the day had finally arrived. you slipped into your enhypen hoodie—the one from their ‘walk the line’ tour—and made your way to the belift building, your heart pounding with anticipation. as you approached the venue, you could hear the distant hum of excitement from fellow fans, and security guards were busy guiding everyone to their designated spots inside the building. once inside, the energy in the air was electrifying. fans chattered excitedly, their faces lit up with joy as they eagerly awaited their chance to meet the group. you couldn’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration when you finally caught sight of them—enhypen. the moment felt surreal, as though you were dreaming. jungwon stood there, his presence commanding yet warm, and you could feel your pulse quicken. this was really happening.

you quickly remembered the instructions belift had sent you when you first received the email. you had to wait your turn in line, and no one was allowed to go overboard with their interactions. it was all set up neatly—enhypen members were sitting in chairs with a table in front of them, while there were chairs set up across for the fans. the excitement in the room was palpable, and you could barely contain your nervous energy. each fan had five minutes to interact with their chosen member, take selfies, and even give gifts. you had spent hours making personalized keychains for each member, each one representing their animal spirit. it was something you were really proud of, and you couldn’t wait to give them to the boys. as you looked around, you noticed how carefully organized everything was, and your heart began to race. it was your turn soon, and jungwon would be the first one you’d meet.

chapter 2

jungwon couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, his gaze lingering as he noticed how shy you were to meet him. he chuckled softly, amused by your nervousness, before your turn finally came. as you shyly greeted him, you handed him the cat keychain you made, and his face immediately lit up in a way that made your heart skip a beat. “this is so thoughtful,” he said, his smile genuine. “i love cats! thank you so much, it’s perfect.” you could feel the warmth of his appreciation, making you glad he liked it. "i'm so happy you like it!" you said softly, feeling a little more at ease as he smiled at you.

you nervously asked, "um, do you mind if we take a selfie?" and to your surprise, jungwon eagerly agreed, his eyes lighting up. “of course! let’s make it cute,” he said, grinning. he raised his hand to make a heart next to your face, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he leaned in, the soft touch making your pulse race. “aww!” you heard a few fans exclaim behind you. you smiled shyly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, and jungwon held your hand for a moment, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made you feel like you were the only person in the room. "you’re so cute when you’re shy," he commented with a gentle laugh. “it makes me want to protect you even more.”

as you pulled out your album and photo card for him to sign, jungwon continued to shower you with compliments. “your style is amazing,” he said, glancing at your outfit with admiration. “you look so pretty.” his words made your heart flutter as you placed your items in front of him. “thank you… you’re so sweet,” you stammered, trying not to get lost in the moment. he smiled as he signed the page, taking his time and making sure his handwriting was perfect. “i think you're more than just pretty, though. you have this, like, unique vibe that makes you stand out.” his voice was soft but sincere, and you felt like time had slowed as he focused on you. as he slipped a small piece of paper inside the album, he whispered, “it’s a surprise for later. i hope you’ll like it.” his attention felt entirely focused on you, making your heart race in ways you couldn’t control. everything about this interaction was perfect, but deep down, you couldn’t help but feel there was something deeper in his eyes—something more intense—that made you wonder if his feelings went beyond just kindness.

as you continued greeting the other members, you gave them the keychains you’d made, each one representing their animal. they all seemed genuinely happy with the gift, each of them thanking you with a bright smile that made your heart flutter. you felt a sense of pride, glad that they appreciated the little gesture. but as you moved through the line, something caught your attention. jungwon hadn't held any of the other fans' hands, nor had he taken selfies with them. you thought it was strange, but maybe you were just overthinking it. after all, he was probably tired after the long day of meeting fans. you quickly brushed it off, telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. maybe he was just focused on you for that moment, nothing more. but deep down, a small, nagging feeling lingered. something about it didn’t sit right, but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

the event finally came to a close, and you couldn’t contain your happiness. you picked up a few pieces of merch from the small booth they had set up, your arms full of souvenirs that would forever remind you of the day. afterward, you chatted with other engenes, bonding over how incredible the experience was. you even ended up befriending three fans: yunjin, sakura, and kazuha. you all exchanged instagram handles, excited to stay in touch and share your love for enhypen. laughing and chatting together, everything felt perfect. what you didn’t know, though, was that jungwon was standing by the building window, watching the whole interaction unfold. he stood there silently, his eyes narrowed in a mix of jealousy and possessiveness, as he watched you laugh and make new friends. but to you, the world seemed bright and carefree, unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes.

as you made your way back to your hotel room, a wave of excitement and exhaustion hit you all at once. you couldn't stop smiling, replaying each moment in your head, and felt grateful for everything. as you sat on the edge of your bed, your phone buzzed with notifications from your new friends—yunjin, sakura, and kazuha—each of them sending you messages filled with excitement. you replied, still buzzing with happiness, but something about your phone’s battery dying felt like a sign you needed to rest. jungwon, meanwhile, returned to his dorm and immediately checked your instagram. he liked and commented on your post from earlier, filled with pictures from the event, and saved every single photo to his camera roll, savoring each moment you shared with him.

as jungwon scrolled through the pictures on his camera roll, a sense of longing washed over him. he couldn't help but always feel drawn to y/n’s bright smile, her eyes sparkling with joy in every frame. the memories from the event came flooding back, and he felt his heart ache with a deep yearning to be closer to her. without thinking twice, jungwon's hand reached for his cock, already hardening as he jerked off to the photos of y/n that he'd saved. these fleeting moments captured in time were enough to drive him wild with desire.

chapter 3

the next morning, as sunlight filtered through your hotel window, you remembered the note jungwon had slipped into your album. curious, you quickly grabbed the album from your bag and unfolded the small piece of paper. written neatly in his handwriting was a phone number, accompanied by a tiny heart drawn next to it. your thoughts raced—how could an idol give away their phone number so easily? it felt surreal, and you questioned if it was even real. still, curiosity got the best of you, and you typed out a message: "hi, this is jungwon, right? you gave me a piece of paper with this number on it." moments later, your phone buzzed with a reply: "hi, y/n! yes, this is jungwon, hru?" your heart skipped a beat as you stared at the screen, hardly believing what was happening.

how did jungwon know your name? you never told him during the event yesterday, but the thought was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he was texting you. you replied, "i'm good, hbu?" and his response came almost instantly: "i'm doing good as well." doubts lingered in your mind—what if this was a prank? testing your theory, you asked him to send a selfie to prove it was really him. within moments, a photo of jungwon appeared on your screen, smiling softly with a peace sign. your heart raced as you stared at the picture, and then another message followed: "why don’t you send me a selfie too, cutie?" the pet name made your cheeks burn, but you quickly pulled yourself together and sent a photo of yourself, your fingers trembling as you hit send.

jungwon replied, "you look pretty, as always." the simple compliment sent your heart soaring, filling you with a mix of disbelief and happiness. the two of you texted for a while, casually chatting about your day and other small things. at one point, you mentioned how sad you were about having to leave tomorrow, explaining that you’d already booked your flight back home. his response was odd: "maybe you might stay longer, who knows?" it left you a little confused, but you brushed it off, chalking it up to him just being playful. the next morning, as you were packing your things, you received an unexpected text from the airline saying your flight had been canceled. confused, you checked the news, but there were no reports of bad weather or issues at the airport. jungwon, on the other hand, had been the one to cancel your flight. using hacking tutorials he’d found online, he had exploited the public wi-fi you connected to during the event and accessed your phone, making sure you wouldn’t leave him so soon.

thinking it was likely an internal issue with the airline, you shrugged it off and decided to spend some time on instagram. you opened the group chat you had created with yunjin, sakura, and kazuha, aptly named ‘engenes4ever,’ and sent a quick message: "looks like my flight got canceled :( guess i'm stuck here for a bit longer!" the others were quick to respond, flooding the chat with messages like, "omg, lucky!" and "more time in korea means more memories!" their excitement cheered you up a bit, and you figured you’d try rebooking the flight later. little did you know, your unexpected delay was all part of someone else's plan.

wanting to make the most of your extended stay, you decided to step outside and take some pictures to capture the memories. as the hours passed, your stomach started to growl, so you stopped by a nearby 7/11 to grab some snacks. you wandered through the aisles, scanning the shelves for anything that looked appetizing. just as you reached for a pack of chips, you accidentally bumped into someone, sending your snacks tumbling to the ground. "oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! are you okay?" you exclaimed, crouching down to pick them up. when you looked up, your heart skipped a beat—it was jungwon. “we meet again, cutie!” he said with a warm smile, effortlessly kneeling to help gather your snacks.

jungwon handed me my snacks with a bright smile, saying, “i was just here to grab some food too.” he casually explained that the building where the fan event was held also had their dorms on the top floor, so this 7/11 was their go-to convenience store. then, as if it was nothing, he added, “oh, isn’t your hotel the one just down the street from here? it’s super close.” i froze for a moment, my mind racing. how did he know which hotel i was staying at? i hadn’t mentioned it to anyone—not even on social media. a strange sense of unease settled over me, but i forced a smile and nodded.

jungwon smiled warmly and said, “you know, i actually remember seeing you at our concerts. you were always in the crowd recording me, weren’t you?” my eyes widened in surprise. out of all the fans, how did he remember me? i was just one face in a sea of people. “wow, i didn’t think you’d notice,” i replied shyly. before i could say anything else, i glanced at the time and realized how late it was. “i should probably head back,” i said quickly. without missing a beat, jungwon offered, “let me walk you back to your hotel. it’s not safe to walk alone at night.” my mind raced, unsure of what to say, and in a flustered rush, i agreed, thinking it would be fine.

as we walked side by side, a nervous thought crossed my mind—what if someone saw us together? what if a fan recognized him and took a picture, spreading rumors about us ‘dating’? the idea made my heart race, but before i could voice my concerns, jungwon casually spoke up. “don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone calm, almost too calm. “i wouldn’t mind if people saw us together.” he smiled to himself, almost knowingly. i blinked in confusion, but before i could process what he meant, he added, “maybe it’ll even make them jealous.” a shiver ran down my spine as the thought lingered in my head. jungwon wanted to show the world how close we were, but little did i know, by ‘close,’ he meant something much darker—like obsessively stalking my instagram and saving every post, every picture of me for his own private collection.

chapter 4

the next morning, i was jolted awake by the constant pinging of my phone. blinking groggily, i reached for it, only to see numerous notifications flooding my screen. my heart dropped when i saw pictures of me and jungwon walking together yesterday, caught by a fan with a perfect shot. “oh no… is this really happening?” i whispered to myself, panic creeping in. i quickly opened the 99+ messages in my friends’ group chat, only to see their shock and excitement. they were all blown away by the pictures, sending me congratulatory messages and questions about what had happened. but then, i saw it—kazuha’s messages. her words were laced with a hint of jealousy, each message growing more unsettling as she asked if jungwon was ‘really into me.’ i could almost feel the tension building with every text, her possessive tone hard to ignore. was she really that jealous?

just as i was scrolling through the messages, my phone buzzed again. it was jungwon. his text read: “did you see the pictures of us? so cute, right?” i felt a knot forming in my stomach. i hesitated for a moment before replying, “aren’t you worried about this? about how people might react?” the reply came quickly, and his words only made my unease grow. “no, not worried at all. honestly, i’m just so happy. i’ve been wanting this for so long.” i stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keys. what did he mean by that? why did he seem so pleased when i felt like everything was starting to spiral out of control?

i sat on the bed, staring at my phone screen in disbelief. what does jungwon mean by ‘waiting for this for so long’? the thought lingered in my mind, making my stomach churn. i tried to shake it off, deciding to get ready and book my flight home. but as i opened every airline website i could think of, a message popped up each time, claiming there were ‘technical difficulties’ and that i wouldn’t be able to book a flight until next week. confused and frustrated, i looked at my phone again, only to see a flood of dms from kazuha on instagram. my heart sank as i opened them, my hands trembling. her words weren’t friendly anymore. they were full of anger and hate, even death threats, calling me all sorts of awful things. what happened to her? i couldn’t believe the person who was so kind to me during the event was now sending me these hateful messages. i felt a weight settle in my chest. this wasn’t the kazuha i had befriended. something had shifted, and i didn’t know if i could handle what was coming next.

as i sat there processing kazuha’s hateful messages, my phone buzzed again. it was jungwon. “is kazuha bothering you?” he texted. my heart skipped a beat. how did he know about her messages? i hadn’t told anyone. “how do you know?” i replied hesitantly, my fingers trembling over the screen. his response came almost immediately. “i just don’t like it when someone is being mean to you. you don’t deserve that.” his words seemed protective, but there was an unsettling undertone to them. he was acting like he knew me personally, like we’d been close for years, and yet we’d only truly met at the event.

i didn’t know how to respond to jungwon’s text. on one hand, his concern felt sweet and caring, but on the other, it was starting to feel overwhelming. how did he know about kazuha’s messages? why did he act like we were so close when we barely knew each other? i told myself i was probably overthinking it—he was just being nice, right? but the feeling of unease lingered, making me question everything about this strange turn of events.

a couple of days had passed, and kazuha had stopped messaging me. i felt relieved but anxious at the same time, as if the quiet was too unnatural. sakura and yunjin had been checking in with me, clearly worried. then, out of nowhere, yunjin texted the group chat, “omg, guys! turn on your tv right now!” i scrambled for the remote, turning it on to see breaking news about someone who had taken their own life. my heart sank as the anchor revealed the identity of the person—it was kazuha. my body froze in shock, unable to process it. what could have led her to do this? meanwhile, jungwon, who knew about kazuha's behavior, had been using an undercover account to manipulate her, twisting her thoughts and emotions until she reached the point of no return.

as i sat there in shock, my phone buzzed with another text from jungwon. “are you watching the news right now?” he asked. my hands trembled as i typed back, “yes… how did you know?” his reply came almost instantly, “she deserved it.” my stomach churned at his words. confused and increasingly worried, i hesitated before asking, “jungwon… did you have something to do with this?” there was a brief pause before he responded, “there's no need to worry now, cutie. everything’s taken care of.” my blood ran cold as i stared at his message, trying to understand what was really going on.

chapter 5

unable to handle the paranoia any longer, i called jungwon, my hands shaking as i held the phone to my ear. the moment he answered, i blurted out, “what is going on, jungwon? why are you acting so weird towards me?” there was a moment of silence before he chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “i was waiting for the right moment to confess my feelings to you,” he said, his tone calm but unnervingly possessive. “but i guess you’ve forced my hand.” my heart raced as he continued, “yes, that instagram account was mine. and yes, i’ve been following you whenever you leave your hotel. i just wanted to protect you... to be close to you.” his words felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, and i could barely breathe as the reality of his obsession began to sink in.

before i could process his confession, i heard muffled cries in the background. my stomach dropped as i asked, “what’s that sound, jungwon?” he responded nonchalantly, “oh, that’s sakura. she’s here with me, tied up in a chair.” my blood ran cold. “what? jungwon, what are you doing?! why is she there?” he let out a low chuckle, the sound sending chills through me. “your friends, sakura and yunjin, aren’t as kind as you think they are,” he said, his voice calm but laced with malice. “they’re jealous of you too. when that picture of us walking together went online, they couldn’t hide their envy.” he brought the phone closer to sakura, and i could hear her muffled cries and struggling.

my voice trembled as i begged, “please, jungwon, don't hurt her. just let her go.” but there was no mercy in his eyes. without a word, he facetimed me, and the moment his face appeared on the screen, my breath caught in my throat. behind him, i saw sakura’s lifeless body, her eyes wide open, a deep cut across her throat, blood staining the floor beneath her. the dim, cold atmosphere around him made it clear—he was in some abandoned warehouse, the eerie silence adding to the horror of the moment. tears welled in my eyes as i stared, horrified, at the sight. jungwon’s smile was twisted, the blood on his face a chilling reminder of what he had done. “it’s too late,” he said coldly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “she couldn’t save herself, and neither can you.”

jungwon’s words echoed in my mind like a haunting whisper, “if you tell anyone or try to go to the police... you'll be next.” the gravity of his threat sunk in as the screen went black after he hung up. i sat there, trembling, my mind racing with panic and fear. the thought of losing everything—the safety i had, the peace i once had—was terrifying. what could i do? if i stayed silent, i’d be trapped in this nightmare, but if i tried to speak out, jungwon would make sure there were no survivors. the weight of his warning crushed me, leaving me to contemplate my next move, unsure of who i could trust or where i could turn.

i quickly texted yunjin, asking if she was okay. to my relief, she replied that she was fine—looks like jungwon hadn't gotten to her, at least not yet. she then asked if i was okay, and i replied, “yeah,” trying my hardest to sound normal, not wanting to raise any suspicion. just as i sent my message, a notification popped up on my phone—it was from jungwon: “you better not tell her anything.” my heart skipped a beat. i quickly typed back to yunjin, suggesting we meet up at a café, and to my surprise, she agreed without hesitation. i tried to convince myself that everything would be fine, but deep down, i knew things were far from okay.

i met up with yunjin at the café, but she immediately noticed the unease on my face. “is everything okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. i forced a smile and nodded. “yeah, i'm fine.” as we sat down at a table, i couldn't help but glance around, scanning the area for any sign of jungwon. my heart raced with each person who walked by, but there was no sign of him. little did i know, he was sitting just a few tables away, his face partially hidden by a cap and mask, watching me intently. i quickly shot yunjin a hand sign, signaling for help. without hesitation, she caught on, her eyes widening in realization. she subtly nodded, ready to act.

i leaned in closer to yunjin, lowering my voice as i whispered, “yunjin, something’s going on. jungwon... he's been following me. i think he might be watching us right now.” at first, she looked at me skeptically, clearly thinking i was overreacting. but when i pulled up my texts with jungwon, her face instantly shifted from doubt to disbelief. she read through the messages, her eyes widening as she processed the situation. “oh my god, y/n... this is... this is serious,” she muttered. without hesitation, she grabbed my hand. “come with me. you can stay at my place tonight, okay? it’s not safe for you alone right now.” i nodded, relieved to have her support. as we quietly exited the café, i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us. what i didn’t know was that jungwon was still there, silently listening, his eyes never leaving us as we left.

chapter 6

as yunjin and i made our way to her home, i couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being followed. i kept glancing over my shoulder, but i never saw anyone suspicious. we entered the house, and yunjin reassured me, “you can rest in my room upstairs while i make some food.” grateful, i made my way upstairs and lay down on her bed, exhausted. the comfort of the space allowed me to finally relax, and before i knew it, i had drifted off to sleep. but my rest was short-lived. i was jolted awake by the sound of something shattering downstairs—then a blood-curdling scream that sent a chill down my spine. my heart raced as panic set in. what was that? and who was screaming?

i rushed downstairs, panic flooding my veins. my heart stopped when i saw yunjin’s body on the kitchen floor, blood pooling around her lifeless form. i dropped to my knees beside her, desperately shaking her, pleading for her to wake up, but it was no use. she was gone. the sound of footsteps behind me made my blood run cold. a voice i knew all too well, cold and sinister, whispered, “there you are.” i turned to see jungwon standing there, his face expressionless. tears streamed down my face as i choked out, “how... how did you get inside?” he shrugged nonchalantly. “the backdoor was unlocked,” he said, as if it were nothing. fear surged through me, and without thinking, i bolted for the stairs, my only goal to get away. i slammed yunjin’s bedroom door behind me, locking it before scrambling into the closet. my hands trembled as i reached for my phone in my pocket, but it wasn’t there. i had left it downstairs, and now i was completely trapped.

jungwon's voice echoed through the room as he called for me, his tone cold and demanding. “i know you're there, y/n, open up!” his words were followed by the sound of the door splintering as he broke it open with ease. i quickly pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. my heart was pounding in my chest as i heard his footsteps getting closer. “y/n, come out right now so that i don't have to make things harder for you than it already is,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. the implication was clear: i had broken the one rule he had given me—don’t tell anyone. and now, it seemed like there would be consequences for my disobedience.

i thought i had a chance to escape when i heard the sound of jungwon's footsteps fading away, and for a moment, i dared to believe he was gone. quietly, i stepped out of the closet, my heart still racing, but as soon as i turned around, i felt a sharp force slam into me from behind. i gasped as jungwon tackled me to the ground, his weight pressing me into the floor. “found you, cutie!” he said, his voice laced with a twisted satisfaction as he pinned my arms above my head. tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as i struggled beneath him, not knowing what to say or how to stop him. he noticed my tears and smirked, his grip tightening. “why are you crying, cutie? i thought you liked me? no, loved me? i love seeing your instagram account and all the posts you make of me!” his words sent a chill down my spine, and i felt trapped, unable to escape his suffocating grasp.

i could barely catch my breath, my chest tight with fear and confusion as i looked up at him. “why... why are you doing this?” i asked, my voice shaking. his gaze softened for a split second before his lips curled into a grin. “do you not remember what i told you before?” he replied, his tone almost patronizing, as if i were missing the simplest truth. “i'm doing this because i love you. you've been a fan of me ever since i debuted, but now... let me be a fan of yours.” his words hung in the air, heavy with madness. he truly believed this was love.

i could barely form the words as the dread slowly crept into my mind. “but how will you hide all of this?” i asked, my voice barely above a whisper. jungwon’s smile didn't falter as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “don’t worry about that, cutie,” he said, his tone dark and reassuring at the same time. “i’ve always been good at keeping secrets. and no one will ever know about us.” his hand brushed against my cheek, sending a chill down my spine. “you’re mine now, and that’s all that matters.”

i asked jungwon what he was going to do with me. i then felt a shiver run down my spine as jungwon spoke, his tone dripping with menace. “well, we can do this the easy way,” he said, his voice low and husky. “i can take a shower to get all this blood off me, and change. maybe we can shower together... and we can walk together to my dorm! or… we can do this the hard way…” he paused for dramatic effect before pulling out a syringe from his pocket. the needle glinted in the dim light of the room, its presence seeming to draw all attention away from anything else. i could feel my heart racing faster now, pounding in my chest like a drumbeat warning me of impending doom. jungwon's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he held up the syringe, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

chapter 7

as i agreed to jungwon's proposal, a little sense of relief washed over me. maybe this was the best way to get out of this situation without things escalating further. he disappeared downstairs for a few minutes, returning with a duffle bag filled with fresh clothes—including my own, which he must have taken from my hotel room earlier. we undressed in silence, avoiding his gaze. the air was thick with tension as i hesitated for a moment before moving towards the shower together. under the warm water, we stood side by side, our bodies inches apart but not touching as we rinsed off the sweat and grime of our ordeal. after jungwon and i showered together, we changed into the fresh clothes he had gotten for us.

me and jungwon then headed toward his dorm near my hotel, his hand gripping mine tightly the entire walk. i couldn't believe the whirlwind of emotions running through me—fear, confusion, and… love? a small part of me unwilling to admit that the boy i once admired had turned into this obsessive version of himself. jungwon, however, seemed completely at ease, smiling as if everything was normal. when we reached the building, he led me inside and took me to the top floor where his dorm was, his excitement almost childlike as he unlocked the door.

jungwon led me into his dorm, and the first thing i noticed was how clean and organized it was—almost too perfect, like he had been preparing for this moment. but then my eyes landed on it. right in front of his desk was a collage of pictures of me, carefully arranged, some with hearts drawn over them in red marker. my stomach twisted as i tried to process what i was seeing. “do you like it?” jungwon asked, his voice filled with anticipation. i couldn’t bring myself to respond, frozen in shock. sensing my hesitation, he added with a soft smile, “don’t worry, you’ll learn to love me soon.”

it had been a week since jungwon had held me captive in his dorm. every day felt like a surreal blur—he would feed me, shower with me, kiss me, as if we were a normal couple. but it wasn’t normal. none of this was. one afternoon, jungwon casually brought up how another picture of us had gone viral. “it’s the one from when i was bringing you here,” he said with a proud smile. i froze. i had no idea about it—my phone had been left behind at yunjin’s house… or so i thought. but then i realized. jungwon must’ve taken it from me, keeping it hidden this entire time.

i quietly nodded to him, not daring to say anything as he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me on the couch. his touch was gentle, but it only made my skin crawl. jungwon grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, scrolling through until he found a cheesy romantic movie. “this one’s perfect for us,” he said softly, pressing play. i sat there, trapped in his embrace, forcing myself to stay calm while the cheerful music and over-the-top love scenes played on the screen.

jungwon’s eyes kept drifting to me every few minutes, and i tried my best to focus on the movie, pretending i didn’t notice. but when i finally caught him staring, he smirked. “you know,” he said, his tone playful yet unsettling, “we should recreate some of these scenes.” his eyes flicked to the screen just as a kiss scene transitioned into something steamier, his words making my heart race for all the wrong reasons. i looked away quickly, feeling my face heat up, unsure of what to say or do.

i felt my face heat up, flustered by his words. i mean, yeah, we’ve showered together and done things i never thought i’d do with someone, but this love—if i could even call it that—was so clearly forced. literally. yet, deep down, a part of me liked it. i’d always longed for a love like this... kind of. someone so devoted to me, even if it came with strings tied too tight. but at the same time, i knew i had to comply—i didn’t want to risk getting on jungwon’s bad side.

chapter 8 (smut)

jungwon noticed my flustered state, his eyes glinting with amusement. “you're so cute when you're like that,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. before i could respond, he gently turned my head, his hand resting on my cheek. his lips brushed against mine, soft at first, but then more insistent as he kissed me deeper. i widened my eyes in shock, my heart racing, but as the kiss continued, i couldn't help but slowly melt into it. a mix of confusion and desire swirled inside me—this love felt forced, yet there was a part of me that craved it, even if i wasn’t sure why.

the kiss deepened, becoming more intimate, just like the scene from the movie we were watching. jungwon’s hands were firm as they guided me, and before i could fully process it, he pushed me down onto the couch, his lips never leaving mine. my heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and something else i couldn’t quite name. it felt like the world around us had disappeared, leaving only the weight of his presence and the intensity of his kiss. i didn’t know how to respond, but i couldn’t pull away either.

jungwon's strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly off the couch. he carried me across the room, his grip tight and secure on my body. with a soft thud, he dropped me onto his bed—the mattress dipping under my weight. before i could even catch my breath, jungwon was on top of me again, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss that left me dizzy with desire. his mouth moved down to claim other territories too—tracing the curve of my neck with gentle kisses that sent shivers down my spine.

jungwon's lips trailed down my neck, feeling his teeth grazing lightly over my pulse point. my skin tingled wherever he touched, and i found myself arching into him instinctively. his hands roamed freely over my body, exploring every curve and dip, sending sparks of pleasure through me. i could feel his hardness pressing against me, and i knew he was ready to take things further. jungwon's mouth moved back up to mine, claiming it with a possessive kiss that left me breathless.

with a swift motion, jungwon undressed us both, revealing our bodies to each other in the dimly lit room. i felt a flutter in my chest as i caught a glimpse of his erect member before quickly looking away, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. but jungwon's eyes were already on me, drinking in the sight of my wetness. he let out a low chuckle, his voice husky with desire as he whispered “aww, my cutie is so wet for me already.”

jungwon's fingers spread my legs apart, and i felt his hardness pressing against me. he aligned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine with a gentle intensity. slowly, he began to enter me, the sensation of him pushing inside causing a sharp jolt of pain. but jungwon's grip on my hips was firm, holding me in place as he whispered reassurances in my ear—“don't worry, it'll be okay”—his words muffled by the soft kisses he planted on my skin. as he finally slipped inside me fully, i felt a sense of relief wash over me along with a thrill of excitement.

jungwon's slow, gentle movements at first had me whimpering softly into his ear, the sensation of him filling and emptying me sending shivers down my spine. but as he picked up pace, his strokes becoming more urgent and demanding, i found myself moaning louder with each passing moment. the sound of my own voice was a distant echo in my mind as jungwon's body moved against mine in a primal rhythm. my hips began to move instinctively in time with his, our bodies moving together like two pieces of a puzzle that were meant to fit perfectly.

jungwon's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful and insistent. i felt myself building towards a climax, my body tense with anticipation. “i'm close,” i whispered urgently into jungwon's ear, but he just smiled mischievously and told me to wait. “tell me who you belong to first, then you can come,” he said, his voice low and commanding. i hesitated for a moment before chanting his name like a mantra—“jungwon- ah! jungwon!”—the words echoing through my mind as i surrendered to the pleasure.

as i continued to chant jungwon's name, he finally relented, allowing me to release the pent-up tension and come undone. my body convulsed around him as i screamed out his name, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. jungwon's eyes locked onto mine, his face twisted in pleasure as he told me he was close too. and then, with one final thrust, he came inside of me, his seed filling me up and spilling out onto the sheets.

after his release, jungwon carefully got up and began to clean me up, his gentle touch a soothing balm to my still-sensitive skin. he wiped away the evidence of our passion, taking care of every inch of me with a tenderness that left me feeling cherished. once i was clean and comfortable, he slipped on his boxers and put on his shirt, but instead of putting it back on himself, he put it on me—the oversized shirt making me feel comfortable. we cuddled together under the covers, our bodies still entwined from our lovemaking. as we drifted off to sleep, i felt safe and content in jungwon's arms.

[stormyfog]

mine to keep 🔒

yandere bf niki x fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

i met niki through a dating app, and swiping right on him was the biggest mistake i’d ever made. at the time, it felt harmless—a quick match with a guy who was just a year older than me at 19, which i didn’t mind. his profile had been charming, his messages even more so, and when we met in person, his confidence and charisma swept me off my feet. i didn’t realize then that behind his captivating smile was a possessiveness i wasn’t prepared for—a side of him that would slowly, but surely, consume me.

when i told my friends—momo, tzuyu, and jay—that i finally had my first boyfriend, they were ecstatic for me. momo practically squealed, tzuyu smiled softly and called it “about time,” and jay gave me a playful nudge, saying, “he better treat you right, or he’ll have to deal with me.” since niki was my first boyfriend, i had no idea what to expect. the butterflies, the nervousness, the constant overthinking—it was all new to me, and my friends were my lifeline through it all. they offered advice, shared their own experiences, and told me to take things slow. “just be yourself,” momo had said. “if he’s the right guy, everything will fall into place.” at the time, i believed her.

niki invited me over to his house for a movie date, and i happily agreed. we ended up watching a horror movie, and every time a jumpscare popped up, i found myself gripping his hand tightly. he chuckled softly at my reactions, and i couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. but then i noticed something—niki wasn’t watching the movie at all. he was watching me. i turned to him, catching his gaze, and asked if something was wrong. “nothing,” he said with a small smile. “you just look so pretty.” his words made my cheeks burn, and i quickly turned back to the screen, trying to focus on the movie. before i could settle, niki gently turned my face back toward him, his hand soft on my cheek, and leaned in for a kiss. my mind raced, unsure of what to do, until i remembered what my friends had told me: just be yourself. with that in mind, i closed my eyes and accepted his kiss, letting myself get lost in the moment.

as the night went on, i realized it was getting late and told niki i should probably head home. he looked at me, his expression soft yet persuasive, and offered for me to stay the night instead. “it’s late,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “you’ll be safer here.” i hesitated, unsure if it was too soon for something like this, but then i reminded myself that this was probably normal when you start dating. after a moment of debating with myself, i nodded and agreed. “okay,” i said quietly, trying to ignore the nerves fluttering in my chest. niki smiled, leaning in to kiss my forehead, and led me to his room, where i couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty about what was to come.

that night, niki and i cuddled in his bed, his arms wrapped securely around me as we drifted off to sleep. the next morning, i woke up to find him still sound asleep, his peaceful expression making my heart flutter. i gently shook him awake, whispering that i needed to go, but instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer, his voice groggy as he mumbled, “no, don’t go yet.” he pressed soft, sleepy kisses across my face, his warmth making it impossible not to smile. i giggled at his reaction, feeling my cheeks heat up as i relaxed into his embrace, savoring the moment a little longer.

a few minutes later, niki finally got up and offered to drive me back to my house. i didn’t think much of it at the time and agreed, not realizing this was another mistake—now he knew where i lived. when we arrived, i said goodbye and thanked him for the ride, waving as he drove off. the moment i stepped inside, i pulled out my phone and texted my friends’ group chat, giving them a full update about what had happened. momo sent a string of heart emojis, tzuyu told me she wanted every single detail, and jay jokingly asked if niki had passed 'the big brother test' yet. i couldn’t help but laugh at their responses, feeling like everything was falling into place perfectly.

chapter 2

i had finally decided it was time to introduce niki to my friends. after all, things were getting more serious between us, and i knew my friends would want to meet him. we all planned to hang out at the mall, and niki was eager to join. when we met up, momo and tzuyu immediately started making ‘oooh’ sounds, teasing us about our relationship. niki just chuckled, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world. i couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but i was happy to see them getting along so well. jay, on the other hand, wasn’t as open with his emotions. he smiled and gave niki a friendly nod, but i could tell there was something in his eyes—a hint of jealousy, maybe? it wasn’t surprising, considering jay had been my childhood friend, and i knew he’d always looked out for me. still, i appreciated that he wasn’t letting his feelings get in the way of our fun. throughout the day, niki spoiled me by paying for all my things, something that made me both grateful and slightly uncomfortable. i didn’t want to feel indebted to him, but the way he smiled at me made it hard to refuse.

it had been a month since niki and i started dating, and while things were still good, i began noticing some subtle changes. he had become more protective of me, constantly telling me that i didn’t need my friends and that i deserved better. at first, i thought it was sweet, a sign that he cared about me, but then it started to feel a little... off. i didn’t think too much of it, chalking it up to the fact that he was my first boyfriend, and i didn’t know much about relationships. what really started to unsettle me was how he became more possessive, constantly checking in on me and questioning where i was or who i was with. i brushed it off, thinking maybe it was just his way of showing affection. what i didn’t know, though, was that he had already crossed a line. while i was asleep at night, niki had snuck into my house and inserted a chip into my phone, silently spying on me without me realizing. i didn’t suspect a thing, and i thought his possessiveness was just a normal part of being in a relationship. but in the back of my mind, something felt like it was slowly shifting.

as the days passed, i began to feel a growing unease about niki’s behavior. i couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, but i didn’t know how to confront him about it. so, i turned to my friends’ group chat, sharing my concerns and asking for their thoughts. momo, tzuyu, and jay all told me that it sounded like niki was becoming a little too overbearing, warning me to be careful. but i brushed off their advice, convincing myself that they didn’t understand. after all, niki was just being protective, right? he was my first boyfriend, and maybe i was just overthinking things. eventually, i stopped paying attention to their messages, silently pushing their concerns aside as i convinced myself that everything would be fine. niki’s love was just... intense. and i figured it was just part of being in a relationship.

niki’s words began to linger in my mind more and more. he started saying that i should move in with him, so we could be together all the time. at first, i hesitated, unsure if it was too soon for such a big step in our relationship. i didn’t know if it was the right decision, but the thought of always being close to him, never having to leave his side, started to feel comforting. niki promised it would be the best thing for us, that it would only bring us closer. my friends, however, didn’t feel the same. they warned me that moving in so soon was a huge leap and that i was rushing things. but i pushed their concerns aside, convincing myself that it would be fine. after all, niki was just looking out for me. so, i packed up my things, moving into his place. as i settled into our new life together, a strange feeling nagged at the back of my mind, but i ignored it, telling myself it was just the excitement of being in love.

another month passed, and niki’s possessiveness grew stronger with each passing day. he started insisting that i couldn’t see my friends anymore, claiming that they were a bad influence on me. if i wanted to go out, he wouldn’t let me leave without him by my side, always making sure he was there, watching my every move. at first, i thought it was just him being protective, but the constant surveillance and control began to wear on me. i started to feel trapped, suffocated by his need to always be around. regret started to creep in as i remembered my friends’ warnings, and i couldn’t help but wish i had listened to them. but now, i was too deep in the relationship, too tangled in his web of control. i wanted to talk to someone, but i was scared—scared of what niki might do if i did.

chapter 3

one evening, after yet another argument with niki about his possessiveness, i finally snapped. i told him he was being way too controlling, that i couldn’t breathe anymore with him always watching my every move. i tried to explain that i needed space, that i needed my own life outside of him. but as always, niki’s expression darkened, and he just stared at me, silent for a moment before walking out the door with a simple, “i’ll be back soon. i’m getting food for us.” as soon as he left, i quickly grabbed my phone, feeling a wave of desperation wash over me. i needed help, and fast. i texted my friends’ group chat, explaining everything that had been happening and asking them to help me get out of this situation. i even sent them niki’s address, hoping they could come and get me. no sooner had i sent the message, i heard niki’s car pull out of the driveway. i breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking i had some time. little did i know, niki wasn’t really getting food—he used the chip he put in my phone to track my every move. he saw my friends' car pull into the driveway, and without hesitation, he followed them in his own car, a sickening feeling of dread building in my stomach.

as jay drove, my friends quickly noticed a car following closely behind us. they exchanged nervous glances, and jay’s grip tightened on the wheel. he pulled into his driveway, trying to shake niki off, but it was too late. niki parked his car and got out, storming toward us with a look of fury. without a word, jay jumped out of the car, ready to confront him. the two of them squared off, words turning into shoves, and it escalated into a full-on fight. i watched helplessly from the car, heart racing as the sounds of punches and grunts filled the air. the fight was intense, neither of them giving an inch, but in the end, it ended in a standstill. both of them were exhausted, bruised, but neither had emerged victorious. with a final glare, niki retreated to his car and sped off, leaving us in the quiet aftermath. i rushed out of the car and ran to jay, who was standing there, catching his breath. “are you okay?” i asked, my voice trembling. jay gave me a small, reassuring smile, though i could see the tension in his eyes. “i’m fine,” he replied, but i could tell he was more worried about me than about himself.

once we were inside jay’s house, the tension didn’t ease. momo and tzuyu immediately started helping jay with the cuts and bruises, but the weight of what had just happened hung heavily in the air. they exchanged a glance before turning to me, their faces serious. “y/n, it’s time,” momo said softly, her voice filled with concern. “you need to break up with him. he’s not good for you. this isn’t healthy.” tzuyu nodded in agreement, her usual calm demeanor replaced with an intensity i hadn’t seen before. a sense of dread pooled in my stomach. i didn’t want to lose niki, but i knew deep down that this wasn’t the person i had fallen for. i swallowed hard, my heart aching as i pulled out my phone. i couldn’t ignore it any longer. taking a deep breath, i typed the words that felt like they would shatter me: “niki, we’re over.” my fingers shook as i hit send, but as soon as the message was gone, a wave of sadness and relief washed over me. i couldn’t help but wonder if i had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

a few weeks passed, and niki never responded to my breakup message. while i still felt a mix of relief and guilt, i found myself growing closer to jay. we spent more time together, doing everything from late-night talks to spontaneous trips. jay was there for me in ways i hadn’t even realized i needed, and i couldn’t help but appreciate the comfort he brought. momo and tzuyu noticed the change and were happy for us. “you two were always meant to be,” tzuyu said, and momo teased, “finally, after all these years.” their support made me feel at ease, but deep down, i couldn’t shake the feeling that niki’s silence wasn’t the end of it.

little did i know, niki had been planning something far more sinister while he was away. he wasn’t done with me yet. niki was working behind the scenes, finding ways to drive all my friends away, one by one. after all, he still had the chip in my phone that no one knew about, tracking my every move, watching my conversations, and using it to manipulate the situation. it was like he was always lurking in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

chapter 4

after a month of planning and scheming, niki finally set his traps in motion. his first target was momo, who had unwittingly walked into his trap when she returned to her house. niki had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

with momo distracted by her daily routine, niki snuck up behind her and knocked her out cold. he then dragged her back to the living room and tied her securely to a chair. a sadistic grin spread across his face as he began to explain why y/n was his. "you see, momo," niki sneered, "y/n was always meant to be mine. and you took that away from me." the air was thick with tension as niki began to torture momo, leaving her writhing in agony. as the sun set over the city, niki finally left momo to die in her own home.

i had been staying at jay’s house for safety, trying to keep my mind off the lingering fear of niki. but the fragile sense of security shattered when the news blared through the tv, announcing the discovery of a body found in a nearby home. my heart stopped as the screen showed momo’s house. the anchor confirmed what i dreaded—it was her. i froze, my chest tightening as tears welled up in my eyes. jay and i exchanged panicked glances before he reached for his phone. "we need to call tzuyu," i whispered, my voice shaky. jay nodded, quickly dialing her number as i sat in silence, my mind racing with fear and disbelief.

tzuyu picked up the call almost immediately, her voice calm but firm as she reassured us, “don’t worry, i have pepper spray and other things to protect myself. i’ll be fine.” her words brought a small sense of relief, but it wasn’t enough to erase the growing dread in my chest. jay and i exchanged uneasy looks, both of us thinking the same thing—if niki was behind this, who would he target next? the thought of losing someone else made my stomach churn, and i clenched my fists, silently wishing this nightmare would end.

a couple of days passed, and tzuyu decided to take a stroll in the woods near her house, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind from the tragedy of momo. she hummed softly to herself, trying to shake off the unease that lingered. little did she know, niki was right behind her, moving like a shadow. before she could react, he shoved her to the ground, catching her completely off guard. panicked, tzuyu fumbled for her pepper spray and quickly aimed it at him, spraying without hesitation. to her horror, it had no effect—niki was prepared, wearing protective glasses and a ski mask. her mind raced in confusion and fear. how could he have known? what tzuyu didn’t realize was that niki had overheard everything through the chip in my phone, listening in on every word of our conversation.

niki ended tzuyu’s life right then and there, with no hesitation, ensuring there was no escape for her. he left her lifeless body in the woods, arranging it in a way that would ensure it would be found by the authorities. a few days later, the news broke: another body had been discovered. this time, it was tzuyu. the room fell silent as jay and i watched the broadcast in shock. jay turned to me, his expression serious yet soft, and said, “everything will be alright. i’ll protect you, no matter what.” despite his reassurance, a cold fear gripped my heart, knowing niki wasn’t going to stop.

the next day, jay told me he needed to step out and grab some food for me. he reassured me that all the doors and windows were locked, double-checking them before leaving. i gave him a small, nervous smile as he left, trying not to let the fear of being alone consume me. after some time, i decided to take a nap, hoping it would calm my racing thoughts.

unbeknownst to me, niki had been watching, waiting for the perfect moment. he skillfully unlocked the back door with a pick, quietly stepping inside. his dark figure loomed over my sleeping body, a twisted smile forming on his lips. leaning down, he whispered softly, "don't worry, everything will be fine soon." i stirred slightly but didn’t wake—until he pressed a cloth over my mouth. my eyes flew open, locking onto niki’s cold, calculating gaze. i tried to move, to fight back, but the chemicals took hold. my vision blurred, and the world faded to black as i fell unconscious.

niki tied me up and placed me in the backseat of my car before heading back into jay’s house to wait. when jay returned, groceries in hand, he froze at the sight of niki casually sitting on his couch. “what did you do to her?!” jay shouted, dropping the bags in a panic. niki smirked, standing up slowly. “i’m only taking back what’s mine,” he said coldly, pulling out a pocket knife. before jay could react, niki lunged forward and stabbed him. jay gasped as his body crumpled to the floor, blood pooling beneath him, while niki looked on, completely unfazed.

chapter 5 (smut)

i woke up in a daze, my head pounding as i tried to regain my composure. blinking a few times, i looked around and quickly recognized the room i was in—niki’s bedroom. but it wasn’t how i remembered it. the walls were plastered with pictures of my friends, each one crossed out with bold red x’s, and beside them were papers filled with detailed plans of what niki had done to them. my stomach twisted in horror as my eyes shifted to another section of the wall. there, amidst the chaos, were pictures of me—hundreds of them, all jumbled together with a massive heart drawn around them in bright red ink.

i tried to move and was relieved to realize i wasn’t tied down or restrained in any way. my legs were shaky, but i pushed myself to stand, summoning every bit of strength i had. slowly, i staggered toward the bedroom door, my only chance at escape. as i opened it, my heart dropped—niki was standing right there, his 6'1" frame towering over me. my breath hitched as he took a step forward, forcing me to retreat back into the room. his eyes burned with an unsettling intensity as he gestured toward the pictures plastered on the walls. "do you see how much i love you?" he began, his voice low but filled with venom. "i hate seeing what's mine being taken away. i had to do this. you should’ve listened to me before. you should’ve stayed with me. none of this would’ve happened if you just listened." each word dripped with possessiveness, his twisted devotion sending shivers down my spine.

niki backed me up until i stumbled and fell onto the bed again, his movements swift and deliberate. before i could gather myself, he was on top of me, pinning both of my hands above my head with just one arm. i gasped, my body trembling as my heart raced in my chest. "i-i’m sorry, niki... please! don't hurt me!" i begged, the tears streaming down my face, mixing with the panic that gripped my every thought. his expression was cold, but his voice remained eerily calm as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "no," he said, his words almost a whisper, "you should’ve listened to me. you wouldn’t be in this position otherwise." his grip tightened, and the fear bubbled up inside me as i realized how much control he had over me.

niki's grip on my wrists tightened, his voice low and almost possessive as he spoke. "i have to punish you. i have to," he muttered, his words barely a whisper against my skin. "i told you those friends won’t protect you the way i do. i have to do this so that you listen to me." my heart raced, and i could barely think straight through the overwhelming fear. "no—niki, please, don’t!" i begged, my voice breaking as i tried to pull away, my chest tight with terror. before i could say anything else, niki cut me off, his mouth suddenly on my neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood. a sharp cry escaped me, and i whimpered in pain as the searing sensation hit, my body tensing in shock. the sharp sting of his teeth left me trembling, unable to escape his grip.

as niki continued to mark me, i couldn't help but whimper in submission, his groans of satisfaction only fueling my desire for him. he then started to undress me, leaving me fully exposed and vulnerable before him. despite the danger and uncertainty of our situation, i couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at being completely under his control. he undressed himself as well, revealing the hard lines of his body beneath his clothes. the air was thick with tension as he gazed down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that left me breathless and wanting more.

niki then dipped his finger in me, expertly working their way inside me, his thumb circling my entrance as he slowly pumped in and out. i felt a mix of pleasure and discomfort as he began to stretch me, preparing me for the size that was to come. his eyes never left mine, burning with a smoldering intensity that made my skin prickle with anticipation. "you're so tight," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. he continued to work his magic, gradually increasing the pressure until i was gasping for air, my body trembling with need.

niki let go of my arms, hovering over me, his warm breath touching my ear, “i’ll teach you to listen to me.” his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with a fierce dominance as he aligned his massive cock to my trembling entrance. i felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me as i wondered if it would even fit, but niki was undeterred. he slowly began to push forward, the head of his dick breaching my opening and sending sparks of pain through my body. i winced at the initial discomfort, but niki didn't stop, instead continuing to thrust in and out in slow, deliberate strokes. with each passing moment, the pain gave way to a growing sense of fullness and pressure as he stretched me further than i ever thought possible.

he then gripped my hips as he pounded into me with reckless abandon, his thrusts growing more brutal and unforgiving. i begged him to slow down, but niki just laughed, his voice cold and detached. "this is what you get for not listening to me," he repeated, his words dripping with malice. i clung to his back for support, my fingers digging deep into the flesh as i tried to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body. tears streamed down my face as niki leaned in close, his lips brushing against mine in a cruel kiss. his eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he whispered the question that sent shivers down my spine: "do you understand what happens if you don't listen to me?"

as i felt myself approaching climax, i whispered to niki that i was close, but he sternly instructed me not to come unless he gave permission. this command only served to heighten my emotional distress, and i broke down into tears as i begged niki to let me release the pent-up tension in my body. however, niki remained unmoved by my pleas, his expression unyielding as he continued to thrust into me with deliberate precision. it wasn't until he spoke again that any sense of hope arose—"listen to me," he growled, "listen to me and maybe...just maybe...i'll reward you."

after what felt like an eternity, niki's relentless pace showed no signs of slowing. i was a quivering mess, my body screaming for release as i struggled to hold back the inevitable. but it seemed that fate had other plans, and with one final thrust, niki's words pierced through the chaos: "you can come." a wave of relief washed over me as i let go of all control and allowed myself to surrender to the orgasm. it was only moments later that niki joined me in his own climax, his groan echoing through the air as he pumped into me with renewed ferocity. and just when i thought it was all over, niki's voice cut through the haze once more: "i'm not done yet.”

i gazed up at niki through tear-stained eyes, my body still reeling from the intensity of our first round. i was spent, exhausted, and overwhelmed by the relentless pace he'd set. but niki seemed to have other plans, his hands moving with a newfound ferocity as he flipped me onto my stomach and positioned himself behind me. my ass hung in the air, exposed and vulnerable as he grasped my hips and plunged into me once more. i moaned softly, my body protesting the sudden invasion even as it responded to his touch. i arched my back in an attempt to escape the overstimulation, but it only seemed to fuel niki's desire for more.

i clung to the bed sheets, my fingers digging deep into the fabric as niki continued to drive himself into me with ruthless precision. his words cut through the haze of pleasure and pain, a cruel reminder of why i was in this position in the first place: "see? if you listen to me, you wouldn't have to be punished." the words were like a spark that ignited another wave of orgasmic intensity within me, and before i could even process what was happening, i came again without warning. my body went limp, exhausted and spent as niki's thrusts slowed to a stop. he chuckled softly, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered something that sent shivers down my spine, “again.”

i felt myself reaching the breaking point, my body screaming for mercy as niki continued to thrust into me with relentless precision. it was like he had a sixth sense, knowing exactly when to push me over the edge and send me tumbling into another abyss of pleasure. and yet, i couldn't help but succumb to his will, my body betraying me once more as i came again not only a few minutes after. the sensation was almost too much to bear, my mind reeling from the sheer intensity of it all. niki's own climax followed shortly after mine, his groan echoing through the air as he pumped into me one final time before collapsing against my back in exhaustion. his breath hot against my skin, i could feel his heart pounding in time with mine as we lay there together in silence.

niki's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as he whispered words of reassurance into my ear: "i'll protect you forever, i promise." the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his embrace were like a balm to my exhausted soul. as we lay there together, i felt a sense of safety wash over me, as if nothing could ever harm us again.

as the silence stretched out between us, our breathing synchronized in time with each other's. my eyelids grew heavy, and before i knew it, i was drifting off to sleep. niki followed suit soon after, his soft snores mingling with mine as we both succumbed to the exhaustion that had been building all day.

[stormyfog]

his favorite 🗝️

teacher sunghoon x student fem!reader

content: high school au, yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

just a few weeks had passed since your 18th birthday, and senior year felt like it was dragging on. while most of your classmates were focused on graduation and college plans, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that came with attending mr. park sunghoon’s history class. at first, his calm demeanor and occasional compliments about your work seemed harmless, but the way his dark eyes lingered on you during lectures left a knot of discomfort in your stomach.

you told yourself it was nothing—just a teacher showing interest in a promising student—but the signs were becoming harder to ignore. the way he always seemed to call on you for answers, even when your hand wasn’t raised. the way his voice softened when he said your name, as if savoring it. and the most unsettling part? the way he would subtly position himself closer to your desk, his presence looming just enough to make your pulse quicken.

it wasn’t just during class anymore. lately, you’d noticed him outside of school—always at the local coffee shop where you liked to study, or passing by the park when you took walks after school. at first, you thought it was a coincidence, but there was always something about his gaze that made you uneasy, like he was watching you. you couldn’t explain it, but every time you spotted him, he seemed to be waiting for the right moment to speak, his lips curling into that unnerving smile when you caught his eye.

it was hard to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. sunghoon was 22, young for a teacher, and you were just 18—a senior in high school, barely an adult. the age gap didn’t seem like much at first, but the more you thought about his ‘coincidental’ appearances, the more it felt off. he had no reason to be at the coffee shop at the same time as you, let alone at the park during your evening walks. it was almost as if he was deliberately positioning himself in your path. the thought made your stomach churn, but you quickly pushed it aside, telling yourself it was nothing. still, the nagging feeling lingered, a quiet whisper telling you that it was all too strange.

you couldn’t keep the growing discomfort to yourself anymore, so you told your friends, yeji and yuna, about sunghoon’s strange appearances. they listened intently at first, but as soon as you mentioned the coffee shop and park, they burst into laughter. “oh, come on,” yeji teased, nudging you with her elbow. “maybe he’s just a fan of your ‘brilliant’ history essays.” yuna grinned, clearly enjoying the playful jab. “yeah, maybe he has a secret crush on you!” they both giggled, making light of it. but as the laughter died down, a hint of doubt crept into your mind. what if they were right? maybe you were just overthinking it. still, the uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away.

yeji and yuna had been your friends for about a year now, ever since you’d started hanging out more with their group. they were part of the popular crowd, the ones everyone seemed to gravitate toward, and you often found yourself in the middle of their social circle, even if you were sometimes on the outskirts. they were fun to be around, but they also had a way of ignoring you or teasing you, especially when it came to anything serious. like now, when you tried to explain the situation with sunghoon. it wasn’t the first time they’d brushed off something you were concerned about, and part of you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were being too sensitive, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore the unease creeping into your thoughts.

what you didn’t know was that yeji and yuna had been talking behind your back for the past couple of months. you had no clue about their whispers and the things they were saying when you weren’t around, but sunghoon knew. he’d been watching you more closely than you realized. under the guise of a harmless social media account named history_nerd, sunghoon kept tabs on everything you did, including the things your friends said about you. his obsession with you ran deeper than you could have imagined, and he was planning something sinister involving your so-called ‘friends.’ they had no idea what they were unknowingly walking into, and neither did you. but sunghoon did, and he was already setting his plan into motion.

sunghoon’s obsession with you started at the beginning of senior year. his history class was a two-semester course, and you had signed up for it because you genuinely liked history and wanted to learn. what you didn’t realize was how much your dedication caught his attention. unlike most of the students who would sleep through lectures or tune out entirely, you actually paid attention, asking insightful questions and participating in discussions. it wasn’t lost on sunghoon that you were one of the few who truly cared about his subject. at first, he admired your focus, but over time, it turned into something darker—something deeper. every glance you shot him, every thoughtful comment, made his heart race. to him, you weren’t just a student; you were the only one who truly understood him, and he was determined to make you his in ways that no one else could.

chapter 2

during some free time in class, you pulled out your phone to check social media, hoping to distract yourself for a moment. as you scrolled through your feed, a post under the account history_nerd caught your attention. your heart skipped a beat as you saw a screenshot of yeji and yuna’s conversation—messages where they were talking about you, mocking you and betraying your trust. the caption beneath the screenshot read, “you shouldn’t trust others so easily.” your stomach twisted, and you felt a cold sweat form as you glanced up. sunghoon was watching you closely from across the room, his eyes piercing through you as though he knew exactly how you were feeling.

sunghoon had gotten his hands on that screenshot in the most sinister way. yesterday, after class, yeji had carelessly left her phone on her desk, oblivious to the fact that sunghoon had been waiting for the perfect moment. he casually slipped it into his bag, took it home with him, and plugged it into his laptop. hours later, he had everything—every message, every secret conversation yeji had ever had. he smirked as he uncovered the ugly words she and yuna had said about you, savoring the power he now held over both them and you. this morning, he made sure to leave the phone in the lost and found box at the front office, ensuring yeji would find it, none the wiser to how much had already been exposed.

after class, once everyone had left, you walked up to sunghoon’s desk, your heart pounding in your chest. “mr. park, did you post that?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. sunghoon looked up at the screenshot on your phone as you held it up to him, his face an innocent mask. “post what?” he asked, feigning confusion. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he leaned back in his chair, a calm smile forming on his lips. “but bullying is not tolerated in my classroom, and i’ll be having a word with yeji and yuna about it later.” he shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if he hadn’t just violated every boundary to make sure you saw that post. the way he looked at you made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing—but he was playing the game all too well.

you quietly nodded, not wanting to provoke sunghoon any further, and walked away, the heavy weight of the situation pressing on your chest. you made your way to the cafeteria, sitting down with yeji and yuna, pretending nothing had happened, but a deep sadness lingered in your gut. as the conversation carried on around you, you tried to ignore the gnawing feeling of unease. then, one by one, everyone's phones buzzed with a notification, including yours. you glanced at your screen, heart sinking when you saw what it was. sunghoon had posted a nude photo of yeji—one that had clearly come from her private camera roll. the caption was simple, but chilling: "careful what you share, yeji." no one knew who had posted it, but it was clear that sunghoon had access to yeji’s phone. he had it all planned. he could do whatever he wanted, and it seemed like he was just getting started.

yeji and yuna noticed the post almost immediately. yeji’s face drained of color as she stared at her phone, her eyes wide in disbelief. "no... no way," she whispered, her hands trembling as she looked around the cafeteria, the realization sinking in. before anyone could say anything, yeji shot up from her seat, running out of the cafeteria in tears. a small part of me felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. after all, they had been talking behind my back for months, treating me like a joke. but then, a wave of guilt washed over me. who could do such a thing to someone? despite everything, seeing yeji cry like that made me question if this was all too much. sunghoon, however, was watching it all unfold. he leaned casually against the cafeteria door, his eyes gleaming as he observed yeji’s frantic escape.

chapter 3

the next few days were a blur. yeji avoided me, yuna barely spoke to me, and everything felt off. the weight of what had happened lingered in the air like a constant, uncomfortable pressure. the entire school seemed to be buzzing about the post, whispers and curious glances following me everywhere i went. sunghoon, though, acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. he still smiled his usual, calm smile whenever we crossed paths. but there was something in his eyes—a coldness that sent shivers down my spine, something that reminded me that he was always watching.

i waited until the school day was over, eager to escape the chaos and find some peace at my favorite coffee shop. once the final bell rang, i headed over there, hoping for some quiet time to clear my mind. but when i walked in, there he was again—sunghoon. sitting by the window, sipping his coffee, his eyes immediately locking onto mine. my stomach dropped. this was probably the 9th? 10th? 11th? time i’d seen him here. i lost count. i couldn’t help but wonder if he was really stalking me. the way he watched me, his smile faint but knowing, sent a chill down my spine. i couldn’t shake the feeling that this was no coincidence anymore.

sunghoon motioned for me to sit across from him at a small round table meant for two, his gaze never leaving mine. i hesitated, but the way he looked at me made it hard to say no. as i slid into the seat, he leaned forward slightly, his smile curling at the edges. “i saw what happened today,” he said, his voice low, almost soothing. “and i’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” his words were calm, but there was an underlying intensity in them that made my heart race. i didn't need to ask what he meant—his silence spoke louder than any threat could.

i slowly nodded, trying my best to avoid making eye contact with sunghoon. the weight of his gaze felt like it was pressing into me, making it hard to breathe. just as i was about to gather my thoughts, a waitress approached our table with a bright smile. "couples get dessert for free today since it’s national couples day! what would you like to order?" she asked cheerfully. i froze, about to explain that sunghoon and i were not a couple, but before i could say anything, he smoothly cut me off. "we’ll have one piece of tiramisu, please. for both of us," he said with that familiar calm tone, his smile never faltering. the waitress beamed at us and walked away to place our order, leaving me speechless and unsure of what just happened.

a wave of flustered warmth spread across my face, and i could feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. why am i feeling this way? i mentally scolded myself. sunghoon is my teacher—this is wrong! but no matter how hard i tried to push the feelings away, i couldn’t help it. sunghoon noticed my flushed cheeks and the way i fidgeted in my seat. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in slightly, his gaze softening. “you’re cute,” he remarked, his voice low and teasing. the way he said it made my heart race even faster, and i could feel my face burn hotter in response.

just as i was trying to calm myself down, the door to the coffee shop swung open with force, and in stormed yeji and yuna. they looked directly at me and sunghoon, their faces filled with accusation. yeji’s eyes were wide with fury as she pointed a finger at both of us. “you two,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “you’re the ones behind the history_nerd account, aren’t you? and don’t even try to pretend like this is just a ‘coincidence’—you always ‘run into’ each other after school.” her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, and i could feel the tension in the air. sunghoon didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unchanged, but my heart raced as i anxiously waited for what he’d say next.

i opened my mouth to defend myself, ready to explain that sunghoon was always the one ‘bumping’ into me after school, but before i could say anything, sunghoon spoke up, his voice sharp and authoritative. "yeji, yuna," he began, his tone calm but with a hint of coldness, "you shouldn't be blaming a teacher like that. it's completely inappropriate." he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving them. "and just so you know," he continued, his smile darkening slightly, "this coffee shop is still on school grounds. the school owns it. so, if you want to keep making accusations, perhaps you'd like to consider the consequences. this kind of behavior could get you both in trouble." the weight of his words hung in the air, and i could feel the shift in the room as yeji and yuna hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

"ugh, whatever!" yeji huffed, her face red with frustration. with a final glare, both she and yuna stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving the air heavy with tension. i sat there in shock, still processing everything that had just happened. no one had ever accused me like that before. the sudden shift in the atmosphere left me feeling vulnerable, like the walls were closing in around me. before i could gather my thoughts, sunghoon reached across the table, his hand gently but firmly grabbing mine. his grip tightened, and i instinctively looked up at him, meeting his gaze. his expression was soft, almost comforting, but his words sent a chill down my spine. "see?" he murmured, his voice low and steady. "i need to be here to protect you, y/n. you have no idea how dangerous this world can be." his words felt heavy, like they held more meaning than i could grasp. something about the way he said it made my heart race, but i couldn't tell if it was out of fear or something else entirely.

as sunghoon spoke, i felt a strange warmth wash over me, like i could finally trust someone. he was right, after all—maybe the world was dangerous, and maybe i did need someone to protect me. slowly, i started to believe his manipulation, letting the thoughts creep into my mind. i nodded quietly as he pulled out his phone and offered me his number, a small, reassuring smile playing at the corners of his lips. "call me if anything's troubling you," he said, his voice so sincere it almost felt real. i took his number, and before i could process anything further, he was already offering to walk me home. as we left the coffee shop, my mind was clouded with a mixture of confusion and comfort, feeling safer with each step we took together. but deep down, i couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was off. bad mistake, i thought to myself. sunghoon now knew where i lived. and something told me that this wasn’t going to end well.

chapter 4

the weekend finally arrived, but instead of feeling the usual excitement that came with the break from school, i found myself paralyzed with fear. after the confrontation with yeji and yuna, i couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that followed me like a shadow. the thought of running into them again—or worse, dealing with their accusations in front of more people—was enough to keep me indoors. meanwhile, miles away, sunghoon was at home, sitting in his dimly lit living room. his phone screen glowed as he scrolled through a secret gallery of photos he had taken of me—pictures i hadn’t even realized he’d taken. each photo captured moments i thought were private, moments i never noticed him watching. a sinister smile tugged at his lips as he stared at them, utterly consumed by his obsession.

feeling restless, i decided to distract myself by scrolling through social media for a while. but of course, i couldn’t escape the uneasiness for long. as i mindlessly swiped through posts, one in particular caught my attention, making my heart race. it was from history_nerd again. this time, the post was a photo of me walking home from school—taken from behind, as if someone had been following me. my chest tightened in fear as i stared at the picture. without thinking, i quickly took a screenshot and sent it to sunghoon. this has to be him, i thought. he always seemed to pop up wherever i was. who else could it be?

sunghoon’s response came almost instantly. instead of addressing my question, he asked, “is someone stalking you?” his words sent a chill down my spine, the calculated phrasing making my stomach churn. i hesitated before replying, my fingers trembling as i typed out, “yes, i think so.” i had no idea what game he was playing, but part of me felt compelled to trust him. his next message came just seconds later: “remember, i’m here to protect you.” those words lingered in my mind, both comforting and unsettling at the same time.

feeling an inexplicable pull toward sunghoon, i couldn’t ignore the fact that i’d been harboring feelings for him for a while now. i knew it was wrong—a student shouldn’t have feelings for their teacher—but i couldn’t help it. his presence, his words, they all made me feel safe yet unnerved at the same time. my phone buzzed again, his message reading: “can i stop by?” i stared at the text, battling my paranoia and the faint comfort his words brought. after a moment of hesitation, i typed out a shaky “yes.” before i could send my address, another text came through: “don’t worry, i’m already here.”

i peeked out the window, and there he was—sunghoon stepping out of his car, his figure illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. my heart raced as i hurried downstairs, my footsteps echoing in the quiet house. i opened the door to find him standing there, a calm smile on his face, as if he belonged there. my mind raced with questions: how did he get here so quickly? was he waiting outside this whole time? the thought sent a chill down my spine, but i couldn’t stop myself from stepping aside and letting him in.

sunghoon handed me a small gift box, his calm demeanor unsettling. i looked at him, confused, but he simply said, "go on, open it." hesitantly, i peeled back the delicate ribbon and lifted the lid. my breath hitched as my eyes widened in sheer horror—a severed index finger lay inside, bloodied and grotesque. i stumbled back, nearly dropping the box, as sunghoon leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady. "it's yeji's finger," he explained, almost casually. "specifically, the one she used to point at you in the coffee shop." his words sent a shiver down my spine, and i realized just how far his obsession had gone.

i stared at him, trembling, my voice barely above a whisper. "what did you do...?" his expression remained calm, almost too calm, as he answered, "i took care of yeji and yuna for good. they won’t bother you again." my heart sank as his words registered. did he kill them? the disbelief must have been written all over my face because, before i could say anything, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. "if you even think about telling anyone about this, y/n, i’ll make your life a living hell. your grades, your reputation—everything will crumble. do you understand me?" his cold, unrelenting gaze pinned me in place, and i felt completely trapped. i hesitantly nodded, too terrified to do anything else. sunghoon’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. “good,” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm. sunghoon straightened up and extended his hand, his voice now eerily soft. "now, give me your phone, y/n." confused, i hesitated for a moment, but the look on his face left no room for defiance. reluctantly, i handed it to him, watching as he pulled a small chip from his pocket. he inserted it into the back of my phone with practiced ease, then handed it back to me with a chilling smile. "there," he said, his tone almost mocking. "now i’ll always be watching you. anytime, anywhere. don’t forget, y/n—i’m here to protect you." his words made my skin crawl.

“i have to leave now—i have a meeting to attend. see you next week, love.” his voice lingered in the air, sending chills down my spine as he turned and walked out the door. i stood frozen in place, staring at the grotesque gift he’d left behind: the severed finger. my emotions swirled into a confusing storm—fear, disbelief, and a horrifyingly misplaced sense of affection. what was wrong with me? why couldn’t i stop the strange pull i felt toward him, even now?

chapter 5

the following week arrived, and as i sat at my desk, my gaze drifted to the two empty seats where yeji and yuna used to sit. the classroom felt heavier, the usual chatter subdued by the weight of their absence. everyone had seen the news over the weekend—yeji and yuna were murdered in cold blood. the reports offered little detail, only confirming the gruesome truth: no suspect had been found. whispers of fear and speculation filled the air, but i remained silent, my stomach twisting with guilt and dread. i knew more than i ever could admit, yet i stayed frozen in my chair, pretending to be as clueless as the rest.

sunghoon continued class like normal, as if nothing ever happened. his calm demeanor was almost unnerving, as though the chilling events from the previous week were just another routine part of life. i tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept wandering, the weight of what he'd done still lingering heavily on me. once class was done, i gathered my things, ready to leave and grab something to eat in the cafeteria. but before i could make my way to the door, sunghoon called out to me, his voice smooth and casual. "y/n, wait." i turned to find him standing by his desk, his gaze steady. "i was thinking, maybe we could have lunch together today. just the two of us, in the classroom. what do you say?" his smile was warm, but something about it sent a chill down my spine. i stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

i hesitated for a brief moment, but ultimately agreed, not wanting to know what sunghoon might do if i declined his offer. we sat together in the empty classroom, sharing his meal. the silence between us was oddly comfortable, though my heart was still pounding in my chest. sunghoon broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "this reminds me of our little coffee 'date,'" he said, his eyes glinting with something i couldn’t quite read. he leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "i guess you could say this is our second date."

i blinked, trying to process his words. my mouth went dry as i glanced at him, unsure of what to say. after a moment of silence, i gathered the courage to speak up. "mr. park... isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a teacher and a student to have a relationship?" my voice trembled slightly as i spoke, but i couldn’t hold it in anymore.

sunghoon didn’t seem fazed at all by my question. he simply leaned forward, his expression softening in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "y/n," he said, his voice low and serious, "my love for you can’t be controlled. it’s something that’s meant to be. i need to be with you. we belong together." the intensity of his gaze made my blood run cold, but i couldn’t look away. it was like he was pulling me into his world, one i wasn’t sure i wanted to be a part of.

sunghoon’s smile deepened as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me with an unsettling intensity. “you don’t have to call me ‘mr. park’ anymore, y/n,” he said softly, almost coaxing. “now that we’re in a relationship, just call me sunghoon.” i froze, my mind racing to process what he just said. a relationship? how were we already in one? my confusion must have been obvious because sunghoon’s expression softened, as if patiently waiting for me to understand. “the finger i gave you,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “was a vow. a symbol of my commitment to you. it’s my promise that i’ll always be here for you, to protect you, to love you.” he reached out and cupped my hand in his, his thumb lightly stroking the back of my palm. “we’ve already started this journey together, y/n. you belong to me now, and nothing will change that.”

"b-but i don't understand—" i stuttered, but before i could finish my sentence, sunghoon cut me off with a sudden kiss. his lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle, as if to silence my confusion. when he pulled back, he smirked, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling confidence. "there," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "now, do you understand?" i blinked, my heart racing as i sat there flustered, still processing what had just happened. my thoughts were a whirlwind, and the confusion only grew as i looked at him, unable to fully comprehend the depth of his intentions. i was torn between disbelief and a strange, unsettling pull toward him.

sunghoon noticed the confusion on my face and, without a word, got up from his seat. he moved behind me, turning my chair so that i was now facing him directly. slowly, he knelt down in front of me, his hands gently resting on my thighs as he looked up at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. his eyes were filled with something i couldn't quite place—desperation, love, maybe both. "y/n," he said, his voice soft but filled with an undeniable urgency. "please, i love you so much. you don't understand." his words sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, everything around us seemed to fade away. it was just the two of us—his gaze locking with mine, leaving me unsure of how to respond or what to feel.

"but sungh—mr. park... this is wrong..." i whispered, my voice trembling as i looked down at him. my heart raced, torn between the feelings i couldn't deny and the fear of what could happen if anyone found out. what if someone caught us? what would happen to me? sunghoon’s gaze softened, but there was a certain intensity in his eyes that made it hard to look away. slowly, he reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "i’ll make sure you understand how much i love you," he said softly, his voice laced with determination. my heart skipped a beat as i struggled to comprehend the weight of his words.

chapter 6

i went to school the next day, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing sunghoon again, even though i shouldn't be feeling this way. i knew what was going on between us was wrong, but i couldn't help it. my emotions were tangled, and the more i tried to ignore it, the stronger my feelings became. as i walked down the hallway, lost in my thoughts, a boy suddenly bumped into me, making me stumble slightly. "watch where you're going, dumbass!" he snapped, not even bothering to look at me as he walked away. i blinked in surprise, not used to being spoken to like that. the boy was changbin—one of the popular kids, part of the school football team. he was loud, obnoxious, and an egoistical narcissist, always acting like the world revolved around him. what i didn’t realize was that sunghoon had been watching me the whole time, his eyes following the interaction from the corner of the hallway.

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed as he watched changbin walk away, his mind already working over how to get rid of him. he didn’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting what was his—whether they realized it or not. the idea of changbin causing me any kind of distress was enough to spark a dark glint in his eyes. he was already making plans, devising ways to ensure no one ever dared to treat me poorly again.

but as his thoughts consumed him, he was snapped out of them when i walked past him, heading toward his classroom. his gaze lingered on me for a moment, a sense of satisfaction settling in his chest as i moved closer to him. "y/n," he whispered under his breath, barely audible to anyone else, "don't worry. no one will hurt you anymore."

the next day, after school, i returned home to find a neatly wrapped gift sitting on my doorstep. my heart skipped a beat as i stared at it, dread creeping up my spine. i picked it up and took it inside, setting it on the table before slowly opening it. my stomach churned as i lifted the lid to reveal a severed tongue, still fresh. a note rested beside it, scrawled in sunghoon’s handwriting: “changbin has been taken care of.” my breath hitched as i read it again—so quickly? i thought, my mind reeling. the realization hit me with a sickening clarity: the mouth that had bad mouthed me was gone, silenced forever. i couldn’t decide whether i felt fear or an unsettling sense of relief.

i wanted to call the police, desperately hoping for a way out, but then i remembered the chip sunghoon had placed in my phone. he could be listening to everything i said, tracking my every move. my stomach twisted as the realization hit me hard. i couldn't do anything through my phone. but then, a plan began to form in my mind. i quickly hid my phone in a drawer where sunghoon couldn’t track me and grabbed my landline phone. my hands trembled as i dialed the cops, praying that they wouldn’t trace the call back to me. but as i spoke, a nagging feeling clawed at me. little did i know, sunghoon had already anticipated this. he’d snuck into my house at night while i was sleeping, tapping into the wires and setting up hidden cameras. he was watching me, tracking my every move, even now.

when the cops arrived, i rushed to explain everything—how sunghoon had been stalking me, manipulating me, and even going as far as sending me body parts. i thought for sure they would take me seriously, but to my shock, sunghoon had already anticipated this. as soon as the cops arrived at his house, he simply explained that there was someone threatening his girlfriend, trying to frame him for things he didn't do. he played the role of the concerned boyfriend to perfection, and the officers, looking at his calm demeanor and well-spoken story, were convinced. they told me that there was no evidence to support my claims and left, leaving me feeling more trapped than ever. sunghoon had twisted everything, and now, even the police believed him over me.

i got my phone out of the drawer and stared at it in horror when i saw sunghoon’s text: "you shouldn't have done that, sweetheart. you know what happens now." panic flooded my chest as i desperately called him, my voice trembling. "i’m sorry, sunghoon. i didn’t mean to... please, don’t ruin my reputation." i pleaded, the weight of everything sinking in. i could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he responded, "i like hearing you beg like that, y/n. it sounds so much better when you’re on the brink of tears." my heart raced. i begged him to stop, to please not do anything more. "i’ll do anything, just... please don’t ruin my reputation, i’m begging you!" i said, remembering his earlier threats. he had me in his grasp, and i could feel the suffocating control he had over me.

chapter 7

the next day, i walked into school, still shaken from what had happened last night. the image of sunghoon’s text and his voice echoing in my mind wouldn’t leave me. i couldn’t focus during class, my thoughts constantly drifting back to the mess i had gotten myself into. throughout the lesson, i could feel sunghoon’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into the side of my face. every time i dared to look up, i caught him staring, as if making sure i wouldn’t forget who had the power in this twisted relationship. as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, he called me over to his desk. my heart pounded as i walked toward him, wondering what he wanted this time.

suddenly, without warning, sunghoon pulled me onto his lap, making me face him. my heart raced as i was caught off guard by his sudden movement, the closeness between us making my head spin. i flushed, flustered, as i tried to wriggle out of his grip, but his arms tightened around me, holding me firmly in place. "you'll do anything, right?" he murmured, his voice dripping with that same calm authority i had grown used to hearing. my mind flashed back to what i had said last night, and i felt a rush of panic rise within me. "s-sunghoon!" i stammered, trying to push myself away slightly, "someone might see us!" but his smirk only grew wider as he pulled me closer.

sunghoon suddenly leaned in and kissed me, a deep, intense kiss that left me breathless. i felt his hands gripping my sides, holding me in place as if he didn’t want to let go. my thoughts scattered, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur into nothing but the feeling of him against me. but then, as the kiss lingered, my mind started to clear, and the overwhelming rush of emotions made me pull back, gasping for air. "i-i don’t think i can do this, sunghoon..." i said, my voice trembling with uncertainty, my heart pounding in my chest.

i immediately got up from his lap, my legs shaking as i quickly scrambled out of his embrace. my heart was racing as i rushed out of the classroom, trying to steady my breath. what was i thinking? i couldn't let myself be dragged into this any further. i didn’t want this. i couldn’t. but as i hurried down the hallway, i could feel his gaze on me, watching every move i made. i turned around briefly and saw sunghoon sitting there, his lips curled into a smug smirk, as if he knew exactly what i was feeling.

after school, i lay down on my bed, trying to shake off the events of the day, when i got a text from sunghoon. hesitant, i opened it and froze. it was a picture of me sitting on my bed, taken from somewhere in the room. my heart skipped a beat as i scrolled to his next message: "it's so nice watching you." a cold shiver ran down my spine as the realization hit me—he was watching me. right now.

sunghoon then bombarded me with a flood of photos—me in my house, in my bedroom, even in my bathroom. my stomach twisted as i scrolled through each one, horrified at how many he had. i couldn’t even remember when he had taken them. the last message that came through read, “it’s fun seeing you pleasure yourself, hearing your desperate moans. every time you do it, i pleasure myself too. i want to feel myself inside of you.” my heart pounded in my chest, and i felt completely exposed, trapped in my own home with no way to escape his watchful eyes.

sunghoon’s next message popped up on my screen: “you should visit me sometime, then we can spend some real time together.” my hands trembled as i stared at the words. i couldn’t do this anymore. this constant fear, the way he controlled everything—it was suffocating. i couldn’t breathe. with a heavy heart, i decided to block him, hoping for some peace, even though i knew it might only be temporary. i needed to get away, clear my mind. i grabbed my jacket and stepped outside, deciding to take a walk in the evening, hoping the fresh air would help shake off the weight that had been dragging me down.

as i walked, a sinking feeling grew in my stomach. i couldn’t shake the sensation that someone was following me. i kept turning around, scanning the street, but saw nothing. i hurried my pace, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, when i turned back to face forward—there he was. sunghoon. right in front of me. i stumbled back in shock, my heart racing. he stared at me, his eyes cold and stern, his voice low but sharp. "why did you block me?" i couldn’t answer. i was frozen, unable to speak. sunghoon took a step closer, his words biting. "i gave you so much love until now, but you gave me nothing." my voice trembled as i spoke, barely able to form the words. "sunghoon, this isn't how you love someone..." his eyes darkened, and he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "then how else am i supposed to express my love to you?" i didn’t say anything. i couldn’t. my thoughts were a mess, my chest tight. what could i say to that?

sunghoon grabbed me, ready to kiss me, but i pulled back, trying to escape from him. sunghoon was quicker and stronger, grabbing my arms from behind, preventing me from running. he whispered close to my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, "you made me do this. i tried protecting you, but you won't listen." before i could react, he pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth, and the chemical scent hit me almost instantly. i struggled to stay conscious, but the world quickly blurred and faded to black. sunghoon carefully lifted me into his arms and carried me to his car, driving off to his house.

chapter 8 (smut)

i woke up in a daze, my mind foggy as i tried to make sense of my surroundings. the room was unfamiliar, cold, and sterile, but what caught my eye was the disturbing sight of pictures of me, scattered across the walls, each one pinned up like some twisted shrine. panic flooded my body as i tried to move, only to realize i was tied to the bed, my limbs restrained. the door creaked open, and there he was—sunghoon. his expression was desperate, his gaze fixated on me. he crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, his voice shaky as he whispered, "why won't you just accept my love, y/n? please, let me love you." i stared at him, my heart a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. i didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to escape, yet part of me felt trapped in something i couldn’t quite understand.

sunghoon leaned in, his lips pressing against mine, but i pulled back, my breath shaky. "please, sunghoon, stop," i whispered, my heart racing. he didn’t listen, his grip on my wrists tightening as he leaned in again, his voice soft yet filled with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "don’t resist, y/n. you were made for me to love. you can’t deny it. you belong to me." his words echoed in my mind, twisting and distorting everything i had once believed, leaving me feeling more trapped than ever before.

sunghoon kissed me again, more passionately this time, his lips hungry and demanding. he grabbed my waist, pulling me even closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough. i whimpered softly in between the kisses, my body shivering as his lips moved down my neck, planting tender yet fervent kisses along the sensitive skin. each kiss sent waves of heat through me, and i felt my heart race faster. his touch was intoxicating, and i couldn't help but melt into him, caught in the intensity of the moment.

sunghoon's hands moved with slow determination, gently removing my clothes, his touch careful yet full of intent. each piece that fell away felt like a step deeper into vulnerability. his lips continued their path, each kiss a promise as he moved down my body, his warm breath against my skin sending sparks of anticipation through me. when he finally reached my core, he paused for a moment, his gaze meeting mine, dark and filled with longing. i couldn't breathe, the air thick with tension as i waited for what would come next.

sunghoon's head descended between my thighs, his tongue teasing my clit with gentle licks. my back arched involuntarily as pleasure coursed through me, but i couldn't move much since my arms were secured above my head by those restraints. he then plunged his tongue deep within me, feasting on my wetness like a starving man. the sensation was too intense to resist as moans escaped from between my lips as sunghoon devoured me whole. his groan of satisfaction vibrated through me, sending shivers down my spine and making me whimper for more.

"i'm so close!" i whispered to sunghoon, my body trembling with anticipation. he didn't pause or slow down, his tongue still dancing across my clit. the sensation was building up inside me like a storm about to break free. sunghoon seemed to sense it too, his fingers digging gently into my hips as he continued to feast on me. then it happened—a wave of pleasure crashed over me, sending shivers down my spine and making every muscle in my body contract. i screamed out loud as the orgasm ripped through me, feeling sunghoon's groan of satisfaction vibrate against my skin.

as i came down from my high, sunghoon stood up, his movements fluid and confident. he undressed slowly, revealing the full length of his hard member to me. my eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze burning with an intense passion. "i'm going to show you just how much i love you," he whispered huskily against my ear. his warm breath sent shivers down my spine as he pressed himself against me. "you're mine now, completely mine."

as sunghoon positioned himself at my entrance, i felt a flutter of uncertainty. his cock was massive, and i wondered if i could truly take it all. but before i could say anything, he whispered reassurances in my ear. "you can take it," he coaxed, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "i know you're tight, but trust me when i say you can handle every inch." with that confidence-building promise ringing in my ears, he slowly began to push forward. at first, it was just the tip of him entering me—a gentle probing that made me gasp with surprise. but as he continued to push deeper and deeper into me. the pressure built, and i moaned softly as he slid in another inch.

as sunghoon hovered over me, his cock buried deep within my depths, he claimed my mouth with a passionate kiss. his tongue danced against mine, the pressure building as he began to thrust into me once more. the sensation was intoxicating—his hard length moving in and out of me while our lips remained locked. i felt myself getting lost in the rhythm—the gentle rocking motion of his hips, the soft moans escaping from between our lips. it was like we were one being now.

as sunghoon's thrusts quickened, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a frenzied intensity. i felt myself getting caught up in the moment, my body responding to his possessive rhythm. he was claiming me now—every inch of him buried deep within me as he pounded into me like a wild animal. i could feel his dominance coursing through me like a river—the raw power and strength that drove him to take what was rightfully his. it was intoxicating, this sense of being completely owned by him. and yet, despite the overwhelming sensations building inside me, i couldn't help but crave more.

"i'm so close again-!," i said to sunghoon, my body trembling with anticipation. tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as the sensations building inside me reached a fever pitch. the pressure was too much—his cock still pounding into me like a jackhammer, his lips still claiming mine in a passionate kiss. i felt myself getting lost in the storm of pleasure and pain, unable to distinguish one from the other.

as i came again, my body convulsing around sunghoon's cock like a vice. he groaned loudly against my mouth, his hips pumping furiously as he chased his own release. and then it hit him—a massive orgasm that ripped through every fiber of his being. he came inside me, filling me with his hot seed as our bodies shook and trembled together.

sunghoon then laid next to me, our bodies still entwined from our intense lovemaking. sunghoon wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he whispered softly against my ear. "now do you understand how much i love you?" he asked, his voice husky with emotion. i felt a lump form in my throat as i nodded silently, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings for me. he held me tighter, his grip like a vice as he buried his face in my hair. in that moment, it was clear that nothing could ever come between us.

[stormyfog]

in plain sight 🫀

murderer heeseung x journalist fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, smut later on

chapter 1

the air was thick with the acrid scent of blood, a stark contrast to the evening’s chill as police lights flickered against the shadows of the small town. the crowd had gathered like vultures, murmuring among themselves, their eyes wide with fear and curiosity. in the center of it all, a body lay sprawled in the alley, barely covered by a thin sheet, a stark reminder of the violence that had gripped this quiet town. y/n pushed through the mass of onlookers, notebook in hand, her instincts as a journalist kicking in. this was her job—find the truth, even if it meant uncovering the darkest corners of human nature. as she scanned the crowd, her eyes landed on him—a man standing just on the edge of the gathering, his expression unreadable, eyes glinting in the dim light. he blended in perfectly, like any other face in the crowd, yet something about him made her hesitate. he was smiling to himself, just enough for her to notice.

i took a step closer, my gaze lingering on the man longer than i intended. he didn’t seem to notice, his attention fixed on the scene before us. i shook it off and moved toward the group of bystanders nearest to the alley, but as i stepped forward, i realized he was now standing right behind me. “excuse me,” i asked, turning toward him. “did you see anything unusual tonight?” i hesitated, then added, “what’s your name?” he smiled—a slow, deliberate smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “heeseung,” he replied, his voice soft, almost too calm for the circumstances. “but i think you’re looking in the wrong place.” his gaze flickered from the body back to me, as if he knew exactly what i was thinking. a chill ran down my spine, but i forced myself to stay professional. he was just another face in the crowd, after all.

i couldn’t shake the feeling that something about him wasn’t right. there was a coolness in his eyes that didn’t match the situation. everyone else was tense, their voices sharp with fear or shock, but not him. he looked almost... amused. i forced myself to focus, nodding as i scribbled down a few notes, trying to brush off the unease his presence stirred in me. but as i turned back to the crime scene, i noticed he was still watching me, not making any effort to hide it. it felt as if he was waiting for me to figure something out, some hidden message he was offering without saying a word. i swallowed hard and glanced away, hoping i hadn’t imagined the intensity of his stare. but when i glanced back a moment later, he was gone—slipping back into the crowd as quietly as he had appeared.

i was about to leave the scene, my mind already racing through the details i’d gathered, when something caught my eye—a small, folded piece of paper near the edge of the crime scene tape. it was tucked just beneath a trash can, almost hidden from view. my heart skipped a beat as i reached for it, careful not to disturb anything else. as i unfolded it, i noticed it wasn’t an ordinary piece of paper; it was a torn scrap from one of my own articles. the edges were frayed, but there, scrawled in dark ink across the page, was a single line: “some things are closer than you think.” my breath caught in my throat. the handwriting was unfamiliar, but the message? it sent a cold shiver down my spine. heeseung. had he done this? i looked around the scene one last time, but he was nowhere to be found.

i couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me as i walked home, the streets eerily quiet beneath the dim glow of the streetlights. the paper in my pocket felt heavier with every step, like a secret i wasn’t ready to confront. i tried to focus on the facts, telling myself it was just paranoia, but every time i glanced over my shoulder, i saw nothing but the empty road. it wasn’t until i turned the corner near my apartment building that i caught a glimpse of him—heeseung. he was standing in the shadows, barely visible, but i knew it was him. my heart thudded in my chest as i quickened my pace, trying to convince myself i was imagining it. but when i reached my door and turned the key, i caught the faintest glimpse of him moving in the distance, just out of reach, as if he was waiting for me to notice.

inside, i slammed the door behind me and locked it, my hands trembling as i pulled out the torn article. i stared at the cryptic message, my mind racing. was he trying to get my attention? or was this just some twisted game? i quickly fired up my laptop, searching for anything that could connect heeseung to the murders—or to me. but all i found were news stories, police reports, and unsettling gaps in the timeline. my fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure where to start. the more i searched, the more questions piled up. and somewhere in the back of my mind, a single, chilling thought lingered: what if i was already part of the story?

i sat back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. maybe i was being paranoid. it could’ve been anyone following me—someone else just out for a late walk, or maybe a neighbor on their way home. i was starting to overthink things. the city was quiet at night, and it had been a long day. i let out a shaky breath and stood up to stretch, pushing the creeping unease to the back of my mind. but as i glanced at the torn scrap of paper again, my stomach churned. i had to stay focused. heeseung was just a name in a sea of suspects, nothing more. i closed my laptop and tried to shake off the lingering feeling of his gaze, but it clung to me like a shadow. i wasn’t going to let this get to me.

i made myself some tea, trying to clear my mind, and sat by the window, watching the streets below. the familiar sights of the town, the calm of the empty streets, should’ve been comforting. but all i could think about was the smile he’d given me earlier, the way it seemed like he knew something i didn’t. i tried to focus on the sound of my tea kettle, anything to distract myself. but every time i closed my eyes, all i saw was his face.

chapter 2

the shrill sound of sirens cut through the quiet morning, signaling the discovery of another body. the scene was eerily similar to the one from the previous week—another alley, another lifeless victim. the small town, once so peaceful, was becoming a graveyard of secrets. as i stood at the edge of the crowd, my notebook clutched tightly in my hands, i felt a familiar weight pressing against my chest. this wasn’t just another story. it couldn’t be. there was something darker at play, something i still couldn’t fully understand. the police were already cordoning off the area, their faces grim as they went over the details, but i knew they didn’t have any more answers than they did the last time. the same questions loomed—why these victims? why now? i stepped forward, taking a deep breath, and moved through the gathering crowd. there was something i had to find—something that would connect these killings and, maybe, bring me closer to the one person who seemed to know more than he should: heeseung.

as i pushed through the crowd, i couldn’t shake the feeling that i was being watched again. the sense of unease from last night crept back, and my eyes darted around the gathered onlookers, trying to pinpoint the source. and there he was—standing just at the edge of the crime scene, casually leaning against the brick wall like he belonged there. heeseung. my stomach twisted. it wasn’t the first time i’d seen him at a murder scene, but this time felt different. he was watching me with that same unsettling, almost amused smile from before, as though he were aware of every thought running through my mind. the same quiet confidence. the same eerie calm in the midst of chaos. it was almost as if he wanted me to notice him. i fought the urge to approach him, but something about the way he looked at me, like he was daring me to speak to him, made me take a hesitant step forward.

i took a deep breath, walking toward heeseung, my heart racing. he stood a good few inches taller than most, his 5'11" frame towering over me as i approached. i tried to steady myself, but i couldn't shake the feeling of being small next to him. “another victim,” i said, keeping my voice neutral. “any thoughts on this one?” heeseung tilted his head, his smile curling at the corners of his lips. “another one, yes,” he replied, his tone playful. “but i think you're looking in the wrong place. maybe you're asking the wrong questions.” a chill ran down my spine. his words hit too close to home, as if he knew what i was missing. before i could respond, he turned away, his tall figure slipping back into the crowd, leaving me with nothing but more questions.

as i watched heeseung disappear into the crowd, something caught my eye. it was small, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a scrap of paper tucked into the corner of the police barrier, just a few feet from where heeseung had been standing. my pulse quickened as i walked over and carefully picked it up. it was another torn piece of my own article, the edges jagged and worn. i unfolded it, my breath catching as i read the words scrawled in the same dark ink: “you’re getting closer, but not close enough.” my hands trembled as i held it, the eerie familiarity of the message making my stomach churn. heeseung had left this. there was no doubt. i glanced around, but the crowd had already thickened, and he was nowhere to be seen. the unsettling feeling that he was always one step ahead of me grew stronger.

i couldn’t shake the feeling that heeseung was always one step ahead of me. when i got home, i immediately locked the door behind me and sat down at my desk, eager to dig deeper. i typed his name into my search engine, but all i found was a void—no criminal record, no arrest history, no ties to anything remotely sinister. heeseung was a nobody, just another face in the crowd. but i couldn’t let go of the feeling that there was something more to him. i kept searching, running his name through different forums and news sites, until one particular result caught my eye. it was a mention on a dark web message board, buried deep within a thread i would’ve never found without looking carefully. my heart skipped a beat as i clicked the link, a sense of dread creeping up my spine. it was the only lead i had—if i could dig deeper into this obscure corner of the web, maybe i’d finally find something that connected him to the murders.

my hands trembled as i navigated deeper into the dark web, scrolling through countless threads that made my skin crawl. then, i found it—an account with the username 'wolf_of_hearts.' the profile was minimal, no bio, just a collection of images that made my stomach turn. each photo showed the same chilling thing: the hearts of the recent victims, sealed in glass jars, perfectly preserved. my breath caught in my throat as a cold realization hit me. the victims... all of them had missing hearts. i had seen the bodies up close, but i had been so focused on the wounds that i hadn’t put the pieces together. the missing hearts were a signature, a gruesome pattern that tied everything together. and now, someone—he—was showing them off like trophies. my mind raced, the weight of the discovery sinking in. i needed to find out who was behind this account before it was too late.

just as i was about to close the page, a new notification popped up—direct message. my heart hammered in my chest as i clicked it open, the words on the screen sending a chill down my spine: “i know you’re watching me :)” the smiley face at the end made my stomach twist in a way i couldn’t quite explain. how could they know? how could he know? my mind raced, trying to process it. the account had been silent until now, but this—this felt like a warning. a taunt. the way the words were written felt so personal, like the sender was watching me in real time. the weight of the message settled in, and i realized with a sickening twist that i wasn’t just investigating the murders anymore. i was being watched. and he was letting me know he was always one step ahead.

chapter 3

the morning air felt heavier than usual, thick with the weight of something looming just out of sight. i had barely managed to get a few hours of sleep when the call came. another victim. another life taken. the police had found the body in a nearby alley, and the scene was already swarming with officers and bystanders. i couldn’t ignore the sickening sense of déjà vu as i pushed my way through the crowd, the usual mix of shock and curiosity hanging in the air like a dense fog. another soul claimed by the killer. another thread in the web that was tightening around this town, pulling us all closer to something dark and inescapable.

as i surveyed the scene, my eyes inevitably landed on him. heeseung. standing at the edge of the crowd, his gaze focused on me, as always. but this time, something was different. instead of me walking up to him like before, he moved toward me—quietly, effortlessly blending into the chaos. i barely had time to react before he was beside me, close enough for only me to notice. his fingers brushed against my coat pocket, slipping something inside before he stepped back, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. i froze, my breath catching in my throat as he casually walked away, disappearing into the crowd. my hand instinctively reached for the note, the paper feeling cold and heavy against my fingers. what was he playing at now?

i couldn’t bring myself to unfold the note right away, my fingers trembling as i slipped it from my pocket. but when i finally opened it, the words were simple, written in that same dark ink: "there’s a surprise waiting for you at home." my heart skipped a beat. the message was chillingly casual, like a game to him—like he already knew what i was thinking, what i would do next. it was a warning, or maybe a dare. the unsettling thought gnawed at me as i stared at the note, the weight of his words sinking in. he wasn’t just taunting me anymore. he was leading me somewhere, and i had no choice but to follow.

when i got home, my heart was still racing from the encounter with heeseung. but as soon as i walked through the door, another notification popped up on my laptop—another dm from 'wolf_of_hearts.' i hesitated for a moment before opening it, and when i did, the words hit me like a punch to the gut. the message contained everything—my personal information. my address. my phone number. details i had never shared with anyone. and then, at the end of the message, the chilling warning: “if you don’t follow my orders, you’re next on my list.” i stared at the screen, my hands shaking. how had he gotten all of this? how much did he really know about me? my mind raced, the reality of the situation sinking in. he wasn’t just watching me. he was in control now. and if i didn’t do exactly what he wanted, i would become the next victim.

“what do you want from me?” i typed, my fingers trembling as i hit send. the question hung in the air, but i knew it was futile—asking him for answers would only fuel his twisted game. my laptop pinged almost immediately, and i braced myself for whatever came next. the response was short, almost mocking: “you’ll find out soon enough. just do as i say, and you’ll stay safe.” safe. the word made my blood run cold. i wasn’t safe. not with him knowing everything about me, not with him having control over every step i took. a dark realization settled in: there was no way out. heeseung—or whoever this was—had already won. the only choice i had now was whether to play along or risk becoming the next piece in his twisted puzzle.

another message appeared on the screen, and my heart pounded as i read it. “for now, i won’t do anything. but i’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” the words seemed to seep into my mind, winding around every thought, every instinct i had to break free from his grip. there was a sick satisfaction in his tone, a promise of control that he intended to keep. it was as if he wanted me to feel his presence even when he wasn’t there, lurking in every shadow, watching my every move.

i closed my laptop, shutting out the disturbing messages, and headed to the bathroom. the hot water poured over me, washing away the tension that had settled into every part of my body. i tried to push heeseung’s words from my mind, hoping the warmth would melt away the unease, if only for a moment. after drying off, i changed into something comfortable and was finally ready to crawl into bed when a sudden notification lit up my phone screen. my heart skipped a beat, dread prickling along my spine as i reached for it, half-expecting to see another message from him.

my breath caught as i opened the message, and my stomach twisted with dread. heeseung had texted me. i shouldn’t have been surprised—he had access to everything about me, after all—but seeing his name on my screen sent a new wave of fear through me. i tapped the message, and my heart stopped. attached were photos of me in my apartment, taken from just outside my window. one showed me at my desk, another catching me as i moved around the room. the realization hit hard: he wasn’t just watching. he was here, close enough to reach me whenever he wanted.

i bolted to the window, heart racing, and pulled back the curtain. there, standing on the street below, was heeseung. he looked up, meeting my gaze with that same unnerving smile, his hand raised in a slow, deliberate wave. the streetlight cast a shadow over his face, but his eyes glinted, catching the faint glow. he knew exactly what he was doing, savoring the effect he had on me. i stepped back, my pulse pounding in my ears. he was toying with me, and no matter how much distance i put between us, it was clear he would always be closer than i ever wanted.

a part of me couldn’t deny it—this twisted game of cat and mouse had a strange thrill to it. it was wrong, so deeply wrong, to feel anything other than fear. yet, there was something about heeseung, something darkly alluring in his careful words, his cryptic messages, the way he knew exactly how to keep me on edge. i hated that i felt this way. i should be running, finding a way to get him out of my life for good. but every time he appeared, every time he left another clue, i found myself drawn in, the danger only making his pull stronger.

chapter 4 (heeseung’s p.o.v.)

i watched her from a distance, hidden in the shadows, savoring every flicker of fear, every hint of curiosity that crossed her face. she didn’t know it yet, but she was playing her role perfectly—drawn in, inch by inch, exactly as i wanted. the thrill of watching her unravel, of seeing her look over her shoulder, searching for me, was intoxicating. she didn’t understand that this was more than a game to me. i’d waited so long, watched her every move, learned every detail. and now, seeing her wrestle with herself, knowing she couldn’t pull away—that was the real victory.

satisfied, i turned away from her window, a smirk lingering on my lips as i slipped back into the shadows. the night was quiet, and i welcomed the chill as i flagged down a cab at the end of her street. the driver barely glanced my way as i gave directions, my mind already on the place i called my own—a cabin tucked far away in the woods, beyond the reach of prying eyes. it was a place where silence reigned, where every plan i’d carefully crafted could unfold without interruption.

as the taxi driver neared the house, i could feel the familiar sense of control settling in. without a word, i reached into my jacket and pulled out a thin wire, slipping it around the back of the seat. in one swift motion, i yanked it tight, pressing it against the driver’s throat. his gasps for air were brief, weak, and soon enough, his body went limp, slumping forward as he lost consciousness. i eased the wire away, watching as the man fell into a heap against the wheel. there was no need for him anymore. i stepped out of the cab, leaving the driver unconscious and the night still wrapped in its heavy silence. it would be some time before anyone even noticed he was missing.

i dragged the driver’s body out of the cab and into the shadows, my boots crunching on the gravel beneath me. the shed stood just behind the cabin, isolated and hidden from sight, the perfect place for what i needed to do. with practiced ease, i hoisted the unconscious man’s limp form over my shoulder and carried him inside. the dim light from the hanging bulb barely illuminated the tools i’d arranged earlier, each one sharp and waiting. my hands moved with precision, preparing for the familiar ritual. the driver wouldn’t be missed, not out here, not when his heart would soon join the others—each piece of the collection a testament to my affection, my obsession, and my devotion.

i paused for a moment, feeling a hint of laziness creeping in. the body could wait—there was no rush. instead, i decided to clean up. i washed my hands, wiping away the remnants of the night’s work, the routine that had become almost second nature to me. once i was done, i walked through the small cabin and into my room, a room i’d carefully curated. the walls were lined with photographs of her, the ones i’d taken from the shadows, when she hadn’t known i was watching. articles she’d written were scattered across the room, pinned up with a kind of reverence. each page was a piece of her—her words, her thoughts, her passions. it was an obsession, yes, but one that felt strangely comforting, as if i were the only one who truly understood her.

i lay back on the bed, a sense of satisfaction washing over me as i pulled out my phone. with a few taps, i uploaded the photo of the driver’s heart to my dark web account, the image serving as another grisly trophy for those who followed my work. as the post went live, afterwards, i switched to another album on my phone, one filled with pictures of her—i scrolled through each photo slowly, savoring the way her face looked when she was unaware, captured in moments where she was simply being herself. there were shots from a distance, others from close-up, each one a reminder of my proximity to her. these weren’t just images—they were my connection to her, the proof that i was always watching, always waiting for the next step in our game.

as i scrolled through the pictures, each one pulling me deeper into a dark yearning, my mind became consumed by thoughts of her. the more i saw her—her expressions, her every move—the stronger the desire grew. i couldn’t fight it anymore, not when the connection i felt with her seemed so undeniable, so real in my mind. every photo, every moment captured, felt like she was right there with me, even if she didn’t know it yet. i closed my eyes, my breath coming in shallow bursts, unable to control the pull that was getting harder to resist.

i couldn’t control myself, giving in the pleasure that aroused in me. i slowly unzipped my pants and lowered by boxers, setting my member free. slowly, but steadily, i started to stroke myself while looking at the photos of her. i couldn’t get enough, i wanted to be inside of her, but i knew i had to be patient, patient enough to let her fall in my trap. i was grunting at the thought, coming all over my shirt in the process. i got up, changed my shirt, and slept, waiting for tomorrow’s arrival.

the morning light broke through the blinds, but i had already woken, eager for what the day would bring. after a quick breakfast, i headed out to the shed, where the taxi driver’s body lay. dragging him into the back of my car, i made sure no one was watching as i drove him into town. the place i’d chosen was perfect—an alleyway just on the outskirts of the busy district, where it wouldn’t take long for the cops to find him. i placed the body carefully, making sure it was positioned in a way that would lead them straight to me. as i stepped back, i smiled, knowing the chaos and fear that would follow. the game was far from over.

chapter 5

another body was discovered that morning, the familiar grim details making their rounds through the news outlets. the police quickly released a statement, urging the public to avoid walking alone at night, the warning hanging heavy in the air. as the crowd gathered around the crime scene, i couldn’t help but notice him again—heeseung, blending in like a shadow, watching from a distance. my heart raced. i couldn’t go near the police, couldn’t risk speaking to them. the thought of what he might do if i drew attention to myself made my skin crawl. i could feel his eyes on me, a silent threat in the air, and i knew—without a doubt—that he was always watching.

as the crowd slowly dispersed, i stood there, my mind racing, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. that’s when i felt him—heeseung—his presence creeping up behind me like a whisper in the wind. he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, and i froze. "you're a good girl," he murmured, the words sending a chill down my spine. "you didn’t tell the cops about me." his voice was smooth, almost affectionate, as if he were praising a child for following instructions. i clenched my fists at my sides, but i couldn’t bring myself to move. his words were a reminder of just how much power he had over me.

a blush crept up my neck at the pet name, my face burning with embarrassment. i didn’t know why it affected me so much, but heeseung noticed immediately. he chuckled softly, a dark glint in his eyes, enjoying the reaction he’d caused. just as i tried to regain my composure, a cop approached us, eyeing heeseung with a knowing look. “you should be with your girl all the time, alright?” the officer said gruffly, giving heeseung a pointed look. “don’t want another mess to deal with.” as the cop turned to walk away, i opened my mouth to protest, but my voice caught in my throat. “i’m not his—” i began, but it was too late. the cop was already walking off, leaving me speechless, the tension between heeseung and me thickening with each passing second.

heeseung’s lips curled into a teasing smile as he watched my reaction. “you’re cute when you’re flustered,” he murmured, his voice low and mocking. i tried to ignore him, but his presence made it impossible. he sobered quickly, his expression turning serious as he leaned in closer. “don’t think i’ve lost sight of you,” he said quietly, his eyes locking with mine, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. then, as if flipping a switch, his smile returned, but there was something dark behind it. “how about we meet at that little restaurant downtown?” he suggested, his tone still playful but carrying an edge. “i think we should have a proper ‘date.’” the way he said it, with such casual assurance, made it feel less like an invitation and more like a demand.

i quickly nodded, not wanting to provoke him further, afraid of what might happen if i refused. later that evening, i received a message from heeseung—just the address of the restaurant, crossroads café. my heart skipped a beat, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling inside me. i couldn’t help but wonder what kind of game he was playing, but there was no backing out now. i decided to dress up, wanting to look nice for once. it had been a while since i’d done anything like this, since i’d last headed somewhere that required a little effort. standing in front of the mirror, i adjusted my outfit, my nerves rising as i thought about the night ahead. what was heeseung planning? and more importantly, what was i walking into?

as i walked into the restaurant, my eyes immediately found him—heeseung, sitting at a table near the window, looking dashing in a sleek suit that made him seem even more dangerous. his dark gaze met mine, a smile spreading across his lips, but there was something unsettling behind it, a quiet intensity i couldn’t quite place. as i approached, he stood up and pulled out my chair for me, the smoothness of his actions almost making me forget how unsettling everything about him was. “you look beautiful,” he said, his voice laced with genuine admiration, though i could tell it was more than that. the compliment caught me off guard, making my face flush with an unfamiliar warmth. it was the kind of thing i wasn’t used to hearing, and it left me feeling flustered, a knot of confusion twisting in my stomach.

heeseung seemed to enjoy my reaction, his smile widening as he settled into his seat across from me. “nervous?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. i tried to shake my head, forcing myself to keep calm, but he saw right through me. “don’t worry,” he continued smoothly, his tone both comforting and unnerving. “i don’t bite… unless you want me to.” his gaze lingered on me, and i felt a shiver run down my spine. despite every instinct telling me to leave, i found myself rooted to the spot, held by the magnetism he exuded, even when i knew it was dangerous.

heeseung’s eyes never left mine as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice soft but pointed. “you know, i’ve been watching you for a long time,” he admitted, his words sending a chill through me. “following your work, keeping an eye on your every move.” his fingers traced the edge of his glass absentmindedly, his gaze dark and unwavering. “it’s fascinating, really,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “how close we’ve gotten without you even knowing.” i swallowed, my heart pounding as his words settled in. the casual way he spoke of his obsession was both terrifying and strangely captivating, drawing me deeper into a web i knew i should escape but couldn’t.

i swallowed hard, my voice barely steady as i forced out the words. “what do you mean...?” my question hung in the air, and heeseung’s smile only widened, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. he leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “exactly what it sounds like,” he replied smoothly, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. “i know things about you most people don’t. i know your routines, your favorite places, the things that make you smile... and the things that make you afraid.” he paused, watching my reaction, a hint of satisfaction in his expression as he took in the shock i couldn’t fully hide.

my eyes widened in shock as heeseung casually pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a swipe and opening a hidden photo album. my breath hitched when i saw the images—dozens of pictures of me, taken from a distance, capturing moments i thought were private. me at the coffee shop, me on my walk home, even me through my apartment window. heeseung glanced up, his expression a mix of admiration and something far darker. “i’ve been in love with you for months,” he confessed, his voice soft but unwavering. “your articles... every word you write. i feel like i know you, like you were meant to be mine.” his eyes searched mine for a reaction, but all i felt was a cold, sinking feeling as i processed the depth of his obsession.

chapter 6

“i… i need to go,” i mumbled, pushing myself up from the table, heart racing as i turned toward the exit. my steps were hurried, but before i could reach the door, i felt a sudden pressure against my back—a pocket knife, pressed just below my ribs. i froze, my breath hitching. heeseung’s voice was low, dripping with calm control. “you’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his words chillingly close to my ear. the restaurant, once bustling and loud, faded around me as i realized there was no escaping him—not now.

heeseung’s grip on my arm was firm as he walked me toward his car, his expression unreadable in the dim light outside the restaurant. i wanted to scream, to push him away, but fear held me captive. as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, he glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips. “you should’ve listened to me,” he said, his tone almost mocking, as if this was all a game i’d already lost. the silence stretched between us as he drove, the city lights fading behind us, replaced by the dark, twisting roads leading toward his cabin in the woods.

heeseung’s grip never loosened as he led me up the creaking steps of the cabin, the wood groaning beneath our feet in the dead silence of the night. once inside, he turned to me, his eyes glinting with a twisted excitement. “how about i give you a little house tour?” he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. “now that you’ll be staying with me… forever.” the final word hung ominously in the air, each syllable sinking in like a heavy weight. i swallowed hard, glancing around the dimly lit cabin, wondering what horrors lay hidden within these walls.

heeseung’s grip remained firm as he guided me deeper into the cabin, each step echoing through the hollow structure. the air smelled faintly of cedarwood, though it did little to mask the metallic tang that lingered just beneath it. “this is the living room,” he began casually, as if we were ordinary strangers exchanging pleasantries. a small, battered couch sat against the wall, its cushions stained and torn. on the coffee table lay an assortment of knives—some polished to a gleaming shine, others crusted with dried, rust-colored streaks. “i like to keep my tools close,” he said with a smirk, noticing the way my eyes lingered on them.

he led me further down a narrow hallway, the dim lighting casting long, distorted shadows on the peeling walls. “and here,” he said, stopping in front of a door, “is where the magic happens.” he pushed it open with a flourish, revealing what could only be described as a shrine to his obsessions. photographs covered the walls—some of his victims, their faces frozen in fear, and others… of me. I felt my stomach twist as I recognized a photo I’d taken weeks ago, sitting at my desk, completely unaware.

“this is my favorite room,” heeseung whispered, stepping closer to me. “every detail, every moment, carefully preserved. just like i’ll preserve you, y/n. you’re different… special.” his voice was soft, but his words carried a chilling promise that left my hands trembling. as my eyes darted over the photographs, i realized something far more disturbing. the people staring back from the walls weren’t random faces—they were people who had crossed paths with me, people who had messed with me in some way. each one had a story, a connection to my life, and now they were gone, their final moments immortalized by heeseung’s twisted obsession.

heeseung’s grin widened as he noticed my hesitation, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. without a word, he led me out the back door and down a narrow, overgrown path to a weathered shed at the edge of the yard. the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something more pungent, a sharpness that stung my nostrils. "this is where the real work happens," he murmured, unlocking the door with a casual twist of his wrist. the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior, the walls lined with shelves of preserved jars, each one containing a grotesque, macabre prize—hearts, blood-stained and floating in a thick, viscous liquid.

heeseung stepped inside, gesturing to the jars like a proud collector. "each heart tells a story," he said, his voice eerily calm. "these ones... well, they didn’t appreciate your worth, y/n. so i made sure to keep a little piece of them for you." my gaze flicked to the closest jar, where a heart floated, barely recognizable, but the color of the blood still sent a shiver down my spine. heeseung didn’t notice my panic, his attention elsewhere as he studied the rows of jars. "i like to think of it as... a keepsake. something to remember them by."

“no!” i screamed, twisting free from his grasp with a surge of adrenaline. i bolted for the door, desperation fueling each step. but heeseung was faster, stronger; within seconds, he’d caught up, his arms wrapping around me with an iron grip. he tackled me to the ground, pressing me down as my breath came in panicked gasps. before i could struggle, he had my wrists pinned above my head, his face hovering inches from mine, his expression filled with a disturbing mix of amusement and possession.

heeseung’s grip tightened around my wrists, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “you’ve seen enough for tonight...” his voice dropped lower, a dark edge creeping into his words. “i’ll teach you a lesson.” my heart pounded in my chest, the terror rising as his meaning became clear. i struggled beneath him, but his weight held me down effortlessly, and all i could do was stare up at him, my mind racing, desperately trying to find a way out. heeseung’s eyes gleamed with something far more sinister, and i knew—there was no escape from him now.

“please,” i gasped, my voice shaky with fear. “let me go. i won’t tell anyone, i swear.” my words tumbled out in a frantic plea, desperate to make him see reason, to somehow convince him that i wasn’t a threat to his twisted world. “i’ll keep quiet, i’ll stay out of your way—just let me go.” my eyes searched his face for any sign of compassion, but all i saw was cold determination. heeseung’s smile only widened, a cruel satisfaction lighting up his features as he leaned in closer. “oh, you’ll learn,” he whispered. “you’ll learn exactly what happens when you don’t listen.”

without warning, heeseung hauled me to my feet, dragging me into the dimly lit cabin and toward a narrow staircase leading down into the basement. i struggled, my breath ragged, but he was too strong, too determined. once we reached the bottom, he shoved me onto the cold concrete floor. my heart raced as i looked around the dimly lit space, the walls lined with chains and shadows. heeseung’s twisted grin never left his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a shock collar, its cold metal gleaming in the low light. “this is where you’ll learn,” he murmured, slipping the collar around my neck and tightening it with a sickening click. he pulled out a small remote, its buttons small and ominous. “you’re mine now,” he said softly, pressing a button. the electric shock that shot through me was immediate, making my body tense in agony as i gasped for air.

“please, stop!” i gasped, the pain still coursing through my body as i writhed on the cold floor. tears blurred my vision, and my chest heaved with each breath. “i’ll do anything, just please…” my voice trembled with desperation, the weight of my helplessness sinking in. “please, just don’t do that again. i’ll do whatever you want, i’ll—” the words barely left my lips before heeseung’s cold, calculating gaze locked onto mine, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. it was as if my pleas meant nothing to him, just another part of his game. “anything, huh?” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling into a slow, mocking smile. “we’ll see about that.”

heeseung leaned down, his breath warm against my ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. “since you’ll do anything, i’ve shown you how much i love you... now it’s time for you to return the favor.” his words sent a shiver down my spine, every ounce of fear and confusion i felt flooding me once again. heeseung’s hand moved to the remote, and i could see the twisted excitement in his eyes. “you’ve had your chance to beg, but now, it’s my turn.” the collar around my neck felt heavier with every passing second, my pulse pounding in my ears as i realized that there was no escaping this nightmare. my body froze, unsure of what he truly meant by that, but i knew one thing for certain—whatever he wanted, it was far worse than anything i could imagine.

chapter 7 (smut)

i didn’t know what to do, panic clouding my thoughts. desperation surged within me, and in a moment of sheer instinct, i leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, hoping—no, praying—that it would be enough to calm the storm in his eyes. for a moment, it felt like time stopped. heeseung was still, his breath ragged against my lips, as if he hadn’t expected me to act this way. then, slowly, his grip on me softened, his body relaxing into the kiss. but even as he melted into it, i could feel the twisted love and obsession that drove him, a dark, suffocating need that had nothing to do with tenderness.

i quickly pulled away, my heart pounding in my chest as i gasped for air, my mind reeling. what did i just do? i couldn’t even begin to process the whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken me. but when i looked at heeseung, there was no trace of hesitation on his face—only satisfaction. his lips curved into a smug smile, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure as he watched me struggle. “see?” he murmured, voice low and almost teasing. “it’s not so bad, is it now?” he stepped closer, as if savoring every moment of my discomfort, his words lingering in the air like a cruel reminder of how deep i was tangled in his web.

i backed up, my heart racing as i felt the cold, unforgiving wall press against my back. my hands were shaking, the panic rising in my chest, but there was nowhere to run. heeseung closed the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps, his presence overwhelming, as he stopped just inches from me. his breath was warm against my face, and i could feel his gaze burning into me, a mixture of possessiveness and twisted affection in his eyes. “nu-uh,” he said softly, his voice almost a purr, as if savoring my fear. “you said you’d do anything.”

tears streamed down my face, each one feeling heavier than the last as i begged him again, my voice breaking with desperation. "please, heeseung... don't do this..." i pleaded, but his expression remained unreadable, his gaze unwavering. gently, almost too tenderly, he reached up and wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, as if he were comforting me. it made my chest tighten even more, the contrast between his gentle touch and the violence that followed unsettling. without a word, he pulled the remote from his pocket, his fingers brushing over the buttons with a cold precision. a flick of his thumb, and i felt a sudden, searing jolt of pain course through my neck, the shock collar sending an electric surge that left me gasping in agony. heeseung’s face remained calm, his eyes cold as he watched me struggle.

heeseung’s voice was low and steady, his words laced with a hint of disappointment. “i thought you were learning, doll,” he said, his gaze sharp and calculating. “but i guess i was wrong.” he stepped back slightly, watching me writhe from the pain, his expression one of cruel amusement. “you’re still not understanding what it means to truly obey. don’t worry,” he added, his smile returning, though it was anything but reassuring. “i’ll teach you... eventually.”

before i could even react, heeseung's grip tightened around me, and in an instant, he tackled me to the ground. his body weight pinned me down, and i could feel the coldness in his touch, the raw, unrelenting force behind his movements. the playful façade was gone now, replaced by something far darker. his eyes, once filled with affection, now glinted with something more dangerous—his killer instinct fully on display. "you think you can just play with me?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "you’re mine now, whether you like it or not."

heeseung's lips pressed against my skin with an urgency that left me breathless, and before i could react, his teeth sank into the side of my neck. a sharp pain shot through me as he bit down, his grip on my body tightening even more. his teeth scraped across my skin, leaving a trail of bruises, marking me as his in a way i couldn’t escape. each bite felt like a warning, a claim on my very soul, as if he were carving his name into my flesh. i gasped, the fear and thrill mingling within me, but there was no escaping the darkness in his eyes.

a rush of conflicting emotions flooded me, and i felt something i shouldn't feel—an undeniable pull, an unsettling desire that twisted inside me. despite every logical thought screaming that this was wrong, that i should resist, a part of me wanted to be ravished by a murderer. the contradiction gnawed at me; i knew it was dark, dangerous, and twisted, but i couldn’t stop the flood of desire that surged through me. my heart pounded, each beat betraying the part of me that craved the very thing i feared. i tried to fight it, to push him away, but the magnetism of his touch, his dominance, was suffocating, and i couldn’t help myself.

without warning, heeseung's lips crashed down on mine, his kiss forceful, demanding, as if he were marking me, claiming me entirely as his own. i gasped against his mouth, the taste of him overwhelming my senses as he pushed deeper, his hands still gripping me tightly. the struggle was futile; i whimpered, my body trembling beneath him, caught between the resistance in my mind and the twisted pull of my own desire. he could feel my hesitation, but it didn’t matter—he was determined, insistent, and there was no escaping him now. his kiss grew harsher, like a punishment for my defiance, and yet i couldn’t help but melt into it, my body betraying me in ways i hadn’t anticipated.

heeseung’s grip tightened around my waist, and in a swift, forceful motion, he ripped my clothes off, the fabric tearing easily beneath his hands. my breath caught in my throat, the cool air hitting my exposed skin, making me acutely aware of how vulnerable i was beneath him. his eyes darkened with hunger, and for a moment, i was nothing but his prey. i felt the heat of his body pressing closer, his breath hot against my skin as he continued to strip me of my dignity, his actions relentless and without mercy. my heart raced, fear and desire intertwining as i lay there, unable to escape the storm he had unleashed.

heeseung’s body shifted against mine, the pressure of his form intensifying as he grinded himself against me with a slow, deliberate motion. the sensation was overwhelming, sending a jolt of heat through my body that i couldn’t ignore, no matter how much i tried to suppress it. his lips moved to my neck again, trailing kisses and bites that set my skin on fire, while his hips pressed insistently, a rhythm i had no control over. i could feel the heat building between us, and despite myself, a part of me responded, betraying every ounce of logic and reason that screamed for me to stop. but in that moment, all i could focus on was the tension, the connection, and the dark desire that swirled dangerously between us.

his breath came quicker, a low, almost imperceptible groan escaping his lips as his hands moved to unzip his pants, each motion deliberate, almost torturous. i felt the room closing in around us, the sound of the zipper louder than anything else in the silence, and my heart raced in response—whether from fear or something darker, i couldn't tell. his eyes never left mine, filled with an insatiable hunger as he stepped even closer, his body pressing into mine in a way that left no room for escape. the power he held over me, the way he made me feel both terrified and alive, tangled my thoughts and emotions into a knot i couldn’t untangle. heeseung’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, his gaze never wavering as he slowly lowered them, revealing more of his member with each inch of fabric that slipped down. the room seemed to grow even warmer, the air thick with a charged silence that made it impossible to breathe, let alone think. my body betrayed me again, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and something far more dangerous swirling inside me. i wanted to look away, to push him off, but i couldn't bring myself to move—trapped between the desire to flee and the magnetism pulling me closer.

heeseung was so big, the thought of him pushing deeper into me made my mind race, doubt swirling in my chest. the idea of him fitting inside me seemed impossible, almost terrifying. my breath hitched as i instinctively shifted, trying to create some space between us, but he moved with such precision, closing the gap once again. i couldn’t stop the way my body reacted, betraying the flood of emotions—fear, desire, and a twisted curiosity all mixing together in a way i couldn’t control.

heeseung’s movements were slow, controlled, as he slowly entered, and my body couldn’t help but betray me, a soft whimper escaping my lips before i could stop it. the pain was sharp, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled, of him pushing deeper with each agonizing inch. my hands clenched the fabric of his shirt, my body trembling as i tried to hold onto any shred of control. the whimpering sounds that slipped from my lips only seemed to fuel him, his smirk growing wider, savoring every moment as he made me into a mess of conflicting desires and fears.

heeseung's pace quickened, each thrust sending waves of sensation coursing through my body, making me moan louder than i could control. his words slipped from his lips, dark and possessive. "you're such a good doll, taking it so well for me," he murmured, his voice low and taunting as if he reveled in the way my body responded, no matter how much i fought it. his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him with each movement, pushing me further into a spiral i couldn’t escape. a part of me hated the way i was responding, but another part, the one i couldn’t deny, craved it, needing more, even as it terrified me.

the pressure inside me built with every thrust, my body trembling as the heat coiled tighter. i gasped for air, barely able to focus on anything other than the mounting sensation. "heeseung, i-i'm close," i whispered, my voice shaky, a mix of desperation and surrender in my words. the admission felt like a betrayal to every part of me that still wanted to resist, but i couldn’t stop it. heeseung’s smirk deepened, and his grip on me tightened as if he was determined to make me reach that breaking point, savoring every second of my vulnerability.

heeseung didn’t slow down, his pace only growing faster, harder, until the pressure inside me finally snapped. a gasp tore from my lips as i came, my body shuddering uncontrollably, the pleasure washing over me in waves that left me breathless. my hands gripped his shoulders for support, every inch of me aching with the intensity of the moment. i was disoriented, struggling to catch my breath, as the reality of what was happening hit me in a way that was both overwhelming and terrifying. despite everything, i couldn’t stop the rush of sensations that consumed me.

heeseung's grip tightened on me as he kept going, his movements frantic, his breath ragged against my skin. i could feel the way his body stiffened, the tension building in him as he got closer. "i’m close," he muttered, his voice low and strained. with one final thrust, his body tensed, and i felt him spill inside me, his release following right after mine. the sound of his breath, heavy and uneven, echoed in my ears as he held me tightly, both of us caught in the aftermath of a moment neither of us could fully grasp. i felt a strange mix of satisfaction and emptiness, a hollow echo of what we’d just shared, the room falling into an eerie silence.

heeseung leaned down, his lips brushing my forehead in a strangely tender gesture, as if the brutality of the moment had never happened. "have you learned your lesson now, doll?" his voice was soft, almost coaxing, but there was a coldness behind the words that sent a shiver down my spine. he pulled me into his arms, guiding me toward his room, and i felt my heart race with every step. i see the pictures of myself again, articles with my name printed in bold letters, all pinned up like trophies. his obsession was laid bare in front of me, a chilling display of how thoroughly he'd been watching, tracking every move i made. heeseung wasn’t just interested in me—he was consumed by me, and now, there was no way out.

this was the unmistakable sense that i was no longer just a person to him but a possession. he stepped behind me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "you're mine now, doll. there's no escaping me." his fingers tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his dark, possessive gaze. "you’ve always been the one. i just had to make you understand." and as the door clicked shut behind me, the suffocating truth settled in: i was trapped in his world, and the darkness i had tried to avoid was now the only reality i had left.

[stormyfog]

classroom obsession 📘

yandere jake x fem!reader

content: college au, yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

you were a freshman at evergreen university, having just turned 18 a month before moving into your dorm. though a bit nervous about starting university, you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling within you. you’d attended all the mandatory orientations before the semester began, trying to ease into campus life. your dorm, maple hall, was on the second floor in room 113. since your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, you had your pick of either side of the room. you chose the right side, appreciating the extra bit of space it offered. just as you started unpacking, your roommate walked in. after a quick round of introductions, you exchanged phone numbers, beginning the first steps of sharing your new space.

once you and your roommate, winter, finished unpacking, you both joined your resident assistant, giselle, and the other dorm residents for a required event. giselle led everyone on a ten-minute walk to juniper stadium, one of the main campus buildings, which was bustling with cheers and excitement as you arrived. she guided your group to a section about four rows from the stage, where the college president soon appeared, warmly welcoming everyone and sharing what to expect for the upcoming semester. after the speech, the crowd moved outside to tents giving away free supplies—everything from notebooks and pens to t-shirts. finally, after what felt like an eternity, you and winter returned to your dorm, ready to relax after a packed first day.

classes started the following week, and i spent some time organizing my planner to make sure my schedule was in order. as a biology major, i had a few extra classes to fit in. i double-checked everything: three classes on monday and tuesday, none on wednesday, two on thursday, and just one on friday. i was relieved not to have anything on wednesdays, giving me a bit of a break. when the first week of classes finally arrived, i was ready. in each class, we were asked to introduce ourselves to the person sitting next to us and exchange phone numbers for homework and projects. in my bio 101 class, a boy sat next to me. he had wavy black hair and glasses, and for some reason, he looked familiar, though i couldn't place where i’d seen him before.

as the teacher asked us to introduce ourselves to the person next to us, i turned to the boy beside me. he introduced himself as jake, and that's when the sense of familiarity hit me. "wait, didn’t you go to elm high school?" i asked. "i’m y/n, by the way." jake’s face lit up when he heard my name. "oh yeah, i remember you! i used to ask you for the homework answers in history class." he sounded surprised, but there was something off about the way he said it. it was as if he hadn't been watching me for years, ever since we first started talking back in high school. why was jake like this? well, he was a bit of a loner—no one really talked to him. one day, i noticed he hadn’t finished his homework, which was due by the end of class. i decided to help him out of kindness, never imagining it would lead to anything more. after months of helping him with homework and quizzes, something shifted in jake. this was the beginning of his obsession.

we continued talking like old friends, even though we’d only known each other for about two years. i learned that jake was a year older than me and had opted to stay at a cabin about an hour away from campus, rather than living in the dorms. curious, i asked why he’d choose to stay so far from the university. “oh, well... i enjoy long drives, and the woods are really pretty in the fall,” he explained. i couldn’t argue with that; the fall season was beautiful, after all. but underneath his calm demeanor, i couldn’t shake the feeling that jake wasn’t exactly the innocent, puppy-like person he appeared to be. he acted as though he wasn’t the one who had pictures of me on his phone, the one who had stalked my every move. he’d dug deep to figure out which university i was applying to, then tailored his classes to match mine. he was playing the part of a sweet, harmless guy, and it was working—too well. i had to admit, a small part of me had harbored a crush on jake since high school, but i never had the courage to ask him out. now, i wasn’t sure if my feelings were real—or if he had just manipulated them.

jake had always adored you from afar, never going so far as to act on his feelings, but now it was time to make his plan a reality. back in high school, he’d become jealous whenever anyone spoke to you, especially a group of four boys who liked to tease and nag you relentlessly, pushing you to the point of tears in the bathroom. jake couldn’t stand it, and he knew something had to be done. the next day, when you walked into class, you were surprised to find that the boys weren’t there. as you took your seat, you overheard your classmates gossiping about a horrific accident. apparently, one of the boys had invited the others to his lake house, but only one had returned—he claimed to have found the others dead. they said it was a murder-suicide, the boy stabbing the others with a knife before ending his own life. as you walked toward your desk, you noticed a letter waiting for you, and without thinking, you picked it up and opened it. across the room, jake watched you with quiet intensity. as you read the letter, your eyes widened in shock. the message inside read: “princess, those boys won’t bother you again. i knew how harsh they were to you, so i made them disappear. don’t worry, i’ll always protect you. ♡”

the bell rang, signaling the end of bio class, and i said my goodbyes to jake before heading out of the classroom. what i didn’t realize was that jake was following me, quietly memorizing my schedule. as the day went on, i made my way to the dining hall, which was only a minute’s walk from my dorm. i sat down, about to dig into my food, when i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned around, startled, and found jake standing there, a casual smile on his face. "oh hey, what a coincidence!" he said, his tone light, as if he hadn’t been trailing me all day. "oh, hi!" i replied, forcing a smile, though something in my gut told me this wasn’t as random as he was pretending.

we chatted for a while, talking about the classes we had in common, and it didn’t take long to realize that we had every single class together. at first, i thought it was a coincidence, but the feeling of unease crept in. i brushed it off as paranoia. it was getting late, and i needed to head back to my dorm to freshen up. when i stood up to leave, jake offered to walk me back. "it’s okay, jake," i said, trying to downplay it. "my dorm is only a minute away. i can walk by myself." but jake insisted, his smile widening. "you never know what danger lurks in the darkness," he said, his voice too calm. reluctantly, i gave in and accepted his offer. he walked me all the way to my dorm, and when we reached the door, i said goodbye. what i didn’t realize was that this was all part of jake’s plan—he now knew the exact hall, floor, and room where i lived.

as i stepped into my dorm room, the door clicking shut behind me, a strange feeling settled in my chest. i couldn’t shake the image of jake’s eyes, still lingering on me from across the dining hall. it felt like he was watching, even though he was gone. i glanced at my phone, but there were no new messages. everything seemed normal, yet a heavy silence hung in the air, like something was about to break. i shook the feeling off, telling myself i was being paranoid, but deep down, i knew something wasn’t right. it was as if jake had somehow wormed his way into my life without me even realizing it—and that thought made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

chapter 2

a couple of months had passed, and you and jake had grown a bit closer. it wasn’t just his cute, puppy-like face that drew you in, but also his promise to protect you after someone started sending you creepy letters—letters that, unbeknownst to you, were from him. you were completely oblivious to it—or at least, that’s what jake thought. lately, though, a sense of unease had begun to creep in whenever you were around him. there was something off, a subtle strangeness in the air whenever you talked to him, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. at first, you didn’t mind when he insisted on walking you everywhere; it was nice to have someone look out for you. but over time, it started to feel less like protection and more like surveillance. the more he followed you, the more you couldn’t shake the feeling that jake was everywhere you went, and it was starting to get unsettling.

things started to go downhill when jake saw you talking to another boy. you were just chatting, nothing serious—he had simply asked for the notes he missed in class. but before you knew it, jake appeared behind you, his grip firm as he wrapped his arm around your waist. he shot the boy a cold, stern look, and with a chilling calmness, he said, "she's mine." the boy, clearly startled, turned and walked away without another word. "jake, what was that for?" you asked, confused and a little angry. "he was just asking for notes." jake's expression hardened. "i don’t care. i don’t like it when other boys talk to you." the tension in the air grew thick, and you felt your frustration bubbling over. "okay, this is getting out of hand. i’m not yours, okay? we’re just friends." without waiting for his response, you turned and walked away, heart pounding in your chest. from behind you, you heard jake’s quiet murmur, "you’ll regret saying that…"

just a week later, news spread that the boy who had asked you for notes was missing. the police had received a report from his roommate, claiming that he had hanged himself in his dorm room. a suicide note was found beside him. of course, jake was behind it all—he had forced the boy to write that note, to twist his mind until the poor guy believed there was no way out. sitting in class, my eyes kept drifting to the empty seat where the boy used to sit. then, jake walked into view, pulling me from my thoughts. “hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice too calm, too sweet. my heart raced as i looked up at him. “did you do this, jake?” i asked, unable to stop the words from spilling out. my voice shook with the weight of the question, but i couldn’t bring myself to regret asking. he tilted his head, the puppy eyes appearing, as if he were offended. “why would you ask me that?” he said, pouting as though it were the most ridiculous thing. “i was with you when it happened, remember? we were planning to meet in the dining hall.” i faltered, guilt creeping up. “right... sorry. i don’t know why i asked that.” “that’s fine!” jake chirped, his smile far too wide, far too innocent.

that night, i couldn’t stop tossing and turning in bed, my mind racing. how did jake know about when that boy died? the question gnawed at me, pulling me deeper into unease. but eventually, exhaustion took over, and i fell into an uneasy sleep. when i woke up the next morning, the sight that greeted me was more horrifying than anything i could have imagined—my roommate, winter, lying lifeless in her bed, a pool of blood spreading beneath her. i screamed, my body trembling as i scrambled to call 911. who could have done this? and why so soon? the police arrived, ushering me out of the room as they began their investigation. as they retrieved winter’s body, one of the officers found a letter tucked under her pillow—my name scrawled on the front. he walked out and handed it to me. my hands shook as i opened it, the words sending a chill down my spine. “hi sweetheart, i know you’re sad that you lost your friend, but she wasn’t as kind as you thought.” my heart dropped as i read on. “she kept talking behind your back, spreading false rumors about you. but don’t worry, i got rid of her. remember, i’ll always protect you. ♡”

my eyes widened in shock as i read the last sentence. it was the same as the letter i received in high school. this couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? my mind raced, the connection too horrifying to ignore. as the day dragged on, i couldn’t stop thinking about the letter and the brutal death of my roommate. i felt a pang of betrayal—winter, someone i had considered a friend, had been talking behind my back. but that thought quickly faded as the terror crept in. how far would jake go? when i returned to my dorm, giselle, the resident assistant, told me that i could go home if i wanted to, to get away from everything. i hesitated but ultimately declined; my parents lived only half an hour from the university, and i didn’t want to trouble them. little did i know, that would be the biggest mistake i’d ever make. walking into my dorm, my gaze fell on the pile of letters stacked on my desk. another month of them, each one more unsettling than the last. when would it all stop?

as night fell, i began getting ready for bed, the weight of the day still heavy on my mind. just as i was about to settle in, a notification popped up on my phone. it was from jake. the message read: “hey, are you okay? i heard that your roommate died.” my heart skipped a beat. that was strange—no one had released any information about winter’s death, and the police had specifically told everyone not to post anything on social media while they were investigating. “how did you know?” i replied, my fingers trembling. his response came quickly: “oh, i don’t know, someone told me earlier today.” my suspicion deepened. “the police didn’t release any info, so how’d you know?” i texted back, my gut tightening. his reply came just as swiftly, as though he was waiting for me to ask: “are you being suspicious of me?” my breath caught in my throat. “sorry, i’ve just been on high alert.” “that’s fine, i understand how you feel,” jake responded, his tone casual, almost too calm. but something about it made my skin crawl.

later that night, jake knew it was time to set his plan into motion. this was the moment he had been waiting for—the moment when everything would finally fall into place. since he had learned which room i was in, he’d stolen a keycard from the main office to gain access to the dorm building. as he walked up to my room, he slid the keycard against the sensor lock, which let out a small beep before the door unlocked. quietly, he slipped inside. the room was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon, casting long shadows. he spotted me lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. a sinister smile crept across his face. he moved closer, leaning down until his face was mere inches from mine. then, without warning, he pressed a light kiss to my lips. the unexpected sensation jolted me awake, and my eyes snapped open in confusion and shock. my heart raced as i realized someone had broken into my dorm. before i could scream, jake swiftly climbed over me, his hand covering my mouth. “shh, darling. it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice low and calm, almost soothing. “i’m going to take you somewhere safe, away from all these people.” i froze. his voice. it was jake.

as i struggled to break free from his grip, tears began to stream down my face. my mind raced—what was jake going to do to me? his sweet, innocent puppy eyes were gone, replaced by something darker, something filled with an unsettling desire. “aw, baby, there’s no need to cry,” he cooed, his voice eerily calm. “i promised i’ll always protect you.” the words hit me like a ton of bricks. the truth slammed into me—the letters, the strange behavior, the way he’d always been there... jake had been stalking me all along. he had sent those letters. before i could scream or make another move, jake shoved a rag soaked in some chemical against my face. my breath caught, and i struggled to breathe, panic rising in my chest. but the world around me began to blur, my body growing heavier, until everything went dark.

as i drifted into unconsciousness, a strange, heavy calm settled over me. my body felt limp, my mind slipping further away from reality. the last thing i heard was jake’s low, comforting voice in my ear, as though everything he was doing was for my own good. “don’t worry, darling. i’ll keep you safe... forever.” his words echoed in my mind as the darkness consumed me, leaving me with nothing but a chilling sense of helplessness. and with that, i was lost to the void, unaware of what awaited me next.

chapter 3

i woke up in a daze, my head spinning as i tried to take in my surroundings. the air was damp, the room dark and suffocating. it looked like a basement—no windows, just the faint glow of a small floor lamp that barely illuminated the space. a mattress lay on the cold, concrete floor, worn and dirty, but i couldn’t focus on that. my mind raced with one thought: i have to get out of here. as i attempted to move, i felt the cold metal bite into my leg. a cuff was strapped tightly around my ankle, chained to the wall. panic surged through me as i tried to pull away, but the chain was unforgiving. then, the door creaked open. “hi, sweetheart, you’re finally awake,” jake’s voice cut through the silence, dripping with a sinister sweetness. he stepped closer, a twisted smile curling on his lips. and just like that, my memory flooded back—the terror, the rag, the darkness. he had kidnapped me.

i backed against the wall, my body trembling as jake knelt down in front of me. tears welled in my eyes, my voice breaking. “p-please don’t hurt me…” i pleaded, desperate for any sign of mercy. “don’t worry, doll, i won’t hurt you,” jake said softly, but there was a chilling edge to his words. he reached to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, but i flinched, pulling away. jake paused, then slowly withdrew his hand. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this,” he said, his voice low and dark. “for you to be mine... forever.” my heart raced, the fear almost suffocating me. “why, jake...?” i asked, barely able to speak through my sobs. his eyes softened, but there was an unsettling intensity behind them. “you wanna know why? you were the only one who was ever kind to me... since high school. you always helped me, always looked out for me, and i wanted to return that. i wanted you to feel the same way about me.” “not like this, jake,” i whispered, shaking my head. “this isn’t how you show love to someone.” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face. “but i had to do what i had to do,” he said, almost pleading. “i couldn’t stand it when another guy looked at you, when they even spoke to you. you’re mine, and i’ll do anything to keep it that way.” my chest tightened as i begged him, “jake, please... just let me go. i won’t tell anyone, i swear.” his face hardened, and with a finality that made my blood run cold, he said, “no. you’re not going anywhere.”

a month had passed, and jake had finally let me out of the basement, allowing me to stay in his bedroom. but with that came a restriction on everything—my freedom, my choices. he wouldn’t let me leave on my own, took away my phone, and insisted that i kiss him every time he came home. i knew better than to try and call for help; the consequences were severe. i hated myself for feeling this way, but i couldn’t deny that a part of me still cared for him. one day, we went out to a restaurant for a meal. we sat down at a table near the front door. when the waitress brought over the menus, i noticed someone from across the room. it was giselle. she locked eyes with me for a moment, and i saw her face drop in shock. i’d been missing for over a month now. jake saw it too. giselle hesitated for a moment before walking up to our table. “y/n! are you okay? you’ve been gone for a while now!”

i glanced at jake, who shot me a stern look before i turned back to giselle. “y-yeah, i’m fine…” i muttered. jake immediately spoke up, his tone sharp and annoyed. “may i help you?” giselle’s gaze shifted to him, her eyes narrowing as she sized up his cold expression. after a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice tinged with concern. “i’m sorry... it’s just... we were all so worried. you disappeared without a word, and we couldn’t get in touch with you. are you sure everything’s okay?”

i glanced nervously at jake, who was gripping his glass a little too tightly, then forced a smile toward giselle. “yeah, i just… needed some time away. it was… unexpected.” giselle didn’t seem convinced. she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “if you ever need anything, you know where to find me,” she said, her eyes flicking cautiously between jake and me. “i’m just glad to see you’re alright.” jake’s jaw clenched, his hand subtly squeezing my knee under the table. i held my breath, nodding at giselle as she walked away. as soon as she was out of earshot, jake leaned in, his voice low and icy. “you’d better not forget who you belong to,” he muttered. the restaurant buzzed around us, but his words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of my fragile position.

as giselle turned to leave, i mustered every ounce of courage i had and, when jake wasn’t looking, flashed her the discreet hand sign for help. her eyes widened in alarm, and i could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what to do. but jake noticed. in an instant, his hand clamped around my wrist, halting my movement. a chilling smile spread across his face as he looked at giselle. “oh, don’t worry about that,” he said with a light, mocking laugh, though his tone was anything but friendly. “y/n has such a quirky sense of humor. just a little prank between us!” giselle’s eyes darted between the two of us, uncertainty written all over her face. she opened her mouth, but seemed unable to say anything, and i could see the moment she gave in. her lips curled into a forced smile before she nodded hesitantly. “right… well, okay then,” she mumbled, stealing one last glance at me before heading back to her table.

jake leaned in, his fingers tightening around my wrist as he hissed, “i’ll deal with you later.” his voice was a low, menacing murmur, a threat meant only for me. we barely made it out of the restaurant and into the car before he tightened his grip, his jaw clenched with barely contained rage. “you thought you were clever, didn’t you?” he spat, starting the engine. “well, i’ll make sure you never try something like that again. you’re overdue for a punishment.” i stared out the window, the restaurant disappearing in the distance, and with it, any flicker of hope i had left.

jake’s anger simmered beneath the surface, and i felt the familiar fear creeping up. i had seen glimpses of his collection—the ‘toys’ he kept hidden in the back of his room, things that weren’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. he didn’t want to hurt me, not really. he wanted to keep me, but in his own twisted way. the promise of punishment hung in the air as we drove home, and i felt my pulse quicken. jake wanted to own me, keep me by his side, and maybe—just maybe—he thought he could make me love him in the process.

chapter 4 (smut)

when we finally arrived back at jake’s house, he dragged me inside with a firm grip on my arm, not giving me a chance to even think about escaping. without a word, he shoved me into the basement, the same cold, dimly lit room i had grown all too familiar with. he attached the chain around my ankle once again, the clinking sound of metal echoing through the silence. as he stepped back to survey his work, his eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction, like he was relishing in the control he had over me. i couldn’t help but feel trapped all over again, my heart sinking with the realization that there was no getting away from him now.

jake stood in the doorway, his gaze dark and unyielding as he watched me struggle against the chains. “you should’ve listened to me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and smooth, as if savoring the moment. he took a step closer, his smirk growing with each word. “i told you not to make me angry, and now… well, i’m going to have to think of something to teach you a lesson.” his eyes twinkled with dark amusement, and there was a hint of something almost predatory in his smile. "you’ll learn to appreciate the way i show you just how much i care," he added, and my stomach churned with both fear and a strange, unwanted anticipation.

jake, with a methodical calmness, retrieves a length of rope from the corner of the room, his movements slow and deliberate. his eyes lock onto you as he removes your clothes, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. he begins measuring the rope, ensuring it's long enough to secure you properly. his hands move with unsettling precision as he wraps the rope around your wrists, binding them tightly behind your back. the ropes press against your skin, each knot pulled with firm intent. he never breaks eye contact, making sure you understand that every movement is calculated, every knot a reminder of his control. the ropes are tight, restrictive, leaving you unable to move, your body now positioned to heighten your vulnerability. jake steps back, taking a moment to admire his work, then turns his gaze back to you with a dark smirk playing on his lips.

jake steps toward the corner, retrieving the box of ‘toys’ he had kept hidden, setting it beside the mattress with a soft thud. his eyes gleam with a mix of anticipation and possessiveness as he turns back to you, his gaze unwavering. jake sits down on the mattress, patting his thighs in a silent command. “come here,” he says, his voice calm but firm, his eyes watching you intently. you don’t dare hesitate, moving toward him with reluctance. with a swift motion, he pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. your back presses against his chest, your hands bound tightly behind you, the ropes restricting any movement. his arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place as the ropes dig into your skin. you can’t escape his hold, your body pinned against him, and you feel the weight of his control in every inch of your restraint. his breath grazes your neck as his presence consumes you, a constant reminder that you're entirely at his mercy.

jake’s lips press against your neck, soft at first, but quickly becoming more insistent. he kisses and nips at your skin, leaving a trail of fiery marks that make your body tense. his hands roam over your exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating off of you as he traces every curve. the ropes around your wrists pull, restricting you further as his touch grows bolder, more possessive. he lifts you slightly, adjusting your position as his fingers slide across your skin, exploring, marking you as his. you can’t escape, not when his grip tightens around you, not when the sensation of his lips and hands drown out everything else. it’s suffocating, but the deeper you sink into his embrace, the more you feel the undeniable pull of his control over you.

Jake’s hand slowly traveled downward, his fingers tracing along your sensitive clit, making you whimper at the unfamiliar touch. Instinctively, your back arched, a reaction he seemed to savor. He slipped one finger in, then another, moving with a slow, steady rhythm that drew soft moans from your lips. Despite the conflict brewing inside, you couldn’t deny the way your body responded, the heat building steadily. The knot in your stomach tightened, desperate for release. “J-Jake… I’m c-close!” you managed to gasp. A smirk crossed his face. “Go on, come all over my fingers.” And with those words, the tension inside you unraveled, leaving you breathless.

jake reached over to the box nearby, a glint in his eyes as he pulled out a few ‘toys’ that made your heart race. slowly, he revealed each one, giving you just enough time to take in what was coming next. he started with a teasing touch, his movements deliberate, experimenting with the new sensations against your skin. each press and vibration left you breathless, your senses overwhelmed as he skillfully alternated between each toy, drawing out every reaction from you. the intensity only grew, leaving you on the edge, unable to think about anything except the mounting pleasure that jake controlled entirely.

after a moment, you felt the wave of release wash over you, leaving you breathless and dazed. jake chuckled softly and guided you to lie back on the mattress, positioning himself over you. your gaze drifted to the unmistakable bulge in his pants, and you quickly looked away, flustered. catching this, jake smirked, unbuttoning his pants and lowering his boxers, letting his length spring free. your eyes widened, and doubt crept in as you took in his size, unsure if it could even fit. "like what you see?" he teased with a quiet laugh. he aligned himself at your entrance, ready to press forward when you stammered, "w-wait! i don’t think it’ll… fit…" jake’s only response was a reassuring smile as he murmured, “i’ll make it fit,” before slowly entering, inch by inch, filling you gradually.

you were a trembling mess as jake finally filled you completely, tears slipping down your cheeks from the unfamiliar stretch. he leaned close, his voice a soft murmur. "shh, it's okay. you can handle it," he cooed, his tone equal parts soothing and possessive. he began moving in slow, steady thrusts, gradually building his pace until he was driving into you with relentless speed. his hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling you closer as he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, breath-stealing kiss. the intensity left you reeling, barely able to process the pace he was setting.

“j-jake! i’m so close!” you gasped, arching your back as the pleasure reached its peak. “go ahead,” he murmured, “i want to feel you tighten around me.” moments later, you came undone, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you struggled to catch your breath. you felt jake’s movements grow uneven, his grip tightening as he groaned, “such a good doll, taking me so well…” with one final thrust, he shuddered, releasing inside you, and as he pulled out, you could feel his warmth begin to drip down. the overwhelming sensations left you lightheaded, and you drifted into unconsciousness. jake noticed, chuckling softly as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. carefully, he untied you, lifted you up, and carried you to his bedroom. he dressed you in his t-shirt and boxers, then lay beside you, holding you close. “you’re mine, and you know it,” he whispered.