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stormyfog · 4 months ago

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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.

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