#aw snap here's some more yandere taeyong

[vergilthelibrarian]

Muse.

Yandere!Taeyong x Male!Reader

So like tw for drugging. I got a spark of an idea and decided to write this ^^ 

I hope y’all like it

Taeyong stared at the canvas, sighing as he realized that he still suffered from an artist block. He scratched his head, pouting slightly. Maybe he needed to go out for some coffee, he thought to himself. He’s been locked up in his house for about 4 days now and he needed to go out. The reason why he’s been in his house for 4 days was well, because of art block.

Thinking it was a good idea to get a cup of coffee, he threw on a sweater, a pair of sneakers and headed out.

Taeyong Lee was an up and coming artist in the art scene of Seoul. He usually painted people in a multitude of scenarios and scenery. He was becoming rather popular to say the least and he had a deadline approaching for his new art exhibit. He just needed one more painted to finish his exhibit but nothing came to mind of what to paint.

Nothing.

He even searched up scenery online to get some inspiration but nada.

Taeyong was stuck and he needed to find a muse and fast.

As he walked to the cafe, he kept his eye out for anything that would spark his artistic streak. Anything that would make him want to drop everything and paint.

Seeing nothing, he gulped as he open the heavy door of the cafe, noticing how thirsty he was.

The cafe wasn’t full today, only 3 people sat at tables, one being a couple.

Taeyong walked up to the cashier and ringed the bell as no one was at the stand.

Hearing soft footsteps approaching, Taeyong’s breath hitched as he saw the most breathtaking man that, in his opinion, he has ever seen.

“Hi! How may I help you?” he asked and Taeyong blinked his eyes rapidly, his palms becoming sweaty.

“I-I uh-I” he stuttered which caused the barista to giggle.

Taeyong coughed.

“I’ll have a hot matcha green tea with a chocolate cake.”

“Will that be for here or to go?” “Here.” “Okay, coming right up!” and the man gave the black buzzer to Taeyong and then walked away to fix the order.

Taeyong grabbed the buzzer and took a sit.

He taking glances at the young foreign barista, realizing that at one point he was staring.

Taeyong always came to this cafe because the food and drinks were good but he has never saw this worker before.

He must be new here, he thought remembering that the place were hiring again.

He looked at his phone deciding to play a game instead of continuously glancing at the young worker.

A couple of minutes has passed, Taeyong felt the buzzer go off, signaling that his order was ready and he got up to get his order.

“Thank you.” he quietly said before turning around only to be stopped by a voice.

“Umm, I don’t mean to be rude but aren’t you Lee Taeyong?” He turned around, nodding his head.

“Y-yeah. How do you know that?” The barista laughed and Taeyong felt his heart skip a beat.

“Oh, well I was searching up about the art scene here in Seoul and came across your paintings on a couple of websites that conveniently also had a picture of you as well.” he answered, his cheeks heating up.

“Really now?” and the young man nodded.

“Mhm. I really like your work. It catches everyday life in a dreamy way.” and Taeyong smiled.

“Why thank you. Really. It’s always nice to get a compliment from someone as cute as you.” he blurted, cursing himself in his head.

The barista became bashful.

“I-I’m not cute.” he stuttered which caused Taeyong to shake his head.

“You’re stunning.” he responded back, an idea popping into his head.

“How about this, I’ll paint you and show you just how beautiful you are.” Taeyong had no idea where this confidence was coming from but he rolled with it mostly because in his mind he had found his muse.

“Um, o-okay.” the barista smiled shyly.

“Since you know my name, it’s only best if you tell me yours.” “I’m Y/n.”

~~ Taeyong stared at his phone.

He took deep breathes trying to gain the courage to call you over for the first day of him painting you.

He bit his bottom lip and pressed your name, hearing the ringing of the phone. You picked up after 2 rings.

“Hi Taeyong.” and said man let out the breathe he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Hey Y/n. You’re still coming over right?” “Yup! I’m putting on my shoes now.” “Okay. See you in a few.”

“Alright.” and you hung up.

Taeyong threw his phone onto the couch, sitting bedside it.

This was his last week before his deadline which was this Saturday. He needed to get a painting done now and he thought that you would be his best bet. He was stressed out but he had hope that you would make that change.

Rubbing his temples, his head whipped to the direction to the sound of knocking. Getting up, he walked to his door, opened it and smiled warmly.

“You made it!” and you giggled.

“Yeah. I got kinda lost on my way here though. I took the right train going the opposite direction but it’s all good.” you say.

Taeyong moved to the side and you took off your shoes. Once you put your shoes neatly to the side you looked around at the living room. Natural light was shinning into the space and paint splatter along with a few hand prints decorated the wall along with some classical paintings. It was very Taeyong in your opinion.

You took your book bag off and unzipped your sweater and Taeyong took them, hanging them both on the coat rack.

“Just take a sit on the couch.” he said before walking off to the canvas. You went through your book bag and took out a book.

“Is it alright if I read?” you asked and Taeyong smile.

“It’s fine.”

You took a seat on the couch and began reading your book. Taeyong started his painting, noting beautiful you looked.

~~ Taeyong had turned on some music, it was classical music but you didn’t mind.

You yawned here and there, covering your mouth when you did.

You didn’t know why you agreed to be painted by this handsome stranger but you didn’t really care either.

Just in case he turned out to be a psychopath though, you did tell your friends where you were going and who Taeyong was, some of them even making comments on how jealous they were that you were being painted by the handsome young painter.

As you read, your ears perked up and you looked up to see Taeyong getting up from his stool. He began walking to his kitchen and you, curiously, set you book marker into the book, set it down on the couch and got up to follow him.

“You’re hungry aren’t you?” he questioned and you nodded. You practically slept all day today, only waking up when it was time for you to get ready for your painting session so you didn’t ate today.

Going through his fridge, Taeyong took out some fruit.

Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and green grapes to be exact.

He cut up the strawberries and made you a fruit salad.

Handing you the bowl he took a grape and ate it, smiling at you once he was done chewing it.

“Thank you.” you said shyly and he chuckled.

“No problem. You’re my guest. I can’t have you starving now, can I?”

You 2 walked back to the living room and Taeyong sat beside you instead of sitting on his stool.

“I’m a bit curious about the book you’re reading. What is it?” “It’s called Tale For The Time Being.” “What’s it about?” “It’s about a girl who’s planning to take her life but before she does, she writes about her grandmother who was a Buddhist Monk. It’s really good.”

“Hmm.” he hummed.

Taeyong asked some more questions and you did the same with and before you both knew, you 2 were getting to know each other.

“Wait! You like bugs?” you asked in shock.

Taeyong laughed.

“Yeah haha! I have a beetle collection downstairs in my basement actually.” “Well, as long as you don’t have spiders, I’m good. I’m scared of spiders.” you shivered “Spiders aren’t insects though.” He told you about his pet frog to which he decided to get and show you.

“Aww~” you cooed. “He’s cute.” “His name Minho.”

The more you 2 talked, the later it got and soon it was time for you to leave which Taeyong hated. He wanted you to stay if he was being honest with himself but he had to let you leave.

“See you tomorrow at the same time?” you smiled which caused him to smile back at you.

“Yeah.

~~

Taeyong stared at his ceiling.

Another day with you and he was ecstatic about it.

He believed in love at first sight and you were exactly that, love at first sight.

He dreamt of the 2 of you having a date, a picnic in a field of flowers.

It was the best dream he had in years but just like with any good dream was ruined by the crushing reality that he had 4 days to complete his painting.

Getting up, he went downstairs to check the painting.

He was surprised at how far he had gotten thinking that he may get down today if he was lucky.

Though that made Taeyong happy, he became slightly sad at the thought of you ditching him once he was done painting you.

A small voice in the back of his mind told him you wouldn’t do that but he couldn’t shake the fear of you leaving him forever.

You were foreign after all and though you were here in Seoul for college, you may leave and go back to your country one day and Taeyong couldn’t have that.

Running upstairs to his bedroom, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

~~

You knock on the door, waiting patiently for Taeyong to open the door.

After a couple of seconds, the door opened and Taeyong smiled at you, saying hi and letting you in.

You repeated what you did yesterday, taking off your shoes, sweater and book bag. You took out your book and sat on the couch and began reading.

Taeyong took his spot and began painting.

Some hours passed as you read and once again you ears perked as Taeyong said, “You must be hungry. I’ll fix you something to eat.” and got up to go to the kitchen. You sat your book down but didn’t follow him this time, instead you went on your phone.

You heard footsteps a couple of minutes later and saw a bowl of fruit and a cup enter your vision.

“I gave you some orange juice since that’s all I had. I really need to go food shopping soon.” he muttered, taking a seat next to you.

You ate some fruit and took a sip of your drank.

“Sooo, you’re scared of spiders?” Taeyong brought up and you nodded.

“Yeah. I have a serious fear of them. I can kill the smaller guys with no problem but the bigger ones.” you shuttered. “Like tarantulas scare me!”

“Hmm.” he hummed. “I don’t think it’s right to kill them. They’re living creatures after all.” “But they creep me out! Seriously, I can’t even look up pictures of spiders without it freaking me out!” and Taeyong nodded.

“I get it. But who knows… Maybe you’ll get over your fear soon...” “Oh, I hope so. I’m tired of being scared of things that are actually afraid of me! It’s a bit silly when you think about it.” You took another sip of the orange juice.

“Are you done yet?” “Pretty much. Wanna see?”

“Of course!” you responded excitedly but for some reason, you were beginning to feel tired.

Getting up, you 2 walked over to the painting and the you gasped.

The painting was of you reading and though it was a simple painting, it was beautiful. Every little detail of you he got into the painting and your eyes welled up a bit.

Let’s just say you were a very happy customer.

“I… Taeyong wow… And in only 2 days? How?” “You’re my muse.” he answered and suddenly you were hit with a wave of grogginess.

“I-I need to sit down.” you said, stumbling over to the couch and sitting down.

You’re breathing became shallow and your eyes began to flutter and soon you were passed out.

~~

Taeyong stared at your unconscious body and it laid on the floor, his eyes drinking in your figure.

He had tied you up in the basement of his house which thankfully, was sound proof.

He yawned a bit as he continue to stare at you.

He didn’t really think this through but was glad that he did it anyway.

Yes, you didn’t know each other well, but he knew that his feelings were real. He was in love and you were simply going to have to deal with it.

Once you began waking up, you blinked a couple of times, the light of the basement blinding your vision a bit.

As soon as you could see though, you met the brown eyes of Taeyong and when you tried to speak, your mouth was taped shut.

You tried to move but noticed that your body had been tied up.

Beginning to panic, you thrashed around only for Taeyong to stop you.

“Stop struggling Y/n. It’s no use really.”

You’re breathing became hard and quick.

“You know, even though I was popular with girls growing up, I always felt alone. Have you felt that way Y/n?” Your muffled cry filled the air as tears began forming in your eyes.

“I always wanted someone to love. Someone to love me, someone to heal me… I’m so broken Y/n, that’s why I paint.”

Taeyong crawled over to your body and grabbed your face, staring deep into your eyes, his head tilted.

“You… you bring light to my dull life and I can’t let you leave, no. I can’t.” he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “My friend Jaehyun gave me the drug that I spiked your drank with. I should thank him later...”

He let go of your head, gently placing it back onto the floor and got up.

He went to the back of the basement and opened a box that was on the floor. He picked up whatever it was, turned around and your eyes widen.

It was a goddamn tarantula.

You began panicking once more.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to see. Fear. I want to see the fear in your eyes. And I want to paint it.” He looked at the spider. “You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this. I’ll tell you. 1. I’m in love with you and 2.” he looked at you, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion. “You are my muse.”

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Could you do a reaction where the boys see that their lover commited suicide because of their acts?

Since the unit for this request isn’t specified, I will go with the 127 members, however, I hit the maximum limit on tumblr for text boxes for this post so Jungwoo to Haechan will be done later if you’d like. Also, if you want the rest of the members (other than 127), feel free to request for more in the future! From what I assume, the “acts” you mention are their yandere deeds. Correct me if I’m wrong!

Sorry if it was really long, I got carried away with a lot of the reactions…especially with WinWin’s…If you don’t mind, I wrote scenarios to go with it!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide, blood, self-harm; please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this topic. Please do not be influenced by the character’s decisions in the imagine, this is pure fiction. GRAPHIC!

Taeil

When Taeil came home that evening, he expected to see you, chained to the bed and sleeping alone. But when he soon found that you were nowhere to be seen, he freaked out. 

He went out on a rampage, looking in every nook and cranny of the house the two of you shared. You weren’t in the closet, definitely not hiding under the counter, why the hell weren’t you hiding in the pantry like last time?

Suddenly, Taeil snapped to his thoughts. The bathroom. 

As he tore though the hallway, Taeil tried to think of all the ways you could’ve escaped from the chains on the bed. Taeil had punished you last night, but he didn’t think it would affect you that badly. 

Storming into the bathroom, he saw your unconscious body on the cold tiles. Taeil’s sleeping pills had been scattered everywhere on the floor and you were without a doubt, dead. 

Devastated, Taeil tried to shake you awake as if you would open your eyes and laugh at him and say it was a stupid joke. But it wasn’t. This was all real.

Taeil fell to the floor and cried, hugging your corpse like a teddy bear. It was too much for the boy to handle, despite him being the source of your pain. 

Many questions ran through his head as he embraced your dead body. How did you escape those chains? How did you find those pills even though he was the only one who knew where they were? Not to mention, those pills were locked up like diamonds in a safe.

Left with questions unanswered, Taeil was confused but beyond heartbroken that he had driven you to your breaking point. But unlike the time you ran away in the mall, you had ran away forever. 

Johnny

You had gone missing a few hours ago. It was after Johnny finally agreed to take you to the movies after being well-behaved for the past four months. Of course, he should’ve expected you to use the bathroom excuse and make a run for it outside. Sadly for him, Johnny didn’t think that far ahead and sat in the dark theater, wondering when you would come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to have changed a pad, right?

Only then did Johnny realize how foolish and stupid he was for letting you go. How far could you have ran away? And how much time did he have left to find you?

Unfortunately for him, the headlines of the newspaper the following day had in bold letters, “Drowned Girl found by the River;  Suspected Suicide.” By then, Johnny clutched tighter onto the paper and took a deep sip of the coffee in his hand. Rather than feeling sad, strangely, he felt angry.

He was angry that you didn’t feel fulfilled by his unending love towards you and chose to escape that by following the route of suicide. He was upset that you didn’t even bother to talk to him about your problems, though he never would’ve listened and continued to hurt you. But most of all, Johnny was furious that you thought death was the only way to escape from this love. 

How could you have been so cruel to leave him alone? But not all hope was lost; who said death could separate the two of you? 

Taeyong

“Y/N! Y/N! Open the damn door!”

You were currently hiding in your room, Taeyong furiously knocking. Your parents had left on a business trip and thought you were old enough to take care of yourself on your own.

Unfortunately for you, a crucial thing your parents didn’t know was your psycho ex-boyfriend, Taeyong, somehow found out with his stalkerish ways and hunted down your location. He had barged in through the window of the second-floor hallway with a small pistol in his hand. 

“Y/N! If you don’t open up the damn door, I’ll blow it down myself!”

His yelling was only making the adrenaline in your body accelerate and your heart thumped louder and louder. Any second longer and Taeyong would come in and kidnap you. 

Your dignity and survival was at stake. You were sick of Taeyong coming into your life and running it like a madman. Taeyong wasn’t even normal, he was insane!

The long curtains were just at your reach. Grasping onto the thick fabric, you tried to make a rope out of it. If you were going to die, you weren’t going to let Taeyong get to it first! 

As Taeyong continued to bang on the door, you threw up your makeshift rope onto the poles of your bed. Thank goodness your parents had insisted on a canopy bed to make your room more “grand”. 

Tying the “rope” onto the bed and giving it a firm triple knot, you held your breath as you tied it around your neck. You felt your throat slowly closing up and suffocating you.

Taeyong never blew down the door. He finally punched it open but he was much too late. Your dead body hung up from the curtain rope on full display. 

He felt tears spring up to his eyes as the thought of you dead finally struck him. Taeyong walked closer and closer to your hanging corpse. Grabbing your chest, he tried to listen for a heartbeat or a pulse. But alas, he couldn’t find one.

“No…no…NO! Y/N! Please tell me this is some awful trick! You’re not really dead, right? No! Please wake up! I’m sorry!”

Through his quiet sobs, Taeyong fell to his knees, the pistol popping out of his jean pockets and onto the carpet. 

“I can’t live without you…”

Yuta

Again. This happened again.

The same creepy letters were coming to your locker. But there wasn’t much that you could do to escape that. You just transferred to this school and your parents (guardians) didn’t want to move again after finally settling into your new home.

There weren’t many suspects that you could rat on. You were the new kid and that kinda meant you were an easy target. You still hadn’t made friends that could’ve supported you through this and track down the stalker.

Weeks went on and the letters became more and more graphic. Eventually, photos of you changing, walking to school, eating at a cafe, or even brushing your teeth were included with each and every one of them! It was a surprise you still hadn’t found out the person considering there was a signature at the bottom of each note.

You fell into great paranoia and depression. It hurt to even move, fearing for your life that the stalked would be there and ready to take a picture and document it on who knows what. What made it the absolute worst though was the threats included at the bottom portion.

If you find out who I am and report me darling, don’t be surprised to attend your mother’s (or guardian’s) funeral. 

Love you too,

xoxo N.Y.

N.Y.? There were multiple people with that name. Nina Yoshima. Nicholas Yen. Nancy Yerevas. Noah Yackley. Nathan Yakish. Who on earth was it? 

This drove you into a frenzy. Soon, rather than counting down the days for school to end, you counted down the days to die. Why?

You were going to end your life. You had it. This was too much for you and it was becoming so overwhelming. So you did it. When your parents left you on your own for a family emergency, you released carbon monoxide into the air, quickly killing you.

Nakamoto Yuta. The very boy who bestowed this tragic fate unto you. And now he had to pay, seeing the news flash with your suicide all over the headlines. He hadn’t meant for it to go so far like most yanderes, he just wanted your attention and for you to notice him!

He grieved for his mistakes and refused to eat and drink. Locking himself in his room, no one saw him ever again, lounging in the back of the classroom with a juice box in one hand and a pen in the other.

Doyoung

Doyoung had heard about your death through the school’s gossip. He was absolutely heartbroken, knowing that he had crossed the line when he fought with you about your friend group. His jealousy blinded him to the point where he took action; he killed your younger friend Renjun out of rage.

You were terribly upset about that and cursed Doyoung out. For that, he slapped you hard on the face and threatened to shoot you too with the gun in his hand. But to his surprise, you grabbed onto the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight into your chest and your white blouse started to stain with the crimson blood.

Collapsing to the floor, Doyoung looked at you in horror. As he stood there, internally panicking, he soon realized that you were mumbling something. 

I will never, in all my days, forgive you, Kim Doyoung.

So here he was with his friend Kun, at this cheap frat party. Scratch that, it was Kun’s party and only God knows how wealthy his family actually is. They’re too busy bathing in hundred dollar bills to even keep track of the damn bills! 

Even though it was probably the biggest party of the whole school year, Doyoung couldn’t bear to see the drunk boys and girls dancing the night away. He tried to walk out into the balcony, but was faced with a gang of youngsters, smoking some weed. The smell was suffocating and hurt Doyoung’s eyes, so he went to the only place he knew where he could find solace.

The bathroom. Doyoung locked himself up in the cold bathroom. He sat on the toilet and buried his face in his shaking hands. The memories of your suicide haunted him to this day, even though it was over a year ago. 

He sobbed and sobbed over and over again. Doyoung called out your name numerous times and screamed out of agony in the bathroom until someone knocked through the door and asked him to shut up.

Doyoung would have one of the hardest times out of all the yanderes to recover from your suicide in my opinion because of his personality. He seems to be a yandere who is sadistic, but a true softie when you actually get hurt. Your death took quite a toll on him…

Jaehyun

Jaehyun had walked into his art studio, ready to paint you again. You were posed on the sofa, lying so still that anyone could’ve mistaken that you were dead. 

Only this time you were. You had stabbed yourself to death with the knife Jaehyun had you pose with. So imagine his horror that his art model and lover was dead and surrounded with blood. 

But in the beginning, Jaehyun truly believed that someone had broken into the studio and killed you. Because of this belief, he tried to trace down as much evidence as he could, mainly because he didn’t want to think that your suicide was your doing. Jaehyun wanted to hope that rather than it was his fault, it was someone else’s evil deed.

Eventually, Jaehyun gave up and declared to himself that your death was indeed, a suicide. From there, the disasters began.

He didn’t expect you to resort to something so drastic like suicide, especially when the night before, you seemed surprisingly cheery, willing to cook dinner for once rather than mope around in bed. In fact, there was no sign of despair and to any stranger’s eyes, it would seem like you were a loving couple rather than a helpless girl trapped in a relationship with a psychopath.

The shock would consume Jaehyun up and it wouldn’t be until a few days later when he embalmed your body since he didn’t want to bury you that it truly hit him that you were gone.

And to think that it was all his fault that pushed you to the brink of life and death. Jaehyun would be devastated and bedridden with guilt. Even more so, he would be ashamed to feel like he was the very person who took away the girl he wanted all to himself. 

During this mourning period, Jaehyun would fall into a great depression. He would take out his anger using his art until it drove him crazy. Jaehyun wouldn’t be able to focus or bear the memories of you dying. So he packed up everything and left the country, off to a new land for adventure and a new life in America.

WinWin

I will use WinWin’s real name (Sicheng) for this reaction as it is much more fitting for the scenario.

Sicheng was the son and heir of a powerful and influential company in Tianjin, China. He was spoiled rotten as a child and was used to having things his way.

So when you entered in the building as a new intern on that fateful day, he was practically bursting with excitement. Sicheng had never been exposed to many people when he was younger and most of the employees working at his father’s company were in their 40′s and 50′s.

Young and fresh-faced, you were a new person and a new friend to Sicheng. You fell for his smooth talk and innocent eyes like any normal girl would. He had his charms and quirks that intrigued you, deeper and deeper into a trap you couldn’t escape.

About two years had passed since the two of you had become couple when Sicheng placed that diamond ring on your finger and asked you to marry him. You, being completely unaware that your sweet and gentle boyfriend would show his true colors later, accepted without hesitation.

It was only on your honeymoon did Sicheng begin to reveal his cruel and manipulative ways as a yandere. He pressured you to always be by his side as he was insecure about his persona and wanted to make sure that you would never leave him.

But this new lifestyle had become unbearable for you. Constantly calling WinWin every hour. Texting him every twenty minutes a long summary of what you did. Mindlessly waiting in your shared room, locked up with a key and the windows shut with steel shutters. 

You tried to take every opportunity that came your way to run from his clutches and escape. But he was always two steps ahead of you. He planned out your every move, took your passport, and any possible weapons that you could’ve wielded. Sicheng didn’t even let you cut a damn apple without his supervision. And half the time, he did it himself, afraid that you would hurt him.

Unable to carry the weight of the relationship, you took the route that seemed like the only way out; suicide. 

Sicheng had to bring you to banquet outside, much to his dismay. However, this may have been the only way for you to vanish from him for good. So you walked in, ready to inhale the flashing cameras and the reporters shoving microphones in your face, questioning your latest disappearance.

When Sicheng turned his back from you to talk to some of his father’s clients, you made a break for the window. But the champagne you had drank beforehand wasn’t sitting well with you, intoxicating you so you couldn’t think straight.

Rather than finding a height that would be decent to jump from and still live in your six-inch heels, you ran for the balcony on the ninth floor of the hotel. Without a second thought, you threw yourself off the building and smashed onto the concrete, sealing the deal. 

The ruckus outside certainly drew some attention on the inside as the reporters clamored in to see what had just happened. And there you were, dripping with blood all over your nice ballroom gown and several broken limbs. 

An ambulance was called and Sicheng began to freak out. The next 24 hours was him pleading the doctors to save your life and to do everything they could to help you live, even if it was just a bit longer. But it was no use. You were declared dead as an “accident” until Sicheng’s own mother demanded for an autopsy to find out the truth. She had always known her own son was a bit insane in the head, but the elderly woman felt something sinister was lurking around.

Several weeks later and your apparent “accident” was changed to a suicide after the official autopsy. Signs of trauma and depression were found as investigators dug deeper into the mystery of your sudden death. 

All over social media, it was absolute madness. Articles read with Sicheng on the front cover with suspected abuse, finally drawing the attention of the authorities to bring Sicheng into custody. However, with the help of some connections and his great acting, Sicheng managed to be released within a few hours and was “confirmed innocent”. 

Surprisingly, your suicide was just as shocking for Sicheng as it was for the media and the people around him. But slowly, after people began to forget about the whole scandal and your death, the Dong’s company was having some peace and quiet.

Yet it wasn’t at all peaceful in Sicheng’s heart. It still didn’t click in his mind that the only reason you jumped off that balcony as a last resort was because of him. He continued to blame your death on well…you. 

That still didn’t stop Sicheng from mourning your loss. As much as he hurt you emotionally and mentally, he loved you from the bottom of his heart; he just didn’t know how to express it. His days were soon filled with tears and exhaustion.

_ _ _ 

And that’s it! I hit the max number of text blocks for the post so I’m sorry about that. I’ll continue on another post if you’d like!

Edit: For some reason the “read more” button after the trigger warning isn’t showing, so I’ll try and get that fixed.