#jeongin yandere

[onlyforyoukook]

No self control

paring: jeongin x fem¡reader

synopsis: Jeongin becomes obsessed with y/n after she transfers to his school, secretly stalking her and learning everything about her from afar. y/n starts to sense someone watching her but can’t figure out who. One day, Jeongin befriends her, using their newfound friendship to gain even more access to her life. While y/n feels safer with him around, she has no idea her trusted friend is the very person she’s been afraid of all along.

wc: 9.4k

genre: one shot, angst, yandere.

You feel like the air is heavier here, as if it’s pressing down on you every time you walk into the school building. Being new isn’t easy, but something about this place feels different. It’s not just the unfamiliar faces or the unspoken rules of the social circles—no, it’s something else. Something you can’t quite explain.

You glance around as you walk to class, clutching your bag tighter to your chest. Everyone seems busy, caught up in their own little worlds. But every now and then, you feel it—a strange prickling at the back of your neck, like someone is watching you. You try to shake it off, telling yourself you’re imagining things. You’re just nervous. That’s all.

But Jeongin isn’t imagining anything. He is watching you.

It started on your first day. You were sitting in the second row, your shoulders hunched like you were trying to make yourself invisible. Jeongin sat in the back, as always, his seat tucked into the corner of the classroom. From there, he had the perfect view of everyone—especially you.

You didn’t notice him that day, or the next, but he noticed you. He noticed the way you always arrived a few minutes early, sitting down with your hands folded neatly on the desk. He noticed how your gaze darted around nervously, like you were afraid to make eye contact with anyone. And he noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were thinking, your fingers brushing your cheek.

At first, Jeongin didn’t think much of it. You were just the new student, someone different in a school full of faces he already knew too well. But as the days went on, he found himself watching you more and more. He told himself it was harmless, just curiosity. But deep down, he knew it was something else.

He started memorizing little things about you. The way you always chose the same seat in the cafeteria, even though it was near the door where the cold draft blew in. The way you frowned when you were reading, like you were trying to solve a puzzle. The way you smiled when you thought no one was looking, soft and fleeting, like a secret.

Jeongin began timing his day around you. He’d leave his house earlier than usual, just so he could see you walking to school from the corner of the street. He’d linger in the hallways, pretending to check his phone, just to catch a glimpse of you heading to your next class.

And then there were the evenings. Jeongin told himself it wasn’t strange to follow you home—he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He just wanted to make sure you were safe. That’s what he told himself every time he trailed behind you, keeping far enough away so you wouldn’t notice.

But you started to notice.

It was subtle at first—a feeling, nothing more. Walking home one day, you couldn’t shake the sense that someone was behind you. You turned around quickly, but the street was empty. Still, the feeling stayed with you, crawling under your skin.

By the second month, it was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just on your way home anymore. You felt it in the hallways, in the library, even in the cafeteria. But every time you looked, there was nothing. No one.

Jeongin was careful. He stayed hidden, blending into the background, watching as you grew more and more paranoid. A part of him felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop. The more he watched, the more he felt like he knew you—better than anyone else ever could.

He started to wonder what it would be like to talk to you. To sit beside you in class, to hear your voice up close. The thought scared him. What if you didn’t like him? What if you found out what he’d been doing and pushed him away?

But then he saw you one day, sitting alone on the bleachers after school. You looked so small, so lost, staring out at the empty field. Something inside Jeongin twisted, a mix of longing and something darker. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to get closer.

That night, he made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he would talk to you. Tomorrow, he would become your friend.

And you wouldn’t even know you were letting the shadow into your life.

The next morning, Jeongin wakes up earlier than usual. He’s never cared much about how he looks—usually, it’s just a quick brush of his hair and throwing on whatever’s clean. But today, he takes extra time in front of the mirror, smoothing out his shirt and trying different smiles. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. He’s spent weeks watching you, learning every little detail about you. He knows exactly what to say, how to make you feel comfortable around him.

But as he walks to school, a strange sort of thrill courses through him. He’s never tried to get close to anyone like this before. He’s always been more of an observer, staying on the edges of things. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t just want to watch you anymore—he wants to be a part of your life.

When he sees you that morning, you’re sitting at your usual spot in the classroom, your hands folded neatly on the desk. You look a little tired, like you didn’t sleep well. Jeongin knows why—you’ve been feeling uneasy, haven’t you? Like someone’s been watching you. He feels a flicker of satisfaction at the thought, but he quickly pushes it down.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the seat next to you.

You glance up, startled. For a moment, you just blink at him, like you’re trying to figure out why someone’s talking to you. “Hi,” you say softly, your voice uncertain.

“I’m Jeongin,” he says, flashing you a warm smile. “I don’t think we’ve talked before. You’re new here, right?”

You nod, your shoulders relaxing a little. “Yeah. I transferred a couple of months ago.”

“Must be tough,” he says, leaning back in his chair like he’s completely at ease. “New school, new people… It can’t be easy.”

“It’s… okay,” you say, though your voice doesn’t sound very convincing.

Jeongin smiles again, and this time, it’s softer. “Well, if you ever need someone to show you around or anything, let me know. I’ve been here forever. I know all the best spots.”

For the first time, you smile back. It’s small, barely there, but it’s enough to make Jeongin’s chest tighten. This is it, he thinks. The beginning.

As the days go on, Jeongin becomes a constant presence in your life. He’s always there—walking with you to class, sitting with you at lunch, even helping you with your assignments when you’re struggling. He’s so easy to talk to, so understanding, that you find yourself opening up to him in ways you haven’t with anyone else.

You don’t realize it, but he’s wormed his way into every corner of your life. And while you’re starting to feel safer with him around, he’s still watching you from the shadows.

He knows your schedule by heart now. He knows when you leave for school, when you get home, and how long you stay up at night scrolling through your phone. He knows which drawer you keep your favorite sweatshirt in, and how you always leave your window unlocked, even though you’ve started checking it before bed.

Jeongin starts coming to your house more often—not as a guest, but as a shadow. Late at night, when the neighborhood is quiet and the lights in your house have gone out, he slips into your backyard. At first, he just watches through the window, his breath fogging up the glass. But then he starts coming inside.

It’s easy, really. The first time he does it, his hands shake as he pushes your window open, but by the second and third time, it feels almost natural. He moves through your room like a ghost, careful not to disturb anything.

He starts small—taking things you wouldn’t notice are missing. A hair tie from your desk. A pen you left on your nightstand. He keeps them hidden in a box under his bed, each item carefully placed like a piece of a puzzle.

One night, he takes your necklace. You haven’t worn it in weeks, so he knows you won’t notice it’s gone. Still, his heart races as he slips it into his pocket, the cool metal pressing against his fingers.

You don’t notice. You don’t notice any of it.

But Jeongin does. He notices everything.

One evening, as you’re sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone, that familiar unease creeps over you again. You glance toward the window, your chest tightening. It’s locked. You made sure of it this time.

Still, the feeling doesn’t go away. It clings to you, heavy and suffocating. You shake your head, trying to push it aside. Jeongin said you were safe, didn’t he? And you believe him. Why wouldn’t you?

Meanwhile, Jeongin sits in his room, the necklace you wore in his hands. He rolls it between his fingers, his mind racing. You trust him now. You’ve let him in, just like he knew you would.

But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

And as he stares at the necklace, an idea begins to form in his mind—something bold, something risky. But if it works, it’ll bring him even closer to you.

Closer than ever before. For now, he waits. But not for long. It happens on a quiet afternoon, long after you’ve started calling Jeongin your friend. The two of you are sitting under a tree in the school courtyard, away from the noise of the other students. He’s leaning back against the trunk, legs stretched out, while you sit cross-legged beside him, fiddling with a blade of grass.

It’s been a rough day for you one of those days where the weight of everything feels just a little heavier. You’re quieter than usual, your eyes fixed on the ground, and Jeongin notices. He always notices.

“You’ve been kind of out of it today,” he says, his tone light but tinged with concern. “Everything okay?”

You hesitate. Jeongin has been nothing but kind to you, always there when you needed someone. You’ve told him little things about yourself—your favorite books, the music you like, how you hate math but love history. But you’ve never told him why you’re really here, why you transferred schools and left everything behind.

You glance at him, his warm brown eyes watching you patiently, and something in his gaze makes you feel safe. Like you can tell him anything.

“I don’t talk about it much,” you say softly, your fingers still tugging at the grass. “But… my parents fight a lot. Like, a lot.”

Jeongin tilts his head, encouraging you to go on. “That sounds hard,” he says gently.

“It is,” you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s like they can’t stand each other, but they won’t do anything about it, you know? They just… yell. All the time. At each other, at me. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

You pause, your throat tightening, but Jeongin doesn’t rush you. He just sits there, quiet and steady, waiting.

“So, I left,” you continue. “I begged them to let me transfer schools, to let me start over somewhere else. I thought maybe… maybe if I got away from them, things would get better. Maybe I could finally breathe.”

Jeongin’s jaw tightens ever so slightly, but his voice remains calm. “Do you think it’s helped? Being here?”

You shrug, your shoulders slumping. “I don’t know. It’s not as loud, I guess. But sometimes I feel like… like I’m running away, you know? And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”

“You’re not running away,” Jeongin says firmly, his tone surprising you. “You’re trying to find peace. That’s not the same thing.”

You look at him, startled by his sudden conviction. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he replies, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re stronger than you think. Most people would’ve stayed and let it crush them, but you didn’t. You left. That takes courage.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and for the first time in a long time, you feel understood. You give him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Jeongin. I… I’ve never really talked to anyone about this before.”

“I’m glad you told me,” he says, his voice softening again. “I’m always here, you know? Whenever you need someone to talk to.”

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you. For the first time since you transferred, the heavy weight you’ve been carrying feels a little lighter.

But what you don’t see is the flicker of satisfaction in Jeongin’s eyes. You trust him now. You’ve let him in, shared something no one else knows.

That night, Jeongin sneaks into your room again. He stands in the dim light, looking around at the space that feels more familiar to him than his own. His gaze lands on the small bracelet sitting on your desk—a simple piece of jewelry you’ve worn a few times but haven’t touched recently.

He picks it up, his fingers brushing over the beads, and slips it into his pocket.

As he turns to leave, his eyes fall on your bed. You’re fast asleep, your face peaceful, completely unaware of the shadow standing in your room.

Jeongin smiles to himself.

You told him you wanted to stop running, to find peace. And he’ll make sure you do. With him.

The next morning, you wake up feeling lighter, as though the weight of your confession had somehow melted away in the quiet of the night. Jeongin’s words stick with you, echoing in your mind as you get ready for the day. For the first time in months, it feels like someone understands.

At school, Jeongin is waiting for you by the front gate, his easy smile greeting you as you walk up the steps.

“Hey,” he says casually, falling into step beside you. “How’re you feeling?”

You hesitate, glancing at him. “Better, I think. Thanks again for yesterday.”

“Of course,” he replies, brushing it off like it’s nothing. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Friends. The word lingers in the air between you, and for a moment, you think about how quickly Jeongin has become a part of your life. It’s strange, but comforting.

The day that follow feel lighter with Jeongin around. He makes you laugh when you’re stressed, keeps you company when you feel lonely, and listens when you talk about your struggles. He feels like the anchor you didn’t know you needed. But what you don’t know is that Jeongin’s watching you even more closely now. Your confession has only deepened his obsession.

Jeongin’s Room

Late at night, Jeongin sits in his room, surrounded by the little pieces of you he’s taken. Your bracelet is on his desk, next to the necklace he stole weeks ago. A pen with your favorite brand’s logo. A scrap of paper you’d doodled on during class, the ink faint but still visible.

He picks up the bracelet, turning it over in his hands. He imagines you wearing it, the way it would rest lightly against your wrist. It feels like a piece of you that only he gets to have. But it’s not enough. He wants more. He wants all of you.

The next afternoon, the two of you are sitting in the library. You’re working on an assignment while Jeongin pretends to do the same, his notebook open but blank. He’s watching you again, though you don’t notice.

You let out a small sigh, your pencil pausing mid-sentence. “I’ve been thinking,” you say softly, not looking up from your paper.

“About what?” Jeongin asks, leaning slightly closer to you. “About going back home. Maybe just for a weekend,” you admit. “It’s been months, and… I don’t know. Maybe I should try to fix things with my parents.”

Jeongin’s smile falters for a fraction of a second, but he recovers quickly. “Do you think they’d listen?”

You shrug. “Probably not. But I can’t avoid them forever, right? It’s… exhausting.”

Jeongin’s jaw tightens, though his voice stays calm. “If you think it’s what you need, then you should do it. But just remember, you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here.”

You glance at him, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. “Thanks, Jeongin. That means a lot.”

But Jeongin’s mind is racing. The thought of you going back, even for a weekend, sets him on edge. He doesn’t want you to leave. Not now. Not when he’s finally gotten so close to you. As the night quickly approaches Jeongin is back at your house, slipping through your window with practiced ease. He moves silently, his eyes scanning the room until they land on your desk. Your journal is there, the edges worn from frequent use. He hesitates for only a moment before opening it, flipping through the pages until he finds something that catches his eye. Your handwriting is neat but hurried, your thoughts spilling out onto the paper.

“I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, leaving them behind. But staying felt like suffocating. I wish someone would just tell me what to do.”

Jeongin’s fingers tighten on the page. He doesn’t need to read more; he already knows you better than anyone else ever could. And he knows what you need.

Him.

The next day at lunch, Jeongin casually brings up the idea of hanging out over the weekend. “You know, we’ve never really done anything outside of school. What do you think?”

You look at him, surprised. “Like… what?”

“I don’t know. A movie? Or we could just hang out at your place,” he suggests, his tone light.

You hesitate. “I mean, that sounds fun, but…”

“But?” he prompts, tilting his head.

“I was thinking about going home this weekend. I haven’t decided yet, though.”

Jeongin’s expression doesn’t change, but inside, he’s already coming up with a plan. “Well, if you end up staying, let me know. We could do something fun. Take your mind off things.”

You nod, giving him a small smile. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll let you know.”

That night, Jeongin goes back to your house. His movements deliberate and precise. He takes another item a keychain you keep on your bookshelf—and leaves everything else untouched. But this time, he does something different. He places the bracelet he took weeks ago on your desk, setting it down carefully where you’ll see it. When you wake up the next morning, you notice it immediately.

“That’s weird,” you mutter, picking it up. You’re sure you hadn’t seen it in weeks. Had you just overlooked it?

The thought nags at you as you get ready for school, but you push it aside. You have bigger things to worry about.

But Jeongin knows you’ll keep thinking about it. It’s a breadcrumb, a subtle reminder that he’s always been close.

The day before you’re going to go visit your parents, you and Jeongin meet under the same tree in the courtyard where you often sit together. The afternoon sun filters through the branches, casting soft light over the both of you.

“You’re really going through with it, huh?” Jeongin asks, leaning back against the trunk. His voice is calm, but there’s a faint edge to it, like he’s trying to keep something from spilling out. You nod, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Yeah. I figure it’s time to stop avoiding them. I don’t know if it’ll make anything better, but I feel like I owe it to myself to try.”

Jeongin studies you for a moment, his gaze soft. “That’s really brave of you, y/n I mean it.”

You glance at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Jeongin. I don’t know what I’d do without you lately. You’ve been… a really good friend.”

His heart skips a beat at your words, though his expression remains calm. “I’m just glad I can help,” he says, his lips curving into a small smile.

As the conversation drifts to other topics, Jeongin suddenly reaches into his bag and pulls out his jacket—a simple black one with a faint, comforting scent of cedarwood and something distinctly him.

“Here,” he says, holding it out to you.

You blink at him, confused. “What’s this for?”

“For the trip,” he says casually, though his eyes are focused on you. “I thought you might want something… familiar. You know, in case things get overwhelming with your parents.”

You hesitate, touched by the gesture. “Jeongin, I can’t take your jacket—”

“Sure you can,” he interrupts, his voice firm but warm. “Just think of it as a reminder that you’re not alone. Even if things get rough, you’ll know someone’s rooting for you.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you reach out to take the jacket. “Thank you,” you say softly, pulling it into your lap. “That… means a lot.”

Jeongin just smiles, though inside, he’s practically buzzing. The thought of you wearing his jacket, carrying a piece of him with you, fills him with a strange sense of satisfaction. Later, when the house is quiet and you’re fast asleep, Jeongin slips through your window once again. This time, he doesn’t linger by your desk or admire the items he’s already taken. He heads straight for your closet, his eyes scanning the neatly hung clothes until he finds what he’s looking for.

Your sweater. The one you always wear on rainy days, the one that smells like you. He carefully pulls it from the hanger, folding it neatly before tucking it into his bag.

As he stands there, his eyes flick to your sleeping form. You’re curled up in bed, Jeongin’s jacket draped over the chair by your desk. A faint smile plays on his lips as he steps back into the shadows, his heart pounding with exhilaration.

The morning of your trip arrives, and you find yourself holding Jeongin’s jacket as you pack your bag. You almost leave it behind, but something stops you. The memory of his words how he said you weren’t alone lingers in your mind.

So, you slip it on. The fabric is warm, the faint scent of him wrapping around you like a hug. You glance at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the collar before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

What you don’t know is that Jeongin is already watching.

From a distance, he follows you to the bus station, his hoodie pulled up to hide his face. He watches as you board, his eyes never leaving you. You’re wearing his jacket, and that alone makes his chest tighten with an odd mix of pride and possession.

He takes the next bus, keeping his distance as he follows you all the way to your parents’ house. When you arrive, he finds a spot across the street, hidden behind a tree, where he can watch without being seen.

You hesitate at the front door, your hand hovering over the handle. Even from where he stands, Jeongin can see the tension in your shoulders. You take a deep breath before finally stepping inside, the door closing behind you.

Jeongin stays where he is, his eyes fixed on the house. He imagines you inside, facing the people who’ve caused you so much pain. He doesn’t know what’s being said, but his mind races with possibilities.

Hours pass, but Jeongin doesn’t move. He waits, patient and silent, his gaze never straying from the front door.

When you finally step outside again, the sun is beginning to set. You look tired, your expression hard to read, but you’re still wearing his jacket.

Jeongin’s lips curl into a faint smile. You may have gone back to your family, but in the end, you’re still carrying a piece of him with you.

And as he watches you walk away, his mind is already working, already planning. You think you’re free, but you don’t realize that Jeongin is always there, just out of sight. Watching. Waiting. Because no matter where you go, you’ll always belong to him.

The walk back to your house feels heavier than usual. The sky is a murky gray, the sun buried behind thick clouds. You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around yourself, your eyes red and swollen from crying. Your chest feels raw, the words your parents had thrown at you still echoing in your head.

“Why did you even come back? You left us—don’t act like you care now.”

“You think running away makes you better than us?”

“We’re fine without you, so just go back to wherever you came from.”

Each word had cut deeper than the last, and now it feels like the world is caving in around you.

Jeongin follows at a distance, his hood pulled up, his steps silent on the pavement. He’d seen you leave the house hours ago, wiping your tears as you stormed out. Now, as he watches you walk, shoulders shaking and head bowed, something stirs inside him.

Anger. Not at you, but at the people who’d hurt you. The people who didn’t see how special you were.

He grips the strap of his bag tightly, his jaw clenched. They don’t deserve you.

When you finally reach your house, the sky has darkened, the first drops of rain beginning to fall. You fumble with your keys, your vision blurred by tears, and push the door open.

The house feels too quiet, too empty. You drop your bag by the door and sink onto the couch, burying your face in your hands as the sobs wrack your body.

Jeongin stands outside, the rain soaking through his hoodie as he stares at your window. He can see your silhouette through the thin curtains, the way your shoulders shake as you cry. It makes something twist in his chest—a strange mix of frustration and guilt.

He wants to go inside, to wrap his arms around you and tell you that it’s okay. That you don’t need anyone else, not your parents, not anyone. You have him.

But he knows he can’t. Not yet.

So he waits, standing in the rain, his hands clenched at his sides as he watches you fall apart.

You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, burying your face in the fabric. It smells like him—warm, comforting, safe. It makes you feel a little less alone, but it also makes you feel guilty.

You’d leaned on Jeongin so much lately, but you hadn’t really told him how much his friendship meant to you. He was always there, always understanding, and you weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve someone like him.

You wipe your eyes, your hands trembling. You make a mental note to thank him tomorrow.

The night feels endless as you cry yourself to sleep, Jeongin’s jacket still wrapped around you. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, replaying every painful word from your parents. Exhaustion eventually takes over, and you drift into a restless sleep.

In the middle of the night, you stir, feeling the weight of something heavy in the room. Your eyes flutter open, blurry from sleep, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you’re awake or still dreaming.

The faint outline of a figure stands near your closet. Your heart lurches, a cold wave of fear washing over you. The figure is holding something—your sweater.

“Jeongin?” you croak, your voice trembling as you sit up in bed.

The figure turns toward you, and your breath catches in your throat. It is Jeongin. His expression is calm, almost too calm, as he steps closer, the sweater still in his hands.

“Why… Why are you here?” you stammer, your voice shaking.

He tilts his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I couldn’t leave you alone, y/n. I needed to make sure you were okay.”

Your pulse races, panic bubbling in your chest. “You shouldn’t be here. This—this isn’t normal, Jeongin.”

He takes another step closer, his voice soft but eerily steady. “You don’t understand, y/n. I’m the only one who cares about you. They don’t—your parents, they don’t see you the way I do.”

“Jeongin, please,” you plead, tears streaming down your face. “You need to leave. This isn’t right.”

He kneels beside your bed, his expression unwavering. “I’ll leave when you realize you need me, y/n. I’ll leave when you stop pushing me away.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, and just as you’re about to scream, the world around you blurs—and suddenly, you jolt awake, gasping for air.

Your room is quiet. Still. The faint sound of rain patters against the window. Your heart pounds as you glance around, your breath hitching when you see your closet. The door is shut, undisturbed.

It was a dream.

You clutch Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, your hands trembling. The dream felt so real his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he seemed so sure of his words.

But it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

You shake your head, trying to push the lingering fear away. “It was just a dream,” you whisper to yourself. “Just a dream.”

As you lie back down, willing yourself to calm down, you fail to notice the faint footprints on the carpet near your window, still damp from the rain outside.

The morning comes with pale light filtering through your curtains. Your eyes feel heavy, your body sluggish from the restless night. You sit up slowly, glancing around your room. Everything seems normal now, though the dream still lingers at the edges of your mind, vivid and unnerving. You shake your head, trying to dismiss the uneasy feeling that creeps up your spine. It was just a dream, you remind yourself again, but something about it keeps bothering you.

After getting ready, you grab your bag and head out. The rain from last night left the streets damp, the air cool against your skin. You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, the faint scent of him oddly comforting despite the unease that lingers in your chest.

When you reach the courtyard, Jeongin is already waiting under the usual tree. He waves at you, his smile warm and inviting. Just seeing him there makes your tension ease a little.

“Morning,” he says as you approach, tilting his head to study you. “You look tired. Everything okay?”

You hesitate, clutching the straps of your bag. “I didn’t sleep well,” you admit, sitting down next to him. “I… had this weird dream.”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “A dream? What kind of dream?”

You glance at him, unsure if you should even bring it up. But he’s always been someone you could talk to, someone who listens without judgment. So you take a deep breath and begin.

“It was about you,” you say, watching his reaction carefully.

Jeongin’s eyes widen slightly, but his expression remains calm. “Me?” he echoes, leaning in slightly. “What happened?”

“It was so strange,” you continue, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “In the dream, I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were in my room. You were holding one of my sweaters, and when I asked you why you were there, you said you wanted to make sure I wasn’t alone.”

Jeongin doesn’t say anything right away. His expression is unreadable, though there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something you can’t quite place.

“It felt so real,” you add, shivering at the memory. “I even thought I saw wet footprints on the floor this morning, but I guess I was just imagining things.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort.

Jeongin tilts his head, his gaze fixed on you. “That’s… an interesting dream,” he says slowly, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

“I know it’s ridiculous,” you say quickly, trying to brush it off. “It’s just… I’ve been so stressed lately with everything that happened at my parents’ house. I think my brain’s just messing with me.”

Jeongin nods, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Dreams can be strange like that. But you know,” he adds, his tone softer, “if you ever feel unsafe or alone, you can always call me. I’d come over in a heartbeat.”

His words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. “Thanks, Jeongin,” you finally say, offering him a small smile. “You’ve been such a good friend to me.”

He smiles back, though there’s something behind it—something you can’t quite put your finger on. “Of course,” he says. “That’s what friends are for.”

But as you look away, focusing on the students passing by, Jeongin’s gaze lingers on you. His mind replays your words, his heart racing as he realizes just how close you are to the truth. He wonders if you’ll ever figure it out. And what he’ll have to do if you do.

The days blur together, and soon, the dream you had about Jeongin fades to the back of your mind. You convince yourself it was nothing more than your subconscious playing tricks on you, a side effect of all the stress you’d been under. Jeongin remains as kind and attentive as ever, his presence becoming an anchor in your chaotic world.

He walks you to and from school, sits with you during lunch, and even texts you late into the night, ensuring you always feel like someone is there for you. You’re grateful, genuinely so. With him around, the loneliness that used to weigh you down feels lighter.

But unbeknownst to you, Jeongin hasn’t forgotten. Not about the dream, and certainly not about the things he’s been doing behind closed doors.

Jeongin has grown more careful now. He knows your schedule like the back of his hand—the exact time you fall asleep, the way you toss and turn before finally settling, and the little sighs you make as you drift off.

He waits until the house is silent, the lights off, and the streets empty. Climbing through your window has become second nature to him now, the creak of the frame barely audible as he slips inside.

This time, he doesn’t go to your closet. Instead, his eyes wander across your room, searching for something more personal, something that will bring him closer to understanding every piece of you.

His gaze falls on your desk, where your journal sits tucked beneath a stack of notebooks.

Jeongin’s heartbeat quickens as he carefully pulls the journal out, his fingers trembling slightly as he opens it. The pages are filled with your handwriting, messy but endearing, each word revealing a piece of your inner world.

He reads about your struggles, your fears, and even the little things that make you happy—like how much you love the smell of rain or the way certain songs make you feel understood.

As he turns the pages, he finds an entry about him.

“Jeongin’s been such a good friend lately. I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet someone like him. Sometimes I feel like he knows me better than I know myself. I wish I could be as strong as he is.”

A slow smile spreads across Jeongin’s face. You’re thinking about him, writing about him. It feels like a validation of everything he’s done, everything he’s sacrificed.

But then he sees another entry—a more recent one.

“I had this weird dream about Jeongin. It felt so real. I don’t know why, but it’s been bothering me. I keep telling myself it was just a dream, but there’s this nagging feeling I can’t shake.”

Jeongin’s smile falters for a moment, his grip on the journal tightening. He reminds himself it was just a dream—you couldn’t possibly know. Still, the fact that your subconscious even came close unsettles him.

He closes the journal and sets it back exactly where he found it, making sure nothing looks out of place. His eyes scan the room again, landing on a small trinket on your bedside table—a bracelet you’ve stopped wearing, one he’s never seen you use.

It’s perfect. Small enough that you wouldn’t notice it missing, yet personal enough that it feels like a part of you.

Jeongin slips the bracelet into his pocket before casting one last glance at your sleeping form. You look peaceful, your chest rising and falling steadily, completely unaware of the storm brewing just feet away.

You wake up feeling refreshed, the tension from the past week finally starting to fade. You stretch and glance at your desk, grabbing your journal to jot down a few thoughts before school. Everything looks just as you left it, and you don’t think twice about opening it to a fresh page.

As you write, Jeongin texts you.

Jeongin: Morning! Did you sleep well?

You: Yeah, surprisingly! I feel better today. Thanks for checking on me.

Jeongin: Of course. Can’t have my favorite person feeling down :)

You: Lol, favorite person? Aren’t I lucky.

Jeongin: You are.

You smile at your phone, completely unaware of the bracelet now missing from your nightstand or the journal entry that Jeongin had read the night before.

At school, Jeongin watches you from across the courtyard, his heart swelling as you laugh with some classmates. The bracelet he took from your room sits in his pocket, a constant reminder of how close he is to you—even closer than you realize.

To him, it’s not stealing. It’s preserving. Keeping pieces of you for himself, ensuring that no matter what happens, he’ll always have something of yours.

But even as he watches you, his mind is already turning, already planning.

Because as much as you think you’re starting to feel better, Jeongin knows there’s still a part of you that’s holding back—a part of you that hasn’t fully let him in.

And he’ll do whatever it takes to change that.

No matter what.

As the days pass, you find yourself spending more and more time with Jeongin. The unease you once felt around him has all but disappeared. Instead, there’s a warmth, an undeniable comfort whenever he’s near. He’s always there when you need him—whether it’s a text late at night when you can’t sleep or a small gesture like bringing you your favorite snack during lunch.

You begin to feel things for him that you hadn’t expected. His smile makes your heart skip a beat, and when he talks, you find yourself hanging on every word. There’s a gentleness to him that draws you in, an unspoken kindness that makes you feel like you matter.

But despite the growing closeness between you, there’s something in the back of your mind—a part of your past that you haven’t shared with him yet. You’ve told him bits and pieces of why you transferred, about the fights between your parents, but there’s a deeper reason, one you haven’t found the courage to tell anyone.

The nights are the hardest, lying awake in bed with thoughts that swirl around in your mind, making it impossible to sleep. You think about Jeongin, and how much he’s come to mean to you in such a short time. He’s been there for you in ways no one else has, and you don’t want to ruin it by revealing too much, by letting him see the darker parts of you.

But the guilt weighs heavily on your chest.

As the evening falls, you and Jeongin are sitting on the steps outside your school, watching as the sun sets, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon. The sky is quiet, almost serene, and for once, you feel like everything in your life is at peace.

“y/n,” Jeongin says softly, breaking the silence. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “I want to ask you something.”

You turn to face him, your heart picking up its pace. “What is it?”

He looks down at his hands for a moment, as if unsure how to phrase what’s on his mind. Finally, he looks up, meeting your gaze with a soft intensity. “I know we’ve been talking a lot, and I really value our friendship. But…” He hesitates, searching your eyes for something. “Do you feel the same way about me? I mean, more than just friends.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, the world feels like it’s paused around you. You blink, unsure of what to say. You hadn’t expected him to ask something like this—not now, not so soon.

“Jeongin, I…” You trail off, struggling to find the right words.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he adds quickly, as if sensing your hesitation. “I just want to know if maybe I’m not the only one feeling like this.”

Your heart beats faster, and you feel the weight of his words sink in. You’ve thought about him more than you’d like to admit, and the truth is, you care about him in a way you hadn’t expected. But there’s that voice in your head, the one telling you that you shouldn’t open up, shouldn’t let yourself fall too far.

“I… I do like you, Jeongin,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “But there’s something I haven’t told you. Something I haven’t told anyone.”

Jeongin’s eyes soften, and he moves closer, his hand gently resting on yours. “You can tell me anything, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

You look down at his hand on yours, your pulse racing. Part of you wants to tell him, wants to open up completely. But another part of you is scared—scared of what might happen if he knows the whole truth.

“Maybe someday,” you say quietly, pulling your hand away. “But not yet. I’m still not ready to talk about it.”

Jeongin doesn’t press you any further, though his gaze lingers on you with an understanding that almost feels too much to bear. “I get it,” he says softly. “You don’t have to tell me everything all at once. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what.”

You smile faintly, grateful for his patience, but inside, you feel a storm brewing. The truth is getting harder and harder to keep locked away, and as much as you want to be with Jeongin, you know that keeping this part of yourself hidden will only make things more complicated in the long run.

As you both stand up, the evening air growing cooler, Jeongin pulls you into a gentle hug. You let yourself lean into it, the warmth of his embrace offering a sense of comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

But as the hug lingers, a part of you can’t shake the feeling that things are about to change. Your secret, the one that’s been haunting you for so long, is about to catch up with you—and when it does, you’re not sure if Jeongin will still be there.

And that fear—that fear—it stays with you as you walk away from him that night.

Later that night, as you lie in bed, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You reach for it groggily, seeing that Jeongin’s text has just come through.

Jeongin: “Hey, I meant what I said earlier. If you ever want to talk… about anything, really… I’m always here. You’re not alone, y/n.”

You smile, feeling warmth spread through you despite the ache in your chest. You type back a quick response.

You: “Thanks, Jeongin. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you set your phone down, you notice something strange—a shadow flitting across your window. It’s brief, almost like a trick of the light, but it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You shake your head, dismissing it. Probably just the wind. But as you close your eyes to sleep, the feeling of being watched doesn’t go away.

And deep down, you wonder if it’s your past finally catching up with you—or something much darker that Jeongin might not even know about

The days after that text from Jeongin were both peaceful and haunting. You found yourself growing closer to him with each passing moment, the connection between you deepening in a way that felt both safe and terrifying. His kindness, his understanding, made you feel like you could finally breathe—like, for once, you weren’t alone. But still, your past lingered like a shadow you couldn’t escape.

No matter how much Jeongin showed he cared, a part of you remained distant, trapped by the weight of a truth you couldn’t share. And the more time passed, the harder it became to ignore the creeping fear that something—or someone—was about to unravel everything.

It started on a quiet afternoon, the kind where everything feels normal, and you wonder if it’s possible for life to ever truly be calm. You and Jeongin were walking together after school, a routine you’d grown used to. He had his arm slung casually around your shoulders, the weight of his touch making your heart flutter.

“Hey,” Jeongin said softly, looking down at you. “You’ve been a little distant lately. Everything okay?”

You stopped walking, your eyes scanning the ground as your stomach tightened. Everything wasn’t okay. You could feel it—the tension building inside of you, the knowledge that your secret was no longer something you could keep hidden.

“y/n?” Jeongin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his fingers gently brushing your arm to get your attention.

You looked up at him, and for the first time in a while, you felt exposed. Your breath caught in your throat. “There’s something I need to tell you,” you murmured, your voice unsteady.

Jeongin’s expression softened. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded, your heart hammering against your ribs. Can I really do this? You thought to yourself. But as his eyes searched yours with such genuine care, you felt the weight of your past threatening to crush you under its suffocating pressure. It was time to let it go.

“I didn’t move here because of my parents fighting,” you began, the words trembling from your lips. “That’s just part of it. But there’s more. There’s… someone from my past. Someone I was running from.”

Jeongin’s face shifted slightly, his brows furrowing in concern. “What do you mean? Who are you running from?”

Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to continue. “It’s not just my parents. It’s—” You paused, swallowing hard. “I had an abusive ex. Someone who wouldn’t let go. Someone who… hurt me. I left because I had to. I didn’t want him finding me.”

Jeongin’s grip tightened around your shoulders, his face hardening with anger. “He hurt you?” His voice was low, almost menacing.

You nodded, the fear rushing back to you like a flood. “He never let me go. No matter how many times I tried to break up with him, he would show up, and he would… hurt me, Jeongin. That’s why I left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought coming here would help me start over, but I… I don’t know if I’m safe anymore.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the flood of emotion threaten to overtake you, the walls you’d so carefully built beginning to crack.

Jeongin stepped forward, his arms pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, you’re safe now. I swear to you, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a brief moment of peace before the unease started creeping back in. It’s not over, you thought. Not yet.

That night, after a quiet dinner with your family, you returned home, your mind still racing. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong—something had changed. The air felt heavier, the silence of your house more oppressive than usual. You found yourself standing in the middle of your room, feeling a chill creeping down your spine.

You shook your head, trying to brush off the paranoia, but something was off. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart began to race. You felt like you were being watched again.

And then you noticed it—the journal you had left on your desk. It was open. It had been closed when you left.

You approached cautiously, eyes scanning the pages. Nothing seemed out of place, yet there was this undeniable feeling of intrusion. Someone had been in your room. You knew it. But who?

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from your thoughts. It was a message from Jeongin.

Jeongin: “I was thinking about what you said earlier… about your ex. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I want to make sure you’re always safe, Y/N. No matter what.”

You smiled at his message, but the unease didn’t go away. You knew in your gut that whatever it was that had been watching you—it was still out there. You didn’t feel safe anymore.

You grabbed your phone, typing a quick response.

You: “I’m glad I have you, Jeongin. Thank you for being here.”

But just as you hit send, a sound—a faint tapping—came from your window.

You froze. Your breath caught in your throat. No, you thought. No, no, no.

You tried to shake it off, convinced it was just the wind, but your instincts screamed at you that it was something more.

The tapping came again, louder this time. You turned toward the window, your eyes wide with fear. You knew there was no one out there. But as you moved closer, your heart dropped into your stomach. There, pressed against the glass, was a face you never wanted to see again.

Your ex.

And as your phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Jeongin, your hands shook violently. You couldn’t look away from the face outside your window—the same face you thought you had escaped.

Jeongin: “Don’t worry. I’m outside, right now. I’m here.”

But before you could react, the face outside your window suddenly disappeared, and the darkness felt even colder.

And then, your phone went dead.

Your heart stopped. You weren’t sure whether you were shaking from fear or something much darker that was just beginning to unfold.

The silence in your room feels suffocating as you stand frozen in place, staring out the window. The darkness outside seems to stretch on forever, and for a moment, you convince yourself it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. But then—there it is again.

A faint tapping against the glass, followed by the shadow of a figure.

You back away slowly, your breath shallow, heart racing as you try to gather the strength to move. It’s too real, too tangible. That face. That face you’ve been running from for so long. The one person who has haunted your every step, lurking in the shadows of your life.

No, not now. Not again.

Your mind screams for you to move, to get away, but your body won’t obey. You glance at your phone, the screen dim. It’s dead. You curse under your breath, wishing you could reach Jeongin, wishing he could be here right now. You had just typed the message to him—I’m glad I have you, Jeongin. Thank you for being here. If only you could tell him right now what’s happening. But the phone is useless.

You turn to the door, instinctively reaching for the handle to get out. Maybe I can make it outside. Maybe I can escape before he gets any closer.

Your hands are trembling as you unlock the door, pulling it open just slightly, the cold night air rushing in. But before you can step out, you hear it—the unmistakable sound of a window creaking open.

You whip around, eyes widening as you see a figure slipping inside, a dark silhouette against the dim light. And then you hear the voice.

“y/n…”

The cold dread that washes over you is instant. You recognize the voice. The sickening, familiar voice of the man who has made your life a living nightmare. Your ex. The one you thought you had escaped.

A scream bubbles up in your throat as you stumble back, your heart slamming against your chest in terror. The man steps into the room, his eyes wild and gleaming with anger. In his hand, he’s holding a knife—shiny, gleaming under the weak light from your desk lamp.

“Did you really think you could get away from me, y/n?” he sneers, advancing toward you.

You back away, your mind racing, but your feet feel like they’re glued to the floor. Your body betrays you, paralyzed by fear as he inches closer.

“Stay away from me!” you scream, but it’s barely a whisper, choked by your panic.

He laughs, a low, menacing chuckle, and your heart skips a beat.

“You should have stayed with me, y/n. You should have never left. But I’ll make sure you never forget me.” His grip tightens on the knife, and he lunges toward you.

But just as his hand reaches out to grab you, the front door slams open, and you hear the rush of footsteps pounding toward you.

Jeongin.

You want to call out to him, to scream his name, but your voice catches in your throat. You can barely breathe as the man with the knife is upon you, his eyes wild with madness. You close your eyes, bracing for impact.

Suddenly, there’s a crash. A loud thud. A body slamming into the man.

You open your eyes just in time to see Jeongin wrestling with your ex, a surge of adrenaline coursing through you as you watch the struggle unfold before your eyes. You want to run, to get away, but you can’t move.

You see Jeongin’s hands clasp around the knife wielding arm, his face contorted in sheer desperation. “Get off her!” he shouts, his voice raw with anger.

But just as you think Jeongin has the upper hand, something happens—someone gets stabbed..but who?

“No!” you scream, but it’s too late.

MASTERLIST

pt2..??

[jayniks]

I accidentally deleted it, i'm so sorry anon 😭😭

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🐺﹒⟢﹒BangChan

He would be angry, though at himself, because he will think that he did something to make you not have the confidence to tell him your problems. So he will comfort you from afar, patting you on the back and whispering nice things to you so as not to make you uncomfortable.

⏆﹒﹒🐰-⊧﹒LeeKnow

Listen, when he finds out that something happened to you he would act very bad, but I mean he would comfort you and cry by your side. But, when he finds out who the culprit is, I swear that you are going to be scared of him, he would go directly to send him to a better life (but not before making him pay).

﹒🐇﹒┈﹒Changbin

He would be devastated, he would spend days (even months) being your own maid. He would be day after day thinking about what he did wrong to make you distrust him. After months and seeing that he has not regained your trust, he will simply change plan b, getting angry with you.

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐁﹐Hyunjin

He gets a little sentimental about it, his first reaction is to blame you. "Oh, don't you trust me anymore? Don't you love me anymore?!" He would yell at you while shaking you.

﹒✢🐿﹒﹒Han

There is no way I can describe his face when he finds out, it is a mixture of hatred, anger, betrayal and disappointment. Once a little more “calm” he would go directly to confront you:

"What's going on? Before you could pretend you didn't care at all about your boyfriend, now you're crying?! I will give you a real reason to cry.”

♩（✿ᴗᴗ）﹒Felix

“Honey, you know you can trust me :(”.

Felix would turn the situation on him, now you would be the one who has to comfort him and gain his trust.

🐶﹚﹒，Seungmin_！

Personally I think he would be the calmest, he would immediately comfort you and take care of you. Once everything is calmer he would ask you why you didn't trust him.

•🦊• ᗣ ꒷ : I.N

When you (forcedly) had to tell him that you were hurt, he seemed to take it well, even telling you that he understood. It obviously seemed strange to you, so it made sense that 2 days of not talking to you, he took you to the basement where your body understood why toy had to be trusted on him.

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Last year wasn't my year sorry

[luvyeni]

🥀 … ( reaction ) it’s not over ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ trying to breakup with them but they don’t let you  ヾ

yandere!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・yandere ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・THIS IS A DARK GENERE manipulation , mentions of murder, language wc ・ 1.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. can i request yandere stray kids' reaction to you breaking up with them, at least trying to? if i can request something else as well, a general headcanon to the type of yanderes they each would be.

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 you asked for two things so i tried to combine them to , i hope you don’t mind !

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

chan is a manipulative yandere; he knows how to flip a situation and make you seem like you’re in the wrong. “you want to leave?” he asks with disappointment leaking in his voice. “did i do something wrong?” he sounds hurt. “i just don’t think we’re gonna work out anymore , you’re too controlling.” he tries not to get mad, “controlling? is me wanting to protect you too controlling?” you cant answer him. “my friends don’t even want to hang out with me because you’re always there.” he complain. “i can’t even go out with out you.” chan is smart though, he knows how to gaslight you. “what happens when you go out? when you went clubbing and that guy tried to take advantage of you , your friends are just jealous , do they have boyfriend who want better for them? no.” he said. “I do this because I love you.” he said , you start to feel bad. “if you want to leave then i can’t stop you but just know everything i did for you.” by then you already feel like shit , how could you do this to him? you couldn’t leave him when he cared so much for you. “i-im sorry.” you held your head down in shame. “it’s my fault for listening to my friends.” you don’t even notice his menacing smile, cause he knew he had you once again.

“it okay , but you know i can’t just let this be.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

lee know is a unpredictable yandere; one minute he’s calm, the next minute he’s lashing out , throwing things and breaking them. “leave? sure you can go out for a few hours , be home by 9:30 — no leave for good.” he stops petting the cat , looking up at you. his gaze alone is enough to scare you into submission , but you stand your ground. “i want to leave for good.” he doesn’t say anything just stands up. “no.” he walks away. “no? you can’t stop me from leaving , let’s just end this before things get worse.” he’s calm and level headed , until you piss him off which is what this conversation was doing. “did you not hear what the fuck i said!” he shouted , slamming the plate down into the sink , shattering it. “minho I can’t do this!” you shouted back , but he grabs your shirt , pushing you against the wall. “you don’t get it do you? you aren’t leaving.” he says threateningly. “i will kill you before letting you go.” and you know he’s serious. “i-im sorry.”

“that’s better , now go feed the cats while i clean the mess you made up.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can’t leave him; you want to but he made it so you can’t. changbin will make it so you’re so dependent on him before you decide to end the relationship that you it’s too late when you want to call it quits. “where will you go?” he asks. “you don’t have a job, when’s the last time you paid a bill?” he’s so relaxed about the situation. “i can get one and i can pay my own bills.” you respond. “you’d forget to feed yourself if i didn’t cook for you, or buy you food don’t be stupid.” if that doesn’t work he’ll just scare you into staying; he won’t ever hit you… that being said he might not hit you but he will use physical strength to scare you ( think about that one video of him holding seungmin by his arms and wrist ). “please let me- listen here.” he squeezed the back of your neck. “ch-changbin please, do-don’t hurt me.”

“i wont hurt you , but you need to drop this shit and drop it now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyune is confusing ; he doesn’t really see what he does is wrong; so what he doesn’t let you out? what’s the reason for you to go out there when he’s inside here. “i can’t do this anymore.” he’s just sitting there painting as usual , not really listening because you’re being ridiculous. “are you listening.” he turns to you. “are you done?” and you’re just in shock. “good , go sit down.” doesn’t truly believe you’d leave. “hyunjin i said im leaving, i can’t stand being in here anymore.” that’s when he drops his paintbrush. “i said go sit down.” when you walk towards the door is when he fully gets up. he’s not violent — unless he needs to be, so he will rough you up , grabbing you by your shirt , throwing you on the bed. “why can’t you just fucking listen?” he curses. “there’s nothing out there for you , you can’t get any better then here.” he says , throwing your bag of clothes in the closet. “if you get up again , throwing you to bed will be the least of your problems.”

“now sit there and be good, like i said the first time , i won’t tell you again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

jisung is a unhinged manipulative yandere; and his entire life is revolves around you. you’re the reason he breathes every morning. so if you aren’t there, what’s the point? “jisung we have to end this, this isn’t safe for either of us.” you held a bag in your hand full of your stuff. “look at your arms and legs they’re all cut up.” he stared at you with tears in his eyes. “i did it to show you how much i love you, why don’t you understand i love you so much im willingly to kill myself for you.” you stopped him. “that’s the problem ji , you’re not well. he’ll cry — very loudly , cries likes he’s been stabbed because in his head he might as well have been. “no! you said you love me! if you leave me i’ll kill myself , i really will.” he goes immediately to the knife he’s hidden because you threw the rest out. “jisung where did you get that?” he doesn’t answer , just puts it to his throat.

“the moment you step out the door i’ll do it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

his obsession with you is too strong for him to let you go; even if his heart is telling him to, his brain is louder , he’s basically fighting himself and his brain is winning. “felix please let me go!” your legs were now tied to the bed , one arm connected to the bedpost as he tried to feed you. “im not hungry i want to leave!” you shouted , which made him flinch. “i-i can’t.” he says. “i know it’s wrong , you should be out there living life , but i just can’t.” he can’t let you leave him , he needs you. “I need you with me okay , i can’t breathe without you dove.” puts drugs in your food to keep you docile , he doesn’t want to hurt you , he’s probably the less dangerous one towards you at least. “im sorry please just drink some water.” you give in not thinking its drugged — until you involuntarily start to drift off. “fe-felix.” you can hear the sadness in his voice , he genuinely feel’s guilty. “im sorry, im so sorry.”

“i just love you so much i can’t let you go.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

i have said this before; seungmin knows you’ll leave regardless if he forces you to stay or doesn’t ; not matter if he threatens you, hits you, whatever. so he lets you go, that’s fine go — but not without a cost , guess you finally decided you no longer wanted your friend alive… otherwise you wouldn't have made the stupid decision of leaving him. “what did you do?” you dropped your phone upon entering his house. he has lured you there calling you from your friends phone… the friend who was currently bleeding on the ground; beaten mercilessly. “why the fuck did you have a male friend anyway if not to be a whore , should’ve killed him months ago. literally doesn’t care if you’re crying. “don’t cry now , this is your fault.” he said. “told you , I won’t ever hurt you.” he said the knife bloody , pointed at you.

“but everyone else is free game , these are just flesh bags to me, they mean more to you than me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

jeongin is a yandere who likes to play games; you want to break up? go ahead and leave. when you do , he’ll actually leave you alone for a while , let you live your life, even let you get a new boyfriend. but that’s just cause he wants you to think he’s gone; give you that high; before the low. everything is so good — then suddenly you lose your job, so you have no income; then your boyfriend suddenly breaks up with you no warning. it’s like everything went to shit , and who is there to pick up all your broken pieces? well jeongin is there with open arms, ready for you to step right into them, but not without consequences. see that job you lost? jeongin called in a favor and got you fired. that boyfriend? well let’s just say jeongin sent a few photos of the both of you together and it was the end of that. “you see how i did all that.” he tells you after you sobbed in his arms after he told you what he did.

“i can make this much worse , don’t ever think of leaving me again.”

©️LUVYENI

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Stray Kids as Yanderes

Request: "You have yandere on your event and masterlist so would you do skz as yanderes? I know you only do soft yandere and thats fine"

WARNINGS: Obsessive behavior, Murder, Mention of suicide, Toxic relationship, Drugging, Manipulation, Humiliation, Claustrophobic issues, basements, blood, tied to a ceiling (not the reader), mention of kidnapping, delusional mindset, mental abuse, self-harm, cussing, suggestive? talking about kissing, Stalking, I think that's it

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ! You DO NOT have my permission to repost my work anywhere.

A/N: I wanted to expand on their jealousy, but this is already long enough. I struggled with Jisung so much! >:[ I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM WITH NOTHING BUT DORITOS AND COUGH MEDICINE IN MY SYSTEM!

Master list

*.·:·BANG CHAN

Type: Manipulative Violence: 50-100% Possessive: 86% Jealousy: 65%

Punishments: Manipulation

The relationship looks normal at first glance. Chan takes care of you, but not so much that it feels like you're dependent on him. He lets you talk to people and leave the house. He waited until you were ready before moving you into his home, and he still waited.

You were cozy in the Venus flytrap, and its jaws were slowly closing.

He'd pick your friends off one by one. Chan starts with the acquaintances. They're not close to you, so it shouldn't hurt that much for them to leave you. He puts wedges between you and anyone trying to separate you. Your friend who had a crush on you is gone.

Chan is a dangerous yandere because of his awareness. He knows what he's doing is unhealthy and probably immoral, but he wants you. Chan needs you.

I don't think Chan would really have a punishment for you.

He'd just be doing the same thing he's been doing. He'll guilt trip you into feeling bad for lashing out. You think Chan is too possessive? You're right, but can you blame him? Anyone who looks at you would want to eat you like a snack and take you home with them for leftovers. He's just being cautious.

The jaws are shut, but something is stopping you from panicking.

*.·:·LEE MINHO

Type: Possessive Controlling Violence: 56-97% Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 100%

Punishments: Isolation and Drugging Humiliation

Minho is yours out of courtesy. You are Minho's because he wants you. There is a difference. As soon as you learn it, everything will be easier for Minho for you.

As seen in this post, Minho likes to play with you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to play, he wants to play, and you will. If he can see the exhaustion in your eyes, then Minho will let you rest. Hope that he can see it. Hope, pray, do whatever.

The more "tired" you act, the less likely Minho is to give you a break. In a way, he wants you to break. How else will Minho know what not to do?

You're moving sluggish? Then we're moving around. You're about to fall asleep? Have this melatonin gummy that's actually an energy booster. Minho wants you to break so he can fix you.

If you start lashing out, Minho will make you more compliant. He'll slip it into your drink or your food. Depending on how exhausted you are, will depict how much he gives you. Minho doesn't want to kill you. He'd not let anyone else have you, not even death.

If you go, Minho goes. You are his, and you can't leave.

When you're delirious, he locks you in a room. Not your bedroom, of course. Minho wants that room to be a safe space for you. He'll lock you in the hallway closet if you're claustrophobic. Or he'll stick you in the basement with the lights off. Of course, you're in a concealed room, so nothing can get you, but you can't see that.

I'm a firm believer that Minho would humiliate you as punishment. He'll finally take you out of the house. He'll pick your outfit himself, and when you come downstairs and question his outfit, he waves you off. "I want the attention to be on you."

And it will be. What were you thinking about wearing colors to an all-black event? Why are you off the theme?

*.·:·SEO CHANGBIN

Type: Protective Violence: 75-95% (Never to you) Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 12%

Punishments: Isolation

Sure, your happiness is important, but your safety is Changbin's top priority. You need to be healthy and protected. If this means killing someone disturbing your peace, then that's okay. If Changbin is causing you distress, he'll isolate the both of you for a break. Then it's back to being stuck together.

If you let him, Changbin will take care of you. He'll feed you, he'll bathe you, and he'll dress you. He will do everything for you until you tell him to stop, and even then, Changbin will push those limits.

Changbin's possessiveness is laced in his need to keep you safe. He would love for you to live your life. But why can't you live your life in the safety of his arms?

You think he's harming you? Well, imagine everyone else. What if he wasn't there? They're worse than him. They have no regard for your being, and Changbin knows this.

He's certain of it.

Your punishment is Changbin's dream. He'll lock you up in a room where you can't be hurt. Where you're safe. Where else is better for you?

Changbin who hides the number of lives he's taking to "keep you safe." He's certain your mind won't be able to handle it. You can barely look at the news about their deaths. So imagine finding out they're tied to you?

*.·:·HWANG HYUNJIN

Type: Delusional Violence: 5% (Unintentional) Possessive: 98% Jealousy: 79-100%

Punishments: Isolation

You need him, and Hyunjin needs you. It's a fact, and you can't go against a fact. Well, you can, but you would be wrong. You and Hyunjin were meant to be. You were together in past lives. You will be together in future lives. In all timelines, you are together.

But Hyunjin is in this timeline, in the present, and he wants you now.

Hyunjin doesn't just love you. Hyunjin knows he is in love with you. He needs you like his lungs need air, how his heart needs blood. How the trees need our breath. But you don't want him? No, you're just confused.

And if not? Hyunjin will wait for the next life.

But in this life? Hyunjin doesn't mind ending it early. His body will be in the ground, his soul in the stars, and his breath in the sky. You have no choice but to be with him.

When you walk, your feet touch the ground Hyunjin's body is in. When you breathe, you inhale his air. When you cherish the stars in the sky, they sparkle and shine for you. They are his soul and past lives shining on you.

Hyunjin would never hurt you on purpose. He has no issues with locking you up if it means keeping you in check and him from lashing out at you.

"I will never hurt you. People don't harm who they love," Hyunjin tells you. He tells you this as he locks you in a room with a see-through door. Ironic coming from him, but at least you don't have to worry about him hurting you.

Hyunjin has no issues with giving you time. Time with him, but still time to realize that you are meant to be.

Hyunjin who is overjoyed when you finally return his feelings. Who is overjoyed when the Stockholm syndrome hits.

*.·:·HAN JISUNG

(I had to let him marinate cause this was pissing me off ;-;)

Type: Quiet One Violence: 76-100% Possessive: Jealousy:

Punishments: Murder (not you)

Jisung is the type with earbuds on and scrolling on his phone to make the act believable. He's not listening to anything, but no one knows that. Jisung is eavesdropping on your conversation.

Jisung watches from the shadows. He leans against walls, tucks himself into corners, and hides in plain sight. Jisung needs to know everything about you.

Jisung takes your lost pencils, favorite candy wrapper, and anything you thought you "lost." Jisung who puts your things on the shrine in his basement.

Jisung finds everything about your family and friends. He finds out their habits and their tales. What makes them tick? How can he get them to put in a good word for him? Jisung, who fakes a smile for your love.

Jisung trains himself to be around you. He sneaks into your room and stands as close to you as he can without becoming a mess. He walks a little ways away from you and shortens the distance as he progresses. Jisung who hides his obsession out of fear of losing you.

Jisung who wouldn't hurt a fly, repeatedly stabs the person stealing you. His heart is steady, his face his blank, and his body doesn't tremble. Jisung who kills those who harm you, even those you don't know.

*.·:·LEE FELIX

Type: Clingy Violence: 0% Possessive: 79-100% Jealousy: I don't know

Punishments: Manipulation

This relationship starts normal, but the longer you stay with Felix, the more his obsession progresses. It's a little hard for him to breathe without you, like running for miles with asthma and no inhaler.

Felix would never hurt anyone. You don't know that, though. Felix doesn't like death, and Felix doesn't want to hurt you in any way. Not truly, so Felix gives threats. Behave, or he'll kill *blank*. Stop acting out, or he'll take *blank* out.

If you ever call his bluff, he'll get fake blood and a dead body. Felix will stage the act. You come home, and it's peaceful until you hear noise from the basement. What's that red stuff on the counter?

When you get downstairs, there's blood everywhere, and your best friend hangs by their wrists from their ceiling. When you try to run, Felix, covered in blood, is in the doorway. He knocks you out, and you wake up in your bed.

Felix is scared out of his sleep by your panicked breaths. When you tell him of your "nightmare," his eyes will dull, and he'll look near lifeless. Your phone rings before you can question him, and it's your best friend. As you're talking to them, you glance at Felix, but he's back to normal.

Felix who kisses your cheek and wishes you a good morning before taking a shower. While he's in the bathroom, you check the kitchen and the basement, but everything is normal. When you get back upstairs, Felix is plaiting the table with your favorite breakfast food.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Felix's face is concerned, but his tone is knowing.

*.·:·KIM SEUNGMIN

Type: Laidback Violence: 26% Possessive: Discreetly at 75% Jealousy: I'm conflicted

Punishment: Taking things from you

Seungmin doesn't want you stressing at all. If you have a problem, he'll fix it. Kidnapping you is too much work, so you won't have to worry about that. Seungmin will let you see your friends and family, and let you go out without him.

He knows you would never leave him.

As an idol, Seungmin can get people to watch you when he's not with you. As a person with "normal" status, he finds a way to convince your friends that you have a stalker and he just wants updates on your safety.

They'll send discreet pictures of you so you aren't panicking. They're trying to keep you safe. What if your stalker is watching you now? Seungmin wouldn't lie about your safety. He loves you, and they know it.

You're starting to sneak around? He'll find out why you're sneaking. If it isn't a surprise for him then you have no business creeping around. He should know everything. You should willingly tell Seungmin everything, or at least make it easy for him to find out himself.

Seungmin's punishments start small. It starts with your passions. You like art? Your pencils are snapped, and your paints have been left with the caps off. You make music? Your instruments are locked away or smashed to pieces. Seungmin won't break something of sentimental value. Your studio is locked with everything inside it.

Maybe you like books? If he has to, Seungmin will go through your favorite book and fold the corners. He'll crease the spines of your books and lock them away so that when you get them back, they're messed up.

You read online? You have a Kindle or an app on your phone? That's fine. Your library is cleared out, and he'll start a new book just to make sure there isn't a "Start where you left off" option.

Seungmin isn't evil. He'll make a list of all the books in your library, online or on a shelf, and keep perfect copies. He'll buy you new paints or get you new instruments.

Seungmin who will send a picture of you with your family if you run away. "I hope nothing bad happens to them while you're gone."

*.·:·YANG JEONGIN

Type: Obsessive Violence: Depends Possessive: 50-95% Jealousy: 76%

Punishment: Isolation, self-harm,

You're all he can think about. Jeongin depends on you. He can't eat, his sleep schedule is nonexistent, and he hasn't been outside unless you bring him.

Tell him to give you space, and Jeongin will hand it to you. He'll be fucking miserable, but he'll give you all the space and time you need. When you finally come back to him, kiss him long and slow or fast and intense.

Jeongin doesn't care. He wants you to be stuck to him like glue until you get sick of him and need a break.

Jeongin is fragile. His world revolves around you. You are the sun that brightens his day and the moon that guides him in the night. Lashing out at him about anything is a direct blow to his heart and soul.

You yelling at Jeongin. = You hate Jeongin.

He can't live while you hate him. He lives to please you. If you hate him, then Jeongin has failed you. Failing you means he failed himself, and life is too good for failure as bad as this.

Jeongin who tells you with a blank face but love-filled eyes that he would die for your love. Jeongin who will proudly show you each scar as punishment for making you "hate" him.

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

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Han

You’re completely immersed in your book, the world around you fading as you turn the pages. Reading is your favorite escape, a quiet comfort that brings you peace. But just as you’re sinking deeper into the story, a hand suddenly snatches the book out of your grasp. You blink, startled, realizing that Han is standing in front of you. Without warning, he hurls the book across the room with a force that sends it crashing against the wall, the loud thud jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. The book lands on the floor, pages crumpled, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to speak. “Have you even noticed I’ve been here this whole time?” His voice cuts through the silence, filled with a sharp edge of anger that makes your heart skip a beat. “Are those stupid words more interesting to you than me?” There’s frustration in his tone, but there’s something else too—a raw vulnerability, as if he’s trying to mask his own insecurities with anger. You look up at him, seeing the mixture of hurt and irritation in his eyes. It’s more than just frustration; it’s a deep-seated insecurity that rears its head every time you lose yourself in your hobbies.

He hates the way your books seem to draw you away, making him feel like an outsider, as if he’s competing with words on a page for your attention. And no matter how much he tries to ignore it, it eats at him, making him question how much you truly care. He lets out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair as if trying to steady himself. “Do you even care that I’m here?” he demands, his voice breaking slightly. “Or am I just supposed to sit around, watching you get lost in your own world, feeling like I don’t even exist to you?” His words hang in the air, heavy and filled with an ache he can’t fully hide. You open your mouth to respond, but he continues, the frustration spilling over. “Maybe I should just burn all those books—would that finally get your attention? Make you look at me, instead of always burying yourself in them?” There’s a desperation in his voice now, a vulnerability that’s almost painful to witness, as if he’s baring a part of himself he doesn’t want you to see. For him, it’s not just about the books or your hobbies—it’s about the fear that maybe he’s not enough to hold your attention, that he’ll never mean as much to you as those stories do.

And as he stands there, waiting for you to say something, you can see how much this truly bothers him, how much he longs for reassurance that he’s not invisible to you. "If you want to keep those books, you'd better not get too lost in them," he says, his voice low and firm, each word measured and carrying an unmistakable warning. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours, trapping you between his arms as he braces himself on either side of you. The intensity in his eyes pins you in place, leaving you feeling cornered, as if there’s nowhere to escape his scrutiny. "I don’t like it when you ignore me," he continues, his tone tinged with a simmering frustration. His eyes are dark and unwavering, searching yours as if demanding an answer, needing to know that you understand what he’s saying. There’s a raw, almost possessive edge in his voice, a silent insistence that you remember he’s here—that he’s the one who should have your attention. He leans in slightly, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, his presence consuming the space between you. “Make sure you’ve got that in your mind,” he says, his voice soft yet laced with a hint of a warning, as if he’s daring you to look away or challenge him.

Felix

Felix’s grip on his glass tightens so much that his knuckles turn a stark white against the dark wood of the bar. He watches you, his gaze unwavering, stormy, his jaw set hard as if biting back words he doesn't want to say. Every so often, he brings his drink to his lips, taking a slow, controlled sip, but his eyes never leave you. His attention is riveted on you, locked onto the way you throw your head back with laughter, the way you lean in, smiling, as you engage with the people around you. He’s watching every detail, every casual brush of your hand, every animated gesture, every sparkling smile you offer to those sitting beside you. The laughter surrounding you fills the space like a bright, airy melody, but in Felix’s mind, it’s a sound that grates on his nerves, reminding him of something he hates to admit, something he can’t help but resent. He watches you throw yourself into every conversation with that effortless charm of yours, capturing everyone’s attention without even trying. It's something he’s never understood about you—the way you seem drawn to the energy and approval of others, the way you seem to thrive under their gaze.

And you do it all so naturally, like it’s second nature to you, as if it’s simply who you are. But the thought gnaws at him, unsettling him in a way he can’t control. Why do you care so much about what they think? He wonders why his own presence, his own attention, doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Isn’t that all you need? He’s always been there, always the one standing closest to you, watching you, knowing all the little things that make you laugh, the ways your eyes light up, the little gestures you make when you’re deep in conversation. But as much as he knows you, as much as he feels connected to you, this part of you—the part that shines for everyone—remains just beyond his grasp. As soon as the two of you were alone, he grabbed your arm and dragged you back to his place, his grip firm and unrelenting. The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the room and leaving a tension that was thick and unsettling. His sudden change in demeanor left you feeling uneasy, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. He fixed you with a cold, penetrating stare, his gaze so intense it felt like it was stripping away every layer of defense you had.

"Is it fun getting their attention?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a quiet rage that made his words all the more frightening. The question hung in the air, his deep voice dripping with accusation, making it feel like he could shatter you with just a look. "Is it fun to bask in anyone else's attention but mine? Because from where I’m standing," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours, "it doesn’t look like there’s anything ‘good’ in you having me but acting like you’re so starved for attention that you have to seek it from anyone else, like some lonely soul without a lover." He took a few slow, deliberate steps toward you, each one calculated, closing the distance between you as his towering frame loomed over you. The intensity in his eyes didn’t waver, and you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. "This is my warning," he murmured, his voice chilling and measured. "Consider yourself lucky. If I find out you pull something like that again, I’ll make sure you never have the chance to grab anyone’s attention. Ever again." The promise was dark and unmistakable, sending a shiver through you as his gaze held you firmly in place, every word he said echoing in your mind.

Seungmin

It felt profoundly unfair to Seungmin when you didn’t show any gratitude for all the effort he poured into everything he did for you. Every small gesture, every thoughtful act, meant the world to him, yet your indifference stung deeply. He couldn't shake off the frustration that churned within him, particularly when he sensed your ignorance of all his hard work. As you simply nodded at the dessert he had painstakingly learned to make once he discovered it was your favorite, he felt a flicker of anger ignite inside him. The spoon he held felt like a fragile thing in his grip, and he squeezed it tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his emotions. Moments later, unable to bear it any longer, he slammed the spoon onto the table with a sharp clatter that broke the silence, the sound reverberating in the air like a sudden thunderclap. He stood up abruptly, the movement sending a ripple of shock through the room, and began to circle the dining table, his frustration palpable with each stride he took toward you.

He stopped directly in front of you, his expression a mix of hurt and exasperation. “Do you even realize how much I put into this?” he demanded, his voice low but charged with emotion. “I wanted to do something special for you, and all you can do is nod?” The tension between you crackled, and he could feel his heart racing, caught between his desire to express his feelings and the hurt that came from your apparent indifference. His hand trembled with barely contained anger as he faced you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. “All the things I do for you...” he began, his voice strained, carrying the weight of his frustration. He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, trying to rein in the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to spill over. He needed to calm himself, to gather his thoughts before he let his anger get the best of him. “All the things!” he continued, his voice rising slightly as he struggled to keep his composure. “Can’t you at least say a damn thank you?” The plea hung in the air, echoing with a mix of desperation and hurt.

He looked at you, searching for any sign of acknowledgment, any hint that you recognized the effort he poured into every small gesture, every thoughtful act he had done for you. "Eat this. Now." Seungmin’s voice was low but laced with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His eyes held a stern, unyielding gaze, the kind that left no room for argument. He leaned in closer, his tone taking on a dangerous edge as he spoke, "And from now on, you’re going to be more aware, more grateful for every single damn thing I do for you. Understand?" He held out the spoon firmly, his grip tightening as if daring you to defy him. The way he looked at you made it clear that he expected nothing less than compliance. His expression was a mixture of frustration and something else, something deeper, that sent a chill down your spine. "You wouldn’t want to see me mad again, would you?" he added, his voice dropping to a quiet but potent warning. The threat lingered in the air, a reminder of the weight his anger carried, and his gaze bore into you, making it clear that he expected you to listen.

Jeongin

He gets visibly frustrated whenever he sees you stumble or drop something, his eyes always drawn to your every clumsy move, each one stirring his concern. Ironically, he’s just as prone to accidents himself; he knows firsthand how easy it is to get hurt in a split second. Perhaps that’s exactly why his frustration with you grows—it’s not just annoyance but genuine worry because he knows just how much a small misstep can lead to something serious, as he's experienced so many times himself. To keep you safe, he’s become hyper-vigilant, watching over you more closely than you might like. He practically has eyes in the back of his head, always noticing when you’re about to trip or reach for something potentially hazardous. Sometimes, his protectiveness feels almost smothering; he keeps such a close watch that you feel he’s always in the room with you, guiding your every movement, as if trying to control every factor around you. Even when he’s not physically present, you’ll receive a flurry of messages, checking in on what you’re doing and reminding you to be cautious.

Just as your fingers hover over the knife handle, his hand darts out, intercepting you with a firm grasp. “How many times have I told you not to cook by yourself?” he says sharply, his tone tinged with impatience and a protectiveness that feels like it’s crossed the line into control. His gaze is unwavering, locked onto you with an intensity that leaves no room for argument. You let out a sigh, a flicker of frustration and defiance slipping into your voice as you answer, “But I want to. I can handle it. I’m not as helpless as you think.” His expression doesn’t soften for a moment. If anything, your words only seem to harden his resolve. “Just because you want to,” he begins, his voice a low, steady warning, “you think that means I’m going to stand by and let you mess with something that could hurt you?” His eyes flash with an almost parental authority, a refusal to back down. “That’s not how this works.” With a purposeful motion, he nudges the knife away from your reach with the toe of his shoe, making his stance clear.

“If I say no, it’s no,” he states firmly, his voice carrying an edge that’s impossible to ignore. He grips your wrist with a sudden, unyielding force, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to make you wince. The pressure is intense, almost as if he wants to leave a lasting mark, a reminder of his control. His gaze is sharp, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach churn. “Understand?” he asks, his voice low and clipped, each word carrying a weight that makes his intentions unmistakably clear. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” he continues, his voice tightening. “If I ever catch you doing something I told you not to…” He pauses, allowing the silence to hang between you, thick and charged. His eyes hold yours, unblinking, dark with a fierce resolve that sends a chill down your spine. “I’ll make sure you learn to obey me.” The words linger in the air, a promise and a threat, making it clear that he won’t tolerate any disobedience. His grip remains firm, unyielding, almost daring you to defy him as he lets the message settle in, making sure you know exactly what he expects from you.

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Stalker X Stalker AU - Posessive Coworker! Yang Jeongin/Naive Gender Neutral! Reader

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"Innie!" you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Jeongin gave you a nonchalant pat on the back, even though his heart was racing within his chest. You beamed, "Guess what? I made candy over the weekend, would you like some?" you asked, biting your bottom lip. Jeongin nodded, "Sure," he said, internally waiting until you got to him when he saw you give out candy bags to the others. 

"Yay, here!" you said, giving him a full bag than the tiny packets you were giving out. Jeongin didn't realise the difference when he took it, the packaging was the same, sure it was a bit full but the others must have gotten the same. You gave him a big squeeze, "I'll head back to work. See you later," you beamed, skipping away from him with a contagious smile. 

Jeongin sighed, holding his chest, "Fuck, what am I going to do with them," he grumbled, hiding his face within his cubicle. You swayed your feet, drawing pretty hearts around his picture. You looked to your cubicle neighbor, "Hey, do you think Innie will ever like me?" you asked, hoping for support. "Well, he's the type to hate everyone. You might need to try a different approach," they said, ruffling your hair. 

You sulked, nodding your head, "You're right I'll think of something," you said, drawing out a little plan. Jeongin felt his eyes twitch when the coworker ruffled your hair, the pen broke in his hand as he tried not to lash out. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, 'One day, I'll secure a damn collar around your neck' he thought, imagining his name etched on your pendent before he walked away. 

You gulped, standing in front of a old tarot shop, "Hello?" you asked, walking in. An old lady sat with her crystal ball, "Hello, deary. I heard you're looking for a love potion," she said, rubbing the crystal ball. You gasped, "How did you know?" you asked, naive enough to believe in such fabbles. 

The old lady chuckled, "I see and know all, darling. Now, this is the potion you seek. You must be the first one he sees after drinking it. Don't use more than half, or else he might turn into a feral beast," she warned, knowing the viagra content in the vial is quite high. You nodded your head, "No more than half, understood," you said, waiting for the price. 

The old lady smirked, "A vial like this is priceless, I'll charge you a discounted price," she said, giving you the number. You sulked when it was half your paycheck but for Jeongin you'd do anything, "Thank you," you said, leaving the shop. Jeongin stood behind the old lady, "Quite the scam you've built here," he said, twirling his knife. The old lady froze, "Wouldn't you like you future read, young man?" she asked, trying to avoid her fate.

Jeongin pursed his lips, "No, I can't let people like you take advantage of my little doll," he said, holding the knife across the old lady's throat. "Wait, wouldn't you like to know what they purchased?" she asked, hoping that would stall him. Jeongin tilted his head, "I could care less. They can buy whatever they want. I'm a gentleman to their purchase privacy," he said, slitting the old lady's throat before she could defend herself. 

Jeongin took your money and reported the crime anonymously to the police, he burned his clothes and vacuumed the floor. He then burned the contents of the vacuum and fled the scene. Jeongin sighed and slid your paycheck into your mailbox, "Seriously, a leash is needed," he grumbled, glaring at your room window.

You wore your prettiest outfit, and held your basket of cookies. After making all the normal cookies, you began to bake Jeongin's batch, you did as told pouring half when you suddenly flinched at a loud crackle of thunder. "Shit," you whispered, seeing the empty vial in your hand. You looked outside and saw no rain, "Stupid thunder," you whined, staring at the pink glittery liquid in the middle of your dry ingredients. 

You sighed before smirking, "I wouldn't mind seeing Innie as a feral beast. Maybe he'd turn into a werewolf and a have a big girthy cock," you giggled, stirring the ingredients together. You bit your bottom lip, hiding the special stash within your pocket while you looked for him. Jeongin sat by his cubicle, hoping that the money he placed in your mailbox didn't get stolen. 

You beamed when you saw him, "Innie, Innie. I made cookies, want some?" you asked, handing him his special batch. Jeongin gave you a subtle smile, and opened the bag, "Thank you," he said, taking a bite. The cookies were soft with a crunchy edge. Jeongin tasted a hint of chemicals but brushed it aside, thinking it's probably the glitter you used, "It's really good," he praised, biting into another cookie. 

You smiled, your eyes turned into crescents from smiling so hard, "Thank you, Innie," you said, waiting for the potion to kick in. You gulped, needing to be the first one that Jeongin sees. Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, feeling his control slipping, "What?" he whispered, looking into your eyes for answers. "Is the love potion working?" you asked, seeing Jeongin hold his chest. 

Jeongin panted, feeling his cock throb under his slack, "Love potion?" he asked, groaning from the sheer sensitivity his body was in. You gulped, looking at him with a guilt and scared expression. Jeongin clenched his jaw, "Don't look at me like that; like you're afraid of me," he growled, gripping your wrist. You sniffled, tears ruining your mascara, "Are you mad?" you asked, hiccuping under his feral gaze. 

Jeongin buried his face into your tummy, "Everyone else left for lunch right?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. You nodded your head, guilt filling you up, "Today's the one hour break," you sniffled,  lips wobbling at the thought of upsetting Jeongin. "Good, good. One hour should be enough," he groaned, lifting you up.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little cunt with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your cunt. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you cunt spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed around his shaft. Jeongin hissed at the searing warmth coating his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

AMAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little rim with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your hole. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you hole spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed between your torsos’. Jeongin hissed at the searing grip engulfing his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Honey, your jealousy is showing {CHAN VERSION}

//gn!reader x bf!Chan//

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend argue after he sees you with another man

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing (duh lmao)

A/N: another text post (I love these so much). I’m most likely gonna make one of these for each member! Some members may get a pt 2!

Part Two

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[planet-dusk]

🏷️ f!reader, perversion, upskirt photos (nonconsensual), yandere obsessive behavior

jeongin who treasures his secret folder of upskirt pictures like a dragon sitting on its gold. his favorites are the ones he took when you were asleep; skirt flipped up to show a glimpse of your panties clinging to every curve, ample flesh spilling past the hems, begging for his touch. how he'd lick and suck right at the junction where your ass meets your thighs, the perfect curve to trace with his tongue. if he dared. but all he does is take a picture, shame and guilt already eating away at him.

you trust him to put you to bed when you come home drunk late at night. stumbling and clinging onto him while he helps you out of your jacket. small hands linger on his arms and turn his ears bright red. your lopsided smirk tells him you've noticed. jeongin knows it'd be so easy to push you up against the wall now, swallow your whimpers as he slots his thigh between your legs. suck on your clit until you pass out and wake up with no memory of all the things he's done to you.

"are you going to stay there, or are you coming with?" you drawl, and he shakes his head, your giggles haunting him long after he's slammed his door shut. you've always known how to rile him up.

it's fucking pathetic, really, the way he doesn't dare to make a move even if you're presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. maybe it's because he knows you never look at him twice when you're sober, alcohol and the lonely hour the only reasons for your sudden interest.

or maybe — and deep down he knows his truth — it's the illicitness that turns him on. watching the gusset of your panties grow wetter and wetter as you trash around in your booze-fuelled dreams, blissfully unaware of the shadow hovering above you. he's one second away from getting caught: a disgusting pervert jerking off to his sleeping roommate, and nothing makes jeongin cum harder than the rush of adrenaline straight from his brain to his cock.

one day just watching you may not be enough anymore. but for now jeongin's content with his ever growing collection, filing your photos away for later use. satisfied knowing you're all his (even if you don't realize it yet). he smiles when you still and sigh, body sinking deeper between the pillows.

jeongin brushes your hair out of your face and allows himself to dawdle for one more minute before softly closing the door behind him and returning to his own room.

he uploads his newest acquisitions to his hidden folder, sitting back and admiring you in all your perfection. and right at that moment, basking in the blue glow of his monitor, it hits him. how lucky he is.

he's never letting you go.

[mymoodwriting]

8.3k, Railway AU, yandere themes, vampires, kidnapping, human experimentation, reader is a geneticists, blood bags, research facility on island, compulsion, manipulation, firearms, guns, mentions of blood and death, implied murder, hostage, feeder, assault, abuse, smut, non-con, dub-con, aphrodisiac, fangs, claws, blood drinking, penetration, gropping, minor injuries, multiple rounds implied, imprisonment, physical harm, amnesia (@starillusion13)

“You must be new here… pretty puppet.”

Your grip on the clipboard in hand got tighter, shaking a bit from the nervousness. You still didn’t understand your situation at all, but you were trying not to show fear. A few hours ago you had woken up tied to a chair in what you could only describe as a classroom. You weren’t the only one present, but just like the others you were gagged and facing what you assumed was the front as a giant ‘welcome’ was projected onto the white wall. A while later this woman in a lab coat walked in, greeting everyone with this eerie enthusiasm. She said you had been chosen to assist with a secret government project, and your field of expertise was needed. You were a geneticist, recently graduated too. You didn’t have a proper job yet, and you didn’t imagine this would be it.

Although it was clear you had no say in the matter. The lady told you that you would be compensated handsomely, and not to try anything stupid. This project was located on an island, and highly guarded. As long as you cooperate there would be no issues. After this warm welcome you were all untied and then a guard escorted you to your room. From there you were told to get comfortable, a suitcase with some of your belongings had been brought for you, so you could unpack a bit. Someone would come by later to collect you. The fact some of your things had been brought let you know that you had been kidnapped in the night from your own place. You couldn’t imagine what was going on back home. Still, if you ever wanted to return, you’d have to behave. So you waited patiently until someone came.

Your room was nice and had everything you needed, which meant there was no problem locking you in. When you heard the door unlock you stood up, anxious to see who was there. To a bit of your surprise it was the lady who welcomed you that appeared. She still had that smile on her face, properly introducing herself as Dr. Yun, head of the research project. You were given a lab coat and clipboard, then told to follow her. You were shown around, starting to see how this place resembled a prison more than an actual lab. Apparently this project involved human experimentation, and you could see people wrapped up in bandages inside those cells. The team here was trying to enhance human biology. Now you better understood why you were there.

After the tour your role was being explained to you. They had a variety of samples they wanted you to examine and report on. From the sounds of it, they had high expectations of you, which just added to your nerves. You expected to be taken to an actual lab at some point, but instead Dr. Yun wanted to introduce you to someone. An isolated cell, bigger than the others, housed one individual. They weren’t like the others. Instead of bandages they wore proper clothes, and seemed to be going over some papers of their own. You could assume they were also part of the research team, but didn’t understand why they were locked up. Then Dr. Yun banged her clipboard against the door to get the other’s attention. They looked up and when you saw their eyes you froze. Those eyes, one normal and the other white, couldn’t be human.

“You must be new here, another poor soul dragged into this hell, aren’t I right, pretty puppet?”

“This is Dr. Bang.” Dr. Yun introduced. “He’s a consultant on our research. Although you likely won’t see him that much.”

“Ah…”

With all introductions done you were finally taken to an actual lab. This place you understood, and you were shown your station, being told where the samples were and how they expected you to submit reports. You still had many questions, but you kept them all to yourself. From what you had seen, if you did something they didn’t like you’d probably end up joining the experiment unwillingly, and you really didn’t want that. Now that everything was in place you got into a routine. You’d be given a simple breakfast to eat in your room, then Dr. Yun or a guard would escort you to the lab. Come lunch time you were escorted to the cafeteria. You and many others mostly ate in silence, the senior researchers openly engaging in conversations about the project or their own lives.

You’d spend your whole day in the lab, looking over different blood samples and reporting on the genetic makeup of each. There were a few anomalies here and there, but nothing drastic, and nothing that could really tell you what was going on. At the end of the day you were returned to your room and given dinner. Afterwards you’d wash up in your personal bathroom and then lie in bed. It wasn’t easy to fall asleep the first few days, but over time you got used to it. You trusted that you’d go home someday, so you just had to make it until then. Since the days were basically the same time didn’t have much meaning. The days just blurred together. That is until the morning Dr. Yun escorted you to Dr. Bang’s cell instead of the lab.

You were rightfully nervous, not sure why you were going to see Dr. Bang. Moreso when you saw Dr. Yun pull out a keyring and step over the white line, going to the cell door. Even if you weren’t supposed to be here, you were told to always stay behind the white line, where you were out of reach, so this didn’t make sense. You looked into the cell, but didn’t see Dr. Bang anywhere, so maybe he wasn’t around. When the door opened Dr. Yun told you to follow her, which you did so hesitantly. You looked around the cell, seeing some papers on the wall, but overall the cell actually seemed frightening. There were red stains on the walls and you finally got a good look at the weird decorations. You though there were just a bunch of weird lamps around but now you could see what they really were. Besides the jewels draped over them you could see all the blood bags.

“… what…”

“I’m sure you’ve at least sensed by now that Dr. Bang isn’t human.”

“Uh…”

“Come here.”

You went over to where Dr. Yun was, standing next to a table with something under a sheet. Once you got close enough she pulled back the sheet just enough to reveal Dr. Bang’s face. You screamed and stepped back. Seeing him up close, you could make out how pale he truly was, not to mention the lack of breathing.

“Is he…”

“No. Of course not, just rendered a corpse when he’s starved.”

“Starved?”

“Still haven’t figured it out?”

Dr. Yun chuckled, reaching under the sheet to pull out Dr. Bang’s hands, revealing claws. Then she carefully opened his mouth so you could see his silver fangs. Everything clicked into place then, and your eyes went wide.

“Vampire…”

“Correct.”

“They… they’re real…”

“Apparently so, and we’re fortunate to have one here with us.”

“How… how did you…”

“A long story, but I don’t have all the details.”

“Okay… uh… why are we here… why is he…”

“As you can imagine, he’s not completely here of his own will, but we have our ways to keep him under control.”

“Ah…”

Dr. Yun had brought a briefcase with them and set it down on an empty table. It was filled with blood bags and she asked you to help replace the empty ones. As you did so she explained that all the blood that was provided to him was that of an animal’s and it was tainted with sedatives and other narcotics. It was enough for him to be alive and well, but not at full strength nor have access to any of his other powers. Still, it was best to be cautious, so he was kept in a cell and no one was allowed near him when conscious. Of course when he ran low on blood he knew to lie down on the table and be patient. Once it was safe to enter the cell someone would replace his blood bags. To end it all Dr. Yun stuck a needle in his arm, making sure the blood was flowing and then ushered you out of the cell, locking the door behind her.

“He’ll be up in a couple of hours.”

“… why… why do you keep him here… why is he… alive…?”

“Scared, are ya? Of what his existence means?”

“I can’t really… grasp the situation…”

“That’s alright, it is hard to believe at first.”

“And he… consults… on the research?”

“He’s quite old and knowledgeable, but also a great specimen. If our goal is to enhance the human race, he can certainly help. We’ve taken donations from him to use in our research as well.”

“You mean… you’ve used vampire blood on the subjects? Is that what I’m seeing in the samples?”

“I’m certain we can figure out a way to give a human all the powers of a vampire without the bloodlust. Imagine it, such an achievement would be incredible.”

“Right…”

You still needed time to process the whole situation. Honestly you had forgotten about Dr. Bang once you really got into your own routine, but now that you knew the truth he’d certainly be stuck in your head for days. Although as you pondered over all this information you came to a grim realization. Dr. Bang was a vampire, which meant vampires and other supernatural creatures existed, but this information wasn’t publicly known. Now that you knew this secret, the chances of you ever going home were slim.This was the type of knowledge you would be killed over. By telling you all this Dr. Yun basically sealed your fate. Although that wasn’t the only reason for sharing such information with you.

It was difficult to get back into your routine. As you were escorted to the lab your gaze always went in the direction of Dr. Bang’s cell. By now you knew he was on his feet again, doing who knows what for this project. You were far more terrified to be here now, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. Not everyone knew about Dr. Bang or what he really was, so talking about him was forbidden. Not that you had anyone to talk to, it wasn’t really easy to make friends in such a place. Sometime later Dr. Yun took you back to Dr. Bang’s cell, briefcase in hand. She wanted you to help with the blood bags again, and it’s not like you could refuse. It seemed that this would be something added to your routine every once in a while, but then it changed again.

“You… you want me to… by myself…?”

“You can handle it.”

This time around, Dr. Yun handed you the briefcase and keyring, telling you to change the blood bags on your own. It wasn’t a difficult task, but going into Dr. Bang’s cell alone seemed unnerving. Still, you didn’t really have a choice in the matter. At least you wouldn’t be completely alone as a guard would escort you and wait outside the cell. You fumbled with the keys a bit, your own nerves getting the better of you but you managed to steady your breathing and unlock the cell. It seemed scarier now that you walked in all by yourself, but you had to remind yourself nothing was going to happen. Dr. Bang wasn’t technically alive at the moment, and you just needed to change the blood bags and be on your way. Simple and easy. You worked quickly, making sure everything was done right and put the needle in his arm before rushing out.

Unfortunately this wouldn’t be the last time you do such a task alone, but after a few times you got used to it. After all, you were just changing blood bags, and no one was technically in the cell with you. Although a few times the sheet would slip down enough for you to see Dr. Bang’s face. You couldn’t really deny the beauty, but at the moment he was technically a corpse, so such thoughts were weird. Despite the fact Dr. Yun had originally told you that you wouldn’t see much of Dr. Bang, that was clearly turning into a lie. Moreso when another task was added to your routine. It was nothing crazy, you just had to deliver some papers to Dr. Bang, which meant you had to see him in person, when he was awake. This errand made you nervous, but once again you couldn’t deny it.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Uh…”

Dr. Bang chuckled. “No need to be afraid, although, I do like the scent. That’s how I know you’re the one who’s been changing my blood bags. I see Dr. Yun delegated that task to her new subordinate. How nice. Truly, to wake to a different scent lingering in my presence. Your fear and nerves now replaced by your own essence. It’s delightful.”

“I… I’m just here… to… to…”

“I know, I know. You have the latest reports. There’s a little drop box to your left, just place the files there. Don’t worry, I can’t reach you.”

“Right…”

You walked over to where the drop box was, staying behind the white line. You heard footsteps, glancing over at the cell door for a moment and seeing Dr. Bang against the bars, hands sticking out, watching you. Seeing him up close, you could really see how he was inhuman, yet beautiful. Although the piercing white left eye snapped you back to your senses and you looked away. It didn’t help much as you could feel his gaze on you.

“Until next time, pretty puppet.”

Once you finished your task you scurried off, not wanting to linger longer than necessary. Although you knew you’d be seeing him again and again. Reports were to be delivered weekly and around the same time, so he knew when to expect you. So now, when you showed up, he was already at the door, watching you and talking, trying to get you to talk to him, but you held your tongue. Or at least you tried to. He spoke so softly, sounding genuinely curious about you. Which you could understand. You had no idea how long he had been locked up here, and he probably didn’t get much of a conversation out of anyone, so it was probably very lonely. Still, he wasn’t always so kind, yet he was probably the most honest person on the whole island.

“You know this is all a lie, right?”

“…”

“Not the research of course, the scientists here really are trying to evolve the human race, but it’s not actually government sanctioned.”

“What…?”

“They kidnapped you, remember. Brought you to an isolated island. You don’t even know where in the world you are, do you? Not to mention I’m sure you’ve realized by now that there is no leaving. You’re on this island til you die, or the research succeeds and you’re one of the first artificially evolved humans, or you become a test subject, I suppose it all depends.”

“…”

Truth was, you had already figured that part out. This place was too odd and scary to be sanctioned by any government. The real question was who was funding all of this, and what kinda rotten luck did you have to end up here.

“Don’t be sad, pretty puppet. It’s not so-”

“I’m not a puppet!”

“Ah, she speaks, you’ll take the pretty part of the nickname though? How cute.”

“You-”

“What’s your name then, pretty puppet?”

“…”

“Come on now, you already broke the rules and spoke to me, might as well continue. I’ll go first, Doctor Bang Chan at your service.”

“You… your name is Chan?”

“Yes, and yours?”

“…”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, just spit it out, I won’t bite.”

“… y/n…”

“Y/n… how… cute.”

You really weren’t supposed to talk with Dr. Bang, just deliver papers, but he wasn’t just gonna keep quiet. You tried to keep things to a minimum, but he’d always say something to catch your attention. He didn’t seem like a monster that needed to be locked up, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Not that you should. You knew nothing about him, there was a reason he was here, not to mention helping with the research.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

“You know what I would really love…”

“Huh?”

You glanced at Chan, meeting his gaze, and you found it hard to look away. Since last week you had been noticing his stiff moments and scratchy voice. He was running low on blood, and slowly starving, yet he put on a smile for you. In a few days he’d be dead on the table and you’d change his blood bags. You didn’t really like watching him deteriorate, but it’s not like you were going to enter his cell and change his blood bags while he was still up. You had no idea what he was truly capable of.

“I’d love… to taste your blood.”

“What…?”

Chan broke out into a maniacal laughter, and his words certainly snapped you out of your daze. You stumbled back a bit, realizing it was time to go. Regardless of your feelings, and their fluctuations, this moment did well to remind you Chan was a vampire and extremely dangerous.

✷

The next morning you felt a bit groggy, struggling to get out of bed but you had to nonetheless. You felt off and decided to take a quick shower before you were escorted to the lab. Even your arm hurt, but you had to focus. If you were caught lacking somehow you feared the consequences. The next day you felt better, and as you predicted it wasn’t long before you were given a briefcase. You knew where you had to go. Although it was different this time. You weren’t just walking into an empty room anymore. After changing a few of the bags you pulled back the sheets, seeing Chan in a new light. 

It felt wrong to see him like this, knowing he was basically dead, and tomorrow he’d be alive again. You finished up with the last bag, placing the needle in his arm and heading out. You glanced back once more before closing the door and locking it behind you. In a few hours he’d be back to his usual self. At least that was what you thought. In reality, in a couple of hours everything was going to change.

Chan took in a deep breath as he regained consciousness, feeling a long forgotten energy coursing through his veins. He stumbled to his feet, feeling insanely parched compared to before. He desperately reached for the blood bag connected to the needle in him, biting into it with his fangs. It had been so long since he tasted human blood. He greedily drank every last drop, feeling discombobulated as his body adjusted and grew strong, remembering what it was like to be properly fed. Still, he knew this was his grand moment and he was not going to waste it. Chan gathered his things, going to the door of his cell and bending the bars to test his strength. He could feel it all coming back to him, and soon enough he broke down the door with ease.

“Doctor… Doctor Bang…”

A guard seemed to recognize Chan as he made his way to the upper levels, and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw the fear on their face. All he had to do was flash his fangs and make them run, and run they did. He could hear the crackle of a radio, a code black being called out. Soon enough the lights changed, showing what seemed to be emergency lights. Then to his own surprise some of the cells were opened. It seemed there great idea was to distract him for the moment by dealing with the deranged human subjects they kept locked up. He didn’t mind, he could use the blood, and the fun.

✷

You were in the lab when the lights changed, and those around you began to panic. You didn’t understand what was going on, but then you heard sirens, and a code black being called out. Since you had no idea what was happening you just followed the flow, leaving the lab with the others. Then you heard it. Screams and gunfire. The first thing that came to mind was that one of the more unstable subjects had gotten loose, but this seemed to be something more. As moved with the others you stumbled in your steps and then heard a very loud scream. You instinctively looked back to find the source, and then you saw it. Chan was out of his cell, attacking anything that got in his way. His escape was the code black.

Your eyes went wide with realization and you scrambled to your feet, starting to run. You just followed the others, having no idea what the protocol was for this. Although you suddenly remembered something from your first day. There was a control center in the building, you had been shown it on your tour. All incoming and outgoing signals went through there, and if help needed to be called, that was the place to go. You separated from the group and went to the control center, surprised and relieved to see Dr. Yun and some of the other seniors there as well. Although no one seemed to be placing a distress signal.

“What… what’s going on…?”

“Y/n, you’re here? Surprising. Don’t worry, everything is under control, take a seat.”

“Okay…”

You wanted to believe them. You didn’t know everything about this place, so surely they had a plan in place to contain Chan. You took an empty seat, taking a moment to catch your breath. You looked at the control panel before you, noticing a button with a case over it. All it said was ‘distress signal’ but it didn’t seem to be activated. You tried to ask Dr. Yun about it, but she seemed to be busy with something else. Surely all these people knew what they were doing, so you just needed to sit quietly and wait. That’s what you did until the door was kicked off its hinges, Chan walking in. He playfully twirled around his cane, covered in blood, taking in his surroundings. Before he could even speak Dr. Yun had drawn a gun, aiming it at him. Although he didn’t seem to be frightened.

“You really think that’s gonna work on me?” Chan chuckled. “I guess it makes you feel safe, doesn’t it?”

“How the hell did you get out!?”

“With a little help, isn’t that right, y/n?”

“What!?” You yelled. “I, I didn’t-”

“You betrayed us!” Dr. Yun pointed the gun at you. “Are you out of your mind!?”

“No! No, I didn’t help him! I never-”

“Calm down now, doctor.” Chan interrupted. “Don’t yell at her, she didn’t know what she was doing. Even now she has no idea what she’s done.”

“That’s not possible! You’re not strong enough to use compulsion!”

“That’s what you think.”

“Well, if I save my energy and use it at the right moment on the oh so impressionable mind you gave to me, anything is possible, don’t you think?” Chan teased. “You probably shouldn’t have delegated your tasks, huh? You got bored of me so fast, I bet you’re regretting it now.”

“You… you…” Dr. Yun aimed the gun back at Chan. “You are never getting off this island!”

In the blink of an eye Chan stood before Dr. Yun, yanking the gun out of her hand and then tossing it to you. Fear had immobilized you, yet your body moved to catch the gun and then aim it at your senior. Your hands were shaking, but you had no control over yourself.

“What are you doing, y/n! Shoot him!”

“I… I… I can’t… move…”

“My pretty little puppet won’t hurt her master, you know that.”

Chan sauntered over to you, coming up behind you. When he placed a hand on your shoulder you jumped, but stayed in place. His chuckle reverberated through your whole body, making your heart race. He was well aware of this, and seemed to enjoy it.

“So excited to see me, but don’t worry my pretty little puppet. I don’t want you getting your hands dirty.”

Chan took the gun from your hand, disassembling it and then attacking the others in the room. You remained frozen in horror as blood splashed onto you, ultimately making you stumbled back a bit. He didn’t really kill anyone, he seemed to have other plans, and out of the corner of your eye you saw the distress call button. Without hesitation you pressed it, the little light under it flashing red. For a moment you felt some kind of relief, and then you found yourself pressed against a wall, Chan glaring daggers at you before laughing.

“Aren’t you adorable? You think that little button is gonna help you? No one is coming to your rescue. I told you this is someone’s secret little experiment, they won’t risk exposure getting any others involved. It’s just you and me now.”

“Please… please don’t kill me…”

“I will do no such thing my pretty little puppet, so don’t be afraid.”

You felt sharp claws brush against your cheek, making you flinch. Chan merely laughed at your actions, knowing very well you were at his mercy. He grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. The smile on his face was the same as before, but everything else had changed.

“Now, how about a proper taste of the delicious blood you gave me, hm?”

It wasn’t a question, and within seconds Chan had buried his fangs in your throat. You screamed out, feeling the pain of the bite, and squirming in his grasp before a dangerously pleasurable sensation began to overtake you. Your hands desperately clawed at Chan’s back, but you couldn’t fight him. With every drop of blood he drank he grew stronger and stronger, and you became weaker and weaker. The edges of your vision were going dark but you didn’t really feel fear. When Chan pulled away he took in a deep breath, a devilish smile on his face as he licked his lips. You could only see his blurry face knowing you were second from slipping away into darkness.

“Rest, my pretty little puppet. There is much to do.”

✷

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, grabbing your head as this throbbing pain overtook you. Images flashed before your eyes and you thought back to what had happened to you. Before Chan’s big escape he told you that he wanted to taste your blood, you just didn’t know he compelled the idea into your head. Without realizing you had stolen an empty blood bag and needles, drawing your own blood that night. When the time came to change his blood bags you snuck the extra one with you, swapping it out and using it as the blood bag that would awaken Chan. This was your doing, you just weren’t a willing participant. 

“… why… why…”

“Are you finally awake, my pretty little puppet?”

You jumped as you suddenly realized Chan was next to you, leaning in close. You moved away and nearly fell off the table but he grabbed your arm, chuckling.

“Easy there, wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“… let go… please…”

“Why? You scared of me now that I’m up close? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“… why… why are you doing this…?”

“What? Did you think I’d remain in captivity for eternity?”

“I… you’re not… getting off… the island… I don’t-”

“Darling, you think I don’t know anything about this place?”

“… what…?”

“If there were ever any visitors they’d arrive by helicopter, but that stopped decades ago.” Chan explained. “Although, once a month a delivery ship comes by to drop off supplies. Untainted blood bags, food, lab equipment, and all the stuff. The next one is due in two weeks. When it arrives, I’ll take control, and sail to the mainland with my children.”

“Your… what…?”

“Ah, right, you’ve been out for nearly a day. Come, let me show you what I mean.”

Chan helped you to your feet, laughing as you were still shaky on your legs. You had no idea how much Chan had taken from you, but clearly you had yet to recover. He had no problem helping you, keeping a hand around your waist. The facility was dead silent. All the cells were empty, no guards were present, it was a ghost town. Chan took you out to the courtyard, it was a bright and sunny day. Your gaze immediately fell to Chan who had his eyes shut, basking in the sun. After a moment he started chuckling and turned to you.

“Did you think I’d burst into flames?”

“Ah… well, vampires…”

“I haven’t felt the sun on my skin in decades. This is so refreshing.” Chan took a breath. “Vampires don’t really fear the sun, it’s just an annoyance, really.”

You suddenly heard yelling and screeching looking down at the courtyard, your eyes going wide. The test subjects were all running around in the courtyard, out in the open like animals. You didn’t really understand until one of the was up against the fence, and you could see their fangs. More and more began to pile up, making Chan laugh.

“Don’t worry, the kids are just hungry.”

“You… you turned them?”

“Of course.” Chan let you go and got close to the fence, seeming playful with those on the other side. “Mindless little creatures had no other purpose in life, so I gave them a new one. Besides, I can’t just attack the mainland myself, now could I? An army of fledglings would serve me well. Newborn strength and bloodlust is something else.”

The test subjects were always unnerving. You never personally interacted with them but you saw how they moved like zombies. They didn’t talk, but would scream on occasion, and were treated like livestock. You couldn’t imagine what had been done to them to turn them into corpses. Now they were alive in a new way, but it wasn’t any better.

“Are you… going to turn me into one of them…?”

“Hm, I haven’t decided yet. You must be hungry though, let’s get you fed.”

Chan took you back inside to the cafeteria, going into the kitchen and sitting you down on a countertop. He began browsing around, wondering what to give you. He grabbed a bunch of random things, presenting them to you with a sense of pride.

“There you are, that should be enough, right?”

“I… I can work with this…”

“Apologies, I don’t usually care for humans.”

“It’s fine.”

You ate what was given to you, not wanting to make a big deal out of anything. You also didn’t have much of an appetite yet. In any other situation you’d probably think of ways to escape but you had long ago accepted your fate. The vampire taking over doesn’t change anything. You couldn’t get off this island yourself, and the only other option was what Chan was waiting for. Not to mention he had a small army of rabid fledglings at his command he could easily use on you if you tried anything. So you were in the exact same situation as before except you weren’t exactly sure behaving would keep you alive. Chan was unpredictable, and you were completely at his mercy.

After eating Chan took you back to his cell. You weren’t sure what he wanted with you. He was still going over the research data, but eventually there would be an end to what he could read. You knew to a degree he had also been an unwilling participant, but now you were wondering if he had something to gain from this project too. Still, you kept your distance, sticking to a corner and quietly sitting with your legs close to your chest. He didn’t pay you much attention, not like you could do anything without him noticing. Although after a day his eyes would be on you. Once you’ve recovered enough for him to sink his fangs into you again.

“Tell me, what did you learn from all those samples?”

“Huh?”

“You’re a geneticist, right? Or at least that’s what you have a degree in. You read samples all day, reported on your findings, what did you learn?”

“I… I didn’t have all the data… I never really knew what I was looking at…”

“You could still see patterns and make assumptions, no?”

“Well… the samples were human… always with a foreign element, but… the foreign material itself was always incomplete, and the results were… the samples I examined were just blood work but the sequences I saw were always deteriorating… if this was ever applied onto a living specimen… they would not live long…”

“I’m sure you now know what the foreign element was.”

“Yes… vampire blood… but broken down… and in pieces… we know what happens when vampire blood and human blood mixes…”

“That’s the funny thing, it’s not that simple.”

“It… isn’t?”

“Of course. Perhaps if you knew the truth your hypothesis would change.”

“How so?”

“Vampire blood and human blood can have interesting effects, depending on the combination. My blood can heal human injuries, although if the injury is too far gone I’m afraid the human will die, and then be reborn.”

“That’s how you make a vampire?”

“Oh no, there’s one more step there. The first day a newborn yearns with thirst, not just for any blood, but the blood of their master. If it’s not given within those 24 hours a proper bond isn’t formed and those creatures remain slaves to the thirst, no matter what blood is given to them afterwards.”

“That’s… that’s what you did to those outside…”

“Smart girl, see, I knew you’d understand.”

“Is that why I’m alive…? Cause I… understand…?”

“Is that what you think?”

“… I… I don’t know…”

“A little mercy doesn’t hurt.”

“Right…”

“Since all your cognitive functions seem to be in order, how about you be a good girl and come here.”

The wasn’t a request. You shakily got up, taking slow steps towards Chan. He watched you with a predatory smile. He reveled in your fear, even if you tried to hide it. He knew it was only natural for you to be fearful. He lived by ingesting the life force that ran through your veins. In a mock form of chivalry he held his hand out to you, and you took it, letting those claws envelop your wrist like a chain around your throat. Once he had you in his grasp he pulled you close, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and breathing in deeply.

“The first time I awoke and caught your scent I was fascinated. In all my years, I finally had a new presence in my life. I was very curious about you, and I’ve yet to be satisfied.”

“Ah…”

You felt the cold brush of his fangs against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your body unwillingly reacted to his touch, knowing very well what was in store for you, and wanting it. Chan’s hot breath against your ear, his low chuckle, it excited your body and betrayed your identity. Self preservation thrown out the window. All it really took was a handful of bites to turn you into his puppet. You tilted your head back, exposing your neck for him, and then you were rewarded. The initial sting was followed by a beauty of pleasure flowing into you. A soft moan escaped your lips as Chan wrapped his arms around you, holding you in his arms as he drained your strength. He was usually on your neck for longer, but this time he stopped, making you whimper.

“I haven’t been with a human in so long. Why don’t you indulge me in some carnal pleasures.”

Chan set you down on that cold table, his claws ripping at your clothes. You shook from the cold, but he just kept going, leaving you in your panties and bra. His hands ghosted over your body, then he took off his gloves. You had never really seen him without them. This time his claws glided over your chest, trailing down to your core. You flinched from the small knicks he’d make along the way, but the pain didn’t hurt as pleasure still coursed through your veins. You didn’t know what to expect from a vampire, but being gentle was not gonna be it. He pushed your legs apart, claws easily cutting away your panties and exposing you. For a moment you felt something cold rubbing against your center, then you inhaled desperately as you felt yourself being ripped open.

Your hands grabbed the edges of the table as you arched your back, Chan wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. He was all the way inside you in one swift motion, giving you only a moment to feel him before he started moving. He was fast and brutal, inhuman, but you didn’t really have any other experience to compare to. In a matter of moments he turned you into a moaning mess, rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, abusing it and bruising you from the inside out. His free hand went up your chest, cutting your bra with his claws and then gropping your breast. The little stings from his claw tips would certainly leave marks. Eventually your hands moved to wrap around Chan, wanting more even if you were already so out of.

Your mind was overwhelmed, your body at its limits, and your strength was halved to begin with. The edge of your vision was black, and yet in a second everything went white as Chan dug his fangs into the other side of your neck. The new rush of endorphins turned you into putty and your mind couldn’t withstand the high. You blacked out, slipping in and out of consciousness but Chan was nowhere near done with you. There were flashes of pleasure and inklings of pain here and there. You had no idea how many orgasms he wringed out of you and it didn’t matter, it was all so wonderful. You weren’t really sure when it all ended but at some point you were back in your own room, wrapped up in multiple bedsheets, sleeping on cloud nine.

When you finally got some sense back you sat quietly on your bed, processing in a foggy state of mind. There were no bite marks or little cuts, just fading bruises. A strange iron taste lingered on your tongue and you remembered what Chan said about vampire blood. You felt a bit sick, but then your stomach growled. You had no idea when the last time you ate was. So you got out of bed, stumbling to your hands and knees before you managed to stand again. Although when you got to the door you found it locked. You thought maybe you just lacked strength but you kept trying the door, and it wouldn’t budge.

“Finally awake, welcome back to the world of the living.” Chan giggled. “How did you sleep?”

“I… I… what…”

“You’re quite… exquisite… certainly worthy of my attention. Tell me, do you want another bite?”

Chan flashed his fangs at you, and a shiver ran down your spine. He very well heard your heart skip and broke out laughing. You averted your gaze, feeling embarrassed. After a moment he opened the door, holding out his hand to you. There was no reason not to take it. He didn’t wear gloves, so you took his cold hand, letting him pull you close and hold you up as you went to the cafeteria to get some food. This time he let you pick what you wanted and watched you have your fill. By now he knew you weren’t gonna run off and defy him, so he let you wander around as you pleased. Although at night he’d always lock you back in your room. For safe keeping as he’d say.

You didn’t really understand it at first until you heard the screaming and trampling steps. He let his little army run around the facility at night, going wild as was their nature. Then you heard it, the cries of a human being. Chan turned the test subjects, but every staff member that wasn’t you he kept around. Alive somewhere in the facility to feed on and then let loose for his army to hunt and play with. You glanced out of your cell one night and you saw someone running on the other side. Seconds later the fledglings ran past, and when you heard the screams you fell back. You definitely didn’t want to be out of your cell at night. During the day though, if Chan didn’t have you at his side he’d be out in the courtyard basking in the sun and playing with his unbreakable toys.

You weren’t entirely sure how much time had passed, but you knew that boat was bound to come any day now. It made you worry. From the beginning you had been nothing but a pawn for the vampire, using you as a means to escape, to take over the facility, and now merely for food and pleasure. He had bigger plans that went beyond you, plans that you had no idea about. Meaning you didn’t know if you were ever meant to leave this island alive. You didn’t even have the guts to ask, fearing it would be your end. Then again, it seemed you were already there. Any day now would be your last. Then one evening you heard the sound of a horn blasting through the speakers.

“Ah, I see I did set that up properly.” Chan smiled. “A bit early, but wonderful nonetheless.”

Chan threw you over his shoulder and carried you up to your cell, tossing you on the bed. You immediately moved to hide, thinking this was it. Chan laughed as he grabbed your ankles and dragged you back towards him. He flipped you over and crawled onto the bed, pinning you beneath him.

“Why are you running, my pretty little puppet? Scared?”

“Don’t kill me… please… please…”

“Who said anything about that? No, no, I have other plans for you, but I need you to stay put for now. So listen closely.” Chan grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You are going to stay here and you are going to be quiet, understand?”

“I… I understand…”

Chan had no need to compel you once he had taken over the facility, but the fact he was doing it now raised questions. Not that you would get answers.

“Good, now some extra precautions.”

The grin that appeared on Chan’s face made you squirm, but he only kept you still, forcing your mouth open as he bit into his wrist, letting globs of blood spill down your throat. You gagged and coughed some of it out, but wound up swallowing a good amount. You thought that was it, but when he released you and got off the bed he grabbed your ankle once more, then he began to squeeze. You screamed in agony, trying to get him to let go, but he didn’t, not until he was done. He chuckled and grabbed your chin again, wiping your tears.

“Just a sprain, it’ll heal of course, but I don’t want you running off anyway. One can’t be too safe.”

Chan pressed a bloody kiss to your head before walking away. The metal door slammed shut and you heard it lock. A part of you wanted to go to the door and yell at Chan, scream for answers, but the slightest movement made you whimper. You were trapped here, as you always were. Perhaps it was for the best to be somewhere safe where no one could get to you, but it only made you wonder what would happen out there. You bit your lip and did your best to get in a comfortable position. You had no idea how long you’d be here.

✷

The horn of the ship was a welcomed disturbance to the peace he had cultivated. As he stepped outside he saw the giant vessel in all its glory, his mind filling with possibilities of the future to come. He stepped down into the courtyard, gathering up his army and heading to the dock. As he approached he saw someone tying down the ship, but when they notice him, they ran back aboard. Chan couldn’t help but laugh.

“No killing, just some maiming, my lovelies.”

Despite their rather animalistic state his children still knew who their master was, and were capable of taking orders. All he had to do was whistle and then they were off. He gave them a head start before going in himself, searching for the captain. As far as he knew that was the only person he needed alive, but he had to be sure first before he let the kids really have fun. With those preparations done he stepped off the ship to bask in the night sky. There was no rush to head out to sea just yet, so he could tie up a few loose ends. He made his way back to his cell, startled by what he found.

“You…”

“How… how are you here…?”

“Who do you think the distress signal called?”

“That’s impossible! You working with-”

“The only reason I’m here, is to take care of you.” The gentleman in white stood up. “You should have stayed in your cage.”

On the island, Chan reigned as a king, but to his own face, his own reflection staring back at him. It was the only thing that made him feel fear. The only instinct he had now was to run. He knew he was no match for the hunter. That would remain true as he was dealt with.

“Now to clean up your mess.”

Chris returned to the ship, dealing with all those abominations and finally putting them out of their misery. The only remaining crew members he compelled to treat each other’s wounds and wait for further orders in the helm. He dragged all the dead creatures off the ship, getting them in a pile and setting it ablaze. As he watched the fire burn his gaze shifted to the facility. He’d need to destroy everything now. Once he was sure the bodies would all burn up he went into the facility. Then he heard it. At this point he had silenced all other heartbeats, except for those on the ship, and what remained of Chan’s life, but this one, this one was new, and different. He followed the sound, coming to a locked cell.

Chris ripped the door off its hinges with ease, stepping into the room. He could immediately tell someone was living here, and then he noticed the body lying on the bed. The scent was human to his surprise. He didn’t expect any humans to be alive on the island. Once he got close enough he pulled back the covers, startling the girl. She moved in a panic but quickly stopped, alerting him to the sprained ankle she had. Still, she kept her distance, frightened and refusing to meet his gaze. He was still assessing the situation, and didn’t think twice about grabbing the girl’s face and forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Look at me.”

“Please! Please, don’t kill me!”

“I said look.”

You didn’t know what to expect now that Chan had returned, but you certainly felt something was different. Then you saw it. As you gazed at the face before you the eyes caught your attention. Chan’s left eye was white, but the boy before you, his right eye was white.

“… what…?”

“How come you’re alive?”

“I… I…” You could feel the pull of compulsion, but the question was complicated. “I don’t know… to feed on me? Or the research? He never… who… who-”

“My name is Christopher, but you can just call me Chris. Let’s get you out of here.”

Chris bit into his wrist, offering you his blood. That answered your other question, he was a vampire too. You didn’t think you had much choice here either, so you drank his blood. Afterwards he helped you to your feet, walking with you as you exited the facility. You wanted to keep your mouth shut for the sake of survival, but a question was burning your tongue.

“What… where…”

“He’ll waste away in the fire.”

Just as Chris answered you a groan caught your attention. You noticed a familiar body on the ground, speared in the chest which what you assumed was a piece of metal fence. For a moment your steps slowed, and Chris quickly noticed. He stopped in his tracks and pulled you in front of him, getting you to meet his gaze.

“I want you to forget about everything, and everyone, on this island, do you understand?”

“… forget…”

“Good girl. Come on, I-”

“Are you gonna kill me…?”

Before the last bit of your memory completely faded away you managed to ask one last question. Even if you wouldn’t understand what came next.

“I don’t think so.”

“Then… what…”

“Hm.” Chris brushed some hair behind your ear, taking you in for a moment. “I haven’t quite decided yet.”

[hanjisick]

yandere skz reaction… falling asleep on them

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

trigger for mentions of murder and yandere themes

wc. 1.3k

bang chan.

it was the first time that chan needed to kill for you.

you had burst into your best friends house with hot tears streaming down your face, begging for his comfort.

“what happened baby?” he let you ugly sob into his chest.

“he cheated on me, chan! he cheated on me!” chan held you tighter as you screamed into him, rocking you back and forth.

chan quietly reassured you, letting you cry out all the tears that you had inside. he hushed you, whispering gentle phrases about how it would all be okay, that he loved you, that you meant everything to him.

eventually you had fallen asleep in his lap, and even with tear stained cheeks and a puffy face, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty.

but as he stared at you, your pained sobs played in his head, drowning out everything but one thought.

he couldn’t let the man who did this to you continue to live.

lee minho.

how could anyone sleep next to such a cruel monster as himself?

for days after he had decided to keep you for himself, you refused to sleep in pure fear. that he would end your life as well when you least expected it. that you would dream of all the horrors that he made you witness.

you would let him spoon you at night while wide awake, letting him drift into sleep while you kept on guard, hoping that he didn’t notice. but he did.

regardless, it wouldn’t effect him. he would still sleep against you, cuddled up to his favorite person.

so why did his chest erupt with butterflies one night, when you finally fell asleep against him?

he placed kisses onto your nape of your neck, obsessed with the way that you snored lightly against him.

someday, you would learn that he would never lay his hands on you. you would learn that every person he had killed was for your own sake.

seo changbin.

you hadn’t quite fallen asleep against him, but in his distorted mind you had.

in actuality, you had fallen asleep in his bed while he was out getting groceries.

when he got home, he called out your name, setting down the bags in a panic once he was met with silence.

“y/n?” he called again, running to the bedroom.

a sigh of relief escaped his lips, now knowing that you hadn’t tried to run away again.

from there, he carefully slid off his shoes and laid beside you, tugging you onto his chest.

he closed his eyes, pretending that you had willingly fallen asleep on him. that there weren’t frozen groceries to be put away immediately. that none of that mattered.

“let’s take a nap together, yeah?” he whispered to himself, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

hwang hyunjin.

your first few days while housebound were cruel. he had you locked in a plain room with no lights or windows, just an old, broken mattress in the middle of the room. no blanket, no pillows.

and for as long as you would scream at him, that’s what you were stuck with.

needless to say, you were exhausted. it was hard to get any sleep at all, so you would stay up all night, staring at the empty walls.

hyunjin opened the door to the dark room in the morning, only to find a shell of his doll, “oh baby,” he would gather you into his arms, knowing that you were too tired to fight back, “didn’t sleep well last night?”

you only nodded, barely caring about the cruel chuckle that fell from his lips.

given different circumstances, you would’ve shoved him off of you by now and screamed at him to leave you alone, but you didn’t. instead, you closed your eyes. his lap was far more comfortable than the mattress.

“how about you sleep in my bed tonight?” hyunjin offered as you drifted off, barely earning a nod from you.

han jisung.

as he had practically attached himself to your hip, it would be hard to not fall asleep on him very quickly.

but when he heard your light snores for the first time as you laid on his chest, he was beyond thrilled.

a large grin spread across his crazed face, fidgeting with his fingers to contain his excitement.

should he get his camera and record you? this was a special memory that he needed to document— but he didn’t want to risk waking you.

instead, he resorted to staring at you, trying to capture the picture in his mind, every last detail of your sleeping face that he had seen so many times from afar and up close. the only different was that you were on him, your hand splayed across his chest.

his eyes wouldn’t leave you until you had woken up, even if it was hours later. he had barely let himself blink, needing to etch the moment into his mind.

“did you sleep well, baby?”

lee felix.

every time felix would try to force you to sleep next to him, you’d put up a fight, thrashing around in his bed and screaming until he simply gave up and let you sleep on the couch in his living room.

three months in, and tonight was different.

felix heard his bedroom door creak open, squinting his eyes to see your figure in the hallway, looking like a deer in headlights.

“what’s the matter, darling?” he spoke in a groggy tone, throwing off the covers and hoisting himself up by his elbows.

“i had a nightmare,” you whispered, “can i sleep with you?”

felix had never woken up so fast.

“of course you can, c’mere,” he scooted over, letting you into the warm blankets.

“i’ll keep you safe,” you felt the vibration of his voice through his chest against your head, “i’ll never let anything hurt you.”

a large grin spread across his face as he felt your breathing get heavier. he would savor this moment forever.

kim seungmin.

seungmin showed up at your door with flowers, as he did every time that he greeted you. but when you only gave him a light smile at the bouquet, inviting him into your home, his heart dropped. these were your favorite kind. why didn’t you love them?

was he wrong about your favorite? no, he couldn’t be. he was never wrong about anything when it came to you. he knew everything about you, more than he knew himself. “is everything alright, my love?”

“i’m just tired. i didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

the relief that he felt was quickly replaced by worry, “do you want to sleep? i can come over later?”

“no, i want to still do the movie night, i’ll get through it.”

despite what you said, all that it took for you to fall asleep was seungmin’s hands in your hair and a blanket draped over the two of you.

seungmin noticed immediately when you fell asleep against his shoulder— he could care less about the movie, his focus was on your reactions the entire time.

he was quick to shut the tv off, laying his head back against the couch as he let you sleep on him.

yang jeongin.

when you fell asleep on him for the first time, he was beyond lost.

he didn’t know exactly what to do. one moment, you had your phone against his abdomen, scrolling in his lap. the next, your phone had slipped out of your hand and to his side, with a line of drool falling from your lips.

“honey?” he whispered as if his mind was playing tricks on him, or maybe you were.

but when you didn’t answer, he allowed himself to get lost staring at the features that he fell so in love with.

his long fingers couldn’t help but find themselves in your hair, and he barely allowed himself to brush through it, terrified to wake you.

jeongin was gentle with you, careful to not ruin the moment.

eventually his hands had stopped, his own eyes closing and drifting off into sleep.

how could he not? the person that he was most comfortable with, who he would do anything for, even kill, was sleeping peacefully against him.

[sadseungmin]

hihi how r u?? :D just got my nails done today and just imagining scratching skz’s back and leaving it full of red marks..

— 🎧

hi, 🎧 ~

i hope you've been doing well! i've been sleepy as of late, but inspired! i definitely need to get my nails done by the way...actually, i need a general spa day.

anyways, you got me thinking about how the psychotic!maknae line would feel about having scratch marks down their back from sex. જ⁀➴

♡ leaving scratch marks down the backs of psychotic maknae-line ♡

psychotic maknae-line x reader | gender neutral | nsfw (MDNI)

⚠︎ Psychotic!Han Jisung ⚠︎

Jisung's psychotic behavior is fueled by unpredictability and a desire for intense experiences. He thrives on the thrill of the moment and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. He would welcome his lover to leave scratch marks down his back, seeing it as a manifestation of the chaotic and passionate energy he craves. The stinging sensation of the marks as your nails tear open his skin serve as a reminder of the wild and unrestrained passion you two share. He would revel in the feeling—a perfect blend of pain and pleasure—and find it exhilarating, addictive, and raw.

"It hurts so fucking good, babydoll. Daddy loves it when you mark him up like this. Everyone at the gym is gonna know I'm just as much your property as you are mine."

⚠︎ Psychotic!Lee Felix ⚠︎

Felix relishes in the contrast between his innocent appearance and his darker, psychotic actions. His angelic exterior successfully hides his devilish and unhinged, inner tendencies and desires. Long, red scratch marks down his back would be a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain, feeding his duality. Felix would savor the sensation and the physical proof of your intense love for him, finding it both arousing and deeply satisfying. For him, the marks are a badge of honor—the deeper, the better. He takes pride of them so much so, that the screensavers of all his gaming pcs are the long, bright crimson lines you've etched down his lean back.

"God, I'm so obsessed with your nails! I think they're sharp enough to carve your name into my back—your initials, at least. Hmm, I have an idea, angel. I've been thinking about changing the screensaver of my phone's home screen."

⚠︎ Psychotic!Kim Seungmin ⚠︎

Seungmin's practiced calm and composed exterior hides the psychotic edge that craves moments of intense passion. Scratching marks into his smooth skin would be a thrilling departure from his usual cool, controlled demeanor—a dive into the chaos and pain he inwardly craves. While he may not actively encourage for you to scratch his skin raw while he's inches deep inside you, he would appreciate the animalistic and primal connection the action represents. The burning sensation of the scratches would excite him, breaking through his practiced façade and appealing to the hidden side of him that craves bloodlust and intense passion. Even though this is not his usual preference—he much prefers causing you pain and marking your pretty skin—it would be a thrilling, arousing experience nonetheless.

"Mmm, naughty puppy, you're making me bleed. Am I going to have to tie up your hands and file down those pretty claws of yours?"

⚠︎ Psychotic!Yang Jeongin ⚠︎

Jeongin is psychotic, sure, but he's still figuring out his darker urges. His youthful appearance belies a sicker, more adventurous side he's still exploring. Scratch marks would be intriguing and an exciting new experience for him. While he might approach the action with curiosity rather than active desire, he'd find the markings and the sensation—the sharp drag of your nails, the stinging as his skin opens, and the tickle from the fresh scars weeping down his back—fascinating. Jeongin is still figuring out his own twisted, perverted preferences, but he would appreciate this bold expression of your desire for him. It appeals to his psychotic, inquisitive side and he would appreciate the intensity and novelty of it all.

"Your nails look even prettier when they're caked with my blood. Do you like hurting me, baby? Or do I make you feel so good, you can't help but want to tear me apart?"

[linos-luna]

Yandere Stray Kids Profiles 🔪

My headcannons for Yandere Skz.

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Bang Chan

Manipulative and controlling

Chan doesn’t need to hurt you. He can charm you into doing whatever he wants. He can control who you talk to or where you go and you wouldn’t even realize it. He love bombs you and hits all your insecurities. On the rare chance that he does get mad, he’ll punish you by a spanking. But he apologizes afterwards and makes you believe you deserved it.

• He’s so sweet and loving

.• gives you everything you could ever want.

• spoils you and tells you nice things.

• he has successfully cut off your friends and family. But you don’t know that. He says they abandoned you.

• you might develop Stockholm Syndrome

• he’s all you need.

• Always gaslighting you

• you call him Daddy.

• A rule he’s very strict about

• He’ll spank you if you make him mad.

• and make you explain what you did wrong

• then tell you it hurt him more than you.

• and you believe him. He’s so loving! How could you make him so angry?

“Daddy is very disappointed in you…”

“Why would you do that, babygirl?”

“Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you!”

“Do you want daddy to touch you? To make you feel good?”

“Daddy would never hurt you.”

Minho

Unhinged but controlling

Unhinged is putting it lightly. He loves you desperately and believes you love him too. Unlike Chan, he is not so subtle when controlling you. He loves being in control. And he’s not afraid to hurt you.

• He’ll snap at you at random.

• obsessed with everything you do

• rarely lets you go out but when you do, he always stalks you.

• rules he expects you to follow

- call him oppa

- kisses everday!

- wear only what he wants you to wear

- NO talking back…

• He WILL punish you

• lock you in the closet or spank you

• actually, he looks for any excuse to do so

• He loves to bend you over his lap and spank you, making you count each one

Changbin

Violent… sometimes unintentional

Changbin is very short tempered. Being with him is like walking on eggshells: but he doesn’t want to hurt you. Not at all! But sometimes he fails to realize his strength.

• He just wants you by his side all the time

• Always hold his hand in public

• or else he’ll pull you close.

• might dislocate your shoulder.

• but he doesn’t mean it!

• but sometimes you make him snap and he’ll yell or slam fists on the table.

• you better hide before you end up in his crossfire

• He will spank you you as a last resort

“Come here, why are you so distant?”

“Why did you make me hurt you?!”

“Im sorry that I love you so much!”

“You make me crazy.”

Hyunjin

Delusional and hopeless romantic

Hyunjin believes you are soulmates. He believes you are the love of his life and wants to please you. Rather than facing reality, he rather stay in this delusion…

• desperate for you

• cherishes and practically worships you

• not very violent but immediately remorseful if he hurts you

• will do everything for you

• you don’t even have to walk

• but you can’t go out without him, even in the backyard

• keeps you away from windows

• can’t taint your skin to the sun rays!

• easily jealous

• writes you poems and makes you are

“Sorry! Sorry! Darling, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“You’re the love of my life!”

“Anything for you, love.”

Han

Psychotic and Craves attention 24/7

He’s very needy and constantly wants your attention. If you don’t give it to him, he get mad- no. Furious. How dare you reject him. You’re supposed to love him! I mean, he takes care of you right?

• give him all your attention!

• never mention another boy around him!

• even if it’s like a brother or cousin

• if you don’t give him attention, he’ll get very accusatory

• He’ll think you’re cheating!

• then he gets crazy

• starts speaking nonsense

• and getting violent.

“Why did you leave?? Were you cheating??”

“Noona, who are you talking to?”

“Hey! Get off your phone! Love me!”

“Cheater! How dare you!”

Felix

Subby yandere?

Felix acts like an innocent boy. There’s no way he’s bad. He just wants you to love him and take care of him. But sometimes he gets angry and loses his composure.

• Wants you to be with him all the time. Why would you leave him?

• he’d never hurt you right?

• well if he loses composure, then he will.

• he wants to be your cute subby boy…

• for you to love him and cuddle

• and if you break that he’ll get angry.

• He’ll throw a fit and kick and punch

• Play along if you wanna keep the peace

“No that’s not right! I thought you loved me!”

“Don’t leave me, I’m sowwy 🥺”

Seungmin

Stotic and unpredictable

It’s a little unnerving how calm Seungmin can be. You’re never sure what exactly he’s going to do at any given moment. Sometimes he’s fine, but then he’s yelling at you.

• he’s obsessed with you but doesn’t outwardly show it

• gives you lots of rules

• some you didn’t even know were rules until he gets mad

• he likes making you nervous

• likes controlling you

• hates when you don’t listen

• will suddenly yell in your face.

• threatens you with violence but won’t actually do it

• but then be calm and want to cuddle

“Sweetheart… what are you doing?”

“Did I say you were allowed to talk to her?”

“Bad girl!!”

“Sit down!”

“C’mon baby, let’s go lay down and watch movies ☺️”

Jeongin

Manipulative

Jeongin knows he’s cute. He knows you find him adorable. So he uses that to his advantage. He’ll get you to do anything he wants.

• He would prevent you from going to see family or friends by coincidentally getting hurt

• Your baby is in pain! You must help him!

• constantly injures him actually

• will do anything for your attention

• Says your friend is mean to him. Of course you believe him! Maybe she’s jealous. No need to see her anymore.

“Noona! Where are you going? My stomach hurts. I think I’m sick.”

“I missed you all day. Why don’t you spend time with me?”

“I didn’t mean it, noona! I’m sorry!” 🥺

[kittysarchive]

Stray kids Master list

CHAN

snow, yan size kink, yan cuffed Beneath the blankets sex positions punishments, yan pregnancy, yan Step dad possessive

LEE KNOW

love language, yan desire step dad age gap

CHANGBIN

mine

HYUNJIN

Valentines

HAN

Homesick riding

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

corruption

JEONGIN

you dirty girl

0T8

choking kink, yan threesome (han and felix) guide to sugar daddys hate sex cockwarming what they say during sex how they say I love you arguments, yan step bro/step dad asking for nudes, hyung line

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Nightmare has yet to come

Genre: Angst, a bit fluff, smut

Pairing: Yandere Han Jisung x reader

Word count: 1622

Summary: Your boyfriend saves you... but was it really a good choice?

Warning: Yandere themes, abuse, cursing, killing, sexual themes, self-harm

Original Date: 10 April , 2020

You sat in your bedroom, hearing your mom and her boyfriend doing it again in the living room. In disgust, you put your headphones on, with every moan you hear the sound of the music went louder. You sat at your desk, trying to learn at least a bit of history for your exam tomorrow. 

Around midnight the moans finally stopped, by now you were laying on the bed. Enable to sleep, so you kept on tossing and turning until the sun started to rise.

You got out of bed after hearing your alarm going off, feeling extremely tired you walked to the bathroom to get ready for the last day of the exams. Downstairs it was quiet so you grabbed some breakfast and your history book, to read it a few times until the exam.  Another alarm brought you back to the world. “Time to go.” You let out a breath and grab the needed thing and went to school.

You and Jisung, your boyfriend walked back home after the exam. Jisung holds your hand. “Are you sure you want to go home? You can stay at mine for a while?” You smiled at him. “I have to go home, otherwise I would get into big trouble with my mom. The two of you stopped in front of your house. “I’ll text you.” You mumbled giving him a kiss on the lips while letting go of his hand to go into the house. 

When you walked into the house you saw your mom sitting on the couch. “Where were you, you brat. You have one fucking job to do.” You kept calm and walked towards the kitchen. “I had my last exam. I’ll clean the house today okay?” Your mom huffs, clearly annoyed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going out tonight. But John is going to be here.” You rolled your eyes, of course, her boyfriend would be here. He’s either working or here drinking and having sex with mom while he also has his own home. You were pretty sure that his place was more of an animal stall then a house. Cause if it wasn’t for you cleaning the house, that would have been what your house also would look like.

You started cleaning the dishes from yesterday and then went busy with the kitchen. Your mom decided to walk into the kitchen, started to complain about the smallest things you didn’t clean right. “Those plates aren’t clean? You are such a disgrace for this family, can’t even clean. No wonder if you end up alone. Nobody wants to marry a worthless girl.” She started to yell and raising her hand to slap you. “I’ll make sure that John is going to look at how you clean, and makes sure you actually do it. Cause by tonight this house is clean otherwise you know the consequences.” 

By the time she was done with the physical and mental abuse, you sat down on the kitchen floor, thinking about calling Jisung and if you could stay with him. But in the long term, it would be no use since you had to go back eventually.

After hours of cleaning and hear John yell at you from time to time, you were finally done. John stood behind you as a creep. “You know, now that’s your mom's gone, maybe we could have a bit of fun.” He put his hands on your shoulders and started rubbing them. “I’m sure you’ll feel great, tight around my cock.” You quickly moved out of his grasp and ran to your room as he followed you. You slammed your bedroom door in his face and put stuff in front of it so he could open it without moving stuff. 

You felt beyond scared as you grabbed a bag and put the necessary stuff in there, such as underwear phones and a few other things. It was clear that John wanted to get in as you heard some of the stuff in front of the door move. Now you were praying that you were quick enough to get out of the house. You opened your window and threw your bag out, before climbing out yourself.

When you look up you saw John looking down at you from the window. “Come back my little butterfly.” You stood there for a second before it started raining. You decided to run and never come back.

Without thinking you ran to the one place you knew you would feel safe. Han Jisung. You knocked on the door, and within seconds the door opened. “Y/n? Come in, what happened?” He looks up and down at you and grabs your bag, he looks in it. “Why don’t you take a shower first, you can wear some of my clothes if you want.” Jisung gives you a kiss on the head and leaves you to get a shower. While you showered, Jisung was peeking through the door. “All mine, your all mine. You save with me and I’ll make sure of that. I’ll kill the ones who hurt you, I’ll keep you here, so no one else can do your wrong.” Jisung went back into the living room to make a hot beverage for both of you.  You in the meantime were done with showering, you put some underwear on and one of Jisung’s t-shirts and walked to the living-room to see him sitting there on the couch. “Come join me and tell me what happened.” You sat down and moved into Jisung’s arms, finally relaxing. “Sungie... I’m sorry. I know I promised you I would stop hurting myself. But even today, with mom hurting me again and her disgusting boyfriend tried to make a move on me. I couldn’t help it... I know I promised.”  Jisung shushed you. “Don’t, I still love you and I don’t blame you.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab the first-aid kit. “Let bandage it, okay. Stay here with me, I do not let you go back there.” You just nodded holding your arm out, while Jisung cleaned the arm and put a bandage around it. “How about a movie and then to bed.” You just nod already feeling a bit tired. “As the Gods Will? You promised to watch that  horror movie with me.” Jisung smiles. “Sure.” The both of you were cuddling as you were watching the movie. You couldn’t help but fall asleep, save withing Jisung’s arms, the warmth radiating from his body, and of course of the sleepless nights. Jisung noticed this and kissed your head. “Sleep well love, by tomorrow no one ever going to hurt you again.” He pulls your body up and lies it in his bed. 

Jisung was dressed in all black and stood in front of your house. With a smile on his face and a knife in his hands, he walked to the house, thunder was heard in the distance as the rain fell down.

Since he sneaked in a lot of times, he knew exactly how to get in without anybody noticing as he went in through the open bedroom window. He could hear moans coming from downstairs. “Luckily that bitch is now gone. Worthless one.” the male moaned as the female voice laughed. “Maybe I should have sold her, at least I would have made some money then.”

Jisung walked downstairs and stood in front of the couple. “You hurt my baby, MY BABY!” Jisung screamed smiling as he stabbed the male, killing him instants. The woman under him screamed in horror as Jisung sliced her throat. 

Jisung left the house after he killed those people and went back to his apartment. He quickly threw the bloody knife in the sink and let it soak in water as he changed his clothes.  After he cleaned the knife and put it back where it belonged, Jisung walks into the bedroom and pulls you in his arms, accidentally waking you up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Jisung's hands stroke your hip for the last few minutes. “I want you.” He mumbles as he kissed you, his other hand roaming under the shirt you wear before he removes it. You went into a submissive mode and let Jisung do whatever he wanted. Rather quickly both of your clothes laying on a pile somewhere in his bedroom.

Jisung was now hovering over you with a smile. Slowly entering, but stopped when he was fully inside, letting you adjust his size. “Sung, you can move.” Jisung started moving his hips in a slow movement. “God your so tight for me. I love being inside of you.” his movement went faster with each thunder heard from outside. Claiming you have his, and his only. You in the meantime were holding onto Jisung’s shoulders as he slams his cock back into you.”You take me so well as if you were made for me.” He whispered as you moaned again.

“Sung, I’m...” Jisung quickly shuts you up by kissing you. “Come when you want. I’m close to you.” You got the feeling Jisung went even faster than before, you were screaming at this point, seeing stars when you came. Jisung’s came a few minutes after you and pulls out. 

“You look so good right now, clearly being fucked out and my cum dripping from your hole.” You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. “Sleep my love, I can see you need it.” Jisung lies behind you in a spooning position and you quickly fell asleep, not knowing that yesterday was the last day you be able to be outside ever again.

“Your mine and always be mine.” Jisung smirks as he saw you sleep.

“Now you’re finally mine and mine alone.”

[kymimi]

Iced Charmer Chapter 1

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In a world where Stray Kids and ATEEZ are two well known Mafia gangs. Y/N Bang is a part of both. Bang Chan's (who is the leader of Stray Kids) younger sibling, dating Hongjoong (the yandere leader of ATEEZ). Already the glue that keeps the two from full on wars between each other, what happens when forces unforeseen cause the two to team up. What will this entail for our dear Y/N?

Warnings: mention of dicks getting cut off and mention of death

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Being a part of two well know Mafia groups was often filled with seeing a lot of death, but you've used to it. After all you did grow up in one of them. The Princess of Stray Kids Mafia is one of your many nicknames. You've lost count on how many nicknames you've gained throughout the years, not like you were trying to keep track of them.

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You stand behind Hongjoong watching as Yeosang proceeds to torture information out of their victim as Hongjoong asks the target questions.

You click your tongue annoyed 'you would think he would have spilled everything by now'

Honestly the mission was to just butter up the target enough to find the documents, but the poor bastard decided to try and put his hands on you, and Hongjoong doesn't like it when others touch you.

Hongjoong chuckles as he turns to look at you 'is my baby getting bored? We should be done soon' turns to look back at the target before smiling 'you know if you didn't decide to put your disgusting hands on them you would still be alive after this' pauses for a second before smirking 'Yeosang why don't you cut off his dick as punishment' his smirk grows wider seeing the victim's eyes widen at Hongjoong's command, but the stubborn bastard still refuses to tell them where the vault is hidden.

Hongjoong continues smirking as Yeosang proceeds to take off the target's pants and ready his scalpels 'baby why don't you look around the office to see if anything catches your eyes' he says to you since he would hate for you to see anyone else's dick besides his own.

Hearing this you nod, quickly looking away to see if there is anything of interest to you in the office, which is when you see a book that seems out of place on a dusty bookshelf, as you get closer you can hear the victim start screaming as Yeosang starts cutting into the man's dick. 'Bingo' you think to your self as you pull the book forward causing a secret room next to the bookshelf open.

Hongjoong turns his head towards your direction and smiles widely seeing what you found. 'To think the vault was in this room all along, good job baby!' turns to look at Yeosang 'after you finish cutting his dick off kill him' he commands before following you into the vault

Both you and Hongjoong look around the room at the various valuables and documents strewn about the room. 'feel free to take anything that catches your eyes' he says to you before looking for the documents that were the target from the beginning.

You're already looking around when Hongjoong says that you can take anything you want. Only one thing ends up catching your eyes a necklace with a blue diamond as the center piece, which sparkles so much it looks like it's a snapshot of the starry night sky. 'So beautiful' you whisper outloud as you carefully grab the necklace.

Hongjoong finds the documents he was looking for and looks up seeing you looking down at the necklace and earrings set that you are holding and walks over to you. 'blue diamond necklace, what a good find. It would definitely suit you well, here let me' he swiftly and gently grab the necklace and earrings from your hands before gently brushing your hair out of the way so he can put it on you.

As Hongjoong puts the necklace on you gently brush your fingers against the stone in the necklace, a soft smile is seen adorned on your face.

After he puts the necklace on you he leaves a gentle kiss to your neck. 'god you're so beautiful, that this necklace doesn't even compare to your beauty' he purrs out in a whisper with his lips against your neck 'i could practically eat you up right here and now'

You giggle softly you're smile a more wider as a shade of pink dusts your cheeks. 'You're such a tease'

Hongjoong pulls away from your neck before responding 'only for you' offers you his arm his other arm holding the documents 'now then shall we go home?'

You nod wrapping your arm in Hongjoong's before you both leave the room. The victim's body laying lifeless in the chair he was being tortured in.

Yeosang wipes off his tools before putting them away following you and Hongjoong to the car where Yunho is waiting to drive you all home.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter of my Mafia ATEEZ fanfic! It's been a bit since I've wrote a fanfic series. So I hope you all enjoy this series! More chapters are to come! Let me know your thoughts on the first chapter and also let me know if you want me to add you! to the tag list for this series!

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Tag list: @arilevenatz

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My fanfiction in no way reflects Stray Kids and Ateez. They are their own people.

[tinytinyblogs]

Okay hear me out can I request yandere skz whose darling hates/refuses to even look at them and says mean things to the boys in order to get them to leave her alone but it has the opposite effect

Are you defying me, darling?

The more you distance yourself, the closer they might become. Take it slow if you're unsure.

⚠️ yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, and a lot more⚠️

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Thanks for your patience! Things have been a bit hectic lately, and I apologize for the delay. Here's the reaction post you requested, as promised. Let me know if you have any feedback or if there's anything I can improve on.

stray kids masterlist

Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

Chan

Chan, your sunshine, your anchor – the very picture of gentleness. He opens doors with a smile, treats you like royalty, and knows exactly how to make you laugh. Yet, a knot of apprehension coils in your stomach because for all his sweetness, there's a line you never want him to cross. The air hangs heavy. You haven't spoken in what feels like hours, the silence a suffocating blanket. It started with a simple plea, a desperate need for some space, some time to breathe without the constant hum of his presence. The words tumbled out, harsh and ragged. "Can you just leave me alone, damn it?" The change in Chan is instantaneous. His smile vanishes, replaced by a coldness that sends shivers down your spine. A heavy silence descends, thick and suffocating. You steal a glance at him, and your heart plummets. His eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, are now narrowed lasers, fixated on you. The air crackles with a tension you've never witnessed before. Then, a deceptively calm voice breaks the silence. "What did you just say, sweetheart?" he asks, the endearment sounding foreign in this new context. It's clear he doesn't like what he heard, and a flicker of fear ignites in your chest.

You shrink back, your voice barely a whisper as you repeat, "I... I just want to be alone, Chan." But the damage is done. With a slow, deliberate movement, Chan closes the distance. He towers over you, his form an imposing shadow. He crouches down, invading your personal space, and gently, but firmly, cups your chin with his hand. You wince as his nails dig slightly into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's calm, almost too calm, and that terrifies you more than any outburst. His eyes hold you captive, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "I may love you," he continues, his words laced with a dangerous undercurrent, "but disrespect won't be tolerated. Remember that." Seeing the tear, a flicker of something crossed Chan's face – maybe regret, maybe anger. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Tears won't work this time," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He reached out, a single finger brushing against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You will explain yourself," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "And you will understand exactly why you don't get to ask for space from me."

Minho

Minho wasn't like other guys. He didn't crave grand gestures or whispered sweet nothings. No, Minho thrived on the spark in your eyes when he sent shivers down your spine with a surprise tickle or a whispered threat that danced on the edge of plausibility. The way you flustered, the stammer that replaced your usual sharp retorts when he'd corner you with a teasing question – that was his fuel. So, when you finally snapped, a glorious eruption after weeks of his calculated torment, a thrill snaked through him, cold and exhilarating. "Get away from me, don't touch me, you jerk!" you shouted, cheeks flushed a furious red. He'd expected the usual splutter of insults, a well-placed punch maybe, but this raw defiance, this unfamiliar vulnerability – it was intoxicating. Minho's smirk wasn't playful this time. It was a slow, deliberate twist of his lips, a predator recognizing a challenge in its prey. You wanted him gone? Perfect. He'd become your shadow, a constant reminder of the delicious chaos he reveled in unleashing. The way your breath hitched when he brushed past a little too close, the flinch you couldn't quite suppress when he materialized at your locker – oh, he'd savor every startled reaction, every muttered curse under your breath.

Perhaps you didn't understand him, and maybe that was part of the allure. Minho was an enigma, a puzzle only he held the key to. But that didn't matter. He thrived on the chase, on the unpredictable rhythm your dynamic had taken. Your pain, a byproduct of his gamesmanship, was a mere footnote – the price you paid for defying him. "Feeling spicy today, aren't we?" he drawled, his voice low and gravelly. He stopped directly in front of you, his face mere inches away. "Seems like somebody needs a reminder of who's in charge," he continued, his smirk widening. A single finger brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You wanted to fight back, to spit out a retort, but the words wouldn't come. The fear was a thick fog clouding your thoughts. Minho seemed to revel in your silence. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper but filled with chilling promise. "We have plenty of time for you to learn your lesson." The enclosed space became a prison, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering tension. You knew this wasn't a game anymore. This was Minho asserting his dominance, and you were the unwilling participant in his twisted play.

Changbin

You clench your fists, heart hammering against your ribs. "Damn you," you growl, the words tasting metallic on your tongue, "don't come any closer, jerk!" Changbin's laugh echoes in the confined space. It's a sound you've never heard before, devoid of its usual teasing lilt and replaced with something darker, hungrier. This new side of him sends a shiver down your spine, both terrifying and...exciting? The thought is fleeting, pushed aside by the urgency of the situation. He ignores your protest, a predatory glint in his eyes. Each step he takes is a deliberate invasion of your personal space, until your back is pressed flush against the wall, trapped. His hands snake around you, pinning you against the cool surface. It feels like the room has shrunk, the air itself thick with unspoken tension. "So what, huh?" he taunts, leaning in so close his warm breath tickles your ear. "I can do whatever I want." His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's as if this sudden resistance has ignited a fire within him, a twisted competition to break you, to own you completely. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, a game suddenly unfolding before you. One he intends to win.

Shame burned through you, hot and acrid. You hated yourself for the traitorous flicker of excitement that had dared to ignite within you. Changbin's dark eyes, usually lit with playful mischief, were now narrowed with predatory intent. The possessiveness that radiated from him was suffocating. "This isn't a game, Changbin," you spat, your voice shaking but defiant. You met his gaze head-on, refusing to show fear. "Don't you dare turn this into some twisted dominance act." A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a slow, dangerous smile. "Dominance act?" he echoed, his voice low and silken. His thumbs brushed across your wrists, sending a jolt through you. "Perhaps," he continued, leaning in further, his breath hot against your cheek. "Or maybe it's just a reminder of who calls the shots here, sweetheart." His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something you couldn't decipher passing through his eyes. Then, with a sigh that seemed to shake the very room, he released you. You stumbled back a step, breathing heavily, the air suddenly feeling thin. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his voice back to its usual drawl, though a hint of darkness lingered. "Maybe we need a different kind of reminder." He took a step back, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. "A reminder of the consequences of defying me."

Hyunjin

Your outburst, a tirade fueled by pent-up frustration and veiled truths, had frozen Hyunjin. He stood there, a statue carved from confusion and a flicker of something darker. You spat out the final words, "Just get out! Leave me alone you jerk!" expecting a fight, an apology, anything but the unsettling silence that followed. He left, the quiet deafening and thick with unspoken threats. But the absence wasn't a reprieve. It was a predator stalking its prey. Every creak of the floorboards sent your pulse racing, every shadow a potential monster. Sleep was a distant memory replaced by a hypervigilance that left you drained. The bed felt vast and empty, the once comforting weight of Hyunjin beside you a chilling reminder of what you'd lost. Days blurred. The air crackled with a tension so thick you choked on it. Then, one evening, just as the remnants of hope started to flicker, Hyunjin reappeared. He wasn't the playful boy you knew. His eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, were now steely and focused. They scanned the room, lingering on you, assessing. Silence stretched, broken only by the shallow rasp of your own breath. "So," he finally spoke, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, "you want to be alone, do you?" It wasn't a question.

It was a challenge, a test to gauge your sincerity. You opened your mouth to apologize, to plead, but the words wouldn't come. The fear had lodged itself in your throat, a physical weight hindering any attempt at defiance. A slow, predatory smile spread across Hyunjin's face. "There are consequences for everything," he said, each word dripping with a chilling possessiveness. "Especially disrespect." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You wanted to scream, to fight back against the oppressive atmosphere, but the fear kept you rooted to the spot. "I… I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. Hyunjin stopped in front of you, his face inches away. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making it difficult to breathe. "Sorry isn't enough," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will understand, one way or another, how much respect I deserve." He reached out, a single finger tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. "We don't need space," he murmured, his voice a chilling caress. "We need understanding. And you," he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, "will learn exactly what that means." He wasn't angry, exactly. He was calculating, methodical, a predator who had finally cornered his prey.