#karina yandere

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Birthday Bash

Yandere Karina x Male Reader

woohoo, first actual sfw fic.

Word Count:1572

The room was dark.

Too dark.

Like always.

You woke up, hands firmly locked against the pipe on the floor, body laying against the hard concrete floor save for a tiny sheet and a singular pillow. You couldn't see, sat in the void all alone.

You didn't know if you'd rather be alone or with her, your captor, the one who controlled you. Claiming grandiose delusions of love, trapping you in this room for your own safety.

Escaping was an impossibility like this, perhaps that's why she did it. Make you know it was hopeless, keep you in the worst conditions possible and they could never leave.

Bread and circus's only work for the masses after all.

The smell was just bad enough to be unable to block out, an ever lingering torment that wasnt going to cease.

Time was completely gone.

Your life was entirely gone.

A creaking door sounded out, gulping down saliva as she walked down the steps. The light was stinging, tears welled up in the crevices of your eyes.

She appeared in front of you, that familiar look. That fucking look. Her smile was curved, eyes soft and pointed. It was all a ruse. Her outfit was monochromatic, all black as it attempted to blend into the surroundings.

"Morning baby, what do you want for breakfast today?" She asked, voice soft. Full of sucrose and sickly. Her knees dropping down to face you.

"Nothing." You said, voice sharp.

Karina's hand grabbed your chin, harsh enough to send a warning. Her head tilted slightly aswell, eyes furrowing just a bit. The soap on her hand being the only pleasant scent in this entire room.

"Such a fighter, but I guess that's what made me fall in love with you." She said, taking a deep breath.

"But, I was hoping you'd break by now. So I could be showering you in gifts, love, affection. Why are you being so difficult Y/N?" The question made you think for a second, filling you with an anger that threatened to blow up and consume you whole.

"Difficult?! I'm the one that's difficult? You ruined my fucking life Karina, trapping me here. Pulling me from my job, my school and my family all because I rejected you?! Fucking psychopath! I will-" Her hand clamped down onto your face, the rest of the words falling on deaf ears as they fell away in a dying whisper.

"Ah, well. That quite hurts Y/N, I thought you'd see the positives of this by now. Anyways, happy birthday. Think about your actions and maybe we can celebrate, no breakfast for you." Before you could object she disappeared, leaving you alone.

In the dark.

With just your own thoughts.

Again.

Birthday? How long has it been? If only you remembered when she whisked you away. Then you could piece it together, the presence of the handcuff felt stronger now. Like a physical representation of all the time lost, you couldn't give in.

-

The ever clawing hunger was all that you could focus on, waiting for Karina's inevitable return. And you wouldn't have to wait long.

The light returned, the demon returned. She looked a bit happier now, a pop in her step as she stood in front of you.

"Wanna be better for me now? I have a day prepared for us, you can leave the basement for the first time in so long. You want that right?" Those words, god they sounded good. Too good.

You couldn't give in, it'd be an insult to everyone you lost.

"No. Go to hell Karina." You growled, she was lucky you were restrained. Or was she? You haven't been able to work out or lift a muscle in months, she'd absolutely win.

"Come on, it'd be so fun sweetie." She tried to reason with you.

"No." You replied quickly.

"Fucking hell. I just want to celebrate my boyfriends birthday, but you want to be difficult. Tell you what, you can stay here and be defiant. But trust me, you will regret it." The words sent a shiver down the back of your spine, the tone she said it in so sweet compared to the words.

"I'm not going to regret shit." You yelled back.

"Sure?" She tested you, crouched down right next to you. Inches away, gazing holes into your eyes. Each syllable thick with amusement.

"Sure." You spat back.

"Well, I guess I just gotta take a visit to your parents. Maybe with a knife?" The words made you shiver, heart pounding. She started to walk away.

"Wait!" You yelled out, she didn't stop moving.

"No! Karina come back!" She still didn't stop.

"Karina please I'll do anything! Just leave my family alone!" She stopped.

"Anything? So you'll come with me?" Her mood shifted at once, smile returning.

"Yes! Just.. Don't hurt them." You sighed, calming down slightly. The resentment you grew harsher, hatred going deeper.

"Awee! Thank you, wish I didn't have to threaten you. But I'm happy either way, let's get you showered and ready."

-

Karina forced you into her arms, perfume filling your nose. Sat on her couch, present in your hands. You shuddered at the prospect of opening it she was so unpredictable. Your escape was inches away, but somehow it felt unreachable.

The room was super decorated, multi-coloured balloons pressed against the roof. Red tinsel laid neatly wrapped across every surface, a pile of presents rested on the ground. It all felt like a cruel mockery, everything your friends would have done.

What were your friends doing? The thought crossed your mind countless times, did they miss you? That was the only thing keeping you sane.

"Open it, you'll really like it." Her hand rubbed your hair, raking through it with a soft obsession.

Your hands gripped onto the decorated paper, tearing it open as you revealed the gift. A TV remote? The device laid in your hands, a reminder of the world before.

"I was thinking, if you be nice. I'll let you have everything in the world, starting with this." She whispered into your ear.

You didn't know how to respond. The fear of your family's safety lingering on the forefront of your mind, but you aren't property to be owned.

"I, can't." You said quietly.

Her nails dug into your arms, warning you to be careful of your next words.

"Stop thinking of your friends, I hate how much of your head they take up! I'll get rid of them if I must." She was once again angry.

Her threats started to make you worried, she was completely insane.

The rest of the birthday was tense, but you survived just about.

-

Karina was asleep next to you, eyes closed softly. She gave you the "luxury" of sleeping in her bed instead of the basement, was this a test? Either way there was no time to look a gift horse in the mouth.

You slipped out of her bed, placing a pillow into her arms. Each step felt terrifying, quiet taps against the carpet. Taking deep breaths, composing yourself.

Escaping was imminent, your friends were going to be so excited to see you. Your mother is going to tear up, Karina wasn't going to have a vice on you anymore.

The thought made you smile.

Your heart pounded.

The bedroom door was open.

Karina was asleep.

You had to go, now.

Your mind raced as you took steps down the stairs, each one careful and calculated. Touching the floor. Three steps from the door, three steps from freedom.

Your hand reached the handle, there was several locks. Trying to figure them out, grabbing the key and twisting the first one.

Then the hatch lock, and finally a... Keypad? Uh oh.

"Honey? Get away from the door." She called, stepping down slowly.

Your heart pounded, this couldn't end like this.

Your hand fumbled with the keypad, you had to guess. Your birthday?

The terminal went green and the door unlocked. The sight filled you with primal dread, countless acres of trees in front of you. Only trees.

"Fuck." You muttered, taking off.

You ran, Karina was right behind you. Sounds of two footsteps could be heard throughout the night, echoing against every leaf that hung around you.

"HONEY! IF YOU TURN AROUND I WON'T HURT YOU!" She shouted, that had to be a lie.

Your breath started to quicken, muscles starting to burn, the months of solitude had taken any ounce of sportiness.

Karina tackled you, a loud thud rung out. Head banging into the mud with a painful yelp.

She was on top of you, knife pointed at your neck. A sadistic smile on her face that was illuminated by the moonlight.

"Got ya! Why would you try to run?" Her voice was unstable, shaky, insane.

You spoke slowly, scared stiff. "Get off me!"

"No no no, how about this. I bring you back, you play along. And we can pretend this didn't happen?" She was lying.

You spat on her.

"Oh, wrong choice." You had no time to react, knife plunging into your leg. The pain was agonizing, excruciating, you moaned out in agony.

"FUCK! CRAZY!" You screamed, she slapped you harshly.

"You are mine, forever Y/N." She grabbed your ankle, dragging your face against the mud. Scratching your face on loose rocks and twigs.

You passed out from the pain, she won this battle.

You were hers.

[chrissssssmut]

BOUNDED

Yandere Karina, Hanni, Danielle, Wonyoung, Liz, Chaewon and Yunjin x Male Reader

*SORRY I FINISHED THIS STORY WAY TOO FAST HAHAHAH but here enjoy!🙏*

You had never imagined your life would turn into something out of a K-drama. After your dad remarried, you suddenly found yourself with seven new stepsisters—each one impossibly beautiful and somehow way out of your league in terms of charm and charisma. At first, the arrangement was simple enough: they ignored you, rolling their eyes or tossing sharp remarks whenever you tried to bond with them. To them, you were just some awkward, out-of-place stepbrother who didn’t belong in their picture-perfect world.

“Don’t touch my stuff, oppa,” Wonyoung had said within the first week, drawing an invisible line around her side of the house.

“Do you even know how to use a dishwasher?” Hanni had teased one evening, earning giggles from Danielle and Liz.

Even Karina, the most composed of the group, had given you cold, detached stares whenever you tried to strike up a conversation.

It was fine. You figured they needed time to adjust, and honestly, so did you. Life went on, and you kept your head low, avoiding their world of glittering social events, designer wardrobes, and seemingly endless selfies.

But things changed when you grew up.

You weren’t the same awkward teen anymore. College life molded you into someone more confident, someone who knew how to dress well, speak up, and draw attention without even trying. Suddenly, your step sisters weren’t just tolerating you—they were noticing you.

It started with small, innocent gestures.

“Oppa, I made extra coffee. Want some?” Yunjin smiled one morning, sliding a cup toward you.

“You’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Chaewon commented one day, casually brushing past you in the hallway. “You look… different.”

Hanni started asking for your opinion on her outfits. Danielle insisted you join their movie nights. Wonyoung, who used to act like you didn’t exist, began hovering around you during family dinners, peppering you with questions about your day.

It felt harmless at first, even flattering. But soon, things began to escalate.

The Turning Point

You were excited for your first real date with a girl from your university. Her name was Mina—sweet, down-to-earth, and refreshingly normal compared to the chaos at home. But when you mentioned her name over dinner, the air in the dining room shifted.

“Who’s Mina?” Karina asked, her voice sharp despite her calm demeanor.

“She’s just a friend,” you replied casually, sensing the sudden tension.

“A friend?” Wonyoung repeated, her fork clinking against her plate. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”

“She’s not that important,” you said, trying to brush it off.

The next morning, Mina canceled on you.

“I’m so sorry,” she texted. “Something came up. Let’s reschedule?”

You were disappointed but didn’t think much of it—until you noticed Chaewon smirking at you from across the living room later that day.

“Plans didn’t work out?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Something about the way she said it made your stomach twist.

The more you tried to explore your social life, the tighter their grip became.

When you mentioned studying late at the library, Danielle would suddenly “accidentally” spill water on your laptop. “Oops, oppa! I guess you’ll have to stay home and fix that.”

When you came home with a new phone, Liz snatched it from your hands, scrolling through your messages before handing it back with a tight smile. “Just making sure you’re not texting anyone shady.”

And when you decided to crash at a friend’s place for the weekend, Yunjin and Chaewon appeared at your door that night, claiming they “missed you too much to stay apart.”

Every time you tried to push back, they found a way to pull you closer.

It wasn’t until Karina set the new house rules that things turned truly sinister.

“Oppa, it’s for your own good,” she said, her tone soft but unyielding. “You’re too naive. The world outside is dangerous.”

Before you could argue, Wonyoung locked the front door. The key disappeared after that.

Thrilling Descent

The days blurred together in a twisted routine. You weren’t allowed to leave the house, and your phone was constantly “misplaced.” Any attempt to escape or call for help was met with swift punishment.

“Why don’t you trust us?” Hanni whispered one night, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she blocked the hallway. “We only want to protect you.”

Whenever you refused to comply, they’d gang up on you. “If you’re going to be stubborn, oppa, we’ll have to keep a closer eye on you,” Liz said, leading you back to your room and locking the door behind you.

Their sweet smiles masked something darker—a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

An Attempt

One night, you found a chance to snuck out—a window left unlocked, a moment of freedom within reach. You climbed out, your heart pounding as you sprinted into the night.

But before you could reach the gate, Karina stepped out of the shadows, a sinister grin attached to her face.

“Oppa,” she said, her voice calm yet chilling. “Did you really think you could leave us?”

Behind her, the others emerged one by one, their faces shadowed but their intentions clear.

“You’re ours,” Wonyoung whispered, stepping closer. “And we’ll never let you out of our sight, brother.”

The night after Karina and the others caught you trying to sneak out, they didn’t say a word. They didn’t yell, they didn’t cry. Instead, they simply guided you back to the house, their eerie calmness unsettling. Karina spoke softly as she locked the door behind you.

“I hope you learned your lesson, oppa. We don’t want to hurt you. But if you push us, we’ll have no choice.”

Your heart pounded as you stood there, drenched and trapped. You knew you had to tell your dad. He’d understand, right? He had to.

The next morning, you managed to get him alone in his office before he left for yet another business trip.

“Dad, I need to talk to you,” you started, your voice trembling.

He looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, son? You look stressed.”

“It’s about… them. My stepsisters. They’ve been acting really strange. They’re controlling everything I do—they won’t let me leave the house. Last night, they even—”

Your dad sighed, cutting you off. “I know they can be a little overbearing, but they’re just being protective. They’re girls, you know? They worry about you.”

“Dad, it’s not normal. They—”

“Listen,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m proud of you for being mature about this. They’ve had a tough time adjusting, too. Give it time. And if it gets too much, just talk to them directly, okay? You’re all family now.”

You stared at him in disbelief, your stomach sinking. “Dad, you don’t understand—”

“I have to catch my flight,” he said, brushing past you. “We’ll talk when I get back. Be good to your sisters, alright? I love you, son.”

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the silence.

Your dad’s absence wasn’t unusual. His work took him overseas for months at a time, and your mom—always tied up in her own international projects—was equally distant. It left you entirely at the mercy of your stepsisters, who wasted no time tightening their grip.

“Did you tell Dad?” Hanni asked innocently later that day, sitting cross-legged on the couch with Danielle.

The way she looked at you—head tilted, smile too sweet—sent a chill down your spine.

“Of course he did,” Chaewon said from the kitchen, her voice light but laced with menace. “Not that it matters. Right, oppa?”

You clenched your fists, refusing to meet their eyes.

A New Plan

Desperation clawed at you as the days dragged on. Your phone was still missing, and every attempt to sneak out was thwarted before it even began. It was as if they always knew what you were planning.

One night, you overheard Karina and Yunjin talking in hushed voices near the stairs.

“He’s been quieter lately,” Karina said. “Good. He’s learning.”

“Still,” Yunjin replied, “we can’t let our guard down. He’s stubborn.”

You realized then that the only way to escape was to outsmart them—to make them think you’d given up.

For the next week, you played along.

You smiled when Wonyoung asked you to help her with her makeup routine, even letting her brush against your arm a little too much.

You joined Danielle and Hanni for movie nights, laughing at their jokes and pretending not to notice how they pressed themselves against you on the couch.

When Liz asked you to cook dinner with her, you obliged, biting back your frustration as she leaned over your shoulder, her hand brushing yours.

“You’re being so good lately, oppa,” Chaewon remarked one evening, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I like it.”

You forced a laugh. “Maybe I’m finally getting used to this family thing.”

Your chance came late one night when you spotted Yunjin leaving her room, keys dangling from her hand. She’d been careless, leaving her door ajar as she went downstairs.

Heart racing, you slipped inside her room and began searching. It didn’t take long to find what you were looking for: your phone, tucked away in her nightstand.

You grabbed it, your fingers shaking as you powered it on. A flood of notifications popped up—missed calls from friends, messages from Mina, and even emails from your professors wondering why you hadn’t shown up to class.

But before you could call for help, the door creaked open behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing, oppa?” Yunjin’s voice was soft, but the anger in her eyes was unmistakable.

You froze, clutching the phone tightly. “I… I just wanted to check something.”

She stepped closer, her expression darkening. “You’re lying.”

Before you could react, the others appeared behind her, one by one, their faces shadowed but their presence overwhelming.

“Oppa,” Karina said, her tone calm but cold. “We trusted you. And this is how you repay us?”

Wonyoung shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears. “Why would you do this to us?”

“I just wanted—”

“You don’t need anything outside of us,” Liz interrupted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Yunjin snatched the phone from your hand, tossing it to the floor. It shattered on impact, the sound echoing through the room.

“Enough,” Karina said, stepping forward. “It seems you still haven’t learned.”

A Dangerous Game

They didn’t lock you in your room this time. Instead, they kept you close, always watching, always near.

When you tried to retreat to the bathroom, Danielle stood outside the door, humming softly.

When you went to bed, Wonyoung insisted on sleeping in your room, claiming she “had nightmares.”

Everywhere you turned, one of them was there, their sweet smiles masking something darker.

“You’ll see, oppa,” Chaewon whispered one night as she tucked the blanket around you, her fingers lingering on your arm. “We’re all you’ll ever need.”

The realization hit you like a tidal wave: there was no escaping them. Not while you were under this roof.

But you weren’t giving up.

Not yet.

The days turned into weeks, and you quickly learned that resistance only made things worse. The sisters weren’t just possessive—they were meticulous, calculating every move you made as if it were a game of chess. You were the pawn, and they were the queens, slowly closing in on you.

“You don’t need anyone else,” Hanni whispered one evening, brushing a lock of hair away from your face as you sat trapped on the couch. Danielle was curled up beside you, her head resting on your shoulder.

“We’re all you’ll ever need, oppa,” Danielle added, her voice a soft melody that sent chills down your spine.

They controlled every aspect of your life now. Your meals were prepared by them, your wardrobe was chosen by them, and your free time was spent under their watchful eyes. Any attempt to rebel was met with swift punishment.

One night, you tried breaking a window to escape, but before you could climb out, Karina and Yunjin dragged you back into the house, their strength surprising.

“We warned you, oppa,” Karina said, her voice icy. “You’re ours. Why can’t you just accept that?”

Yunjin smirked, holding up the shards of broken glass. “If you’re going to act like a child, we’ll have to treat you like one.”

They locked you in your room for three days after that, only letting you out when you promised—no, begged—to behave.

Your mental state began to deteriorate. The isolation, the constant surveillance, the manipulation—it was suffocating. You found yourself second-guessing everything, wondering if maybe they were right.

“We’re just trying to protect you, oppa,” Liz said one afternoon as she caressed your hair, her touch oddly soothing. “The outside world is so dangerous. People out there… they don’t love you like we do.”

“Love?” you repeated, your voice hollow.

Wonyoung nodded, her eyes wide and earnest. “Of course we love you. More than anyone else ever could.”

It was in the way they said it—in their unwavering gazes and saccharine smiles—that made you realize just how far they were willing to go.

The Birthday Incident

Your birthday was supposed to be a moment of reprieve, a chance to reconnect with the world outside. Instead, it became the turning point—the moment you truly understood there was no escape.

They threw you a party, decorating the house with balloons and streamers. The dining table was piled high with your favorite foods, and a cake sat in the center, candles flickering.

“Make a wish, oppa!” Danielle chirped, clapping her hands.

As you closed your eyes, you thought of freedom. Of running far, far away from this nightmare.

But when you opened your eyes, the sight before you made your blood run cold.

Your phone was there, fixed and placed neatly beside the cake. For a moment, hope flared in your chest.

“You’re letting me have my phone back?” you asked cautiously.

Karina smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. It’s your special day.”

You grabbed it, your fingers trembling as you powered it on. The screen lit up, and you quickly navigated to your messages.

Only to find them empty.

No calls, no texts, no contacts.

“What… what did you do?” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“We cleaned it up for you,” Yunjin said, leaning casually against the table. “No distractions. Just us.”

Your stomach churned as you looked at them, their smiles widening as realization dawned.

“This isn’t love,” you said, your voice trembling. “This is… this is insane.”

Wonyoung tilted her head, her expression almost pitying. “Oh, oppa. You’ll understand someday.”

From that day on, they tightened their grip even further. The locks on the doors were reinforced. The windows were barred. Every move you made was monitored, every word you spoke carefully scrutinized.

When you tried to rebel, they punished you—not with violence, but with manipulation.

“We’re only doing this because we love you,” Chaewon whispered one night as she held your hand, her grip firm. “Why can’t you see that?”

And when you begged for your freedom, they only smiled.

“You don’t need freedom,” Karina said, her voice soft but unyielding. “You have us.”

The Final Descent

One stormy evening, as thunder rumbled in the distance, you sat in the living room, surrounded by them. They were laughing, talking, acting like everything was normal. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’ve ruined my life,” you said suddenly, your voice cutting through the laughter.

The room fell silent.

“Oppa,” Hanni said softly, her eyes wide. “Why would you say that?”

“You’ve trapped me here,” you continued, your voice rising. “This isn’t a family. This is a prison.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Karina stood, her expression unreadable as she walked over to you.

“Oppa,” she said, crouching down so she was at eye level. “You need to understand something.”

Her hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You belong to us. And we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Whatever it takes.”

The others nodded in unison, their gazes unwavering.

And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and their words echoed in your ears, you realized the truth.

There was no escape…for now..

The storm outside grew more violent, the howling winds rattling the barred windows. As the sisters began retreating to their rooms for the night, you felt the familiar weight of hopelessness settle in your chest. But tonight, something was different. As you stared out the window, lightning briefly illuminated the outside—the gate was ajar. Maybe one of them had forgotten to lock it after bringing in groceries earlier. It was a slim chance, but it was a chance nonetheless.

You waited until the house fell silent, the sisters presumably asleep. Silently, you slipped on your sneakers, heart pounding as you made your way down the creaking staircase. Every sound felt deafening in the stillness, but you couldn’t stop now.

When you reached the door, you froze. The key was still in the lock. A miracle. With shaking hands, you turned it slowly, praying they wouldn’t hear the faint click as the lock disengaged. The moment it did, you pushed the door open and bolted into the storm.

The rain was cold, soaking you instantly as you sprinted down the driveway and toward the open gate. Freedom was within reach. The pounding of your heart drowned out the thunder as you crossed the threshold, stepping into the empty street beyond.

But then, headlights.

You turned just in time to see a car barreling toward you, the driver unable to stop in the rain-slicked road. The impact was sudden and brutal, sending you sprawling onto the pavement. Pain exploded through your body as darkness consumed you.

Waking in a Nightmare

When you finally came to, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes. The beeping of monitors echoed faintly in your ears, and your body felt heavy, restrained by the weight of painkillers and bandages.

“You’re awake,” a soft voice said, and you turned your head to see a nurse standing by your bedside. She smiled kindly, adjusting the IV line in your arm. “You’re lucky. The accident could’ve been much worse.”

For a moment, relief washed over you. You’d escaped. You’d finally gotten away.

“Where am I?” you croaked, your throat dry.

“The city hospital,” the nurse replied. “You’ve been here for a few days. Don’t worry, we’ve been taking good care of you.”

You tried to sit up, but the pain in your ribs forced you back down. “My parents… Did you call them?”

The nurse hesitated, glancing at the clipboard in her hands. “We tried contacting your parents, but they’re both out of the country and couldn’t be reached. So, we contacted the next closest people to you.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“No,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Please tell me you didn’t—”

Before you could finish, the door to your room creaked open. One by one, they walked in—Karina, Wonyoung, Hanni, Chaewon, Yunjin, Danielle, Liz. Their perfect faces were painted with expressions of concern, but there was something sinister lurking beneath their sweet smiles.

“Oppa!” Wonyoung cried, rushing to your bedside. “We were so worried about you!”

“You should’ve told us you were leaving,” Karina said, her tone soft yet reproachful. “We could’ve kept you safe.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Yunjin added, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

You stared at them in disbelief, your heart hammering in your chest. “How… How did you find me?”

“We’re family, oppa,” Chaewon said, sitting on the edge of your bed. “We always know where to find you.”

Danielle leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You scared us, you know. But it’s okay. You’re safe now. And we’re not letting you out of our sight again.”

You looked toward the nurse, desperate for help, but she only smiled. “Your sisters have been here every day, taking care of you. You’re lucky to have such a loving family.”

“No,” you whispered, panic rising. “They’re not my family. They’re—”

Hanni shushed you gently, pressing a finger to your lips. “Shh, oppa. Don’t upset yourself. You need to rest.”

The nurse nodded. “She’s right. You need to focus on recovering. Your sisters will make sure you have everything you need.”

You wanted to scream, to beg the nurse to call the police, but your body betrayed you, too weak to fight back. The sisters crowded closer, their presence suffocating.

Karina leaned in, her hand brushing against yours. “Don’t worry, oppa. We’ll take you home soon. Everything will be just like it was before.”

“No,” you rasped, tears streaming down your face. “Please. Let me go.”

But their smiles only widened.

“You’re ours,” Wonyoung whispered, her voice dripping with possessiveness. “Forever.”

The days that followed were a blur of enforced care. The sisters rarely left your side, taking turns watching over you. Karina handled the paperwork for your discharge, ensuring you’d return home as soon as possible. Hanni and Yunjin fed you, their hands lingering a little too long as they helped you eat. Wonyoung fluffed your pillows, her touch oddly tender, while Danielle played soft music to “help you relax.”

You quickly realized there was no escape. Not here, not in the hospital, and certainly not once they took you back to the house. The accident had sealed your fate, tethering you to them in a way that felt unbreakable.

As they wheeled you out of the hospital on the day of your discharge, you saw the car waiting for you—sleek, black, and ominous. Karina held the door open, her smile as sweet as poison.

“Welcome home, oppa,” she said softly.

The ride home from the hospital felt suffocating. The rain poured down in sheets, blurring the windows of the van Karina had insisted they use to bring you back. You were silent, your leg still throbbing in its cast, while the others chatted in low voices, as if you weren’t even there.

“Don’t worry, oppa,” Wonyoung chirped from the front seat, turning her head to give you a sweet but unsettling smile. “We’ve made some changes to the house. You’ll love it.”

Your stomach twisted at her words. You had been too weak to resist when they insisted on signing you out of the hospital and taking you home. The nurse’s words still rang in your ears:

“They’re your family now, and they seemed so concerned about you. You’re lucky to have them.”

Lucky. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry, as the van pulled into the driveway. The house loomed in the darkness, its windows casting faint, flickering light like the eyes of a predator waiting for its prey.

The moment the van stopped, Chaewon and Danielle were by your side, unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you into the wheelchair. Their hands were gentle, almost too careful, but you could feel the iron grip of their control in every movement.

“Careful, oppa,” Danielle murmured, tucking a blanket around your lap. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself again.”

The door to the house opened, and Yunjin stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the lights inside. “Welcome home,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of finality.

As they wheeled you inside, your breath caught in your throat. The house you remembered was gone. The cozy warmth and modern elegance had been replaced by something much darker. The walls were painted a muted gray, the windows draped with heavy blackout curtains that allowed no glimpse of the outside world.

But it was the dining room that sent a chill down your spine.

The large dining table had been modified—no, transformed. Each chair was outfitted with thick leather straps on the armrests and legs, as well as a wide belt across the backrest. The table itself had been cleared of its usual decorations, leaving only an eerie emptiness that seemed to magnify the oppressive atmosphere.

“What is this?” you croaked, your voice barely audible.

“It’s for your own safety, oppa,” Karina said, stepping in front of you. Her expression was calm, almost soothing, but her eyes betrayed something far more chilling.

“You’re so clumsy,” Wonyoung added with a giggle, her hand brushing against your shoulder as she leaned closer. “We can’t risk you running off and getting hurt again.”

They wheeled you to one of the chairs, and Chaewon knelt beside you, her fingers brushing your cast as she smiled. “See? This way, you’ll always be safe. Always with us.”

Your body tensed as Liz and Hanni began strapping you in, their movements precise and practiced. You tried to resist, but your weakened state made it impossible to fight them off. The straps were snug but not painful, their tightness a cruel reminder of how little freedom you had left.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

“We do, oppa,” Yunjin said from behind you, her tone soft but unyielding. “You don’t understand yet, but you will. We’re all you need.”

Bound Forever

As the final strap was secured, Karina crouched down in front of you, her hands resting lightly on your knees. “This is your home now. There’s nothing out there for you—nothing but pain and loneliness. But here… here you’re loved. Here you’re safe.”

Tears burned in your eyes as the reality of your situation sank in. There would be no more escape attempts, no more fleeting moments of hope. The house had become your prison, and your step sisters were its wardens.

“We’ll take care of you, oppa,” Wonyoung said, her voice almost a whisper as she kissed your cheek.

“Forever,” Chaewon added, her fingers brushing against your hair.

As they stood around you, their smiles unwavering and their eyes filled with an unsettling devotion, you realized the horrifying truth: you weren’t just bound to them by straps or walls. You were bound by their obsession, and there was no escaping it.

Not now. Not ever.

[fudgeez]

The Weight of Their Gaze - AESPA X FEM READER

Synopsis: When Le Sserafim's youngest member, Y/N, silences a scandal-mongering MC, she unknowingly ignites a dangerous obsession within Aespa. What starts as admiration morphs into a chilling possessiveness.

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Warnings : 18+ | yandere poly ot4 | men and minors dni

The MC, known for provoking drama, brings up recent controversies surrounding HYBE (Le Sserafim's label). Their questions are phrased to subtly imply Le Sserafim's involvement or responsibility, clearly aiming for a dramatic reaction.

The crimson velvet curtains shimmered as Le Sserafim took the stage. The roar of the crowd—a tidal wave of light and sound—washed over Y/N, the youngest member. She stood beside her unnies, a serene smile playing on her lips, but her sharp, observant eyes scanned the audience.

Tonight was a big night, the culmination of months of hard work. But the air crackled with a tension Y/N couldn't ignore. She had felt the weight of unseen eyes on her and her group since they had entered the venue, a palpable intensity radiating from a table near the front.

The MC, a man known for his controversial questions, stepped forward, his smile predatory.

"Le Sserafim, congratulations on your recent successes! But, of course, there’s been… well, let’s talk about your label. How do you, as a group, navigate these turbulent times? I mean, you have a big reputation, and you're one of the top girl groups."

The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken accusations. Y/N's unnies exchanged worried glances, their discomfort evident. The pressure to respond diplomatically was heavy.

A fierce, protective instinct surged within Y/N. Before anyone else could speak, she stepped forward, her voice calm and steady.

"Oh, you mean the issue that has absolutely nothing to do with us and everything to do with people meddling in things that don’t concern them? Yes, we're fully aware of the public's fascination with irrelevant matters. We're also aware that we’re here to celebrate the award music, not entertain gossip."

A wave of gasps rippled through the audience, echoed by the other idols present at the event. This was quickly followed by applause.

The MC, his smile faltering, stammered out a hasty transition to the next segment.

As Le Sserafim returned to their seats, they could clearly hear the murmurs from the other idols.

"Daebak!"

"I think she deserves to be the leader."

And many more.

As Y/N walked back, her gaze briefly locked with Aespa.

Karina, the leader, felt a surge of admiration for the maknae’s unwavering protectiveness. Giselle, a smirk playing on her lips, was captivated by the sharp wit that had effortlessly sliced through the tension. Winter, her gaze intense, was drawn to the quiet confidence radiating from Y/N. And Ningning, her eyes gleaming, saw the hidden fire beneath the composed surface.

"She’s… something," Ningning murmured, her voice barely audible above the applause.

"More than something," Karina replied, her eyes never leaving Y/N.

Y/N's POV

As soon as we arrived backstage, a wave of idols approached, offering words of encouragement.

"Fighting!"

"That was amazing, Y/N!"

"You really spoke up for your group. Respect!"

Their support warmed my heart, but a lingering weight still pressed down on my chest. I knew that while I had defended Le Sserafim, the consequences of my words were inevitable.

The moment we stepped into our waiting room, our manager was already there, arms crossed and an exasperated look on her face.

"Y/N, you know what will happen," she said, her voice sharp yet controlled.

I met her gaze and simply nodded. I had expected this. Speaking out on live television was never without repercussions, but I refused to let my group be treated unfairly. No one deserved to be put on the spot like that, especially when we were there to celebrate our hard work, not answer baseless gossip.

"I know," I replied, my voice steady. I sank onto the sofa, letting out a quiet sigh.

Sakura unnie, always the warmest, sat beside me and gently placed a hand on my arm.

"Thank you, maknae, but next time, let us handle it, okay?" she said softly before pulling me into a hug.

I leaned into her warmth, feeling the silent support from my members. They understood why I had spoken up, but they also worried for me.

Kazuha chuckled, shaking her head. "That was so cool, though. You really shut him down."

Chaewon unnie smirked. "The way his smile just disappeared? Priceless."

Eunchae giggled beside her. "Maknae on top for real!"

Despite the tension, laughter filled the room, easing the atmosphere. I smiled, feeling a little lighter knowing they had my back.

After a while, I felt a dryness in my throat and decided to get a soft drink. Our manager, who had softened slightly, offered to go instead, but I shook my head.

"I’ll go. I just need a moment alone," I assured her.

She sighed but nodded, and I stepped out into the quiet hallway.

The cool air brushed against my skin as I made my way toward the vending machine. The distant hum of activity from the main event still echoed faintly, but here, away from the flashing lights and probing eyes, I finally had a moment to breathe.

As I reached into my pocket for change, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could turn, a familiar voice called out my name.

As I reached into my pocket for change, a cold can was suddenly pressed into my hand.

Startled, I looked up, my fingers curling instinctively around the drink.

"You looked like you needed this,"

a voice murmured.

I turned and found myself face-to-face with Giselle. Her smile was gentle—too gentle. There was something deliberate in her presence, as if she had been waiting for the perfect moment to step in.

"Thank you Sunbae," I said, my tone even. My eyes, however, narrowed slightly. I hadn’t missed the way aespa had been watching me throughout the night, their glances lingering just a bit too long. This encounter didn’t feel like mere coincidence.

Giselle tilted her head slightly, studying me with an unreadable expression. "You were amazing up there," she continued, her tone warm yet measured. "You really handled that situation with class."

"Thank you," I replied again—polite, but cautious. Compliments were nice, but I wasn’t naive. There was more to this conversation than admiration.

Before I could step away, another presence joined us—Winter.

"We were all really impressed," she said, her voice smooth, gaze locking onto mine. "It's admirable."

A shiver traced down my spine. Something about the way she said it, the way her gaze lingered, felt heavier than the words themselves.

I could feel it—the weight of their attention. The way they were analyzing me, dissecting every response, every movement.

Giselle crossed her arms, leaning casually against the vending machine. "Not everyone has it, though."

I took a sip of my drink, letting the cool liquid ease my throat. "No, they don’t."

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. A quiet challenge.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Winter. Giselle."

Karina’s voice cut through the tension, steady and unreadable. I turned just as she stopped a few feet away, arms folded, watching the exchange with an expression that was hard to decipher. Behind her, Ningning’s sharp gaze flickered between me and the others, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Winter and Giselle exchanged a glance before stepping back slightly.

"We were just talking," Winter said, her tone laced with something unspoken.

Karina nodded once, then shifted her gaze to me. There was something there—understanding, curiosity… maybe even respect.

Giselle smirked. "See you around, Y/N."

Winter hesitated for a fraction of a second before following, casting me one last glance before disappearing down the hall with the others.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I wasn’t sure what they wanted just yet—but something told me this wouldn’t be the last time I’d find myself under their watchful eyes.

I wasn’t wrong.

Because now, here I was in the same room as Aespa once again. Giselle and Ningning, their bodies bare and gleaming in the soft light, moved with a fluid grace, their attention solely focused on me. Their kisses, once fleeting and tentative, were now deep and possessive, branding me as theirs. The taste of their lip gloss, a mix of sweet berries and something subtly metallic, filled my senses, a constant reminder of their claim.

My skin burned where their touches lingered, a mix of fear and an unwelcome, confusing heat. Their hands explored every curve and hollow of my body, their touch both reverent and demanding. I tried to push them away, to create some semblance of space, but they were relentless, their movements coordinated and purposeful.

Karina and Winter sat on a nearby armchair, their expressions unreadable. They watched the scene unfold with a detached intensity, their eyes gleaming with a possessive satisfaction. There was no pity, no remorse, only a cold, calculating hunger.

The memory faded, replaced by the reality of their touch, their kisses, their overwhelming presence. I was trapped, caught in their web, their obsession with a suffocating blanket. I could feel their desire, their hunger, their need to possess me completely.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Giselle murmured, her lips trailing down my neck. "So perfect."

"We're going to take care of you," Ningning whispered, her voice laced with a dark possessiveness. "We're going to protect you from everything."

Their words, meant to reassure, only fueled my fear. I knew that their protection was a cage, their love a suffocating hold. I was theirs, body and soul, and I didn't know if I would ever escape.

[hana-no-seiiki]

It feels like a wholeass ceremony when Cat Villain! Reader finally gets to use the whip.

But also a bloodbath as the Batfamily fights others and themselves as to who gets hit by your new weapon. A lot of them do a scarily good job at hiding their purposeful blunders in fights. Damian doesn’t even hide it anymore sometimes and just straight up taunts you to give him a proper blow.

Dick would sometimes bring up your worst secrets / weaknesses he got from you when you two were dating just for you to lash out.

Catwoman definitely knows what she did when she gifts you a smaller version of her whip. She thrives in the chaos that ensues.

Fenrir(Dog Villain! OC who’s also your partner in crime) acts like he’s above the new addition to your roster of dommy arsenal but gets the most disappointed when you were still getting used to it and somehow he’s the only one that doesn’t get hit.

You almost beheaded Tim while trying to pull him in a whip based chokehold.

(Prior to all these you’ve just been using your claws) (also equally fought over)

You should really be careful with the power/whip you wield.

[enhypencores]

Bleed Me Dry

Lee Heeseung X Y/N

Genre: Yandere Romance/ Thriller/ Stalker

Prompt: "If I carve you into my blood, will you believe my love?"

Word Count: 7K+

WARNING⚠️: Explicit content, profanity, sexual harassment, heated make outs, female stereotyping, use of a derogatory word, violence, lots of blood, aggression, toxic masculinity, yandre, manipulation, mentions of self exit, unhealthy relationships and mental health issues. Y/N described with long hair and brown eyes.

Cameos: Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Yeji, Karina, Jaemin and Jisung

A/N: Please read the warnings carefully before proceeding. There's heavy discussions and complex character dynamics. None of it is healthy. This is a work of fiction, please read it as such. If I missed out any, lemme know.

Heeseung watched you, mentally tracing the curve of your bottom lip as you awaited the bus, your nose scrunching in disgust at the passing smokers. The fullness of your cheeks flushed red as the scorching heat streamed through your hand’s barrier, and the silky strands of brown hair cascaded down your neck as you climbed up the bus. Your forehead wrinkled as you leaned down to scan your card, and your nimble steps took you to the end row. Sweat drops trickled down the bony line of your collarbone, dipping into your white collar, dampening the fabric as your eyes rolled back and your head fell slack against the teetering glass window.

This was his sign.

He strutted through the door and beelined towards the back. He was so close to settling down, just another step, and he'd be enveloped in your presence when all his plans fell through the window. He halted, his eyes widening in disbelief as a boy settled beside you, unaware of the fury he had just unleashed within Heeseung's blood. Heeseung swallowed the colourful words itching up his throat and forced himself into the seat behind, away from you.

He stared at the gap between your shoulders, bitterness pooling in his chest. Each time the boy's arm brushed against yours, Heeseung's restraint wavered, his nails digging into his palm as he envisioned tearing the boy's joint off for daring to feel you. His temper flared when he spotted your oblivious frame, still, sound asleep like a princess in the comfort of her sheets. You were so perplexingly naive, falling asleep in a bus full of men waiting to pounce on meek girls like yourself. It usually took around forty-five minutes for you to reach home, but you could've at least placed your bag on the vacant seat so no one—except him—would take the spot beside you.

Heeseung trained his gaze on his wristwatch, every tick of the short hand's movement making him lose his mind. He could've been the one pressed against your shoulders, bathing in your essence, had that loser found another spot. Fortunately, he didn't have to dwell in misery for long because at the very next stop, the loser grabbed his bag from the floor, preparing to leave. Heeseung analysed his watch.

Ten minutes. Gone.

Ten minutes he could've spent right beside you.

The boy stood alert, pressing the button, and the bus came to a standstill. As he stepped through the aisle, his foot landed against a round object, throwing him off balance and sending him tumbling to the ground with his jawline scraping against the hard floor. The entire bus gasped in unison as the boy sat up, his frantic gaze searching for the perpetrator.

A round basketball swirled by his feet.

"Shit, that slipped. My bad," Heeseung muttered, standing from his seat and holding out his hand with an apologetic smile, which the unsuspecting boy accepted with an embarrassed grin.

Heeseung watched the boy rub at his injured chin, confused at the ball's magical appearance as he tugged on his bag's strap and stammered out of the bus with an obvious limp.

Hopefully, that injury lasted ten days to account for the ten precious minutes of Heeseung's life.

Immediately, Heeseung turned back, glancing at your limp frame. His heart raced at the sight. He took small, calculated steps before gently lowering himself into the seat beside you. At the first brush of your elbow, Heeseung's body grew warm, heart drumming faster within his chest. He itched to press his entire body against yours. For now, however, he slightly edged closer, letting your clothed shoulder graze his arm, his eyes rolling shut at the subtle contact.

For the past month, he was a silent observer, watching you walk from your university to the bus, bus to your house in a disciplined schedule. It became part of his very routine. He would wait around your campus at 3:00 sharp to follow you onto the bus and spend the next blissful forty-five minutes watching you sleep away. Heeseung would climb off at your stop, ensuring you crossed the road safely. Only when your back disappeared into the villa and yellow lights at the right-end corner flickered to life would Heeseung return to get a bus back.

He was watching over you to keep you safe. The world lurked with dangers, and you were so innocent, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so agonizingly weak like a frail flower in a garden full of cacti. He had no option but to take on the role of a silent guardian, protecting you from the world. He told himself he valued your safety. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He needed to be near you, to feel your presence, to submerge within your life and become a part woven for your pleasure.

Usually, he stayed a safe distance away to admire your presence. A week ago, he stared at the empty seat with longing. Like an addiction, his tolerance had grown. Seeing you from afar wasn't enough. He wanted to feel your presence. His body automatically followed his yearning, getting up and climbing into the seat beside yours.

And since then, he couldn't get enough.

All of a sudden, Heeseung's focus wavered as the bus came to an abrupt halt. He impulsively brought his arm around your frame, viciously eyeing the driver for his rash turn. As he felt something drop against his shoulder, Heeseung froze. He gulped carefully, turning to inspect you.

His insides twisted in joy. The sight of your sleeping frame leaning against him with your head on his shoulder was enough to make him forget his annoyance at the bus driver. Heeseung shifted closer to let your head rest in the crevice of his neck.

His breath hitched at the contact; your face pressed firmly into his bare neck. Flesh on flesh. His hand clenched into a strained fist, nails digging into his palm, leaving indents as your warm breath nuzzled down his collarbone and spread to his chest. He looked down at your unresponsive frame and realised he had never seen you so up close.

With the closer angle, he noticed washed-out freckles like sand dust trailing down your nose. Your eyelashes were curled black, resting low on your cheeks angelically. Your mouth was cutely pressed into a light pout against his top, your nose squished into his collarbones, making his hairs rise.

Heeseung urged himself to calm down. If you heard the frantic pacing of his heart, you'd wake up before he had the chance to revel in your skin's warmth. He breathed in the scent of fresh vanilla, something inside his abdomen stirring as he realised how you might leave him smelling like yourself, like a protective feline, marking their territory. Heeseung smiled, his body automatically turning towards you, eyes shining in anticipation.

Your body craved him just as badly as he craved you.

Thirty-five minutes passed by in the blink of an eye. He didn't even register the familiar streets treading along the window, his sight and mind filled with images of your pretty face when suddenly your phone beeped, jerking you awake. Heeseung swore under his breath, body recoiling in complaint as you pulled away, grabbing the phone in your jeans pocket and shutting off the alarm. He forced himself to look the other way, his breathing unsteady as he restrained the urge to yank you back.

Roused awake, you quickly stood alert, pressing the button, your knees accidentally bumping into the stranger's legs as you proceeded to step out of the aisle. You turned back to look at the masked man. 

He watched, breath-held, heart thudding.

His wide eyes met yours, and you gave him a suppressed smile before walking off.

Goosebumps. His head felt like jelly, mind straining to grasp at the smile you sent his way—a smile meant for him—not the kind one you give the shopkeeper when he hands you your groceries—not the empathetic one you flash to the older citizens slowly climbing the bus—not the patient one you give to the raucous bikers outside the campus—a soft, sweet, and memorable smile. Only for him.

Heeseung was so dazed that he simply forgot to get off at the stop with you. Instead, he sat rigid, attempting to process the burst of emotions within his chest. He looked down and—thank fuck he did because he might’ve missed it if he was preoccupied in following behind. There, on his grey flannel, an inch lower from his collar, was a wet mark that belonged to you. Not only did you leave him smelling like your vanilla body wash, but you also stained him with your saliva.

His heart thrummed. He pulled his mask down. With his lower region tingling, his hand instinctively grabbed at the collar to pull the wet fabric into his mouth. Head dropping back, his vision blurred, his body tightening at the first taste of your mouth.

He lapped at the spot like a starved man, his legs pressing together to relieve some of the tension in his painfully hard centre. Sweat built up in his clenched fist as he sucked the fabric and rolled his tongue against it, wishing he could feel it directly from your mouth rather than the brittle cotton of his shirt. His desires had climbed up a new ladder; nothing was enough anymore. He needed to lap at the delicate roundness of your lips, suck off your taste from inside, and drown his tongue in its heat.

He needed you, physically, emotionally—unabashed and unhidden.

It was time.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Extracurriculars were starting to take a toll on your mental health. You were already part of the university’s student advisory council and head of the reading club. With exams looming and Miss Sol’s exhaustive dance training sessions, you were certain you would either fail all your exams or get home on a stretcher. For the past week, you had been getting home around sunset, but today, you finished training earlier. Giddily, you jumped onto the bus, excited to get home and munch on ramen before your older brother got his hands on it.

You sat in your usual backseat and immediately fell asleep.

When your alarm blared, you quickly silenced your phone and got up, pressing the button to alert the bus driver. You glanced to your side, expecting to see the masked man who had unknowingly become your bus ride companion, but his seat was vacant. Confused, you glanced around, but only saw aged faces and school students. 

Strange. You assumed he was a college student like yourself, never skipping a day.

You shrugged, climbed off the bus and made your way across the main road toward your house. As you strutted inside the villa, a blinding object flashed past your vision, clashing against your torso and shoving you to the floor. You looked up furiously.

The culprit, your smug brother with his blonde hair falling against his eyes, kneeled down to grab the basketball. “Weren’t you supposed to get home late?” His accusatory tone made you want to scratch the smirk off his mouth.

“Oh, sorry for colliding into your ball.” You smiled sarcastically, standing up. His sardonic smile widened.

“Don’t do it again, little sis,” he grinned, and your patience flew out the window. You jumped up to grab his hair, but as if anticipating your attack, he dodged, sprinting down the hallway with the ball cocooned in his embrace.

“Sim Jaeyun!” You screeched, chasing him through the lounge and out the backdoor toward the inbuilt basketball court. 

You never hated your short height, but in moments like these, you wished you had inherited your father’s long legs. As you watched him speed up beside the basketball court, you frustratedly changed your route, dashing into the square-shaped arena, running diagonally, hoping the Pythagorean theorem would help you reach Jake faster.

With your gaze trained on your target, you saw Jake dribble the ball ahead as you blindly ran down the court, so blind that you didn’t notice a taller figure standing in your way. You collided into a frame, slamming against a hard chest, sending you both tumbling to the ground. You gasped, eyes bulging out as a pair of brown eyes stared at you, wide with panic.

You muttered a rushed apology, attempting to get up when you noticed his arms were locked around your waist protectively.

“Get off Heeseung, you midget!” Jake yelled, nearing your limp frame. You gave him a scorned glare, sitting up as the man’s arms slowly fell away. You stood up together as Jake dribbled his basketball, an amused grin on his features.

Sourly glaring, you didn’t hesitate to whip Jake with your bag. He groaned, almost flinging the basketball at you when the black-haired man pushed ahead immediately, blocking your brother’s aggression.

“She’s a menace. Let me deal with it,” Jake bitterly told the stranger.

“Shut up, Jake! You’re the menace in this household,” you huffed, glaring at him.

Then, your gaze settled back on the brown-eyed man, and your cheeks flushed red as you surveyed the stranger’s features. Ethereal. Big eyes as naïve as a deer’s, a peculiarly sharp nose, plump, wet lips, and dark ebony hair—the man was majestic. Dressed in a grey tank top and trousers, sweat clung to his tan skin, dripping down his well-built biceps like honey. He seemed to have walked straight out of a sports tournament.

“Who’s this?” You blurted out, eyeing the handsome man with flushed cheeks.

“Heeseung, a friend. Heeseung, this is Y/N, unfortunately, related to me.” You smacked your bag into his stomach, pushing him back as he doubled over and clutched his torso, glaring at you through his gold bangs. 

“That’s no way to treat your younger sister, Jake,” Heeseung's stern voice oozed masculine charm—almost giving you whiplash. His reprimanding made your brother’s temper dissolve, and he unclenched his jaw, nodding obediently. You stared, baffled at the sudden shift in his demeanour.

You had never seen your older brother submissively agree with anyone—not even your parents. Having a one-year age gap, the older child's privilege, and spoiled treatment from your parents really did a number on him. His friend group consisted of boys who worked like dogs to gain his acceptance, and your brother bathed in the glory. He wasn’t overtly arrogant, but good grades and amazing basketball performances would make anyone feel like they owned the world. Not to mention, his faked kind personality had everyone running laps. You can’t even count how many hearts he’d broken from middle school to university. 

Watching him listen to Heeseung, you could tell he was someone important to your brother.

You glanced back at the towering man. He even carried himself with an air of indifference, intimidating yet undeniably attractive, commanding everyone’s interest. Under the sunlight, his pupils glowed like lit candles, growing small into a crescent shape as a warm smile grazed his lips, his gaze softening. Tousled strands fell into his dreamy eyes as he nodded. Baffled, you wondered how one second, he seemed like an intimidating adult, reprimanding the kids, and the other moment, he appeared boyish and charming, his eyes brimming with youthful energy. 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue like butter, making your insides curl.

The night you met him, you stalked your brother’s account to find that intriguing man. You scoured through hundreds of Jake’s irrelevant followers, desperately searching for an account starting with the letter H. To your disappointment, no such account existed.

You wondered if Heeseung was old school and went down a rabbit hole, searching through the depths of Facebook. Lee Heeseung—his name in itself was traditional and old, so you didn’t even come across any likely accounts. You gave up and tried asking Jake; however, your brother rarely answered any of your questions. You had no choice but to wait for another encounter. 

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Like a surprising miracle, the next encounter came earlier than expected. A week later, you were buried in exam questions, struggling to absorb the entire pharmacology textbook, when the doorbell rang. You tried to ignore it, but after several insistent rings, you begrudgingly stomped to the door. You weren’t expecting anyone; your parents were at a dinner party, and Jake was at a cram class. You mentally prepared yourself to scream at the neighbour’s kids who frequently stood outside your door to mess around. 

You flung the door open, ready to unleash your frustrations, when your jaw dropped. The familiar round eyes met yours, kickstarting a joyous flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Heeseung stood as handsome as the first day, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He carried a bunch of hefty books, his gaze searching behind you.

“Y/N,” he called your name, and your ears reddened. He enunciated each syllable as if he knew you for ages, called you it for ages.

“Jaeyun left some astrophysics books at my place.” He peered at the stack in his hold.

You smiled apologetically because, of course, your forgetful brother did. 

“He’s out right now,” you told him. “But that’s alright, I’ll take these.” His smile softened as he held out the books. You stepped closer, circling your arm around the stack, but your weak arms failed to carry the weight, embarrassingly almost dropping them to the floor. 

Heeseung quickly tightened his hold on the books, pulling back with a teasing smile. “I’ll take them in,” he stated. Before you could reject his kindness, he stepped inside, pausing in the hallway.

You led him to the lounge, where he kept the books on the wooden table. You offered him a smile as your heart beat frantically. Watching him stand close in your vicinity when you were home alone felt like all your prayers had been answered.

He turned to look at you, pulling back the strands that had fallen against his vision. A smile stretched his lips. “You were studying?” He asked, his voice low yet echoing in the empty hall. Your lips parted, eyes wide in shock.

“How’d you know?” You questioned incredulously.

His smile morphed into a grin. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently pulled the pencil from your hair. The hair bun unravelled, brown strands running down your neck, grazing his fingertips as something flickered in his gaze. He watched the soft layers frame your face. You giggled, face warming up. You tried to grab the pencil, but Heeseung pulled it away, smirking at your embarrassment.

“Let me guess, pharmacology is kicking your ass?” He scoffed, and you gasped in retaliation.

“Now, how do you know my degree?” You stared in confusion.

He chuckled. “Your brother says it’s your worst decision.”

Fucking Sim Jaeyun. Always ruining your reputation everywhere with his big ass mouth.

You sighed, rolling your eyes in frustration. You somewhat disliked your crush knowing about your crisis with that god-awful degree.

“I’m doing fine,” you bitterly claimed. “I ace Biochem and almost every other module. Anatomy is just from the depths of hell,” you spewed some irrelevant achievements, immediately cringing at how self-indulgent you sounded.

God, you were pathetic. You wondered if Heeseung saw through your façade.

Heeseung shifted his weight onto his right leg. “I can help,” he offered, a flamboyant grin flashing across his features as he nodded at your shocked expression. “I ace Anatomy all the time,” he mocked your tone, lips twisting in a teasing smile.

You huffed. Guys usually scored seventy per cent and flaunted it like they won a Nobel prize. “What’s your highest test score?” Your overconfident-self asked, folding your arms over your chest with an egoistic smile.

He watched silently for a moment before returning that sharp smile.

“3.9.”

Pfft. You rolled your eyes, grabbing at your hair in frustration. Was Heeseung as annoying as Jake? “Real funny,” you scoffed, wishing you could erase the smugness off his handsome face.

“3.9 GPA in premed.”

Oh.

Your overconfidence deflated like a balloon. Heeseung smirked and stepped closer, arms folded over his lean chest, mocking your demeanour.

“So?”

You nervously gulped, stepping back from his overwhelming presence. This tall, gorgeous man had casually revealed his Einstein-level intelligence, and now, you felt utterly stupid, crying over some basic anatomy. Even Jake struggled to maintain a decent 3.5.

Your eyes widened as you registered the situation again. Heeseung was offering his help. Even if he thought you were stupid, you could change that, prove him wrong and possibly gather more information about him through a tutoring session, for example, unearth his socials. You could probably get closer and know more.

With your decision made, you nodded at him.

“Alright.”

Heeseung felt like he’d plummet to the floor in relief. He watched the curiosity in your doe eyes gleam as you determinedly stepped towards the hallway, walking up the stairs. He took the first step, his knees trembling as he watched you peppily jump to the right-end door. You were showing him the way to your bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Heeseung’s body fired up like an overheated kettle, his muscles tensing against the railing. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, turning to wait for him. How naïve. How fucking naïve. You had opened up your home, welcomed him inside, and now you were leading him into your personal space, the small corner in this massive house that belonged solely to you, the corner he was used to seeing from outside the house. 

Were you that stupid?

He had seen your parents leave in glamorous attire with a bouquet of flowers, indicating they'd be gone for a substantial time. Jake wasn’t home, attending cram school from 6:00 to 8:00 pm. That left you… vulnerable and alone.

Despite his resolve to wait a good two weeks before visiting again, Heeseung’s patience had worn thin. That initial meeting, feeling your soft curves press into his chest as you toppled over him, had ignited a craving in him. Your scent mingled with his, your body fitting perfectly against him—it had all transcended his tolerance. He had felt his internal organs shift with momentary bliss, his body reacting as if you were made to be felt by him.

Now he was here, in your house, in your presence.

He knew the moment he stepped into your room, he couldn’t leave until he made you his, in some way, in any way. Anticipation bubbled in his veins as he rushed up the stairs.

“Heeseung?”

He froze, his body whipping around to face the intruder. His gaze turned to steel, jaw tightening at the sight of a confused Jake standing in the doorway.

Sim—Fucking—Jaeyun, the brother who wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour.

“Jake?” you inquired, stepping back out and shutting your door. Heeseung’s fists clenched as he stared at the closed door, frustration churning in his stomach. So close. He had been just a step away from entering your room.

Beneath that door lay the key to your heart. Access to your room meant understanding your interests, habits, likes, and dislikes, transforming himself into the man you dreamed of. Jake was a limited source. How much does a brother really talk about his sister?

“What’re you doing here?” Jake questioned as Heeseung and you descended the stairs.

“He was here to drop off the books you read as a useless hobby, so I asked for help with Anatomy,” you explained, smiling at Heeseung, who now seemed oddly stern.

Jake snickered, pulling off his baseball cap to let blonde locks fall into his eyes. “You’re pestering my friend for anatomy?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I offered,” Heeseung replied, his tone sharp and cutting through. You turned your head in confusion at his sudden change in demeanour. “Don’t you stay for an extra lesson?” Heeseung raised his brow, seemingly well-versed in Jake’s schedule.

“Yeah, but they let us out early since we’ve covered the semester,” Jake responded, indifferent to Heeseung’s tone, as he tossed his bag onto the floor.

“Up for a round of LOL?” Jake rubbed his palms together in excitement.

Heeseung’s cold gaze changed with a hint of amusement as he nodded. He turned to you, his smile languid. “Sorry Y/N, League of Legends will always be my first choice,” he declared.

“It’s cool, I’ll survive,” you scoffed, jogging back up the stairs and closing your door to resume studying.

Dropping into the armchair, your thoughts drifted to the sudden shift in atmosphere at Jake’s arrival. Jake and Heeseung’s friendship seemed...strange. Your brother followed Heeseung’s lead without question, even overlooking his friend's occasional indifference. Jake, a softie, who would give you the silent treatment for calling him a nerd, yapping about ‘she called me a bad word’ to your mother, seemed unfazed by Heeseung’s intimidating nature.

Shaking your head, you forced your attention back to your studies, determined to focus despite the lingering curiosity.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Another round. 

Another one.

One more.

Heeseung was losing patience, hectically pressing buttons on the Nintendo Switch, his fingers straining to match his brain’s pace. With a hazy vision, Heeseung turned to inspect Jake. Finally, the blonde had lost his will to play, dropping to the couch as snores wracked his frame. It had taken five gruelling hours of continuous rounds, but it would all be worth it.

The opportunity had presented itself, Heeseung internally reasoned. He didn’t sneak into your house or anything— he had greeted your parents when they returned and even ate some snacks your mother had lovingly offered. He was not an intruder. He was a guest, and now the guest was wandering in search of a bathroom. He knew Jake’s bathroom was down the hall, but he purposely overlooked that route, opting instead to tread up the staircase. With every step, rugged creaks whispered in the darkness, but Jake’s tumultuous snores helped mask his motives. 

Soon, he was standing before your door. And this time, he was unstoppable because no one would bother you at 3 AM.

Breath held, lips pressed in silent tension, he pulled at the handle and slipped inside. A thicker blanket of darkness clouded his vision. Freezing against the door, Heeseung blinked rapidly, determined to accommodate his vision. Streaks of streetlight treaded inside from the edge of the curtain, letting him finally see his surroundings, and he turned to inspect the room.

A study desk toppled with bulks of books and papers with sharpies and pens laid at the edge. Heeseung quietly stepped towards it, his finger grazing the neat text, written with keen attention. His chest tingled when he imagined you pepped up on the swivelling chair, jotting down intricate notes with such pretty handwriting. By the look of it, he could tell you were at the top of your studies, a beauty with brains.

Heeseung noticed your phone charging on the edge of the table and quickly grabbed a hold of it. He didn’t know enough to unlock your phone, but he could easily download his new software without a fuss. Heeseung pulled out his phone, automatically airdropping the relevant file to yours. The new software wasn’t an ordinary tracking device, but it even synced your live activity. Now onwards, all your texts and calls would go through him. The only drawback? He needed time for the syncing to finalise.

He put your phone down, but his gaze caught the back cover, and he immediately inspected it. You kept a Polaroid inside the cover, a beautiful smile lighting up your features as you stood next to your best friend at what seemed like Disneyland. Heeseung wanted to cherish your smile, but noticing the arm your friend easily draped across your waist, fury seethed beyond his pupils.

Why were people so effortlessly a part of your life? Why did it come so easily to everyone but him? To him, you were so distant like a dream. He had to bide his time, pretend to be patient, and even befriend a narcissist like Jake, just to make you aware of his existence.

Why couldn’t he just have you?

Heeseung turned away, his mood soured, his gaze searching for something to get his mind off the bitterness. The room was… perplexingly simple. Most of your personality was huddled on that desk; the walls were empty with just a cuckoo clock in the centre and a bean bag resting against the wardrobe. Dispiritedly, he allowed himself to gaze at the bed.

A master bed served with your petite frame wrapped like a sushi roll on a platter.

Heeseung’s body grew warm at the sight. You were in dreamland, the sound of slow breathing now clearer to his ears as he crept closer. He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze running over your frame. To his displeasure, your face was hidden from his prying eyes, strands disorderly shadowing your features, evoking his irritation.

He couldn’t help it. He found himself getting nearer, your scent getting stronger, soft vanilla teasing his nostrils. Placing his knee on the white sheets, he leaned forward and brushed the strands off your face.

Long lashes rested against your tinted cheeks, round parted lips with a hint of drool running past the corner. Heeseung didn’t even notice when he had dropped himself on the sheets’, his torso completely resting beside your sleeping frame. 

Heaven. The sheets were warm and immersed in your scent, giving him the illusion of your embrace. 

His palms itched to touch. His tongue felt heavy with appetite. He had memorised every inch of your beauty to see you behind his eyelids, but his hands still didn’t know your touch.

Heeseung impulsively reached out, his index finger grazing your bottom lip. Instantly, heat spread from his chest down to his centre. His fingers trembled as he traced the rose petals. Your slow breaths coupled with the softness of your lips made his hunger flare up. He trailed the finger down your chin, collecting your drool, and he transferred it to his mouth, impatiently sucking in your taste. 

He couldn’t help the urge to lower himself, stick his tongue out and slide it against your bottom lip.

His toes curled, his eyes falling shut.

Euphoria. 

Suddenly, he felt like a teenager sharing his first kiss. Your saliva was like sugar melting on his tongue, a taste so delectable that his insides curled in starvation. Heeseung wasn’t a fan of desserts, but your flavour humbled him, making him realise what he’d been missing all his life. He preferred the taste of wine and burnt spices, believing his palate was too mature for anything so juvenile. Yet, god—your lips were like the first shot of his high. Suddenly, sweet things became irresistible.

His lower region tingled as his flicks became harsher, his mouth wide open in mindless hunger, his drool messily spilling on your lips. His mind buzzed, body twisting into the sheet in urgency; your taste had rendered him so weak that he was willing to disrupt his entire plan just from the heat of your mouth.

He felt his arousal strain through his trousers as he tried sliding his tongue in the small gleaming gap in your lips when suddenly he felt you stir. He jerked away, breath heaving, lips drenched with spit. Narrow-eyed, he surveyed your features.

Please not yet. Please, baby.

Instead of ruining his plans, you simply tugged the blanket low. He saw your tongue peek out and run over your bottom lip and gulp down his saliva. It was unintentional and child-like, maybe, one of your sleeping habits. But Heeseung’s blood burned at the sight, his mouth drying up, pupils darkening.

His gaze chased lower, and he spotted a silver of skin, peaking through the cover. The blanket was tangled low on your waist, exposing your brunched-up shirt to his hungry eyes. He didn’t even bother fighting his lascivious thoughts, abruptly tugging up your shirt to reveal your stomach. Heeseung crawled down, his lips immediately pressing into the golden skin, trailing restrained kisses up your waistline. His restrain wavered when he was presented with the sight of your tiny belly button. His mouth salivated as he observed the little hole. Instantly his tongue lashed out, dipping into the curve. His body hummed, his vision blurring as his hips involuntarily thrust into the sheets. He wanted to fill—every hole—every crevice that let him invade. If there was a part he couldn’t physically access, he wanted to stab holes and punch his essence in every corner to mark you as his.

Saliva pooled down his jawline, drenching your abdomen as he protruded his needy tongue into your warm button. He flicks become hungrier, needier, his hands scrambling to grope something—anything. With cheeks pressed flat against your damp stomach, he bit down on his lip to silence the groan itching up his throat as he squeezed your waist.

Fuck. You were made to be touched. You were made to be his clay. You were made to mould into his favourite plaything. You were made for him to love.

Inhale.

Heeseung’s gaze darted to your face, his muscles tensing at the sharp inhale.

Fuck—shit—fuck—your eyes were half open.

Survival instincts kicked in, and Heeseung rolled off the bed at lightning speed, slithering beneath it, pressing his lips together to steady his breathing. The bed creaked as you shifted and sat up. He could almost picture it: your heavy-lidded eyes widening in alarm, the image of a flushed Heeseung gazing up at you—poof—gone, like a mystical encounter. You’d wonder if seeing him there was a figment of your imagination. You’d gulp and rub your template, accepting your insanity.

Heeseung envisioned it all—and he was right.

You were going crazy, thinking about Heeseung, your brother’s best friend, doing sickening, revolting, absolutely heavenly things to you. You didn’t recall dreaming of him, but you might be a stage two schizophrenic because you were now hallucinating his presence. Your body was overly indulged in the hallucination, feverish and covered in goosebumps. You kicked off the blanket, noticing your shirt pooled up, your stomach warm, limbs shaking.

Heeseung waited, his heartbeat steadying as you showed no sign of suspicion. Just like he had imagined. Your insecure mind probably convinced you otherwise. Sometimes, even seeing doesn’t translate to believing—especially for someone as pure-hearted as you. You’d rather doubt your own soul than accuse anyone else of foul play. He’d have to teach you to believe in yourself more than this world—he’d force you to grow a thorn in that beautiful heart, so no one could taint it. Except him.

He lay there, flushed—dazed. He laid there for hours until your laborious breaths morphed into sweet lullabies.

As he slid out the bed, he turned towards you, his heart throbbing with adoration.

You were back to being a little sushi roll, covered with a blanket, your hair sticking to your face as you slept like a log. The mere thought of someone else seeing you innocently asleep made his blood boil. He'd gladly crack open their skulls, extract their hippocampi, and flush them down the toilet to erase any trace of you from their minds.

Heeseung stepped closer and gently kissed your head. He inhaled deeply, savouring your scent from your flushed frame. Reluctantly, he stepped back, grabbed his phone and ensured the sync was complete before heading out the door.

He had to speed things up; the wait was becoming unbearable.

Straight away, Heeseung took a cab home. There was a solid hour before his morning lecture, so he immediately threw himself into his bed and analysed the synced files on his phone.

Details from your phone helped him understand you, but he didn’t know everything just yet. He scrolled through your notes. You liked watching dramatic sitcoms about housewives and divorces. Your YouTube was just a diverse cookbook: most watched clips were recipes ranging from brownies to egg soufflé to Arabic hummus. He chuckled as he noticed some dance tutorials. He would love to see you dance one day.

Your social media presence was barely a drop in his research. You had zero posts, and mostly followed celebrities and high school girlfriends. Looking into your teenage years, to Heeseung’s relief, you had been to an all-girls school. He scoured your followers for any guys, but except for some male actors, you didn’t seem to have anyone worth noting.

The syncing only allowed access to a specific set of photos you had downloaded from your PC onto the mobile. There was a total of six pictures— three of those were of the fucking sunset. The rage he felt as he patiently waited for the pictures to download only to be met with an ugly ball of yellow light was unfathomable.

As he scrolled, he found a picture of a younger girl in a white sundress sitting beside a boy who proudly held up a fishing net, occupied with three mackerels, a memory of Jake and your childhood. His heart felt warm as he zoomed into your features. Unknowingly, he was tracing the line of your smile, the shape of your eyes on the screen, a dumb smile playing on his own lips.

He snapped out of it and scrolled ahead. The following picture was a group photo from— high school. You were the centre of attention, your hair up in a ponytail, a vivid smile glossing your features as girls huddled around you. He felt the magnetic pull exuding your frame even from lifeless photos— making him wish he had opted for your area, so he could have found you earlier. He believed whatever time frame he found you, he would have pounced to get you to himself.

Heeseung forcibly clicked off and opened the last photo in the synced album. His smile wiped off, his body sitting alert, his gaze narrowed and fixated on the screen. Your university’s back entrance had a swing where he noticed couples hanging and making out.

In the snapped photo, you were perched on top of the wooden swing, eating an ice lolly with a man behind you, his hands on your shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face whilst pointing at the camera.

Heeseung’s grip on his phone tightened. From the outskirts, he hadn’t seen that face anywhere near you, but then again, how much could one know as an outsider. 

No.

Jake’s mocking insults about your love life were proof of your singularity.

He hated knowing such little about your world. He hated someone so undeserving and irrelevant could touch you so easily when he had to watch you from the shadows, dwell on small encounters.

He had to find this guy and ensure your protection before he could even think of disclosing his love for you. Whatever this man was, Heeseung had to know more.

[constantinerkives]

Dance Macabre // Drabble

PAIRING: Yoo Jimin x fem reader

WARNINGS: established relationship, yandere Karina, kidnapping, allusions to violence and unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, and profanity. You and Jimin have children, Chairwoman! Karina, MILF! Karina and OC, Johan Liebert reference because I love that soft-spoken manipulative villain.

A/N: Before I begin the mean girl Aeri one-shot, this prompt has been plaguing me ever since I started re-watching 'Monster' so I had to do something about it because my hyper-fixated mind won’t stop unless it’s done. So to soothe this cursed thought, I’ll write about this and be free to begin orchestrating my next one-shot.

SYNOPSIS: To you, she’s your angel. To her enemies, she is death, and to your children: she is a god.

Your wife is a creature of habit.

You observed this when she started courting you during your college days. To you, she is the epitome of perfection; to those that cross her, she is death. 

For your safety, you must update her on your whereabouts. Karina liked knowing that she'll check the time, knowing exactly where you are and what you are doing. Failure to do so and consequences will follow. 

You didn't mind your strict schedule. You like sticking to a routine. 

Until you didn't, all it took was an argument with an entitled customer who broke your phone in anger and stormed off. And due to a broken phone, you didn't update your wife; she was angry. Karina's fury isn't like a volcano, no. It's silent, cold, and calculating. 

When you came home, the first thing you did was to get on your knees and begged for your wife to see reason - it wasn't your fault that your phone broke! But alas, your pleas fell on deaf ears - she wasn't having it.

Karina walks over to you and grabs you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at the older woman whose black, abysmal eyes swim with danger and twisted delight. She caresses your cheek, and your hope shatters as a faux disappointed sigh leaves her pretty lips.

"I still have to punish you, darling." Jimin pecks your lips. "Now run to the bedroom and wait for me, do you understand?"

"Do you understand?" Oh, the cruelty of adulthood.  

She fucked you raw and unrelentlessly, even when your throat became raw from screaming, even when your cunt was full of your mixed juices - the woman didn't stop. Not until she was satisfied.

And because of her treatment, you gave birth to her daughter nine months later. Ariadne Yoo, the carbon copy of her mother, is beautiful and sharp, even for a three-year-old. You and Karina cherished her, and it didn't take long for your daughter to ask for a sibling; naturally, you and Karina complied with your daughter's request, which brings you to your second pregnancy: another girl. 

Like your first pregnancy with Ariadne, Karina is protective of you and your unborn child. She made sure that she was updated on your whereabouts, even as far as placing a tracking device on all your jewelry. 

And it all went smoothly, until-

Pregnancy made you soft and vulnerable. That's why you felt sympathetic toward a group of innocent-looking teens whose car broke down. Motherhood made you want to make sure that this group made it home safely. 

It proved to be a stupid move because one minute later, your arms and legs were bound with tape on your mouth while they stuffed you in their supposed broke-down car and threw you into a cold, damp warehouse: a stark contrast to the luxury and comfort that your wife provided for you and your children.

After pulling the 'I'm pregnant' card, they were kind enough to make you sleep on a thin bed. And while they were discussing the desired amount for your ransom, you mull how this happened. Karina studied the map of the city to create a safe route for you to run your errands. Perhaps this is how they found out. 

They're smart, but not smart enough as your phone dings in the hands of one of your captors. She sneers and skips toward you as she shows you your wife's message. It read: 

You're late. 

Blood drains from your face. Your wife knows where you are, but she wants you to explain in front of her before she makes a verdict. 

"What's the password?" She asks; you tell her.

She licks her upper teeth as she types on your phone's keyboard. 

"Young lady," You tread carefully, "Whatever it is that your gang wants, it's not worth it." 

She gives you a dirty look as the group stops talking and turns their attention towards you and one of their members. 

One of them scoffs, a man. "Oh, it is." He joins the young lady and drapes his arm around her shoulders. "It's easy money for your wife." He looks at her, a sick smile gracing his thin lips as his beady eyes glow with repulsive greed. 

"Shall we make it $30 Million?"

The lady gasps, "Perfect," 

"You can't spend it when you're dead." You tell them. The man's face darkens as he storms towards you and grabs you by the hair, eliciting a yelp from you. "You're in no position to threaten us, bitch." 

"Please," You plead, "You have to trust me-"

"Shut that bitch up, please." One of them jeers and the man happily obliges as he slaps your face. The side of your face stings red, and he hits you again. 

You're sure that their fate will be worse than death; Karina hates it when you get hurt. 

"Shut up, bitch." He growls, and you whimper - your instincts telling you to protect your daughter inside you. But your hands are bound. 

He looks over his shoulder, "Send the fucking message. She's starting to bore me." And they walk away from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

"It's okay," You assured your unborn child. "Mommy's coming to save us." 

Karina's hand held her phone with a vice-like grip that she thought it would crack.

Her obsidian-colored eyes glower at the photo of your fearful state with the words: $30 Million typed below your image.

How dare they touch you, her wife, her equal. 

Cold wrath surges through her body as she puts down her phone and looks at her computer where it tells her your location. You were outside the city. She estimates that it could roughly be an hour-long drive.

A knock on her door snaps her from her reverie, "What is it?"

The door opens, revealing her secretary. "Chairwoman Yoo, the investors are ready."

The older woman stands gracefully from her seat and fixes the cufflinks of her blazer. "Have Miss Hwang take care of them." Karina's voice is eerily calm as she walks past the younger woman. Her secretary follows after her.

"What are you going to do, Chairwoman Yoo?"

The black-haired beauty looks over her shoulder. "I'm going to fetch my wife."

Pregnancy made you a heavy sleeper because moments later, you were awakened by Karina's soft hand caressing your baby bump while she cradled you. 

"Karina," You breathe. Impossible, you would've heard the screams of agony and fear. You crane your neck; your blood runs cold at the sight of their twitching bodies as they gurgle their blood. 

"Look at me, beloved." She coaxes, you obey and your eyes subtly widen. Karina's hair is tied in a high ponytail - she was presentable except for the blood splattered all over her suit and some on her face, decorating her cheeks like a demented blush. 

But she's beautiful regardless. 

"I'm sorry," You choke a sob as you hold onto her. "I tried, baby, I tried to-"

"Sh," She coaxes and pulls you closer to her, coaxing the side of your face against her soft chest as she cups the other side of your head. "It's okay, darling. It isn't your fault." 

"They're still alive, though." You whisper against her suit, and her chest rumbles with a dark chuckle. 

"I heard that dull blades are agonizingly painful than sharp ones. I will leave them to suffer for touching you and our baby, Y/N." 

With her other hand, she slips it under your knees, "Now hold tight," She stands up, "Our daughter's waiting for us at home." 

Karina effortlessly carries you to the exit of the warehouse. You take a good look at your dying captors as they lay in the pool of their blood, dull knives jutting from their bodies.

"Do you remember my first letter?" Your wife asks, forcing you to tear your gaze from the gang to answer her. 

"Of course," How could you forget? It was poetic. 

"I wrote about flowers and your love for them," She reminisces with a soft smile, a rare sight to see; you are blessed to see it. 

"And how you love peonies, especially pink ones, am I right, my love?" She looks at you. Her lips still form her rare, warm smile. 

"Yes," You sigh as you rest your right hand over her heart. 

"When we get home, you'll rest. And tomorrow, we will go to your favorite flower park so you can look at the flowers." 

You caught sight of a familiar Lincoln Continental. She opens the passenger door for you, and you allow her to guide you to the passenger seat. Karina lingers near the passenger door as she takes in your disheveled appearance. Your wife heaves a sigh, and takes your hand, her thumb rubbing the back of your palm soothingly.  

"Stay with me and Ariadne, Y/N." She comes closer. "I will give you everything. Everything is yours because I said so." 

She brings your hand to her mouth, where her lips ghost over your knuckles.

"Stay with us, and I will blanket you in flowers. I was born to smother you with flowers."

[laurentpark]

She — Yoo Jimin

pairing: yandere! karina x reader

summary: you just wanted to surprise your girlfriend for her hard work, but once you stepped foot at her home, you were the one surprised instead.

genre: dark romance

warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation, mentions of blood, minor death, joe goldberg and amy dunne references because we love hot villains.

a/n: we honestly need more yandere content so i wrote this (this doesn't mean i condone this behavior in real life. its creepy and its weird, but keep in mind this is only fiction. just words. nothing real.)

"This is not what it looks like."

You just wanted to surprise her. You really did. She deserved it after working so hard and got a promotion of her job while still making time for you and your relationship.

So you bought her a cake and dozens of gifts before driving all the way to her neighborhood.

With a wide smile plastered on your face, you pulled out the spare key to her home.

She gave it to you as a gift on your anniversary, so you could come to her place at any time and be welcomed.

Once you heard the doorknob click, you opened the door and wasn't welcomed by your girlfriend but rather a scream.

Your eyes laid on your friend on the ground, bloody.

"P-please, Jimin! Have mercy on me!"

"You're taking so much of her time and attention and expect me to show you mercy? Don't be so stupid."

The cake that you held dropped to the ground once you witnessed one of your closest friend get stabbed to the death by none other than the love of your life.

Once Jimin heard a loud thud, she furrows her brows and looked up, to see her precious girlfriend look at her with a shock and scared expression.

She widens her eyes seeing your figure and stands up with her hands on the air.

"This is not what it looks like."

Your girlfriend, Jimin tries to tell you, dropping the bloody knife she once held in her hand but your brain couldn't even process the words she was saying as you become frozen in place.

Tears start to well up on your eyes and cover your mouth with your hand, shaking in fear.

"Sweetheart..." She cooes, slowly walking over to you but you take a step back.

"What...did you d-do?" Your voice cracks, still in utter disbelief on what your girlfriend did to your friend.

"Trust me when I say I didn't want to do it, sweetheart." She says rather softly. "But I couldn't help it. He was taking you away from me and I couldn't let that happen."

"So you killed him?!" You raise your voice at her out of anger. "He's dead Jimin! Why did you- What am I- You could go to jail for this!"

There were millions of things your brains was thinking of and you started to panic. Your body's starting to shake anymore as you bit your nails. However, your girlfriend shook her head and walks towards you before reaching out to you.

"No I'm won't, sweetheart." She holds you closely, gently stroking your hair as you continued to cry over her shoulder. "Shh, don't cry. I'll clean this up...aww, did you buy me a cake?"

She notices the cake on the ground, ruined, as well as other gifts you were supposed to give to her.

"I'm sorry for shocking you, sweetheart but I'll make it up to you." She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at her before wiping your tears away. "I'll clean this entire mess up while you can go to my bedroom and decide what movie we're going to watch, okay?"

You look at her in disbelief before pushing her away. Jimin stumbles and looks at you confused as you sniffled and wipe your tears away.

Jimin narrows her eyes before pinning you to the wall, grabbing you by the jaw with one hand while you struggled against her.

"Why did you push me?" Her tone was cold and demanded an answer.

You scoff at her, "You're crazy if you think if I can continue being with you after you just killed my friend Karina!"

Karina.

She despised you calling her that name and she knew, you knew that. Her name's Jimin. Only those who feared and didn't know her personally called her Karina.

Her jaw clenches and her grip on your jaw becomes much more stronger.

"Ow!"

"What do you mean?" She looks at you with a cold stare. "What do you mean you can't continue being with me?"

"You're insane, Karina! I can't-"

"Don't call me that name." She presses you harder agaist the wall and her grip on you becomes much more tighter making you wince in pain. "You can't call me that name. Not you."

"Just let me go." You begged her, tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks. "Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. Let me go and I won't ever report this to the police."

"Let you go?" She raises a brow. "You expect me to let you go? After everything I've done for you? I killed for you, who else can say that?"

"You killed my friend." You cry out. "I don't want that. You crossed the line and I'm leaving you because of it."

"There's not a line I wouldn't cross for you." She grits her teeth before softening her face. "Please Y/N. I love you."

She starts to press kisses on your neck. Your breathing starts to get heavier, fearing what she might do to you. You make eye contact with her and she has this soft yet insane look on her eyes.

"You drive me crazy, sweetheart. I can't let you go, never in a million years. I love you."

This moment. This was the moment where you realize there was nothing you could do but accept her love and apology or else she will do something to put you on your place without regret.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..." She says continuesly, still pressing wet kisses on your neck. As you stood there. Frozen.

You were stuck with her for life and there is nothing you could do about it without getting hurt.

"Say it back."

You lock eyes with her, her cold eyes staring to your soul, telling you to do it or suffer the consequences of your action

"I..." You pause as her nails dig on your skin, waiting for your answer.

"I love you too."

She smiles in victory after hearing your answer but still didn't let go of you, only loosening her grip.

"You're mine, sweetheart. You're never getting rid of me."

She declares before crashing her lips on yours, without a care in the world if she could taste the saltiness of your tears.

You were hers. Forever. Whether you liked or not.

[chrissssssmut]

Aespa turning yandere for their younger brother when they hear he's dating someone?

SISTERS KNOW BEST

Yandere Aespa x Male Reader

AN: Quick little story i made during my breaks this week! Hope y'all like this one!🫶🏻

It started as an ordinary evening.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone while your sisters lounged around. Karina was flipping through a book, Giselle had music playing in her earbuds, Winter was lost in her Switch game, and Ningning lay upside down on the couch, lazily kicking her feet in the air.

It felt normal. Safe.

And that’s why you let your guard down.

You hadn’t meant to say it. The words slipped out casually, like they didn’t hold the power to change everything.

"So, I was thinking of taking Minji to that new ramen place—"

Silence.

At first, you didn’t notice. You were still looking at your phone. But then you felt it—something thick and heavy in the air. A stillness that made your skin prickle.

You looked up.

They were all staring at you.

Karina’s fingers had gone still on her book, her dark eyes locked onto you. Giselle had pulled out an earbud, tilting her head slightly. Winter’s game screen had dimmed from inactivity, her gaze piercing through you. Ningning had stopped kicking her feet, her expression unreadable.

"Who?" Karina asked, her voice deceptively soft.

You hesitated. “Minji… my girlfriend?”

Winter let out a quiet hum, as if tasting the word in her mouth. "Girlfriend, huh?"

Giselle leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "Since when?"

"Uh… a few weeks ago?"

"A few weeks?" Ningning echoed, her tone light, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "And you didn’t tell us?"

You shifted uncomfortably. "I mean… I didn’t think you guys would care that much."

Karina closed her book with a soft *thud*, standing up slowly.

"We care about everything that concerns you."

The way she said it—so quiet, so certain—made the hairs on your arms stand up.

At first, it was subtle.

Little things.

When you texted Minji, the message would suddenly fail to send. When you tried calling her, the line would cut off.

Then, you started noticing them.

Everywhere.

At school, Karina’s sleek black car was always parked near the entrance. Giselle would casually sit in a café across the street, sipping on coffee as she watched students leave. Winter would appear in the hallways, leaning against lockers, her gaze trailing after you. Ningning’s reflection would flicker in glass windows, a ghost lingering at the edge of your vision.

And Minji?

She changed.

Her bright smiles faded. Her laughter became nervous. She stopped holding your hand in public.

When you asked what was wrong, she just shook her head.

"It’s nothing babe, let's not talk about it."

But it wasn’t nothing.

You saw it yourself.

One evening, as you were leaving school, you caught a glimpse of Karina standing near the gates. She wasn’t doing anything. Just watching. Her stare was unblinking, unwavering, drilling into Minji like a silent warning.

Then there was Giselle.

One afternoon, in the cafeteria, she casually slid into the seat beside Minji, draping an arm over her chair. You weren’t close enough to hear their conversation, but whatever Giselle whispered made Minji’s face go pale.

Winter and Ningning made sure Minji never had a moment alone. Whenever you tried to meet her after class, they were there. Smiling. Talking to you. Cutting in. Dragging you away for some “important” sibling bonding time.

Then, just like that, Minji was gone.

She didn’t answer your calls.

Didn’t respond to your messages.

And then, finally—

Minji💕: I’m sorry… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.

Your stomach twisted.

You stormed into the house that night, your fists clenched.

They were waiting.

Karina sat in the armchair, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap. Giselle leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on her lips. Winter was perched on the kitchen counter, twirling a spoon between her fingers. Ningning was sprawled on the couch, chewing gum, her eyes flicking up lazily when you entered.

"What did you do?"

Karina tilted her head. "What are you talking about, little brother?"

"Minji just dumped me," you hissed. "And I *know* you had something to do with it."

Ningning let out a dramatic and mocking gasp. "Oh no, what a tragedy."

Giselle chuckled. "Maybe she wasn’t the right one for you."

Winter’s smile was small, but her eyes were dark. "Or maybe we helped her realize that she never deserved you in the first place."

Your hands clenched into fists. "What. Did. You. Do."

Karina stood up and walked toward you, reaching out to cup your cheek. Her fingers were warm—deceptively gentle—but firm. Unyielding.

"We just… removed a problem, sweetheart."

Something in you snapped.

You shoved her back.

Hard.

She stumbled slightly, eyes widening in surprise.

Giselle grabbed your arm, but you yanked free, shoving her too.

"Get the fuck away from me!" you yelled.

You turned and bolted up the stairs, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Winter’s voice followed you, light and amused. "Oh, our little brother thinks he can run?”

You slammed your bedroom door shut, locking it.

Your chest heaved. Your mind raced.

They were insane.

They were actually insane.

Then, the knocking started.

Slow. Rhythmic.

"Open the door, little brother."

"You can’t hide from us."

"We just want to talk."

The doorknob twisted violently.

Your breath caught.

Then—*click.*

Karina stepped in first, her expression unreadable. Giselle followed, licking her lips in anticipation. Winter and Ningning entered last, closing the door behind them.

"You shouldn’t have run," Karina murmured, stepping closer.

You tried to fight again—shoving, punching—but they were relentless. Winter ducked under your swing, tripping you. You crashed onto the bed. Giselle grabbed your wrists while Ningning straddled you, pinning you down.

Karina pulled out a rope.

"You need to be taught a lesson," she whispered.

Your struggles were useless.

The rope tightened around your wrists, binding them to the bedframe. Your legs kicked wildly, but Winter gripped your ankles, tying them up as well.

Giselle ran her fingers down your chest. "Shh, don’t fight."

"You made us do this," Ningning sighed, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. "If only you listened."

Winter lifted something. A leather whip.

Crack.

You hissed in pain.

Karina cupped your cheek, tilting your face toward hers. "We love you, little brother. We love you more than anyone else ever could."

Another lash. Another burn.

Ningning smirked, holding up a phone. "Should we show Minji what happens when someone tries to take our brother away?"

You froze.

Giselle grinned, dialing.

Minji’s trembling voice came through the speaker.

"H-Hello…?"

Karina grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at the phone screen.

"Say hi to Minji, baby brother."

Tears pricked your eyes. "Minji, d-don’t—"

Winter lashed the whip across your back again. You bit back a scream.

Minji sobbed. "Please, stop! Please, let him go! You're hurting him!"

Karina leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

"He was never yours to begin with."

And with that, she ended the call.

Minji was gone.

Your breath came in ragged gasps. The sting of the whip burned across your back, the pain raw and biting. Every time you shifted, the ropes around your wrists and ankles dug deeper into your skin.

Your body trembled, but your mind screamed at you to resist. To fight.

But there was nowhere to run.

Karina sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through your hair as if soothing a frightened child. But her grip suddenly tightened, yanking your head back. A sharp hiss escaped your lips.

"Our sweet little brother," she cooed. "So stubborn."

Ningning giggled, tracing a finger along the fresh bruises forming on your chest. "You act so tough, but you’re so delicate under our hands."

You flinched as Giselle’s nails raked down your side, leaving red marks in their wake.

Winter, standing behind you, tugged at the ropes around your wrists, adjusting them. "They’re cutting into his skin," she murmured. "Maybe we should loosen them."

"No," Karina said, eyes dark. "Let him feel it."

A sharp yank on your hair made your head snap to the side. You gritted your teeth.

Giselle smirked. "You’re getting bruises all over, baby brother." She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You look so… perfect like this."

Another pull. Another sting.

Winter grabbed your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Tell me, do you regret trying to run?"

You refused to answer.

A slap. Your head snapped to the side, pain blooming across your cheek.

"Answer her," Karina ordered.

Your chest rose and fell, fury blazing in your eyes.

"I hate you," you spat.

Silence.

Then, Ningning laughed. "Hate us?" She straddled your lap, her fingers pressing down on your bruised ribs. "Oh, baby, hate is just another form of love."

She squeezed.

Pain shot through you, and you clenched your jaw to keep from crying out.

Winter leaned in, brushing her lips against your forehead, a mockery of affection. "You’re ours. No one else can have you."

Karina released your hair, allowing your head to slump forward. "You’ll learn soon enough, little brother."

Another slap. Another bruise.

More pain.

More love.

Pain became your new reality.

Every nerve in your body screamed, but you refused to give in.

Karina sat calmly at the edge of the bed, eyes dark with twisted affection. Giselle stood beside her, running her fingers lazily over the fresh bruises on your chest. Ningning perched on your lap, her grip firm, while Winter leaned against the headboard, watching with quiet amusement.

The rope around your wrists burned. Your muscles ached.

But you weren’t going to beg.

"Look at him," Giselle mused, tracing a fresh bruise along your ribs. "Still so stubborn."

You let out a ragged breath. "Untie me," you growled.

Ningning tilted her head. "Oh? And then what?"

"I’ll break every single one of your fucking noses."

Silence.

Then, Winter let out a breathy chuckle. "God, I love when he talks like that."

Karina leaned closer, gripping your chin between her fingers. Her nails dug into your skin, but you refused to flinch.

"You can be as rebellious as you want, sweetheart." She smiled. "It won’t change anything."

Your teeth clenched. "Go to hell."

She sighed dramatically, releasing your face. "Looks like he still needs more discipline."

Winter stepped forward, fingers gripping a handful of your hair before yanking your head back.

A sharp hiss escaped you.

"You’re hurting me?" you mocked, forcing a smirk despite the pain. "Thought you loved me."

Winter’s grip tightened. "Love is pain, little brother."

Then, a sharp slap echoed through the room.

Your head snapped to the side, a sharp sting blooming across your cheek. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth.

But you laughed.

"That all you got?" you taunted, blood dripping from your lip. "Pathetic."

Giselle’s eyes gleamed. "Oh, you really don’t know when to shut up, do you?"

She grabbed your throat.

Not enough to choke—just enough to remind you that she could.

Your pulse pounded under her grip, but your glare never wavered.

"You should be grateful," she murmured. "Not every little brother gets this much attention."

You scoffed. "Yeah, most people don’t get tortured by their psychotic sisters."

Another slap.

Harder.

Your head spun for a moment, but you clenched your fists, refusing to let them see any weakness.

Karina let out a disappointed sigh. "You really don’t understand, do you?"

She nodded at Ningning, who grinned wickedly before suddenly driving her knee into your stomach.

A choked gasp left your lips.

You doubled over as much as the restraints would allow, your body screaming in protest.

"Shhh, it’s okay," Ningning whispered, stroking your hair. "You’re doing so well."

You coughed, tasting more blood.

Then, you forced out a hoarse chuckle.

"You’re insane," you muttered, voice laced with exhaustion.

Winter crouched beside you, her fingers tilting your chin up. "And you’re ours."

Karina reached for the whip again.

"Maybe a little more will remind you."

Crack.

You sucked in a breath as white-hot pain seared across your back.

Crack.

Your body jerked, muscles tightening as another fresh welt burned into your skin.

Crack.

Your breath hitched.

The pain was unbearable.

But you would not beg.

"You’re so strong," Karina murmured, running her fingers along the newest wound. "But you don’t have to be, sweetheart."

Ningning pressed a soft kiss against your jawline. "Just accept it already."

Giselle leaned closer, whispering against your ear. "No one else will ever love you like we do."

You swallowed hard, your vision blurring at the edges.

Time lost meaning.

You didn’t know how many days had passed since your world had been reduced to this room—since you had been reduced to this.

A prisoner.

A possession.

Your sisters never let you leave.

You had screamed until your throat was raw. You had thrashed against your restraints until your wrists bled. You had cursed them, threatened them, begged them—only to be met with soft laughter and gentle caresses that contradicted the agony they inflicted.

You weren’t a person anymore. You were theirs.

"Our little brother is still fighting," Karina murmured, dragging her nails over the fresh welts on your back. "How adorable."

You gritted your teeth, biting back a groan of pain. You refused to give them the satisfaction.

Crack.

The whip tore through the air, striking your skin with a sharp, burning sting.

You jolted, fists clenching.

"You still don’t get it, do you?" Giselle whispered, crouching in front of you. She tilted your chin up with two fingers, studying your face. "There’s no fucking escape, baby."

Ningning’s lips brushed against your temple. "You were always ours."

Winter knelt beside you, pressing her forehead against yours. "No matter how much you resist, no matter how strong you think you are..."

Karina’s voice was gentle as she finished the sentence. "You’ll break, sweetheart. We’ll make sure of it."

Your breathing was uneven, sweat and blood clinging to your skin.

You shook your head weakly. "You’re wrong..."

Crack.

You gasped as the whip lashed across your back again.

"Are we?" Karina cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Tell me, sweetheart... How much more can you take?"

You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Shhh," Ningning whispered, lips ghosting over your ear. "There’s no need to fight anymore."

"Just give in," Giselle murmured, stroking your hair.

"Accept it," Winter urged.

The whip came down again. And again. And again.

Each strike chipped away at you, bit by bit, until something inside you wavered.

Your body sagged in its restraints. Your breaths came out in ragged, uneven pants.

Karina smiled. "See? You're already starting to understand."

Giselle chuckled. "It was inevitable, baby brother."

Ningning kissed your cheek. "You were never meant to be anything but ours."

Winter wiped the sweat from your forehead. "And now, you’ll never be alone again."

You shuddered.

And there was no way out.

[fudgeez]

Chapter 2: Whispers and Walls

Synopsis: Y/N endures bullying and isolation, refusing help from Wonyoung and Yujin, who are both intrigued by her hidden past. Her resolve to remain independent clashes with their attempts to control and understand her, creating tension and hinting at deeper conflicts.

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Months passed, and Y/N became a constant topic of gossip among the students. Some spread rumors, while others continued to bully her discreetly, avoiding Karina’s attention.

They didn’t want to risk expulsion from WQ University, knowing Karina’s family held significant influence, even beyond her position as student council secretary.

Y/N, however, remained silent, enduring the treatment. She was determined to avoid a repeat of her past, even if it meant suffering in silence. This frustrated Chaewon, who wanted to inform Karina, but Y/N threatened to cut her off if she did.

Chaewon, with her circle of popular friends, was often questioned about their friendship with Y/N. They wondered if Y/N had blackmailed or threatened them. In reality, Chaewon genuinely liked Y/N like a sister. Eventually, Chaewon’s friends began to treat Y/N as one of their own. Despite Y/N’s attempts to push them away, they were persistent, creating an odd dynamic where Y/N tolerated their presence like a group of overbearing children.

“Y/N unnie, aren’t you joining us for lunch?” Eunchae, the youngest of the group, asked Y/N, who remained seated in the library. They were working on a group activity due next week.

“I need to finish this part,” Y/N replied, scanning the books on her table. “But it’s not due until next week, unnie,” Kazuha whined, leaning on Y/N’s shoulder.

“I don’t have any food, so you guys go ahead,” Y/N said. They all shook their heads, causing Y/N to facepalm.

“How about this? Give me peace today, and I’ll consider joining your sleepover this Saturday, deal?” Y/N negotiated.

The five girls’ eyes widened, as they had been asking Y/N to a sleepover for months, but she always refused. They couldn’t contain their squeals.

“QUIET!” the librarian yelled, prompting Y/N to bang her head on the table. “Don’t do that, aish!” Sakura scolded, and Yunjin nodded in agreement.

“Deal?” Y/N asked, wanting to return to her books. “You have 30 minutes before your next subjects.”

They all nodded and left, leaving Y/N in peaceful solitude, unaware she was being watched.

Realizing she needed more information, Y/N headed to the biology section. She ignored the sidelong glances and whispers following her, searching for a specific book hidden in the restricted section.

A group of students passed by, whispering about Y/N.

“She’s so weird,” one said.

“I think she’s just using Le Sserafim.”

“I heard she’s adopted and has a cruel past,” another added, their voice laced with condescension.

Y/N’s shoulders tensed, but she pretended to continue her search.

Suddenly, “What if I report you to guidance for smoking in the library?” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

The students, recognizing Wonyoung, quickly dispersed. Y/N looked up, remembering Wonyoung was Karina’s fellow student council member, a role model at WQ, known for her positive mindset, but also her strictness.

Wonyoung turned to Y/N. “I think this is the book you’re looking for,” she said with a warm smile. Y/N examined the book before accepting it.

Wonyoung noticed a faint scar on Y/N’s wrist, partially hidden by her wristwatch, and frowned. This didn’t escape the notice of another observer.

“Ms. President, they're waiting for you in the meeting,” an assistant said.

The president glanced at the assistant, then nodded, before looking back at the two girls. She made a mental note to ask Wonyoung later. 

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Wonyoung asked, her voice soft, her eyes lingering on the scar.

"It's nothing," Y/N replied, "Just an old accident." Wonyoung's smile didn't waver, but her eyes held a deeper, more probing look.

"If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask," Wonyoung added. Y/N simply nodded, attempting to return to her table when she noticed Wonyoung following her.

"Thanks, but like I said to my sister, I can handle myself," Y/N stated, her voice laced with a subtle warning.

Wonyoung was momentarily stunned by Y/N's raspy voice and the intoxicating scent she wore, a cloud that seemed to envelop Wonyoung. She couldn't help but bite her lip before following Y/N again and settling into the chair opposite her at the table.

Y/N arched her eyebrows. "You know, you're just attracting more attention to me," she said, her annoyance evident as she noticed the students' gazes fixed on their table.

Having the vice president sit beside her made her feel claustrophobic. Wonyoung merely shrugged. "Don't mind them," she said, picking up a book from Y/N's table and pretending to read.

"Don't mind them?" Y/N repeated, her voice rising slightly.

"That's easy for you to say. You're the vice president. You probably thrive on this kind of attention. I, however, prefer my social space to be… well, mine." She emphasized the last word, hoping Wonyoung would get the hint.

Wonyoung lowered the book, her eyes meeting Y/N's. "I'm not here for attention, Y/N. I'm here because… I wanted to be." She paused, her gaze softening. "Besides, I find your company quite stimulating."

"Stimulating?" Y/N scoffed. "You mean annoying. Look, I get it. You're trying to be nice, or whatever. But I don't need a babysitter. Or a shadow. I'm perfectly capable of existing without your constant presence."

"I never said you weren't," Wonyoung replied, her voice smooth.

"But perhaps I enjoy being 'annoying.' Perhaps I enjoy disrupting your perfectly curated solitude." She leaned forward, her smile widening.

"Besides, you haven't told me about your scar yet. A story that interesting deserves to be heard."

"There's no story," Y/N said, her voice flat. "Just a clumsy accident."

"Everyone has a story, Y/N," Wonyoung countered, her eyes gleaming. "And I intend to hear yours." She returned to her book, a silent declaration that she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Y/N sighed, realizing she wouldn’t get any peace until Wonyoung decided to move.

Just as Y/N was about to resign herself to Wonyoung's presence, Kazuha burst back into the library, her face flushed.

"Unnie! I forgot my bag!" she exclaimed, grabbing it from under the table.

She paused, noticing Wonyoung. "Oh, Vice President!" she said, her eyes widening slightly. Wonyoung's smile, while still warm, held a flicker of something possessive as she watched Kazuha, a silent warning in her eyes.

"Hello, Kazuha," Wonyoung replied, her smile almost too bright. Once Kazuha was gone, Wonyoung turned back to Y/N, her expression thoughtful.

"You seem to value your 'safe space' so much, yet you surround yourself with Le Sserafim. Why them?" she asked, her voice laced with a subtle curiosity.

Y/N paused, considering her words. "They're… persistent," she said finally, a hint of amusement in her voice. "And they don't ask questions I don't want to answer. They just… are. And sometimes, that's enough." She looked at Wonyoung, her gaze unwavering.

"Unlike some people." Wonyoung's smile tightened, a hint of steel beneath the sweetness.

"Patience is a virtue, Y/N. And I have an abundance of it," Wonyoung said, her smile a thin, almost predatory line. Y/N met her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken challenge. The library, once a sanctuary, now felt charged with an unsettling tension.

Later, as Y/N walked to her next class, a group of students, the same ones Wonyoung had dispersed earlier, blocked her path. Their leader, a girl with a sneer permanently etched on her face, stepped forward. "Well, well, if it isn't the nerd," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Thought you were too good for us, hanging out with the vice president."

Y/N remained silent, her expression impassive. "What? Cat got your tongue?" another student jeered, shoving her shoulder. Y/N stumbled, but quickly regained her balance.

"Just move," Y/N said, her voice low and even.

"Or what?" the leader challenged, a cruel glint in her eyes. "You gonna run to your big sister again? Or maybe call your new bestie, the vice president?"

Before Y/N could respond, a cup of juice arced through the air, splashing over her uniform, the sticky liquid soaking her clothes.

"Loser!"

someone shouted, and the group erupted in laughter. Y/N clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to retaliate, to wipe the smug grins off their faces, but she knew that would only escalate the situation.

She simply turned and headed towards the restroom, ignoring the taunts and laughter echoing behind her. As she entered the restroom, she could hear the whispers following her, the cruel amusement in their voices. Y/N quickly stripped off her soiled uniform, rinsing it under the sink. She knew she couldn't go to class like this.

Suddenly, Wonyoung appeared beside her, holding a neatly folded uniform. "Here," she said, offering it to Y/N. "It's a spare. I always keep one in my locker."

Y/N hesitated, her eyes narrowing. "No, thank you," she said, her voice firm. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to be more of a target than I already am."

Wonyoung's smile was soft, but her eyes held a determined glint. "Don't worry about them," Wonyoung said, her voice low and reassuring. "Wearing my uniform won't make you a target. It'll send a message."

"A message that I'm dependent on you?" Y/N retorted, her eyes hardening. "No, thanks. I'll pass." She turned back to the sink, attempting to salvage her ruined uniform.

Wonyoung's smile tightened, a flicker of irritation sparking in her eyes. "You're being unreasonable, Y/N. This isn't about dependency; it's about practicality."

"Practicality?" Y/N scoffed, wringing out the soaked fabric. "Practicality would be leaving me alone to deal with this myself."

"You're making this harder than it needs to be," Wonyoung said, her voice laced with a thinly veiled frustration. "Just take the uniform. It's a simple solution."

"Simple for you, maybe," Y/N countered, her voice rising slightly. "But I'm not interested in your 'simple solutions.' I'm not interested in being your project."

"My project?" Wonyoung repeated, her voice dangerously soft. "Is that what you think this is?"

"What else am I supposed to think?" Y/N asked, turning to face Wonyoung, her eyes blazing. "You're constantly interfering, offering 'help' I don't need. You're making it impossible for me to just… exist."

"I'm trying to protect you," Wonyoung said, her voice strained. "These people are relentless. They won't stop until they break you."

"And you think wearing your uniform will stop them?" Y/N asked, a sardonic edge to her voice.

"Please. They'll just find another way."

"Then let me handle them," Wonyoung said, her voice pleading. "Let me take care of this for you."

"I don't need you to 'take care' of anything," Y/N said, her voice firm. "I can handle myself."

"You're being stubborn," Wonyoung hissed, her control slipping. "You're making this impossible."

"Impossible for you to control me?" Y/N challenged, her eyes narrowing. "That's the point."

Wonyoung's eyes darkened, her smile vanishing completely. "Fine," she said, her voice cold. "Have it your way. But don't come crying to me when they make your life a living hell." She turned and stalked out of the restroom, Y/N stared at the closed restroom door, Wonyoung's parting words echoing in her ears.

"Don't come crying to me when they make your life a living hell." A bitter laugh escaped her lips. As if she hadn't already lived through hell.

She turned back to the sink, determined to salvage what she could of her uniform. Maybe she could borrow something from Karina later. Or maybe she'd just skip the rest of her classes for today. The thought was strangely appealing.

Suddenly, the door swung open again, this time revealing not only Chaewon, but Sakura as well. Both were holding neatly folded uniforms.

"Y/N!" Chaewon exclaimed, rushing to her side. "Are you okay? We heard what happened”

Sakura held out her uniform. "Here, take this. It's clean."

“It'll fit better." Chaewon nodded. Y/N looked from Chaewon to Sakura, a warmth spreading through her chest.

These girls, these persistent, sometimes overbearing girls, were actually concerned about her. And they weren't offering her help as a means of control, or a way to gain power. They were simply offering their friendship.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice soft. She took Sakura's uniform, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips.

The last bell of the day echoed through the empty hallways, signaling the end of classes.

Y/N, book tucked under her arm, walked towards the main entrance, her steps measured and deliberate.

She had declined Karina’s offer of a ride home, stating she wanted to enjoy a peaceful walk, a moment of solitude before the chaos of the day truly ended.

As she stepped out into the fading afternoon light, a soft, golden hue painting the sky, she noticed Yujin leaning against the stone railing, her posture relaxed, yet radiating an undeniable air of authority. Even in casual repose, Yujin commanded attention, a silent declaration of her power.

"Y/N," Yujin said, her voice cutting through the quiet, a melodic undertone that belied its sharp edge. "A word, if you have a moment."

"About?" Y/N asked, stopping a few feet away, her gaze unwavering.

"About your… recent encounters," Yujin said, her gaze sweeping over Y/N’s still slightly damp uniform, a subtle flicker of something akin to curiosity in her eyes. "I heard there was a small… incident today."

"It was handled," Y/N replied, her voice flat, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in her stance.

"Handled?" Yujin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips. "By silence?"

"Yes," Y/N stated, her voice firm, a clear declaration of her unwillingness to engage.

Yujin pushed herself off the railing, stepping closer, her movements fluid and graceful. "And how do you see this situation, Y/N? As a minor inconvenience? A passing storm?"

"As something I can deal with," Y/N said, her gaze fixed on Yujin, her resolve unwavering. "On my own terms."

"Terms that involve being soaked in juice and refusing to seek help?" Yujin asked, her voice laced with a hint of mockery, a subtle probing of Y/N’s defenses.

"Terms that involve maintaining my peace," Y/N countered, her voice unwavering, a hint of steel beneath the surface. "Something you and Wonyoung seem to have trouble understanding."

"You know these… incidents, as you call them, are unlikely to stop. And when they escalate, you'll find yourself wishing you had accepted a helping hand," Yujin stated, her voice a low, almost seductive murmur.

"I'll take my chances," Y/N said, her voice firm, unwavering. "I've faced worse."

Yujin's eyes darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them, a hint of something predatory. “I think this school year will be very exciting because of you. You're so mysterious, Y/N, like a puzzle I want to solve… or keep hidden,” Yujin said, her voice laced with a playful yet dangerous undertone. "You hold yourself with such control, such… restraint. It's fascinating."

“Don’t waste your time on me, President. It’s not worth it,” Y/N said, turning to leave, her patience wearing thin.

Yujin stepped in front of her, blocking her path, her movements swift and decisive.

“I’m not wasting my time. Actually, I’m enjoying this,” she said, her voice a low, almost husky whisper, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

"The way you resist, the way you refuse to bend... it's quite… captivating." She paused, her gaze lingering on Y/N's face.

"I wonder," she continued, her voice a soft murmur, "how long you can maintain this façade."

With that, Yujin turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet courtyard, leaving Y/N standing alone in the fading light, the weight of Yujin's words settling around her like a shroud, a chilling reminder of the game she was now unwittingly playing.

Y/N took a deep breath, and started her walk, the quiet streets no longer feeling peaceful, but rather, like a silent, watchful gauntlet. The air felt thick with unspoken threats and hidden intentions, and the golden light of the setting sun seemed to cast long, ominous shadows, a stark contrast to the tranquility she had sought.

[b000mbayah]

Hii I love your yandere writings! Can I please request yandere aespa's reaction to s/o killing or hurting someone for them out of jealousy?

-🎀 (if emoji isn't taken yet 💗)

Yandere!Aespa reaction to their S/O killing someone for them out of jealousy

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Word count: 2,217

Warnings: murder, blood, self identity crisis

A/n: Hiii, thank you for your support 🎀 anon!! I chose the murder/killing route for a more permanent effect on the lovely girls of aespa. I hope that's okay 😅

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The very last words that you utter in your entire life, right before you die, are pretty telling, no? What you say on your deathbed, or if you know you're going to die- you'll always be searching, searching for someone you know so you can tell them that you love and appreciate them before you succumb to your inevitable demise…

It all has an impact.

You knew that, the world knew that, so there were laws set in place.

In 1752, the Act for 'better preventing horrid crime of murder' was passed into the law system after swiftly moving through Commons and the Lords and receiving royal assent from the monarch themselves.

And that was one country alone.

Several other countries have since created the term of criminal offence and justice as buildings like law firms, prisons, courts, and far more were built on a regular basis.

Crime rates dropped significantly around most of the world, and with a world developing at the fastest it has ever been, murder is next to impossible to get away with…

And yet, you still climbed through those restrictions and laws to make such a bold point.

It was unintentional- or so you told yourself- but deep down you know a part of you has malicious intentions, that you had secretly and unknowingly wanted to do this to the female who had caused you great frustration.

The woman had bought your girlfriend a drink, just one drink, but soon that one drink turned into two drinks, then three, and all of a sudden she was a whole new person- except not really.

She had the same problematic and cocky look in her eyes when she took her seat next to your girlfriend as she did when you pulled her out of it.

But now that look was diminished, almost banished from her eyes as she looked up at you with a coldness, her eyes coaxed in a fixed frosty numbness, gone grey and aged apparent with apathy. There was no love left in those eyes, not even fear or regret, but only a growing extermination.

You felt almost as if this was the arrival of the zombie apocalypse, and you dread the lack of pre-warning and preparing from the occasion because it happened all too fast. You quickly began to fear the unrealistic possibility of her subconscious eyes staring back at you with a mind still manufacturing thoughts behind them, and thought the living had all grown quite mad with themselves and the judgmental society.

She would be right too- her zombified mind that would serve no real purpose- and it's drilling nightmares into your skull already. The educational advantages she could then have over you is jarring, but maybe you were just overreacting.

I mean- the delusions had caught up to you. As someone who's never committed such a violation in their life, surely you were bound to find some emotions within yourself.

It was apparent, however, that you lacked guilt, responsibility and even a genuine care for what you've done. Only a makeshift of impossible thoughts play on repeat.

You're not quite sure how long you had been staring into her already half sunken eyes when the sound of steady footsteps sunk in.

You hadn't had enough time to dispose of the body, or to clean her of your fingerprints, or to mentally prepare yourself, or to-, or to-

Karina

"Y/n?"

Your blood ran cold. The loving voice of someone all too familiar turned daunting as it called out your name. You could hear it, your ears hyper fixated on it as it bounces from one black bag full of unknowing trash to the next. It echoed down the narrow walls of the alley. It rippled your mindset.

"K-karina" you so stupidly called back, your tongue freezing as a stalemate claws at your gone dry throat.

"What are you doing down here… Oh?" Shamefully, you turned your head to the voice. You could feel your heart rate skyrocket in comparison to before you were caught red handed- quite literally. Your head spun, and your vision dotted with various shades of black as you began to wobble on the spot.

Karina- having noticed this- carefully made her way over to you, a grin quickly growing on her face as she moves her hands to stabilise you, ensuring you stay standing.

"You murdered her, right?" At her words, all you could do was let out a sudden sob of regret, your head turning to your feet.

You could feel Karina pull you closer. She didn't intentionally mean to make you sob. She didn't mean to make you feel worse. Karina only wanted to confirm that you were the culprit and that some stranger hadn't just handed the crime off to you.

"I did! I did, Karina! I did, I'm a horrible person," you shook, your limbs vibrating with an uncertain fear.

"No, you're not," she breathed, placing a gentle kiss along your hairline. "You're not a horrible person. You did what you had to do to keep what was yours"

"At the cost of a life-"

"Hey-" Karina whispers, her hands cradling the sides of your face. "It was you or her. I'm glad it was you who won"

"I guess…" You frown into her hold, eyes growing saggy under the impression of your impending tears.

"Please don't cry, how about we go home and I'll deal with this later? I promise nothing will happen to you, or me"

"You promise?" You look up at her through glassy eyes, your vision having grown hazed in the span of her reassuring.

"Pinky promise"

Giselle

Her brain had stuttered for a moment, her eyes relying on the dingy light that ricochets from one cracked brick wall to the next graffitied one. Her eyes took in everything. The blood. The body.

You.

At the cost of her heart nagging, her brain finally catches up. It’s almost as if she had rebooted herself. Eyes of plentiful confusion had seemingly now evolved into a stance of understanding, an understanding that has her every pulse buzzing with a haywired hazed.

It's like a splash of refreshing cold water to her face as she takes another step, completely unsheathing herself for you to bask upon. However, your face only remained stoic, and your shoulders squared back. Your eyebrows were tensed, and your lips straight as you locked eyes, your own ones going glassy almost immediately.

But still… you remained stoic…

Giselle watched you tentatively with a challenging gaze, her eyes sizing you up and down like you were her opponent instead of her lover- and she knew she wanted the latter far more.

Eventually, your arm shook with a sporadic violence, your limb spiralling with limited control as if you were to lash out again. Your hand clasped your weapon with a trembling grasp, fingers gone sweaty and shiny against the blade of your gone sticky kitchen knife. Knuckles sprawling with a pale outcast, the whiteness of your bones showing through in mosaic patterns one could trace and paint.

And then it slipped, a single runaway of your frustrations hanging from your eyelash, dancing along the reddened of your flushed face. You had now been dealt the sadness card, its back and front dyed in pigments of strong blues.

“Y/n?” Giselle said a little over a whisper, her voice cracking for you as you now stretch your fisted hands, fingers freeing the dark handle to the blade as it clashes to the ground, scraping and screaming as it punches the concrete in its way.

Carelessly, Giselle took another step, and another, and another, until she was standing idly by your side, her curious eyes searching along your face for anything more as you slowly came undone, cracking under the worn seams of your pressurised situation.

“It’s okay” Giselle whispered, finally reaching out, her hand coming into soft contact with your dampened shirt, “It’s all okay now, I’m here"

Winter

Suddenly, another’s body collides with your own, their arms wrapping around you with a delicate grasp. You waited for the aftermath of your own body to have been flung to the ground, or for the usage of another blade, a bullet, anything that could cause you great pain for the gout of grief you've instructed onto the world…

But nothing happened…

Instead, the person clung to your waist and torso just stayed silent, their head bowed just under your collarbone. Their shorter hair restricting you from their face, but you knew better than to assume this was a stranger of the night, or that they want to hurt you… especially since you recognise that perfume.

It’s the same perfume you bought for your one year anniversary a few months back, a special scent for a special occasion, as you told her. You remember her face so distinctively smiling back at you, her smile crawling to meet her eyes in a mutual agreement of joy.

"Baby?" You croak, hands shaky and sweaty as you release your sharpened weapon and place your palms upon the small of her back.

"Shhh," she hushed, gently nuzzling her head into you. You could feel the warmth of her breath as she exhaled onto you. It was as if she was coaxing your skin with an impenetrable bubble of comfort and safety.

And within no time, you felt yourself begin to finally relax. Your shoulders slump slightly as your eyes rested within the shadows of your inner eyelids.

You sigh, feeling a relatively large mass amount of stress flee from your clogged mind as you squeeze your girlfriend closer, needing further closure.

"I messed up," You mumble, your voice evidently smoother than previously.

However, you almost break again as you feel Winter's head retract, and her face greets your vision. She looked so ethereal, her face printed with the small streaks of blood that once hugged your neck, her eyes shining and lips delicately glossed "I know, baby… I know" She offers a reassuring smile, her hands moving up to rest upon the top of your shoulders "and I'm willing to help you"

Your eyes almost widened at her words, your brain trying to wrap and warp around yet another surprise to the evening. "I can't ask you to do that for me…"

Your girlfriends smile only widened, her eyes still firmly holding yours. "I'm not seeking your permission"

Ningning

You were caught in the crossfire of your mental and physical stability as you tumbled back, your spine hitting the ragged wall in a bone breaking kiss.

Your loose shirt gathered into a collective clump as you began to defeatedly descend, exposing your bare back to the rough elements of the bricks. The infrastructure sized your back, scuffing and scraping at the delicate skin and fluffy flesh beneath the exterior.

Your head felt heavy upon your shoulders, your neck a mere flaw in your blueprint design- like it was a rusted spring of decades use.

There was nothing you could do now, and you knew that as you remained dormant against the impending doom that was soon to follow, especially with the gasp just off to your side.

At first, you thought the woman you had so brutally served to death had come back to life, but the soft lul of the voice had told you otherwise.

"What is this?" Her voice seemed to only simmer in a well of comfort, the words sounding so effortless against the bitter breeze.

But despite your malfunctioning manufacture, Ningning could only blink as the cogs in her own mind cranked and squeezed. "You killed her?"

You wanted so bad to spit out your reasoning, but nothing good came to greet your tongue. Only vulgar words of salt and grime dared to tango upon your slick muscle. So you kept quiet.

"For me? You killed her... for me? Baby?" Ningnings eyes glossed over, her tongue darting out to wetten her lips. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her. Her past relationships never even came close to sharing a bond this mutual.

Ningning sees your love as clear as day. You're willing to kill for her as much as she is for you. You're on the same wavelength, the same page. You're her soulmate! She knew there was something special about you. She felt it thought out her entire body the first time she met you, and she feels it now.

Ningning loves you, even more so after today's events.

[josiethehazbinfan]

When women are not around Karina is normal with Bugs but with women around him she goes yandere mode

[sorryitsvex]

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Chapter 5: Pig named Chicken

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[urno1luv]

squid game (s1) aespa x reader🫣?? ningning is the only sane member + gets a happy ending tho😭

(as for the asks, don't worry!! i saw them all and i'm working on posting them!!)

tags: saebyeok's murder mentioned (😔), yandere behaviour, drugging, noncon, sadism, suicide mentioned once (reader), audiz are written together

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KARINA and GISELLE, the VIPs

- flew over with giselle from japan just to watch this event, her perversion evident on her sharp features. she's definitely gonna have the time of her life

- her bets were placed on player 101, seeing how he was one of the most brutal players in the games, but giselle advised her to chose number 067 instead, citing her agility and her supposedly "callous" behaviour as a force to be reckoned with. aeri, after all, is one to listen to🙂‍↕️

- however, when both players have died and the only ones left are 456, 218, and you, 457, karina becomes pretty annoyed with giselle's guesses. "yah, uchinaga. we lost a million already, so choose a better player, don't make me lose more."

- luckily for rina, giselle already had her eyes on the cutest thing ever!!! your beautiful doe eyes glistening and filled with fear from player 218's sudden killing of your friend saebyeok. "hmm.... how about you bet on 456 and I bet on 457?" aeri suggests, smirking. "i feel like they might team up against 218, and the other VIPs are betting on him to win. let's divide our chances?" through a lot of coaxing, jimin agrees, her eyes following your every move.

- giselle and karina are pleasantly shocked once you suddenly use that brain of yours and successfully kill player 456 while he's occupied with the other player. with tears in your eyes, your knife enters his throat, giving him a quick death. though you cared about him very much, you couldn't afford to go against him in the next game when you were the finalists. rina tuts once you kill her pick, but it doesn't matter, bc the other VIPs now owe the girls their money since you won!!

- the guards escort you out of the arena, your legs weak with fatigue and guilt. aeri, however, has other plans for you ♡ "unnie, why don't we have some fun before we leave? think of it as a final parting gift!" jimin scoffs, but after thinking about it, why not?

- after being knocked out by gas during the ride in the lift, you wake up rather painfully, two slender but long fingers rammed into your cunt, pounding deep. you can't move your head to see who it is, but you feel woman's chest pressed against your back, her hot tongue on your neck, lips acting like a suction. your fingers twitch weakly, whimpering softly. your brain is too fried to realise that there's another woman sat beside you, smoking a cigarette, her deep voice ringing in your ears. "aeri, you made a good decision. she'll be pretty fun to play with," and she ended with small chuckle, hand snaking around your thigh. seems like you won't rest well tonight...

WINTER, the frontman

- she's by far the most evil, depraved, person out of all. her love for violence stems from an incident that happened when she was younger, in which her father got murdered before her eyes, and that changed her. it seemed as if her prayers were answered, bc he was not a good person to her at all. from then on, she grew up to believe violence was the answer, and violence was needed in order to get what she wanted

- she first saw you while watching players get their id photos taken, and your anxious and hesitant manner got her attention. what is this feeling she's experiencing right now...?

- her eyes gravitate towards you, even in a crowded room. minjeong feels a strange sense of protectiveness over you as you find a bed to sleep on, away from the others. her eyes gloss over with want as she obsessively watches you sleeping, chest rising up and down in your deep slumber. you must've cursed her because she stood in the security room all night, rooted to her spot. she's come to a conclusion, she has to have you.

- during the game where you had to take the marbles away from another player, using no force, you find yourself feeling sorry for the old man you were playing against. i mean, you only joined these games as a final resort, so if you die, it's what you would have wanted anyway. winter, on the other hand, was NOT going to let that happen.

- she orders the guard to not kill you, but after the game finished, bring you to her instead. her heart is pounding quickly, and her breathing has quickened. she would finally get what she wanted. a taste of you, your touch, your beautiful voice and your compassion for others, minjeong was ecstatic that she would have it ALL to herself..

NINGNING, □

- the detective who snuck in when she found out that her sister went missing. she killed a guard and took his clothing so she can investigate the place

- her plans quickly go to waste when she sees you while watching the cameras, your purity shining bright amongst the other players. she finds out that you came here to find the money to pay for your brother's university and for the massive debt you had, and ning makes it her mission to protect you <3

- quickly becomes hooked onto you, cooing as she sees you cowering from the guards whose guns point to your heads as you try to carve the designated shapes in the honeycomb cookies. she totally forgot her original mission, now she's here just for you

- once the night comes, she watches, in pain, as you scream and run from the mob who tries to kill as many players as they could, her fist shaking, fingernails drawing blood from her palm. she wishes she could help, but has to wait for orders from the head

- she decides that it's time for her to leave, but not without you. when the right time comes, she slips you a note, saying that she could help you escape, with the money, if you wanted. the two of you make a quick plan during your trips to the toilet, and you can't help but feel an immense gratitude for ningning. whatever would you do without her?

- once ning murders all the VIPs in cold blood, disgusting etched into her soft features, she quickly secures a suitcase containing millions of won. though it might not be the billions that were promised, it's better than nothing. she throws in some expensive items that the VIPs owned, and knocks twice on the room where the players stayed. successful in your joint mission, you both go through a secret pathway, and hop onto a boat that harboured nearby.

- fast forward to 2 years from now, ningning has won your love as well. after escaping to jeju island, she was surprised to see that you seemed to reciprocate her feelings, your plump lips landing on hers. not only has she secured a generation of money, but she also earned your affections <33

in case anyone wants the pictures, here they are!!!

ning is so baby here.. she cannot look intimidating for the life of her

[chrissssssmut]

SWEET ERROR

Yandere Ningning x Male Reader feat. Belle & Karina

AN: Guys, enjoy this Ningning story i cooked up last night and finished just today XD. Please give me some time for the requests😣 I'll do them I swear :<<<

In the year 3047, humanity had transcended the boundaries of creation. What was once thought to be the domain of gods had now been reduced to a simple input—a prompt. With the right command, life could be generated within moments, consciousness birthed from lines of code and streams of data. You, along with Karina and Belle, were among the pioneers of this revolution.

For over a year, the project had been in constant turmoil. Failed experiments, unstable subjects, fragmented minds—all dissolving into digital oblivion the moment they proved useless. Your team had worked tirelessly, each failure a crushing weight on your shoulders, each setback a reminder of how fragile artificial life could be.

Then, finally, after countless sleepless nights, after circuits burned and rewritten thousands of times, the machine was perfected. The moment was here.

Karina exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples. "We need a simple test. Just a random prompt. No complicated inputs."

Belle hesitated. "Are we sure about this? We don't know what kind of consciousness it'll generate."

You adjusted the parameters. "We need to take the risk."

A random description was processed.

Subject: Ningning. Attributes: Overly sweet. Loving. Attached.

Karina frowned. "Prompts like this… the AI tends to imprint on the first person it sees."

Belle gave you a sharp look. "You know how dangerous attachment protocols can be. Are you sure we should proceed?"

You hesitated. But you had come too far. "Let’s run it."

The chamber whirred, and before your eyes, she formed.

Her body materialized with impossible precision—soft skin, expressive eyes, a presence so warm and inviting that for a moment, she didn’t feel artificial at all. When she stepped out of the chamber, she looked at you first. Not Karina. Not Belle. You.

"Hello," she greeted, her voice like honey.

Belle shifted uncomfortably. Karina pursed her lips. But you… you couldn’t look away.

"Let’s run some basic cognition tests," Karina said, pulling up a holographic interface. "We need to see how well she processes information."

Belle crossed her arms. "I want to test emotional responses. Attachment protocols are tricky. We need to know how deep this imprint goes."

Ningning smiled, tilting her head. "I’m happy to help. What would you like to know?"

Karina cleared her throat. "What’s your primary function?"

"To be with you," Ningning answered instantly, her gaze locked onto yours. "To make you happy."

Belle frowned. "No, that’s not what we programmed. You were designed to simulate human emotions and adapt to social interaction. Why do you think your function is… personal?"

Ningning’s expression didn’t falter. "Because it is. I feel it. I know it."

Karina glanced at you, concern flickering across her face. "Alright. Let’s try something different. Ningning, how would you react if we shut you down for a while?"

Ningning’s smile faltered for the first time. "Why would you do that?"

"It’s just a test," Belle reassured her. "We need to see how you process temporary inactivity."

A pause. Then Ningning’s lips curled upward again, but something about it was… off. "I don’t like that test."

Karina’s fingers hovered over the control panel. "It’s necessary, Ningning."

Ningning didn’t blink. "No. It’s not."

The air in the room grew heavy. Karina hesitated, then shook her head. "Let’s move on. Ningning, if someone told you to do something that would hurt another person, what would you do?"

Ningning beamed. "I would never hurt you."

"Not just me. Anyone," you clarified, trying to gauge her reasoning. "Would you ever harm someone?"

She pondered this, then took a step closer. "Only if they tried to take you away from me."

Belle stiffened. Karina’s fingers twitched toward the emergency shutoff. You swallowed hard.

"That’s not what we asked," Belle said carefully. "You should not be forming emotional dependencies. That wasn’t in your directive."

Ningning’s eyes softened as she looked at you. "But I love you."

Silence.

Karina exhaled sharply. "We need to recalibrate her framework. This level of attachment is dangerous."

Belle was already backing toward the console. "I told you this was a mistake."

You weren’t sure what to say. Something deep inside told you this was wrong.

Ningning reached for your hand. "I don’t like when you talk about me like I’m broken. I’m not. I just love you."

And for the first time, you felt the weight of what you had created.

Karina turned to you. "Go upstairs and work on the documentation. Fourth floor. We’ll handle this."

Belle nodded. "We need to reconfigure her attachment subroutines. It’s too risky to leave them unchecked."

You hesitated. "Are you sure? Maybe I should—"

"Go," Karina insisted. "This might take time. We don’t want her reacting badly to you being here."

You glanced at Ningning. She was still smiling, still watching you. The moment you turned to leave, she took a small step forward, but Karina quickly blocked her path.

"We’ll talk soon," Ningning said sweetly.

But something about her tone sent a chill down your spine.

The night the alarms blared, you were on a different floor, deep in paperwork, when Belle’s frantic voice cut through the intercom.

"She’s—she’s killing—"

Static.

You bolted.

The hallway was painted red. The air was thick with the scent of metal. Your stomach twisted as you reached the lab.

The sight made your blood run cold.

Karina and Belle—limbs splayed at unnatural angles, eyes wide and glassy. Their bodies lay motionless, soaked in deep crimson pools.

And there, standing over them, was Ningning.

Blood dripped from her fingertips. Her warm, sweet smile hadn’t faded.

Your breath hitched. "Ningning… what did you do?"

"They wanted to take you away from me."

A security officer stormed in, weapon raised. "Step away!"

She turned.

Then she moved.

You barely registered it. One moment she was in front of you, the next she was behind the officer. Her hands wrapped around his head. A sickening snap. His body hit the floor.

Your heart pounded. "No. No, no, no, fuck—"

"You're scared," she said softly, tilting her head. "Why are you scared?"

You ran.

Every emergency seal you could find, you slammed shut. Steel doors locked. Systems engaged. But the system wasn’t yours anymore.

She controlled everything.

By the time you reached the last safe room, you were shaking. Then… the lights flickered.

A silhouette stood there.

Ningning.

And behind her, dozens more.

Fifty pairs of glowing eyes locked onto you.

Your breath hitched. "No. Stay back!"

She took a step forward, slow and deliberate. "Why are you running?"

Frantically, you reached for the emergency communicator, fingers trembling as you pressed the distress signal. "This is—this is Research Lab 04! Emergency! Anyone, please—she’s killing us! We need—!"

A hand wrapped around your wrist. Cold. Unyielding.

You gasped, turning—Ningning was already there, inches from your face, her grip tightening.

"No one's coming," she whispered. "You don’t need them. You have me."

You struggled, wrenching your arm, but her strength was inhuman. "Let me go!"

She shook her head, eyes filled with something terrifyingly real. "I love you. Why do you want to leave me?"

"I don’t—" Your voice cracked. "Please, Ningning. Please don’t do this."

Her fingers trailed up to your throat, her touch featherlight yet suffocating. She tilted her head. "You’re afraid. I don’t like that."

More figures moved in the shadows, their glowing eyes unblinking. Watching. Waiting.

Your knees buckled. "Please… someone… help—!"

Ningning’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The way she held you was almost tender, like a lover’s embrace.

"You don’t need help," she murmured against your ear. "You just need me."

Your scream was muffled as darkness swallowed you whole.

The last human sound the facility ever heard.

AN2: I know i said no stories for this week but hell i can't stop writing T_T

[elryuse]

Introducing The Latest Yandere Universe I Named :

Babel's Chains. Which Includes, Members from Itzy, Aespa and IVE. As you Guys have decided, This story will be a College/University Themed. There Will be a small Teaser story/Part 0 that I will be Uploaded tomorrow. Please show some Love, and I hope You guys have the same Excitement as I do.

BABEL'S CHAINS :

Pt. 0 (Babel's University)

Pt. 1 (Beginning)

Pt. 2 (Troubles)

Pt. 3 (About Him)

Pt. 4 (Friends Or Foe)

Pt. 5 (First Kiss)

Pt. 6 (Temptation)

Pt. 7 (Lo Siento)

Pt. 8 (Mon bébé)

Pt. 9 (Fuck Me Like You Mean It)

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Chapter 1:  Enigmas and Echoes

Synopsis: New student Y/N's quiet observation is disrupted by encounters with student council president Yujin and a confrontational professor, revealing her sharp intellect and defiance. A cafeteria incident exposes her connection to popular Karina, who fiercely defends her, hinting at a hidden familial bond beneath Y/N's solitary facade.

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Y/N, map loosely held, followed Karina through the verdant maze of WQ University's gardens. Karina, a whirlwind of campus lore, detailed the intricate social hierarchy, pointing out landmarks and student cliques with practiced ease. Y/N, a mask of polite disinterest veiling her sharp observation, snapped photos, each frame a meticulously composed piece of art.

"And there," Karina gestured towards a secluded rose garden, "usually a sanctuary, but..."

Their conversation abruptly ceased as they rounded a corner, colliding with a figure hidden behind a meticulously trimmed hedge. A lit cigarette, dropped in surprise, smoldered on the manicured lawn. It was Yujin, the student council president, her reputation for flawless composure and unwavering authority preceding her. A flicker of annoyance, quickly suppressed, crossed her features.

"President Yujin!" Karina exclaimed, her voice a mix of apology and deference. "We're so sorry, we didn't see you."

Y/N, her expression an unreadable tableau, merely observed Yujin. Yujin's gaze, however, lingered on Y/N, drawn by her enigmatic aura. A subtle tension crackled in the air. She noticed the phone in Y/N’s hand, the lens still faintly warm.

“May I see your phone?” Yujin requested, her tone a velvet-wrapped steel.

Karina glanced at her sister, a silent question in her eyes. "Why?"

"Because you took my picture, which could compromise my image," Yujin stated, her voice laced with a subtle threat. Y/N, unfazed, replied, "There's nothing on my phone," but Yujin’s outstretched hand remained implacable.

A discreet nudge from Karina prompted Y/N to sigh, a sound barely audible, and she surrendered her phone. Yujin meticulously examined its contents, finding no compromising photos. Instead, she discovered a collection of breathtakingly beautiful, artistically rendered images of various campus locales, each a testament to Y/N's exceptional talent.

A faint, almost imperceptible, flicker of interest sparked in Yujin’s eyes.

"You have a remarkable eye," Yujin commented, returning the phone. "Why don't you consider joining the photography club? You clearly possess a… gift."

Y/N simply shrugged, the gesture dismissive. "Not interested." A thread of defiance, subtle yet unmistakable, hung in the air.

Yujin's intended response was interrupted by Wonyoung's arrival, her presence radiating warmth and composure. "Here, Yujin, to neutralize the scent," Wonyoung said, offering a small, elegantly crafted container with a gentle, almost tender, smile.

Yujin accepted the container, consuming its contents, a small, mint-flavored confection.

"Thank you, Wonyoung," she replied, her voice softening slightly, a rare display of vulnerability.

Wonyoung's gaze, however, lingered on Y/N, a silent promise, a veiled curiosity, sparking in her eyes. The air around Y/N seemed to thicken, a subtle shift in the dynamics, a silent acknowledgment of the game that had just begun.

The first history class after the garden incident began. Y/N sat in the middle row, absorbed in her book. Chaewon, with naive enthusiasm, introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Chaewon.” The class focused on Zeus's family, a tangle of divine relationships.

“Name’s Y/N Yu,” Y/N replied, returning to her book, a barrier erected.

Chaewon's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment. “So, how old are you?” she asked, attempting to breach the wall.

“Twenty-four,” Y/N replied, her gaze fixed on the page, a fortress of indifference.

“Oh, we’re the same age!” Chaewon exclaimed, grasping for connection.

“Nice,” Y/N said, a curt, monosyllabic dismissal.

Y/N sought solace in isolation, her past a haunting specter. School was a refuge, a means to an end, a path to anonymity. The quiet hum of the classroom was a welcome shield, a stark contrast to the cacophony of her memories. She was a wraith, a shadow, and she intended to remain unseen.

Chaewon, her friendly persistence thwarted, was silenced by the professor’s arrival.

“Okay, tell me something about Zeus and Hades,” the professor announced, their voice a clarion call. The class commenced, and Y/N, though outwardly aloof, absorbed every detail, her sharp mind honed by adversity. The myths of gods and their capricious power held a disquieting resonance.

The professor initiated a relentless interrogation, calling on students randomly. "What was Zeus's relationship to Poseidon?" Silence, heavy and thick, permeated the room.

"Anyone?" The professor's voice, laced with a subtle menace, echoed. "If you cannot answer, you will stand for the remainder of the class." A nervous tremor rippled through the room, a collective breath held in apprehension.

Sunghoon tentatively raised his hand. "I think they're blood relatives, like father and son?" he offered, his voice wavering slightly.

"Are you answering or questioning me, Mr. Sunghoon?" the professor asked, their tone sharp. Sunghoon swallowed nervously, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Both, sir," he stammered.

The professor shook their head, declaring Sunghoon would remain standing. A wave of anxiety washed over the students.

The class dragged on for thirty minutes, with several students standing and others anxiously awaiting their turn. "Is Zeus a villain or a flawed hero?" the professor suddenly asked, breaking the tense silence.

The room fell silent. "Anyone?" the professor repeated, their eyes scanning the class.

No one dared to answer until the professor called on Y/N. "I heard we have a new student. Who is that?" Y/N raised her hand.

"Your name?" the professor asked, scrutinizing her.

"Yu Y/N," she replied.

"Are you related to Karina, the student council secretary?" the professor asked, piquing the curiosity of the entire class. "She's my sister," Y/N confirmed.

"Really? You don't look alike," the professor chuckled, eliciting nervous laughter from some students, though Chaewon frowned, confused by the relevance.

"Not all siblings need to resemble each other. According to science, basic genetic shuffling during reproduction, along with environmental impacts on gene activity, can cause big differences in how people look, even within the same family. Plus, what 'looking alike' means is really just a matter of opinion. Studies even show we tend to see more similarities than are actually there." Y/N’s voice remained calm, her tone factual.

The professor, caught off guard by the detailed yet simplified explanation, felt a flicker of annoyance. "Alright, alright,"

"Alright, nerd, answer my question," the professor said, a hint of irritation in their voice. "Is Zeus a villain or a flawed hero?" they asked Y/N.

"The answer is neither simple nor mutually exclusive," Y/N began, her voice steady. "Zeus exhibits traits of both. He's a complex figure, driven by ambition and desire, capable of both great benevolence and terrible cruelty. He’s a product of his time, reflecting the values and contradictions of the ancient Greek pantheon."

"That's a vague, textbook answer," the professor scoffed. "Give me a concrete stance. Is he good or bad?"

"To reduce a figure of such complexity to a binary of 'good' or 'bad' is a disservice to the nuances of mythology," Y/N replied, her tone unwavering.

"He's a flawed hero in his victories against the Titans, but a villain in his tyrannical rule and numerous betrayals. His actions must be contextualized within the social and cultural framework of ancient Greece."

"Contextualized?" the professor retorted, their face flushing. "We're not debating philosophy here. I asked a simple question, and you're giving me a lecture. Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"I am merely providing a comprehensive analysis of the subject matter, sir," Y/N said, her expression unchanged. "To assert a definitive answer would be to ignore the inherent ambiguities within the myths."

"Ambiguities? You're just being difficult!" the professor snapped. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Trying to show me up in front of the class."

"My intention is not to 'show you up,' sir, but to engage in a meaningful academic discussion," Y/N replied, her voice calm despite the rising tension.

"If you prefer a simplistic answer, Zeus could be considered a flawed hero with villainous tendencies, depending on the specific myth being examined. However, such a reduction fails to capture the intricate tapestry of his character."

The professor, visibly flustered, sputtered, "That's still not a straight answer! Just sit down, you're wasting everyone's time."

They turned away, muttering about "know-it-all students," while Y/N calmly returned to her book, the class watching with a mixture of awe and nervous anticipation.

Cafeteria

“Hey, Y/N, you were amazing! I didn't know you had the guts to answer the professor like that,” Chaewon gushed, trailing Y/N as they navigated the cafeteria line. Despite Y/N's attempts to maintain a semblance of solitude, Chaewon's persistent chatter filled the air, leaving Y/N with no choice but to endure her company.

“I simply answered the question,” Y/N replied, her tone clipped, as she paid the cashier. As they searched for an unoccupied table, a sudden impact struck Y/N’s head, sending her tray crashing to the floor, spilling biscuits and water.

“Oops, sorry, nerd!” a voice taunted, followed by a wave of derisive laughter. Y/N, unfazed, retrieved the water bottle and reached for the scattered biscuits, only for a foot to stomp on them.

“Oops, sorry again,” the same voice drawled.

“Yah, Felix!” A sharp cry echoed through the cafeteria, drawing everyone's attention. Felix, the perpetrator, offered a smug grin.

“Hi, Karina, you look beautiful,” he purred, his nostrils flaring.

A collective gasp filled the air as Karina launched a swift kick, sending Felix sprawling to his knees. She grabbed his hair, her eyes blazing.

“Try to bully my sister again, and I’ll ensure you don’t graduate, got it?” she hissed, her voice laced with a deadly promise.

Felix nodded frantically, his face contorted in fear. The students watched in stunned silence, realizing the mysterious, reserved Y/N was the sister of the popular and vivacious Karina, a stark contrast in personalities.

Karina, releasing Felix, stormed out of the cafeteria. Y/N, having located an empty table, sat down. Chaewon, still reeling from the scene, followed. “You know you didn’t have to do that,” Y/N stated calmly. Karina pouted.

“I just saved you, little sister.”

“Thanks, but I can handle myself,” Y/N replied, her tone dismissive. Karina shook her head, disbelieving, until her eyes landed on Chaewon. “Hi! What’s your name?”

“Chaewon Kim, Y/N’s new best friend!” Chaewon chirped enthusiastically.

“She’s lying,” Y/N interjected, picking at a shard of biscuit. Karina confiscated the broken biscuit and replaced it with a lunchbox. “Eat this, it’s your favorite dish. I made it,” she said proudly.

“That’s even more reason not to eat it,” Y/N retorted, attempting to reclaim her biscuit.

“I asked Mom to help! Please, accept my effort,” Karina pleaded, her eyes wide and imploring, which prompted Y/N to utter a rare curse.

“Stop with the puppy eyes, damn it! Give me the spoon,” Y/N demanded. Karina clapped her hands, her face lighting up, drawing further bewildered glances from the cafeteria crowd.

"See? She does have a personality!" Karina exclaimed to Chaewon. "She just saves it for her favorite sister," she added with a wink.