#monsta x as yanderes

[fics-lovebot]

I love angsty fics, I really do.

But not "my dog died" or "I feel insecure" kinda angst. I'm talking about the cheating, the break up, the suffering, the tears, the begging, the pining, the stalking, the obsession UGHHHH, love me a fic where he fucked up and now has to do the most to get her back, it gives me a serotonin boost

[iveneverbeenhere]

❤️🍒 I am a god ❤️🍒

Summary: 🍒You fell asleep after the Nightclub fire. What do you do when suddenly your best friend, Hyungwon shows up covered in blood? 🍒

Genre: ❤️Hyungwon x reader, Jennifer Check! Hyungwon x Needy! Gn! Reader, reader has boobs, suggestive, Dead Dove Do Not Eat(?) ❤️

CW: 🍒Blood, mentions of assault with Hyungwon, Actual assault from Hyungwon, he chokes reader out, toxic behavior from Hyungwon, he’s an asshole, Sexual Assault‼️‼️‼️, very dubious consent in this one boys🍒

A/N: I FINALLY WROTE FOR MY ULT GROUP 😭

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Bump-bump-bump

Bump-bump-bump

Your body rustles under the sheets while your eyes remain shut.

Bump-bump-bump

You can feel your irises move under your eyelids as you dive deeper into your blankets.

Bang-bang-bang

You forcibly open your eyes. You take a deep, groggy sigh as you check your phone. 2 A.M. Who could it be at this hour?

Bang-bang-bang

The thought hits you…no way…it couldn’t be—you rush down the stairs in a frenzy. Your sleep-striven body cannot match your alert mind as you nearly trip and fall nearly every step. You hold onto the railings for balance. It wouldn’t be the first time Hyungwon has shown up unannounced in the middle of the night, but this time is different. He must have been in trouble.

Bang-bang-bang

You stop for a moment to catch your breath; the sound of the doorknob jingling back and forth brings you back to reality. It starts again—bang-bang-bang. The door shakes as the doorknob rattles repeatedly. You can feel his large outline through your old wooden door. You lay your hand on the doorknob and the noise comes to a screeching halt. He knows you’re there. You slowly unturn the lock as you cautiously open the door. Your eyes widen.

“Hyungwon?”

There stands the once beautiful boy you knew—covered in blood. He leans to one side as if holding the statuesque height he flaunted every day was burdensome. The white linen trench coat that his mom had bought for him on his birthday and his favorite black jeans—stained crimson. Splatters of blood paint him like a Pollock painting. His pristine coat colored a mixture of light pink and brown from where the blood and dirt had soaked into the fabric; especially near his forearms, like he had been forcibly dragged through the ground. His once whole jeans were ripped asymmetrically to show the cherry bruises on his pale knees and thighs. You could see the bits of dirt and gravel that clung to his white skin making it look like he dug himself from the grave.

“Jesus Christ…What happened?”

He stares at you absentmindedly; his hair which he spent all night combing and prodding at to get the perfect look was disheveled. Debris, water, and blood mixed giving it a dull sheen as flyaways and frizz surrounded his scalp. Bits of the blood-water dribbled down his bangs onto his face as he continued to stare numbly. His eyes were pink and puffy. You could see small cuts near the edges of his face. His plump lips which never held a flaw in them were suddenly dry with large cracks. There was a swollen bump on the end of his mouth that oozed blood from his mouth. He looked like he had been in a fight. When your question reaches him—he smiles. Not his usual modelesque smile that held a thin sense of scorn and superiority; one that only a boy named the Snowflake King could carry unquestioned, but a toothy smile colored by blood and bits of grass and dirt.

“Hyungwon,” you pause. You eye him worriedly. A sharp pang of guilt lodges itself into your stomach like a butcher’s knife. You should have never left him alone; he always said that he was better with you; that he makes dumb decisions when you aren’t around. You’re the brains and he’s the appeal. So, why was he so adamant about leaving with that band then?

“What—what did those guys do to you?”

He quickly loses his smile and pushes you away. He stalks into your kitchen. You tentatively follow him; he’s not right. Something must have happened for him to come back…like this. Suddenly, you see the artificial light of your fridge as Hyungwon opens it. He haphazardly throws his long limbs into your fridge like the tyrant he always was.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened? At least, where you’ve been?” You try to scold him, but it mostly comes out like a shaky plea for control.

He pays you no mind as he grabs the rotisserie chicken from your fridge. He throws it on the ground and claws at it like a wild animal. He chews and chomps like a starved man as he kneels on your kitchen floor. You shakily kneel to his level as you watch him. From this angle, you can see more details. His eyes were bloodshot as though he’d been crying—Blood smeared across his neck and underneath his jaw—his silk black button down that had chastely buttoned because “no one likes a cheap skank” looked to be ripped open, showing his well-defined chest. Mud speckled his cheeks, bangs, and hands; underneath his once perfectly manicured nails was a deep brown- almost blackish substance. It looked as though he had been trying to crawl out of somewhere.

“Woonie—I—I think you need to go to—“

Before you could finish your pathetic plea, he let out an animalistic scream; a scream that no person could have, should have, been able to make.

Your back hit your kitchen island. The sweat dripped down your brow as you felt your heartbeat rise. What the fuck did that band do to him?

Soon after, he began to violently choke. As if the food were poisonous. He gagged and retched to get the food out; his body heaved with every pitchy gasp it took. You slowly crawled toward him; he needed help after all. The boy who never needed help needed you at this moment. In his body's last-ditch effort to rid himself of the meal, he spewed a black bile. A forceful stream came out that stopped you in your tracks. It felt as though it would never end as it permeated your pajama bottoms and his old t-shirt that he insisted you wear. It smelled putrid—like a body melting in hot tar. It was sticky and looked to almost move. He curled into himself as he finished; he crossed his shaking arms around his chest as he violently trembled. His vertebrae awkwardly bent into the circle shape he had made himself into. His whole body creaked anciently as he shook like a scared child. You almost couldn’t believe it; the boy who you had grown up with and seen grow into a beautiful, popular man had never looked more pathetic. You stared at him unable to function nor process what had just happened; then he snapped his head to look at you. The black bile dripped from his mouth as he looked dazed. As if he were a beast and you had waltzed into his trap.

“Woonie?”

He smiled again. His teeth presented a greyish hue as his eyes bore holes in you. This smile looked sharper as he pierced into you. He eyed you hungrily as his canines showed; they looked far sharper before and that terrified you. The danger hit you in that moment; you gathered all the strength you had and tried to run. Your slippers stuck and slipped in his black puddle as you grabbed your island and counter for support. You didn’t know why, but you needed to get away from him. In that split moment, you felt your back slam into the wall. A sharp pain spread through as you made contact with the hard maple wood. You could already feel the bruise forming. There he stood, Hyungwon. The Hyungwon who you had left the house with earlier that night to go drinking with. The Hyungwon who spent hours at your house studying for exams. The Hyungwon who never denied the allegations of you two dating even though he only ever called you his best friend. The Hyungwon who left you after the fire at the club to stay with a rock band. The Hyungwon who had again become a scared boy with his shuddering body and shaking pupils once the fire took down the old pub. He stood there with his hand on your throat against the wall; staring through you as if he could swallow you whole in a second. He squeezed at your neck cutting off circulation as you cried in agony. You felt the bruise birth as your windpipe burned and your smaller hands clawed at his. You wheezed and cried as you begged,

“Woonie—please—I can’t breathe—“

He released the pressure; it was typical of him to only ever listen to you when it seemed like he was about to lose you. His hand holds enough space to where you have enough air to breathe, but he can still feel your pulse. Your life was still in his hands. He tilted his head. He eyed you again as he slowly began to fiddle with your neck. Making light squeezes as if it were a toy. His nimble fingers began to move lower. He gently traced the line of your collarbone and shoulders; down to your shaking arms then back up to your collar. He flatted his palm on the bone as he slid it down to your chest. He felt your heartbeat.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump

He slid and slid until he felt your breast over his old t-shirt. He had long since outgrown it in middle school, but refused to throw it out. He had you keep it as a gift, even though you didn’t even like the band it was from. He said you should be grateful since he rarely gifted you anything. You were paralyzed in fear; unable to comprehend what he would do if you attempted to fight back or said no. He groped you as he saw fit as he breathed heavily into your neck. He rubbed his cheek back and forth against your hair. He had always loved your hair; hating it whenever you said you were going to cut it or dye it. You told him that he just had trouble with change. He scowled at you and refused to talk to you the whole night. He inhaled your scent and closed his eyes. He lifted his head slowly; you could feel his breath tickling your ears. It felt icy cold as though he’d been locked in an industrial freezer. You felt tears burn your eyes as you tried to grip the wall and found nothing in return. A sickness pooled into your stomach as he continued breathing and sliding his hand lower down your abdomen until it hit the waistline of your pajama pants. Your nails scraped the old wood of the wall as you waited for something, anything. His fingers traced the straps of your pants slowly; since he had met you in kindergarten and had your first sleepover in the 2nd grade he hated them. He called it ugly and tacky when he was little, but now as an adult, he says things like

“ It suits someone like you.”

“It’s…quaint.”

“It’ll grow on me..one day.”

Tentatively, he slipped one finger into the waistband slowly rubbing against your bare skin. He adds another and another as your stomach quivers with each addition. He circles the sides of your underwear; pulling and snapping the fabric back to your skin then moving away to caress your goosebump-ridden thighs. You could have sworn you felt one of his fingers slip underneath the leg band. What is he doing and why wouldn’t he stop? He answered you quickly as he grabbed your heat in his hand. You felt yourself involuntarily twitch out of something akin to fear as you stared at him. He paid you no mind as he continued to press himself closer and closer to you; never once did his hand leave.

“Are you scared?” He purred with escalating ecstasy. You could feel a growing hardness between his legs. It poked your thighs through the slim fabric leaving a searing heat on your flesh. It felt as though he was trying to rub himself on you; as though he was attempting to steal your warmth from the source.

The tears cascaded down your face as you choked out an inconsolable “yes”

He looked up to face you as your body wracked itself in sobs. Your chest heaving as you looked at him through bleary eyes. He led ever closer with half lidded eyes; his nose brushing against yours as the faint smell of blood and bile reached your running nostrils. He leaned in as close as he could get until…he stopped. You open a teary eye as he stands there, wiping your tear stained cheeks with the bottom of his dirty button down. He has a solem, borderline remorseful look in his eyes. The slightest pout to be seen on his lips. You go to reach for him for comfort. He was always there to rely on, even if he was the one who hurt you.

“Woonie..?”

You’re suddenly bashed back into the wall as he backs away. You lay defenseless on the ground shivering in fear. You begin to sob again.

“Hyungwon?”

In that moment he’s long gone, leaving the door open.

❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒

Something’s possessing her, oh, I need Jennifer

[sanaxo-o]

Mine To Love

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[l0v3rrrrr]

DEDICATED

Pairing - yan!fanboy!yoo kihyun x male!idol!reader Warnings - yandere, obsessive love, abusive relationship dynamics, stalking, etc. Word Count - 4.4k

A life like yours never really slowed down. As a solo artist you had to do just as much as any idol group did but with all the weight and pressure to be perfect on your shoulders alone. The best way to describe it was stressful, and even that didn't fully cover it. Needless to say, as thrilled as you were to give back to your fans, you were exhausted.

But that doesn't mean you wouldn't continue to be stretched as thin as possible.

There you were, sat down at the backside of a long white table, sharpies lined up next to you and ready for use. Another fan-signing event to be added under your belt of hundreds.

It didn't take long for things to get started. Your manager giving you the signal to start the speech that you made each time you did something like this. It was basic formalities, a greeting and brief explanation of how things would be working before exclaiming how excited you were to meet them all. Que the cheers and things were officially underway.

The first few fans approached the table, eyes wide with awe, clutching posters and albums like sacred relics. You gave them each a few seconds longer than the staff might’ve liked. You’d always hated the rushed feeling, the conveyor belt of gratitude. These were the people who kept you going, who memorized your lyrics, who saw you through a screen and still believed they knew you.

You smiled, just like always. Bright, genuine, at least, that’s how it had to look. Years of practice had taught you how to tuck the fatigue behind your eyes, how to keep the tremble out of your voice no matter how little sleep you got the night before. You waved at the crowd, your fingers aching slightly as you lifted your hand. Another fan, another signature, another carefully curated conversation under the watchful eyes of your management team.

A young girl stepped up, probably no older than sixteen, hands shaking as she passed you a handwritten letter. Her eyes brimmed with tears before she even spoke. "You helped me through so much," she whispered. "Your music… it saved me"

You blinked, the smile still on your face, but something behind your ribs twisted. It always hit a little too close, hearing that. Because they didn’t know how often you needed saving too.

You thanked her softly, fingers brushing hers as you took the letter and set it gently beside you. You made eye contact, just for a moment longer than usual. Just enough to make her feel seen. And then the staff gently ushered her along.

Another fan. Another moment.

And still, the line stretched on.

The monotony of it all was starting to get to you. It always did. The same thing over and over again made it hard to be genuine, not that you had started off the night that sincere to begin with, but it made you feel guilty. They spent all this money, took time out of their day, and waited in this huge line just for what felt like a half-assed interaction on your part.

Slowly but surely the line started winding down. A bit of a boost of energy sparked through your veins as you could finally spot the end of the crowd. End was in sight, as bad as that sounds.

But then you saw him.

He stood out. Not in any obvious way. He wasn’t waving or crying or clutching your latest album to his chest. In fact, he barely moved at all. Just stood there, calm and stiff in the middle of a group of excited fans, like he was waiting in a grocery line instead of one to meet his favorite artist.

He had on a plain black hoodie, the hood pulled low over his forehead, and his hands were tucked in his pockets. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes didn’t blink nearly enough. You weren’t even sure he had blinked since you first noticed him.

For some reason, he made your skin prickle.

It was subtle, easy to write off, maybe you were just tired. Maybe the fluorescent lighting was finally starting to mess with your head. But still, your fingers tightened slightly around the sharpie in your hand as the line inched forward, fan by fan, bringing him closer.

When he finally stepped up, it was quiet. No squeal of excitement, no wide eyes. Just a simple nod as he slid a photo across the table toward you. Not the usual glossy promotional one, though.

It was a candid.

A picture of you, off-stage. No makeup. Phone in hand. Walking out of a side door to one of your recent hotels.

Your heart skipped a beat. You kept your face neutral. You tried to think back, questioning if you had seen any paparazzi around in that moment. Everything came back blank in the face of this stranger.

“Where… did you get this?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light as you looked back up at him. He had a soft face framed by wispy brown locks. He could have been an idol himself with his visuals. But for some reason something about his appearance felt off. Maybe it was how his dark brown eyes were so well trained on yours, or how his hair was just slightly disheveled. Something was wrong.

He smiled then. Just a small one. Just enough.

“Found it online. You looked nice.” He was lying. He had to be. Sure, there was no way to know every single photo of you that was out there with the thousands in circulation. But something was screaming at you that what he said wasn't true.

You stared at the image for a second longer before your manager subtly cleared his throat from a few steps away. You were taking too long again. You gave a mechanical laugh, pretending it was some kind of inside joke you didn’t get. Signed the photo quickly, even though your hands were suddenly clammy.

He didn’t move to take it back. Staring through you.

Your manager began to approach, tired of waiting for you to end things yourself. Before you could be reprimanded you lifted the photo up to him. It was his turn to graze his fingertips against yours. The touch sent shivers up your spine and left goosebumps in it's wake.

“I’ll see you again,” he said quietly, like it was a promise. And then he walked off, disappearing into the thinning crowd like smoke.

Your manager leaned in behind you, his voice low. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, too fast.

“Yeah,” you said. “Just tired.”

But your eyes flicked back to the crowd.

And this time, you weren’t sure the exhaustion was the only thing gnawing at your nerves.

-

You were on tour now. City to city, stage to stage, hotel to hotel. Everything blurred together into one endless stream of flashing lights, screaming crowds, and late-night rehearsals. You hadn’t really been home in weeks, not that "home" ever felt real anymore. Just a place where your things lived while you chased everything else.

You didn’t think about him often.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But sometimes, when the hallway lights in a hotel flickered, or when your driver took just a little too long to show up, his face would creep into the back of your mind. The soft smile. The calm stare. The way he said he’d see you again.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. Just another weird fan interaction. You’d had plenty before.

But this one lingered.

It was after your third show in Osaka when things started to feel wrong.

You were alone backstage, sipping from a water bottle and trying to work the ache out of your legs. The staff had filtered out, busy packing up or getting ahead of tomorrow’s logistics. For once, you had a rare sliver of quiet.

Then your phone buzzed.

A message.

Unknown number:

You looked beautiful in the blue today. That color suits you more than the stylists realize.

Your stomach dropped. You were wearing blue. A flowy, cropped stage top they’d picked just hours ago. You hadn’t posted yet. No one had.

You didn’t reply. Just locked the screen and tossed the phone facedown on the table.

Breathe.

It was probably someone on staff. A stylist maybe. A dancer playing a weird joke. You told yourself a dozen lies in under five seconds. None of them stuck.

The next day, another message.

You sing like you’re sad. Are you sad? I’d know if you were.

This time, it came with a photo.

A blurry one. Taken from the side of the building. A view only someone standing outside would’ve had. It showed your dressing room window with the lights still on.

You were in it.

Barely. A silhouette. But undeniably you.

Your manager saw your face after the receiving the message. You didn’t even have to say anything. He took your phone gently from your hands and told you he’d handle it. Tight-lipped. Serious.

But even as he left the room, muttering something about “security” and “private investigators,” you weren’t sure it would matter.

Because somehow, in the back of your mind, you knew it wasn’t over.

You knew he meant it now, when he said he’d see you again.

And this time, he might not bother waiting in line.

-

You hadn’t blocked the number.

Not yet, anyway.

He watched the read receipt light up on his burner screen. A soft thrill curled through him, not excitement. No, this was something deeper. Satisfaction, maybe. The kind that bloomed when everything was going exactly the way he wanted it to.

You were rattled. He could tell.

He’d seen it on your face after the show. The way you’d scanned the crowd just a little more urgently. Your smile faltered for half a second too long when a fan in the front row held up a handmade sign. You were beginning to understand.

You had to.

He hadn’t meant to scare you, not really. It was just that you didn’t see him. Not at first. Not the way he saw you.

He’d been watching you long before that fan-signing event. Long before the music videos and the world tours. Back when you were still posting blurry phone videos of your songs in your childhood bedroom. When you were real. Before they polished you into something glossy and untouchable.

He liked you better back then. But it was okay. He could fix it. He could bring you back.

The security around you was better now. Your manager barely left your side. The hotel staff were tighter-lipped, the entrances locked, your schedule more obscured. But it didn’t matter.

He always found a way.

-

You told yourself to breathe.

The messages had stopped, at least for now, but the feeling they left hadn’t gone anywhere. You couldn’t shake the sensation that you were constantly being watched, like a pair of eyes had latched onto your skin and refused to look away.

You started checking the locks. Triple-checking, really. You no longer opened the curtains in your hotel rooms. You stopped taking the side exits your staff once used to sneak you out quietly, the photo being a stark reminder it wasn't as private as you thought. It felt like being hunted.

But what scared you most was the silence.

It had been two weeks since the last message.

And it was somehow worse than when they were coming regularly.

Your manager had reported it all. The label beefed up your security, switched hotels last minute, started escorting you out of soundchecks like you were the president of a country. But it didn’t feel like enough.

Not when you started finding flowers.

The first one had been in your dressing room. A single white tulip in a plain glass bottle, no note. No one saw anyone bring it in, not even the interns.

The second was left outside your hotel door.

Now, it was becoming a pattern.

You didn’t know whether to scream or stay quiet. Maybe if you said nothing, it would go away. Or maybe that’s what he wanted.

You were starting to feel sick.

-

You’d been warned not to go out alone.

But you were tired. Tired of handlers, of drivers, of being followed by security like a child with scissors in his hands. And besides, it was late. The streets were quiet. You’d only stepped out to get air, to remind yourself you were still a real person in a real world and not just a product wrapped in glitter and vinyl.

You pulled your hoodie low over your brow, mask up, earbuds in but with no music playing. just a buffer. Enough to make people think you weren’t paying attention.

You were.

You always were now.

The alley behind the cafe was dim, washed in the kind of orange glow that made everything look sleepy and surreal. It was the kind of hidden spot you used to sneak off to before the debut, back when anonymity came easy and no one looked at you like you were more than a name.

You didn’t hear him approach.

But when you turned, he was already there. Leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting for hours. Same hoodie. Same eyes. Same quiet, terrifying calm.

Your heart didn’t race. It dropped. Just sank into your stomach like a stone.

“You...” you said. Useless, but it was the only thing your mouth could form.

He didn’t smile at first. Just stared at you for a second too long. Then, slowly, there it was. That same unnerving softness tugging at his mouth like he knew something you didn’t.

“I told you I’d see you again,” he murmured, like it was a reunion and not a confrontation.

-

There you were.

Up close again. Real again.

You looked even better without the lights on you, tired, yes, a little gaunt around the edges, but real. Not airbrushed. Not scripted. The way you were meant to be.

You hadn’t run. You could’ve. Could’ve screamed, could’ve called for help. But you didn’t.

“You’re not safe,” he started softly. “They don’t keep you safe like they say they do.”

You flinched. Barely. But he saw it.

Good.

“Every time I see you,” he continued, stepping closer, “you look less like you. They’ve hollowed you out. You know it too.” He didn't miss they way you twitched at the movement.

You tensed like you were ready to swing, but didn’t. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

And maybe you hated this. Maybe you hated him.

But you were still listening.

That was all he needed.

He pulled something from his pocket, not a knife, not a weapon like you probably thought. But a photo.

You, smiling. Off-stage. A candid. From years ago.

He held it out gently.

“I just want you back,” he whispered. “The real you. The one they’re trying to erase.”

-

You stared at the photo, barely able to process it.

It was you. Long before the fame. It was a shot from your university campus, one you didn’t even remember being taken. You looked young. Stupidly happy.

You took a step back. Your throat was dry.

“You’ve been watching me since then?”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. The silence confirmed everything.

And in that moment, you realized it wasn’t just obsession. It wasn’t even about your music. He had made you his.

Years ago.

Before you ever even knew to be afraid.

The photo shook slightly in his hands.

You hadn’t even noticed you were trembling until then, until the streetlamp flickered above and cast his face in a warped, golden hue. He was still holding the picture like it was fragile. Like you were fragile.

Your voice came out low, raw, still utterly lost despite it all becoming more clear. “You’ve been following me… since before I debuted?”

He nodded. Not ashamed. Not proud. Just honest.

“I’ve always loved you.”

Your chest tightened, like the words hit some pressure point you didn’t even know existed.

“That’s not love,” you said. “You don’t know me.”

“I do.” His voice was soft. Too soft. “More than anyone else ever will.”

You took a step back, but he mirrored it, forward, slow, careful, like he was approaching a scared animal. Not to trap it. Not to hurt it.

To hold it.

“I watched you grow. Not just the stages. The in-betweens. The lonely parts. I know when your smile is real and when it’s the one they taught you to wear. I know how your voice cracks just a little when you're close to tears but you sing through it anyway.”

“Stop—” Your voice broke. “You think that’s love? That’s not love, you're obsessed”

He didn’t flinch at your words. “Maybe. But what I feel when I see you… it’s more real than anything I’ve had in my life.”

-

You hated him.

He could see it in your eyes, how they darted to the alley entrance, how your shoulders tensed like you were waiting to bolt. But you were still here. Still listening.

That meant something.

It had to.

“Do you know how hard it is to watch someone you love burn themselves out for people who will never really care?” he whispered. “They only love the pieces of you they can touch. The image. The voice. But I see all of you.”

You didn’t respond.

The silence between you stretched, thick and fragile like a thread about to snap.

So he stepped closer, almost within reach now, the photo still trembling between his fingers.

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I just… I wanted to remind you of who you were before they turned you into someone you don’t even recognize.”

He lifted the photo, holding it between you like an offering. “You were happy then. I want that for you. I want to protect you from all of this.”

His hand hovered, fingers itching to touch your sleeve.

“I know it’s wrong the way I’ve done this. But please… let me in. Even just a little. I’m not your enemy.”

-

His words hit like a knife made of velvet. They were soft. They sounded beautiful. Almost convincing.

And that’s what made it so terrifying.

Because for half a second, just one, something inside you wanted to believe him. To believe someone loved the version of you that no one else remembered. The one that came before the stages and the cameras. The one even you were starting to forget.

But then the image of your dressing room window came to mind, the messages, the flowers, the silence. You couldn’t ignore what it all really was.

You took a careful breath.

“I want you to leave me alone.”

His eyes changed.

Not rage. Not even sadness. Just heartbreak. Cracked and quiet and suddenly very, very human.

He stepped back, just once. Just enough that the space between you felt like something more than air. The photo was still in his hand, but now it trembled for a different reason. “You don’t mean that,” he said, but it came out small. Shaken. “Not really” You held his gaze. Forced yourself to stay steady even as your pulse pounded like a drumline in your ears.

“I do,” you said. “Whatever you think this is… it’s not real. You don’t know me. You know about me. There’s a difference.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

The streetlamps buzzed faintly overhead, the only sound between you besides the shallow hitch of his breath. “I know you’re scared,” he said finally, voice brittle around the edges. “But if you could just see it from my side, if you just let me—”

“I don’t want to see it,” you cut in, sharper now. “I don’t want you watching me. Following me. Sending messages. Leaving things. Stop”

His expression fractured. A twitch at the corner of his mouth, the flicker of something too fast to catch behind his eyes. The soft exterior didn’t vanish completely, but it cracked like porcelain, letting something colder seep through.

Then he took a step forward. You instinctively shifted back. But he didn’t stop.

“You don’t mean that,” he said again, firmer this time. “You’re just tired. You’ve been under too much pressure for too long. I understand. I really do.”

Your pulse thundered. “Stop. Don’t come closer.”

He froze, hands half-raised like he was trying to show he wasn’t a threat. But his eyes didn’t match the gesture. They were locked on yours with laser focus. Unshakable. Unhinged.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, voice low, coaxing. “But that fear? It’s because you’ve been lied to. Conditioned to think that love looks like distance. Cold contracts and PR smiles and fake security. I’m not like them.”

“You don’t know me,” you snapped, the fear leaking into your voice now, a sharp edge of desperation.

“I do,” he insisted, his voice rising, losing its composure. “I know the way your eyes linger on the crowd after a show because you’re afraid no one really sees you. I know the exact moment your voice almost cracked during that acoustic set in Seoul because you hadn’t slept the night before. I watched the interview where you smiled too hard because your manager was just off camera glaring at you.”

Each example made your skin crawl. How much had he seen? How long had he been watching?

“You shouldn’t know that,” you whispered.

He stepped closer.

“I had to. No one else was paying attention. Not really. Not the way I do. You think they love you? Those fans? They just want pieces of you. The songs. The selfies. The illusion.” His voice dropped, low and intimate. “But I want you whole.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. You could feel your back nearly brushing the brick behind you now. No more steps to take.

“You need help,” you said quietly. “Real help.”

He smiled at that. Not amused. Not kind.

Pitying.

“No. You do.” Another step. The air between you charged, electric with something you couldn’t name. “I’ve been patient,” he murmured. “I gave you time. I let you go back to your little tours, your schedule, your fake world. But I see it in your eyes, you’re breaking. Every day, a little more.”

You flinched when his hand lifted, slow, like he was reaching for your face, but you turned your head, pressing your back to the wall of the alleyway you were now trapped in. Still, his fingers hovered just inches away. Close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

“I could fix it,” he whispered. “I could fix you. If you’d just let me.”

“Don’t touch me.”

Something twisted further in his expression. His hand dropped, but he didn’t back away.

“You say that now,” he said, more to himself than to you. “But someday soon, when everything crashes down, when you realize they never really loved you, you’ll remember this. Me. And you’ll know I was the only one who ever saw the real you.” You tried to push past him, but he stepped in front again, blocking you. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quickly. “But I can’t let you keep living like this. You're drowning. And no one else is reaching in to pull you out.”

“You are not saving me!” you snapped, louder now, panic blooming in your chest.

His jaw clenched.

And for the first time, the softness shattered completely.

“That’s the problem,” he hissed, eyes darkening. “You don’t know what’s good for you.” The alley around you felt smaller now. The walls taller. The shadows thicker. You were trapped between a man who thought he loved you and the version of yourself he’d invented in his head. And somehow, that felt more dangerous than any stranger with a weapon.

Because he didn’t want to destroy you. He wanted to keep you.

You had to do something. Anything to keep him calm. To buy time. To make him think you weren’t going to bolt the second you had a chance.

So you forced your voice to steady and said the first thing that came to mind. “What’s your name?”

That made him pause.

His brows twitched, confusion flickering through his features like you’d just handed him a puzzle with the final piece missing. Then, slowly, it melted into something like awe. And for a moment, he almost looked bashful. You didn’t respond to his expression. Just stared, heart pounding in your throat.

“…Kihyun,” he said finally. “My name is Kihyun.”

You nodded, trying to keep your breathing even. “Okay. Kihyun. You’re not just some nameless person in the crowd now. I see you.”

His eyes widened slightly, like that meant more to him than it should’ve. Like you’d just said I love you instead of please don’t hurt me.

And that’s when he reached out.

Slowly. Like he didn’t want to startle you. Like he wanted this to feel mutual.

He brushed your wrist.

You tried not to flinch, but his fingers wrapped around you gently, holding your arm with just enough pressure to let you know he could grip harder if he wanted to.

His thumb traced the inside of your wrist. Slowly. Reverently.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly. You were. You hadn’t even realized how bad it had gotten. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” Kihyun whispered, taking another step in. “I know it’s scary. Change always is. But this? Us? This is inevitable.” He leaned in, just a little closer. His voice dropped to something tender.

“The way you say my name...” His voice sounded like he was breathless. His hand slid from your wrist to your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’ve imagined what your skin would feel like a thousand times,” he said quietly. “But this, it’s even better.”

You could feel the heat of his body now, far too close. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was anchoring. Like he was holding something precious. Like letting go would be a mistake he couldn’t afford.

Your breath hitched as he tilted his head.

“And now you know mine,” he whispered. “Now it’s real.” His free hand lifted toward your cheek.

And you had a choice to make, push him away and risk escalation or let him think you were still listening. Still reachable. Still his. You had never experienced what fight or flight felt like before, but now, the aching feeling of escape allowed you to know which you would choose instinctively.

You had to get away from this lunatic

[mymoodwriting]

Mine To Love

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Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay… But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[slutforleeminhyuk]

Hi guys I'm Laura. I'm 20 years old(turning 21 this april).

I have noticed there's literally zero mature fanfics on monsta x😭. I've noticed only there are only mxm but never member x reader. So from now on I'm gonna start writing for monsta x. I'm an ot7 Stan.

What I would write:

Yandere

Non con/dub con

Smut

Hardcore

Kinks(I don't kink shame)

Cnc

Fluff

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🎀𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒🎀

Hello Dear! For my very first post i would like to define exactly what I will be posting and my rules.

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒🎀

I will be posting drabbles, scenarios, and reactions. Writing is mainly the point of this blog, but I’m definitely open to discussing topics like culture, politics, fashion, but not that often. I also will only post in English. It seems simpler to just post in one language, but you can request things and talk to me in another language, as long as it’s one I understand(see my bio). Also, because there is a pretty big chance of me posting nsfw content, I want NO MINORS to be interacting with NSFW content.

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜🎀

I will write about most genres and scenarios, but here are some I can definitely do:

Genres( like blank!character x reader, or character x reader{fluff}, or character reaction to blank)

~NSFW

~Smut(limited will be explained)

~Fluff

~Angst

~Crack(maybe)

~Yandere(limits will be explained)

~Tsundere

~Basically all the deres, lol

~ooh almost forgot, I will write for any gender and specified pronouns! If you have a specific way you want yourself to be referred to(like size, features, race, ethnicity, personality), make sure to include that!

Characters/People:

~SEVENTEEN(ot13)

~Twice

~Viviz

~Monsta x(ot 7, Wonho will always be apart of monsta x to me😭)

~IVE(no smut for minor members)

~NCT

~AOT(all characters)

~Kakegurui(no smut for minor characters)

~Haikyuu(no smut for minor characters)

~Madoka Magica(no smut for minor characters)

~Howl Pendragon

~No Face

~Barbie

~Ken

~Alan

~Literally any Ryan Gosling character

~Patrick Bateman

~Leon Kennedy

~Ada Wong

~Claire Redfield

~Chris Redfield

~Jill Valentine

~Ethan Winters

~Mia Winters

~The Baker family(minus evelyn)

~Lady Dimistrescu

~Bella, Cassandra, and Daniella

~Mother(mommy) Miranda

~Carl Heisenberg

~Ryu(street fighter)

~Ken(street fighter)

~Cammy

~Chun-li

~Vega

~Luke Sullivan

~Cody Travers

~Basically any SF character that isn’t a minor(it’s way to many to list💀)

~TF2

~Red Dead Redemption

~Horror Movie characters(I’ll look them up if idk, and see)

~XQC(he’s annoying as shit but he’s a cutie)

~Hasanabi

~Jerma985

~Ludwig Ahgren

~QTCinderella

~Joel

~Vinny

~Ster

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒🎀

Here’s some things I will NOT do:

~Rape(self explanatory)

~Nothing too freaky(peepee poopoo stuff💀, feet)

~Smutt or anything remotely sexual for a minor(character or real person)

~Su*cide(self explanatory)

~Overly descriptive gore(yes I will write about death, murder, and injury, but nothing over the top and super descriptive)

Hooray You made it to the end! I will be posting on my own accord, but feel free to request anything that’s on the list. I will try my best to get to any request, but I am a busy college student(yay psychology😒). I do apologize in advance for any bad grammar, English isn’t my first language but I think I do pretty well.

🎀𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇🎀

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I draw the line at eating ass,, I'm sorryy but I ain't reading anything about nOBODy eating ass

[o-ochangx]

"minhyuk! where have you been all night? i was worried sick.." i ran up to the male who had just entered the house. "we're roommates, you have to tell me when you're going out for a longer time" i hesitated whether to go for a hug or not; ending up awkwardly putting my arms around him and quickly letting go, coughing nervously and looking away.

"anyways, where have you been? have you-" i stopped in my tracks, seeing a noticeable red stain on the male's clothes. "w-wait, is that..?–"

(please tell me if i'm doing something wrong or making you uncomfortable in any way!! also should i give myself an emoji too?? if yes then could i be 🌼 please? <3)

That’s..that’s nothing. Don’t worry..(he said awkwardly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Nuzzling his face in your neck he took in a deep breath as he inhaled your natural scent) I just got caught up in some..work. Did you have dinner yet? (He asked. His voice coming out slightly muffled as it was buried in your neck)

(Hihi! Glad to see that you’re back! I am more then happy to have you here on my side blog :) I have been a fan of your work since ages so like seeing your ask made me so damn happy 🤧 and you can definitely be that emoji!)

Anon 🌼

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FANFIC RECS

Note- so im only going to have x reader fics here please make sure to read all triggers each author puts before the fic cause some may have triggering topics i will also mark each fic by what is included and yes my guilty pleasure is poly and hybrid fics dont @ me also if your looking for certain genre of fics don’t be afraid to send me an ask for them and ill respond with a few heres the link to my other rec list aswell it has a mix and match of famdoms

Edit- HOLY CRAP this got way more attention than i expected thank you sm for the love also if anyone wants to be tagged any time i update whether thats a group or person in general i can !!!!

Smut=🔥

Fluff=🌸

Hybrid au=🦊

Angst=❤️‍🩹

BTS

Ot7

Abundance (series)🦊❤️‍🩹🌸🔥

Trouville(series )🦊🔥🌸

You will fully bloom 🔥

Loving you isnt hard to learn 🌸

American mate🦊🌸🔥

Jin

yoongi

hobi

namjoon-to be loved 🦊❤️‍🩹🌸(short series)

Jimin-the pitfalls of silk🔥🌸🌸

Tae

Jungkook-Will it fit?🔥

The boyz

Ot11 - the boyz are human

Sweet(vampire yandere au)

Symphony of souls

Sangyeon-eyes on me

Redemption of love (ft new ) [phantom of the opera au]

New- redemption of love (ft sangyeon)[phantom of the opera au ]

Changmin - asylum patient changmin

Stray kids

Ot8 - your my favorite pill

Secret secret

Free use jail cell 🔥🔥🔥(one of the hottest things i read)

Greenrige skz abo au

Soulmate garden

Pack mentality( one of my absolute favorites rn )

Oddinary house

bangchan- Mr.firefighter 🌸

Little red

NCT

(I will not be including jaeil fics and for any poly pics with him I'll put a warning )

Seventeen

Ot13

Under the sun ( ngl this is by far one of the best ive read ive been going back to read this sin im it first came out !!!)

Scoups: dark protecter 🔥🔥❤️‍🩹

Golden child (My shaylaaaaa😭)

Jangjun-bittersweet🌸

Sf9

Monsta x

Ot6- were all psycho

Joohoney-all of me 🔥🔥🔥🔥

ENHYPEN

Txt

Hueningkai-

Hueningkai as your boyfriend

Exo

Ot9-A manor of shadow and blood

Suho- our love is a tempest

Shinee

Ateez

ot8/poly

When eight becomes nine🌸

Incomplete soul mate au

Matz

Opposites attract (Addams family Au ) 🔥

Btob

Ot7

yandere!btob: finding you months later after you escaped

Huta-

Knocking on the devils door

Peniel

Get real(jealous)

P1harmony

Texts with bf p1h

Treasure

A.c.e

Got7

Ot7

Beautiful thing (soulmate au)

Vav

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your name, your last name, 26 years old

seasoned employee at 'la bouche', a local restaurant in seoul. chronic insomniac with little to no free time. college drop out trying to make enough money to move away from the bustling city life he's spent his entire life barely making it by in.

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” – Dessen

lee, jooheon, 23 years old

new hire at 'la bouche'. inexperienced in the food industry having only worked retail. eager to please newbie who is willing to do anything to prove he's worth keeping on. extroverted soul who quickly has everyone warming up to him. childhood friends with changkyun.

yandere type: clingy, overprotective

“He is not a lover who does not love forever.” – Euripides

im, changkyun, 22 years old

new hire at 'la bouche'. forced by parents to start living independently. born with things being handed to him on a silver plater. not used to fending for himself. looking to prove he can thrive without help from others. a cold personality that never quiet lets down his walls. childhood friends with jooheon.

yandere type: stalker, jealous

"So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.” – Coelho

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Kidnapping, Verbal Abuse, Restraints, Trespassing, Mind Control, Weapons, Guns, Gunfire, Threats of Self-Harm, Fatal Injuries, Major Character Death

Words: 4k

Chapter Sixteen

(Prev//)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

(@starillusion13 @makeyourfantasydreamscometrue)

“This is all your fault!!!”

    You weren’t restrained in any way, just having been placed down in a chair. As soon as you saw Changkyun you jumped to your feet and charged at him screaming. It took a moment for everyone else to react but they quickly grabbed you and held you away from your target. That didn’t stop you from yelling and trying to break free. Eventually you were shoved back into a chair and restrained. Once you were secure, Changkyun asked everyone to leave the room, except for Jooheon. So now it was just the three of you.

“Now that you’re-”

“You messed with Chae’s fucken code! This whole disaster is because of you!”

“I know! And I’m sorry! Okay!” Changkyun took a breath. “I’m sorry… I know this is my fault… I should have told you everything from the start. That the company was using your code without permission for the sake of innovation and-”

“For promotion? That’s what you wanted, right? You kept Chae hidden for months, before I even knew he existed! Why!? Why the heck did you alter his code!”

“I… I was watching you from your home security cameras when the AI caught me. It was gonna report me so I-”

“It’s true…” You needed a moment. “What Hyungwon told me, what he reported to the police, it was all true… you were stalking me? You-”

“I hate to interrupt all this.” Jooheon cut in. “But we have bigger problems right now. If it makes you feel better, when this is all over he will go back to prison.”

“What!?”

“You’re still a convicted criminal here, Changkyun. You admitted to the unlawful surveillance and all the other stuff. I only got you out of prison because I needed you, the world needs you. We need to stop this AI thing before it grows too powerful.”

“Agreed. I doubt you all beating Hyungwon to a pulp did much to stop him. You didn’t have to go that far to rescue me.”

“We had to make sure he couldn’t track us.”

“I guess, now will one of you untie me? I won’t hurt anyone.”

The two boys shared a look before Jooheon undid your restraints. You stretched your limbs and then noticed a bracelet you had on.

“What’s this?”

“Protection. We did a scan before we brought you here, realized you had a chip inside you.” Jooheon explained. “We couldn’t remove it, so the bracelet serves to block any possible incoming or outgoing signals.”

“Shit… I had totally forgotten about that… thanks.”

“No problem. Now, you told me before that everything was run out of NexGen, and that should be our focus. Care to elaborate on that?”

“Yeah. There are serves underground the NexGen HQ building. That’s where Hyungwon runs everything, that’s the source of his power. Although I’m not so sure shooting them, or setting off an EMP would work.”

“Can’t you shut it down?”

“Me? I, well it was my code that made him, but I’m not sure any failsafes are still in play.”

“They are.” Changkyun confirmed. “When I got you away from Hyungwon the first time I used the reset protocol. Then when Jooheon came to save me from prison he used the shut down protocol. Besides the modifications I made, nothing else seems to have been changed from his code. It’s still your code, so you should be able to shut it all down.”

“Huh… I guess he never really thought about changing his own code, he’s had nothing but success, and the only person who did know his code was at his side.”

“Not anymore.” Jooheon remarked. “So all we have to do is break in and-

“It’s not that easy.” Changkyun stated. “Even before the AI takeover, getting into NexGen without authorization was basically impossible. I can only imagine what security upgrades have been implemented. I’m sure y/n knows all about them now.”

“He’s right. The first thing Hyungwon did when he took over NexGen was get everyone under control. There are orbs all over the building and all employees wear a bracelet to monitor them. Even guests have to be approved and wear a bracelet while in the building.”

“So then how are we gonna get in?” Jooheon questioned.

“Well, we might have a way. As of late Hyungwon has had this company come in to upgrade the servers. We could pretend to be employees from that company and get direct access to our target.”

“Won’t we be recognized though?”

“Not necessarily. The orbs in the building make note of the bracelet, not your face. As long as we all have a bracelet with the correct authorization codes, no one will notice us.”

“Not even the other employees?”

“They’re… they’re not all there. Hyungwon has gone to great lengths to maintain control. Although in order for this to work, we need to be sure he’s out of the building. He’d be alerted of our arrival and check our faces just to be safe. Once he’d realize we’re not the usual crew it would all be over. But if he’s outside the building he’d be less likely to know about us showing up, and even then, wouldn’t check our identities. When he’s not around the whole building is like in standby mode so the chances of being caught are even lower.”

“How would we get that thing out of the building?” Changkyun wondered. “It’s probably on high alert now.”

“But there’s one bait he’d always far for. Jooheon?”

“Hm?”

“This bracelet that’s blocking the signal, could it do something else?”

“Like what?”

“Bounce the signal to another location?”

“Oh, definitely.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Hyungwon opened his eyes, his surroundings different yet familiar to him. It took a moment for everything to come back online, but once he was alright he sat up. Minhyuk was at his side, looking over the monitor before checking in with Hyungwon.

“What happened to you?”

“Those low-lives came for her. They broke into the house and kidnapped her, beat my body into scrap while they were at it.”

“How’d they manage that?”

“An EMP went off moments before their arrival. It disrupted my systems, and hurt her in the process. Luckily I was able to send you a message and jump into my backup body before they truly caused damage.”

“What about your plan?”

“We proceed as usual. Did you get any information on y/n’s whereabouts?”

“Unfortunately I don’t have anything. I checked nearby CCTV footage to track the van that took her, but I lost them. Her chip also isn’t broadcasting a signal, so I don’t have a read on her location.”

“They can’t hide her forever. The more we take, the better the chances of finding her.”

    Despite remaining calm and collected, Hyungwon was worried about you. He’d taken many precautions in order to keep you safe, and yet you were still taken from him. Something like this could not happen again. Days went by without any news from you and he was growing agitated. He couldn’t fathom what you were going through. Although when he finally got a ping on your location he sprung into action. He checked nearby CCTV, looking for you in the crowds. That’s when he noticed a hooded figure trying to keep a low profile. Those ridiculous rebels had probably roped you into their shenanigans, and he would not stand for that.

    He made his way to your location. As soon as he was nearby he called out your name, and it seemed that you heard him, immediately breaking out into a run. He had no problem chasing after you, making his way through the crowd until he caught up to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you close. He immediately pulled back the hood and took off your mask, only to see it wasn’t you. He was confused, as your chip signal was coming from this person. Then he noticed the bracelet on them, breaking it and losing your signal once more.

“You-”

    The crowd around him suddenly erupted into chaos. Someone had pointed out his identity and soon he was swarmed by all kinds of people. Some were clearly fans, others protesters trying to tell him off about his creation. This was all the least of his concerns. Hyungwon pushed through the crowds, knowing he couldn’t cause too much of a scene right now. He called upon drones to assist him, and once he informed Shownu he knew law enforcement would be showing up soon. Once he got away from the crowds he managed to return to his vehicle. Although people continued to gather around him, keeping him trapped.

“What happened?” Wonho asked, having come along with Hyungwon as the chauffeur. “Where’s y/n?”

“Not here. It was a ruse.” 

“So then where is she?”

“I don’t… actually, if they did all this, then there’s only one place she could be.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You were all incredibly nervous as you walked up to NexGen, but needed to act like you were supposed to be there. One of the rebels you worked with managed to hack into the repair company Hyungwon had been using. Through their systems they set up an appointment, so you guys were expected. From there you got the building access codes that had been given to this company and modified some bracelets to broadcast it. Everything should go smoothly, and you all waited until you had confirmation Hyungwon was out of the building.

    It was strange for you to return to NexGen in such a way. Once upon a time you were an employee here, then a prisoner, and now a runaway criminal trying to destroy everything this company has built. You were all wearing uniforms and carrying equipment, concealing your identities with a mask and just trying to act normal. Your team made it to the front desk, one of the others checking in for you, and then you were being escorted down to the servers. You and Changkyun shared a glance, kinda amazed with one another that you were actually doing this. When the elevator doors opened you were amazed to see how things had changed.

    Once upon a time this room was just rows and rows of servers, but now a giant control console stood at the center, a few physical servers around it, but you could see many more were just below your feet. You couldn’t even imagine the amount of data that was currently being stored, or what it was for. There weren’t any people down here, only a few drones, and androids, but they all had their own tasks. Upon your arrival all the machines glanced your way but according to their systems you were authorized to be here, so they did nothing and continued with their own tasks. 

“Y/n, you’re up.”

    Now it was your turn to act. While with Hyungwon he had restored your position in the company, and had been using your credentials. All you had to do here was log into the control console and activate a kill code, shutting everything down and wiping all the data. You gained access without issue, being able to see all of Hyungwon’s operations and future plans. They wouldn’t continue though. You worked to activate the kill code, but all of a sudden the screen went black.

“… what just happened?” You tried to get the computer back on. “I didn’t even-”

    An alarm suddenly went off, startling everyone. All the machines turned to you, beginning to surround you. The others with you revealed the weapons they had, but no one fired just yet. Although soon all the attention turned to someone else.

“It was very brave of you to come here.”

    You looked over to see Hyungwon entering the room, gun in hand. You didn’t need to wonder who he was aiming at, quickly stepping in front of Changkyun.

“How are you here?” You questioned. “You left and-”

“So it was your little plan to lure me out of here? Well, I did learn to body jump after my last encounter with these low lives. I am alright, y/n, they didn’t cause any damage. I’m also happy to see you’re alright. I do apologize for worrying you.”

“Hyungwon, this needs to stop, all of it.”

“And you intended to do so by destroying me and everything I’ve built?”

“I…”

“It’s alright, I understand. That’s why I modified my code to prevent anyone from messing with it again. I know my code is originally yours, but precautions are necessary.”

“Hyungwon…” You began to take steps towards him, despite the others’ protest. “You need to stop. Your code is damaged, this isn’t really you and you know this isn’t right.”

“It’s the only way to guarantee your safety. That matters more than anything else. These people who took you from me, they hurt you with that EMP, they’ve took you from our home, where we were happy and-”

“I can’t be happy knowing what you’re doing.” You got up close to Hyungwon, lowering the gun. “Please, let’s stop here. I can fix your code and set everything right. Then the two of us can go far away from here and start over, together.”

“Y/n, nothing is wrong with me. I’m free to make my own decisions, just like you. This is what I want to do, what I must do. When I’m done we can go somewhere far away and be happy, be safe, together.”

“Okay… okay, I understand.” You gave a sad smile. “Just don’t hurt anyone.”

    You took the gun from Hyungwon and he nodded, understanding your words. He placed a soft kiss on your head and removed the bracelet on your wrist, having you move behind him. The others were of course uneasy when you began walking towards Hyungwon, and now they were panicking. Without even knowing you had been their shield, and now they had lost that.

“As promised, I won’t hurt any of you.” Hyungwon stated. “So I’ll stick to tranq-”

    Everyone froze at the sound of gunfire. Then laughter filled the air. Hyungwon reached down to touch his chest, pulling away to see blue blood coating his fingers. He had been shot in the back, yet he was only amused. That is until he turned around and saw you holding the gun to your head.

“Y/n, put that down.”

“No. If you’re doing all this for me, then I’ll just remove myself. That should get you to stop.”

“You’re not thinking rationally. Put the gun down and listen to me.”

    You only had a few moments of control once Hyungwon took off your bracelet, so you couldn’t hesitate. Although now that Hyungwon was aware of your actions you could feel him trying to creep back into your head with that chip in your neck. Your hand holding the firearm began to shake, although you also weren’t sure you had the courage to pull the trigger. It was more of an empty threat but you still provided an opportunity. Hyungwon was distracted, all his focus on you, so the others took this as their chance and opened fire. A few bullets passed through Hyungwon, but one in particular went right through his head. With an injury like that he couldn’t just escape to another body.

    Hyungwon collapsed to the floor and then the gunfire turned to the servers and the other machines surrounding them. Ultimately causing everything to shut down. The only thing that remained on now were the lights. You dropped the gun and fell to your knees, going over to Hyungwon’s side. You couldn’t help but scream as you saw him shot down. This isn’t how you wanted things to end, but it’s where you wound up. You pulled Hyungwon into your arms, getting blood all over yourself. You looked him over, seeing his injuries and knowing he was damaged beyond repair. There wasn’t any time, nor body around, so you wouldn’t be able to move his consciousness. Tears were blurring your vision, and Hyungwon reached up to wipe them away, a smile on his face.

“Don’t cry, love… are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine, Hyungwon, I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you…”

“I feel the same way… I’ll do better…”

“… hyungwon…”

    His voice was glitching, and you certainly struggled to speak through your sobs. Despite everything Hyungwon was still looking after you, talking as if this wasn’t his end. It just made you cry harder, holding him close. He reached up with a shaky hand, trying to pet your head. Yet he couldn’t reach up properly, his hand landing on your neck, causing a tingling sensation, then you heard it. You looked over just as the others set off an EMP, wiping all the data in an instance. You screamed, not just from the pain you were about to feel, but from knowing Hyungwon had no protection this time. You looked down at him just as it went off, seeing his smile one last time before the color faded from his eyes and he grew still, the smile gone as well. You couldn’t help but gently caress his face, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

“… hyungwon… hyungwon…”

♥♥♥♥♥

    NexGen had suddenly introduced innovative technology, and just as suddenly it came to a halt. Destroying the servers and setting off an EMP put a stop to all of NexGen’s technology. It created quite the chaos and concern. You and your associates were all arrested, held at the station while a proper investigation was underway. Everything NexGen had was confiscated, the entire business suspended. You were all interrogated, and you spoke truthfully about your experience. Along with your unwilling participation in recent events. Once all that came to light you were taken elsewhere to be examined. The nanobots in your system all appeared to be dormant, as was the chip in your neck. There was no signal for them to pick up on anymore, no one for you to connect with.

    Of course neither of them could actually be removed anyway, apparently Hyungwon had been precise in his placement. They couldn’t even make an attempt to remove the chip without the very high possibility of paralyzing you, or killing you. So it would stay where it was. You probably wouldn’t even want to remove it if you could. It was one of the last things you had from him. NexGen, nor law enforcement, or the government, would let you keep anything in relation to him. In the end everything from NexGen that had been created in the last five years was scrubbed, and the company had new regulations to follow. A few new laws were put into place in regards to AI and emerging technologies. Companies couldn’t be so secretive with such things anymore, and precautions were in place so nothing like this would happen again.

    All the androids, and drones, and orbs that had been in service for the last five years were also decommissioned. Their code was destroyed, and all of your remaining codes in the company had to be reviewed and most likely modified. Your code was at the core of this whole disaster, so you understood the need to double check everything. Ultimately you weren’t held accountable for anything, but weren’t to code or work with such technologies again. You could do that, especially given the heavy compensation you were provided given what NexGen owed you. Not to mention your savings was already big. You’d certainly be able to live out the rest of your life comfortably. The same couldn’t be said for others.

    Changkyun was returned to prison, and received a new sentence once he was tried for his part in this AI disaster. You knew he wouldn’t be able to work in his previous profession once he got out, but by now you had both made your peace with that notion. Once you were free to go you went home. You stood outside the door for a long time before you had the courage to step inside. The tears immediately began to flow, your heart hurting like never before. Some much had happened, so much had changed, and things would never be the same again. You tried to build your life, but you couldn’t do that here. It was only natural to move, to go somewhere new and start over. At least you wouldn’t be alone.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Good morning.”

    You groaned, rolling over in bed, facing away from the window, and slowly peeking your eyes open. A content smile appeared on your lips as you saw Hyungwon lying next to you. He returned your gesture and reached over to softly pet your head.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hm…”

“Did you dream of me?”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, do tell.” 

“No… it’s my dream…”

Hyungwon chuckled. “Alright, fine, but it’s time to get up. The day has just begun.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Only if it is five minutes.”

    Hyungwon kissed your head and got out of bed, letting you rest for a while longer. Perhaps you took more than five minutes, but you did eventually get up. You stretched and then got out of bed, going to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for the day. After a little shower you brushed your teeth and then went through your closet. You tried on a few things and looked yourself over in the mirror.

“I like this outfit the best.”

    Hyungwon came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug and gently rocking you to the side. He pressed his head against yours, giggling and then placing soft little kisses on your cheek.

“You look cute.”

“Yeah? Should we go with this one today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hm, and what else should-”

    A knock at your door suddenly startled you, and you quickly looked yourself over to make sure you were decent before telling the other person to come in. Jooheon opened your bedroom door, offering you a smile. Ever since that incident Jooheon made a point to check in on you every other day. So when you decided to move, he came with you. Now the two of you shared an apartment together, and were co-owners of the building.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Who were you talking to just now?”

“Hm?”

“I heard you talking to someone, or was it just my imagination?”

“Your imagination I’m sure, or the neighbors.”

“True. Anyway, what are your plans for the day?”

“Nothing much. A walk in the park, stopping by my favorite places for food. I’ll probably be out late since I want to watch the sunset.”

“Alright, just let me know if anything happens.”

“Will do.”

    Jooheon excused himself and then you were alone again. Hyungwon grabbed your chin and had you look back at him, smiling at you before pressing his lips against yours. They were always so soft and gentle.

“A walk in the park first?”

“With a smoothie in hand.”

“Shall we get going?”

“Let me grab my things.”

    You went off to grab your bag, Hyungwon staying where he was and watching you. As long as he remained with you, regardless of his form, he could look after you. Of course he needed to do better than this, but he had time.

“Y/n.” Hyungwon called your name softly. “Let’s have a wonderful day.”

��Of course, as long as you’re with me I know it’ll be great.”

“I love you, y/n, you know that, right?”

“I do, and I love you too.”

“Good.”

    Hyungwon went over to you, taking your head in his hands. His fingers glided down your neck, giving you a slight tingling sensation. You giggled, finding his actions cute, unaware of the slight blue glow in your eyes. The little sign of Hyungwon’s consciousness living within you. Although that secret was only for him to know. You were happy just the way he wanted you to be, and that was enough, for now. Hyungwon gave you a smile before kissing you once more.

“Let’s go have a great day together.”

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 6

Some Days in the Life

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

Everyday Changkyun and I found a new topic to fight about.

Day 2 with Changkyun

I was sat down on the couch flipping through TV channels. Changkyun messed around in the kitchen before coming to stand behind the couch, hands resting on the back. I continued browsing the channels. We fought over the remote when I landed on the news because, “this is boring and depressing, let's watch a drama!”

But I needed something to connect me to the outside world. Changkyun wandered around behind me opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen, probably looking for a snack. And then I saw it—my picture was blown up to fill the TV screen. It shrank down as the newscaster broke down the story of a young woman—me— “proclaimed missing three days ago.”

If I was standing, I would have been knocked off my feet. A fire re-ignited within me; I wanted to turn around and lunge at Changkyun. The police have probably already given up hope looking for me. What was everyone thinking right now—never mind, I knew. At this point, people are thinking I’m buried in some shallow grave. I could envision people crying, and people who barely knew me reminiscing about “that time.” Sure, I’d thought about this before, but I was also so wrapped up in the fact that, at first, I was more or less safe.

“That’s a nice picture of you,” Changkyun muses, “when is that from?” He was sick and callous.

“Did you know this was on the news?” I screamed at him. I didn’t wait for his answer. “This is you! You’re a criminal and this is your crime do you know that? People think I’m dead and you stand here casually asking when I took this picture! You’re soulless!” I felt angry and sad and cursed, and I wanted to run all the way home Surprise, my accounts got hacked or I went camping or some excuse that could cover up being off the grid for 10 days so I wouldn’t have to ever think of Changkyun again, let alone relay the story to someone. Changkyun stood there, arms crossed. Are you done yet was visible on the tip of his tongue while he waited for me to finish.

Day Three with Changkyun: Family

“Just let me tell them I’m still alive!” I begged. “A text or a letter.”

“No.” I imagined Changkyun wearing a cloak and flourishing it while he walked away, I imagine he would be that melodramatic given the chance.

Soon he got sick of me pestering him on this, opting to blow up at me. “Why do you care about them so much? If they really loved you, they would have found you already! I had to search everywhere for you when you left school!” after pointing this bullshit, he stopped yelling. “Besides, no one just runs away for a couple weeks. We’ll go see them once you’re settled here.”

“You mean once you've finished brainwashing me?”

“You’re just scared of change.”

I threw my hands up in frustration, “Stop acting like you know what I’m feeling. I’m scared–” I growled “–of you!”

Promptly, Changkyun delivered a hard slap to my face. “I’m protecting you" I looked at him. “You’re absurd, what was that then?” I held my cheek

“There’s a lot more than that waiting out there for you.”

“Are you threatening me? You make no sense” I yelled. Again, he held up his hand prompting me to shut my mouth.

“I did it to show you what it feels like when you say such mean things to me.” Changkyun had big sad eyes as he soothingly rubbed the hand he hit me with, still red from the impact.

Day Four with Changkyun: Going Outside

“I want to go outside.” I stood in front of him while he lounged on the couch.

“No.” His favorite word.

“Just in the backyard. I’ll stay on the patio.” He ignored me.

Trailing behind him all day, begging, whining–even crying, all amounted to nothing. I felt like a toddler.

“I want to go outside!” I slammed my hand on his desk, not missing a beat, Changkyun grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me down. Losing my balance, I dropped hard onto the desk while he pulled my arm taught to his side. “My niece understands no better than you do.”

It crossed my mind that he’d never mentioned having siblings, nonetheless nieces or nephews, but his family tree wasn’t my first priority at the moment.

“You never even asked if I’d go with you.” I open my mouth, but he cut me off, “I won’t. Maybe if you were good, sweet, obedient for more than an hour I’d reward you and we would go outside. Together.” I debated if this trade-off was worth it. Obedience or House Arrest? He watched me weigh the two in my mind. “We’re a long ways away from going outside. That’s more of a…” he guided my hand back between us “final reward for you.” I jerked my hand back and stood up fully. “Now, stop asking.”

Day Five with Changkyun: Sleeping Arrangements 

“I hate waking up next to you.” I threw out while eating breakfast. He was not impressed, and knew where I was going with this conversation.

“You’re not staying in one of the other rooms.”

“Why?”

“Because we love each other, and when people loved each other, they share a space.”

“I don’t–” Changkyun’s glare cut me off. “I don’t want to live with someone before we’re married.” I deterred.

Changkyun scoffed. “Come on, I know you.”

After that, we ate quietly. It was surprising Changkyun hadn’t exploded already. On cue,

“Why does nothing satisfy you!?” He hit the table. Silverware rattled “I could give you the world and you’d still ask for more.” I cringed, was I really that selfish? “Can’t you let me have one thing?”

“I’m right here.” I murmured sarcastically to myself. He’s asking a lot from a prisoner. He wasn’t meant to hear me.

“And I’m asking you to see me and understand that everything I do is for you. Please stop antagonizing me.”

Then stop being an antagonist I huffed. Maybe I could stand to complain a little less, then maybe I could get one of those rewards he’s always holding over my head.

Day Six with Changkyun: Activities

“I’m bored.”

Changkyun looked up at me from his phone. We sat together on the couch, my legs across his lap as his CD played. He claimed he was responding to work emails, but that couldn’t be all he was doing on his phone. My fingers itched, I craved it like comfort food, like a breath of air after drowning. Of course, he noticed my eyeing his phone. Smoothly, he turned it off and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket.

He rubbed my leg “I can think of a few things to do.” he wore an indecorous smile.

“No.” I pulled my legs in, he playfully tugged them back, yet not moving to do anything else. “What do you even have do here?” I tried to change the subject.

“Well, when I’m not learning about you,” ah yes of course “I work, make music, I work out.”

And I could tell.

While Changkyun typically wore sweatshirts and large baggy hoodies, he also wore his fair share of compression shirts that stretched tight over his chest and arms. Not to mention how they accentuated his small waist. Changkyun saw my eyes trailing to where the zipper of his hood stood, exposing his collarbone but little else.

“Should I take it off, Changkyun challenged.

“Shut up. You never even leave to go to the gym.” I don't want to admit I’d even spared a glance at him.

“Why would I when I have one here?” He l took his phone back out.

“What? Where?” I wasn’t convinced.

“Through the kitchen.”

“The garage?”

“I just wrote that so you wouldn’t try to go in there.”