#oh jun yeong x reader

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker Oh Jun Yeong X Reader --------------------------------------------------- warnings: Stalking, curse words, psychopathic behavior. ---------------------------------------------------

Introduction

The night was quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of Jun-yeong’s fingers on his keyboard. His eyes were glued to the screen, his mind lost in the dark corners of the digital world he thrived in. His hands danced across the keys effortlessly, as if the complexities of hacking came as naturally to him as breathing. But tonight, he wasn’t just manipulating code or stealing information. Tonight, he was watching her.

Y/n. The woman whose phone he had found, discarded carelessly in a café. He didn’t know why he picked it up. Maybe it was the thrill of something new, something that didn’t belong to him. Maybe it was the way she had looked that day—her eyes, her smile, the way she moved through the world with a quiet confidence that intrigued him. She didn’t know him, didn’t know that he was watching, and yet he couldn’t look away.

With the phone in his hand, he had dug deep into her life. Her contacts, her photos, her texts—it was all there for the taking. He’d mapped her out, learning her routines, her favorite places, the people she talked to. Every detail was a small piece of a puzzle he couldn’t stop assembling. The thrill of knowing everything about her made him feel alive in a way nothing else did. He didn’t need a reason. He didn’t need a purpose. Watching her was enough.

Tonight, he sat in his dark room, surrounded by the glow of multiple monitors, waiting for her. She didn’t know him, but he knew everything about her. Her work schedule. Her favorite café. The way she responded to texts. Even her deepest secrets, buried in her personal files. He had seen it all. She was his, in a way. He had already won. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to make his presence known.

As the hours passed, he grew restless. He couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. The screens in front of him, filled with her pictures and messages, no longer satisfied him. He needed more. He needed her to notice him, to feel the weight of his gaze. He needed her to know that he existed, that he was watching, that he was there.

His phone buzzed—Y/n had just posted something on social media. A picture of herself, smiling, carefree, unaware that someone was watching her every move from the shadows. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. There she was, so close yet so far. The thrill surged through him again, and for a moment, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over him.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He could send her a message, pretend to be someone else, someone who cared. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to play games. He wanted to be real. He wanted her to know that he was here, in her world, in her life, without her even realizing it.

He typed quickly, a single line of text appearing on her phone screen.

I see you.

It was simple, cold, but it was enough. He watched as her phone buzzed, the notification appearing. His heart raced. What would she do? Would she panic? Would she confront him? The thought of her responding, of her acknowledging his presence, made his skin tingle with anticipation.

He didn’t care about her reaction. It wasn’t about getting her to like him. It was about control. It was about knowing that he could reach her, invade her world in ways that no one else could. He was the invisible force in her life, the shadow that hovered just beyond her vision, and that was enough for him.

As the minutes ticked by, Jun-yeong leaned back in his chair, a twisted smile curling at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t looking for love, for connection. He wasn’t even looking for anything logical. He was just watching, waiting, feeding off the chaos he was about to bring into her world.

And Y/n had no idea that her life was about to unravel, all because of a lost phone and a man who had nothing but an unrelenting obsession.

[hyunsuloves]

super shy.

synopsis … squid game women with a timid s/o ꨄ︎.

pairings … se-mi, sae-byeok, no-eul, jun-hee, ji-yeong, hyun-ju x fem!reader (separately)

warnings … fem reader, non game au, and a few are maybe ooc?

lovely notes … two posts in two days, we rejoice again!

꩜ [ 855 words ]

se-mi / player 380 is the polar opposite of you. while you’re timid, she’s a very assertive woman who isn’t apprehensive about expressing herself.

if needed, she’d speak up or defend you from someone without a second thought. she often finds herself doing simple things like ordering your food for you or speaking for you in awkward social settings.

she finds your timidness cute at times, like when you shy away from her compliments.

“hey, you look pretty with your hair down.” ��oh, thank you se-mi. it looks, like, average.” “be honest, you look stunning with it down. you should wear it like that more, pretty.”

the way she was able to fluster you every time will never get old to her. she loved to say flirty things for the hell of it, and to of course catch you off guard.

she has a habit of including you in whatever conversation she’s having, whether she realizes she’s doing it or not. it’s more of a subconscious doing of hers. though, she knows when and when to not drag you into discussions of hers.

she hates to see someone targeting you, especially if they know your shy personality. she steps in without a second thought to handle the situation for you.

sae-byeok / player 067 is alike to you in many ways. she never makes an effort to put herself out there unless completely necessary.

in social situations, she doesn’t mind stepping in and doing most of the communication for you.

she’s the first to defend you if someone tests you, because how dare someone come to you when they’re aware of your timidness? especially in her presence?

“hey, i got you. lemme know if they say something to you again.” “it’s fine. i can handle my own, sae-byeok.” “mhm. you better tell me.”

she coaxes you to keep to yourself rather than speak out. weirdly enough, she likes being the only person you trust enough to be vocal around. she likes the dependency.

no-eul / guard 011 doesn’t exactly lack courage or confidence, she just isn’t an outspoken woman. she keeps to herself most of the time, similar to you.

similar to se-mi, she likes to fluster you at every waking moment. she enjoys seeing the bashful look on your face whenever she constantly compliments you.

while she encourages you to speak up for yourself more often than not, she doesn’t mind stepping in for you.

“hey, defend yourself next time.” “i was planning to. you just.. beat me to it.” “whatever you say.”

she knows how you struggle to express yourself, but she teases you nonetheless. it’s all in good faith, though. she knows when you’ve reached your limits.

jun-hee / player 222 is similar to you in numerous ways. while she isn’t exactly timid, she doesn’t find herself speaking out in a lot of situations.

if it comes down to it, she’ll speak for you without a doubt. but if she knows you can handle your own, she’d leave you to it.

she frequently teases you for how bashful you are, as if she isn’t so similar to you.

“you’re so shy, so quiet.” “jun-hee, please shut up.” “oh, so she does speak?”

the two of you can often sit in silence for hours on end, basking in the presence of one another. you don’t speak many words because the solace between you two is more than enough.

she’s the perfect person to be around if you find serenity in quiet rather than deafening settings.

ji-yeong / player 240 is a bright difference from you. she’s very bubbly, outspoken, and animated.

you two look like an unlikely couple, like opposites that people wouldn’t expect to be together. but ji-yeong is adamant about the idea that opposites attract.

if needed, she can always speak up for you. as odd as it sounds, she enjoys speaking up for you when you’re in a non-verbal state.

“hey, want me to speak for you?” “ji-yeong, as much as i love you, i need to speak up for myself.” “okay.. but please take me up on my offer in the future.”

she feels a sort of protectiveness around you. given you’re her partner, but especially with your shy nature. it’s like a need to shield you from anything and anyone.

hyun-ju / player 120 is quite the contrast, as she was never really nervous or bashful. she asserts herself in most circumstances, unlike yourself.

she stands up for you without hesitation, mainly because she knows firsthand what it’s like to be belittled by others.

she’s been in so many situations in which others have degraded her so she knows how to deal with it easily.

“come to me if they say something else to you, yeah?” “of course. thank you so much, hyun-ju. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” “don’t mention it.”

even though it’s hard to believe, you’re able to fluster her rather than the other way around. any lovey-dovey thing you say has her gone.

she enjoys sitting in silence with you, just like jun-hee. comfortable tranquility with someone she cherishes cannot be beaten.

[mochamamii]

siesta. | s. myeong-oh

▹ a/n : hello loves, long time no upload. I have missed you dearly *virtual smoochhhh* I never write for dramas but I enjoyed the glory so much I had to write something for it, you don’t really need to have watched the show to understand this. sidenote, if you already know you don’t like son myeong-oh’s character and are about to send me a rude message or comment just remember that YOU alone are responsible for the content you consume! in other words keep it pushing or you will be blocked.

▹ triggers : dubious consent, detailed smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, overstimulation, slight size kink if you squint, myeong-oh’s character alone is a trigger tbh..

▹ pairing : son myeong-oh x fem!reader

▹ synopsis : there’s a living, breathing reason that you hate going to siesta, it’s six foot and attached to a man bun.

••

You released a shaky breath as you craned your neck back to peer up at the bright neon sign that hung above the expensive department store’s grand entrance. Your feet remained bolted to the pavement beneath you, unwilling to inch forward and enter the store. Not even the unforgiving cold and heavy rain that was pouring down on you was enough to will yourself to push through the shiny glass store doors.

You grimaced as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the glass.

You looked a right mess. It was nearing the end of your busy work day, only one final task lied ahead of you before you could go home to a hot shower and a meal. Your bangs were sticking to your forehead unflatteringly, due to a mixture of sweat and rain. Your clothes were sticking to your body in an uncomfortable manner as well. You had fallen into a daze as you grimaced at your unkempt appearance.

It was the vibration of your phone stuffed deep in your coat’s pocket that made you jump. You fished the device out of your pocket to see a new message from Yeon-Jin.

‘pick up more stockings on your way back, these are too dark.’

You had begun working for newscaster Park Yeon-Jin a few months ago. Her last assistant inexplicably quit on her, or at least that was the story you were given by Yeon-Jin’s driver your second day working for her. After a few months of working for someone like Yeon-Jin you knew there was more than likely a more sinister reason that the last girl quit. You had come to realize that Yeon-Jin was a viperous individual. It was a marvel that you had managed to last this long working for her, none of her other assistants seemed to last as long as you had. 

You didn’t think that had anything to do with your resolve or patience and more to do with the fact that Park Yeon-Jin was in the middle of a very public divorce from her former husband Ha Do-yeong. Coupled with the fact that there were rumours circulating that she was a bully in high school. She was under more scrutiny than ever, everyone watching her actions closely. With that being said, Yeon-Jin was more than likely more tolerable these days than in the past. She was more dismissive of you than anything else, although you had heard the horror stories of how she treated her hired help in the past. You weren’t really in a position to complain about having to work for her anyways, the ever present threat of homelessness was enough to motivate you to keep this job. Your work consisted mainly of running errands for her. Which is the reason you were standing outside in the rain in front of this store.

Yeon-Jin’s last task for you today was to pick up her dress and bring it to her so she could be prepared for tomorrow. 

A simple enough task. The only issue being the store in question.

Siesta.

You hated coming here. In your short time working for Yeon-Jin you had been called to come here numerous times for a plethora of reasons, mostly picking up her clothes or whatever else she needed. You hated this place for two reasons. The owner, Jeon Jae-Jun had immediately proven himself to be just as elitist and callous as Yeon-Jin within the first few seconds of meeting him. Your chest still tightens as you recall the first time you met him here at Siesta and he had mocked your simple ballet flats. From that day forward Yeon-Jin had required you to be wearing heels to work every day.

The second reason being Jae-Jun’s driver.

Son Myeong-Oh.

You had grown to dislike all of Yeon-Jin’s friends in time. But Son Myeong-Oh left a particularly bitter taste in your mouth. He made you uncomfortable in a way you couldn’t describe. 

You especially did not like that he always seemed to be there whenever you needed to go to Siesta. Like, he was waiting around lingering for the chance that you might show up. 

Feeling that you had wasted enough time loitering around outside you shuffled inside after typing a quick reply back to Yeon-Jin confirming that you were picking up her dress now.

The door dinged cheerfully as you crossed the threshold into the store. It was long past operating hours, but you knew that Myeong-Oh was without a doubt here and waiting for you. His bike had been parked out front, taunting you silently as you worked up the courage to go inside.

Your Yeon-Jin issued heels clicked satisfyingly against the marble floor as you moved through the store, stopping at the door of the dressing room.

You hadn’t even been standing there for more than a second before the door opened to reveal the man who made the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the sight of him. He had his long hair down instead of in his usual bun. He was donning a mink coat you were almost certain belonged to Jae-Jun. His usual sick smirk already plastered on his face. 

“You look like shit, how long were you standing out in the rain for?” He asked, his lips curling up to reveal his pearly whites.

You scoffed, it was true, you did look awful, you had spent the day running around behind Yeon-Jin, helping her prepare for a big day in court tomorrow, you didn’t even have time for a lunch break. 

“I see you’ve been playing in Jae-Jun’s closet again.” You answered flatly, your eyes falling to the expensive furs. 

Myeong-Oh cut you a sharp glare to which you ignored. That was the best way to deal with Myeong-Oh. Ignore him a much as possible and engage with him for as little as possible when forced. 

“I’m here for Yeon-Jin’s dress.” You announced.

And just that quickly his smile had returned, he pushed opened the door to the dressing room further allowing you a peek in.

Your eyes immediately landed on Yeon-Jin’s dress for tomorrow, carefully wrapped in plastic and draped along the couch. 

Myeong-Oh leaned against the frame of the doorway, “Come on then.”

You waited a second to see if he had any intention of moving and to your dismay he did not. Cautiously, you stepped forward and slid past him.  Quickly ducking your head underneath his arm to get by. You scooped the dress up in your arms, doing a quick inspection to check for anything wrong with it.

Satisfied with the state of the dress, just as quickly as you had entered the dressing room you turned on your heels to exit.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Not with somebody like Myeong-Oh involved and as expected, he stopped you in your tracks before you could reach the door. His tall frame blocking the doorway like a brick wall. 

“You’re always in such a rush to leave. Stay and have a drink with me at least.” He suggested, his gaze moving from your eyes down to your body. 

He was always so honest with his thoughts without even trying. You hated that. He never made any effort to conceal the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes. He was completely shameless.

“Yeon-Jin is waiting for me.” You stated.

And even if she wasn’t, you could think about a million other things you’d rather be doing with your Friday night then sitting at Siesta drinking with Son Myeong-Oh of all people.

“I just talked to Jae-jun, the two of them are together now, trust me you have plenty of time.” Myeong-Oh countered with a dry chuckle.

You realized now that Yeon-Jin’s text from earlier about picking up more stockings was probably just to get you to take more time. Which you were actually grateful for. You still cringe whenever you think about the first time you’d accidentally walked in on the two lovers here at Siesta.

Before you could come up with another excuse, he was already at the makeshift bar in the corner, pulling a bottle off the shelf along with two glasses. 

“Just one drink.” He said, holding the bottle of expensive brandy out for you to inspect. 

You glanced down at your watch on your wrist and then to the window. It was still pouring out there and you weren’t thrilled about having to go back out there again anytime soon.

Not wanting to satisfy him with an answer you quietly shuffled over to the couch, taking a seat.

You watched closely as Myeong-Oh filled the glasses with ice before joining you on the couch. Even after deliberately isolating yourself to the far end of the long couch Myeong-Oh’s cologne invaded your senses. That was very characteristic of him even though it wasn’t purposeful.

Myeong-Oh always insisted upon being the loudest person in the room, and always the flashiest, like him adorning himself in flamboyant stolen mink coats from Jae-Jun’s closet. Even him driving a motorcycle instead of a regular car felt very on brand for him. He’s so painfully transparent and predictable.

You must’ve started zoning out again because you felt a slight pinch on the exposed meat of your arm.

“What was that for?” You questioned, looking over to meet his gaze.

“You started ignoring me. I don’t like that.” He answered frankly, he slid your glass over to you.

You watched as he cracked the bottle open, peeling it’s waxy wrapper off the neck of the bottle. He filled your glass first. The brandy was a beautiful shade of amber. You weren’t much of a drinker and even when you did it wasn’t ever anything fancy. You were a simple girl in that regard.

“Thanks.” You said as you brought the glass to your lips.

You could feel his burning gaze on you as he waited for you to take the first sip. The brandy had a surprisingly sweet, almost caramel-esque aroma but it burned the minute it hit your throat.

You forced the liquor down, unable to hold back a cough and the disgusted look that took up residence on your face.

Myeong-Oh let out a laugh, even clapping for added flair.

“It’s terrible, right?” He asked as he leaned back, sinking further into the couch cushions. He took a sip from his own glass.

“You knew what it tasted like already? Why are you still drinking it?” You asked, puzzled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “It tastes awful but it’s expensive, a single bottle of this would cost me two months of my salary.”

You hummed, “Well, it wouldn’t be worth it anyway.”

Your mouth still felt like it was on fire from the first sip but you were compelled to try it again.

The second sip went down smoother. Still just as terrible though.

You felt his lingering gaze on you once more, he was always doing that. Always staring at you for far too long, he did it so often that Yeon-Jin of all people was the first one to bring it your attention, only to laugh at your expense of being preyed upon of course, not because she was genuinely concerned or anything.

“Why do you always do that?” You questioned, turning slightly to look him in the eye.

“What?”

“The staring. Don’t you know that it’s rude?” You asked,

He laughed again, “Sure it is, but I don’t care. You have a lot worth admiring.” He answered truthfully,

He leaned in closer, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer that. Of course the answer was yes but making that admission felt like letting him win. You felt frozen in place under his intense gaze. You felt like he could read all of your thoughts even before you spoke them.

He took advantage of your silence and boldly placed his hand on your thigh. You suddenly felt more exposed than you truly were in your skirt that left you vulnerable to his wandering hand.

His hand was warm and big, large enough to completely encapsulate your thigh in his hand if he wanted to. Your breath hitched as he gave you a gentle squeeze on the thigh. You tore your eyes away from his to peer down at the hand that was now moving down your leg. 

You gasped as he suddenly in one swift motion brought your leg to drape across his lap. 

The familiar feeling of goosebumps rested across your skin, this time felt a little different. There was an unfamiliar gentleness in the way he was handling you. Perhaps it wasn’t goosebumps you were experiencing, maybe the word you were looking for was anticipation.

“You should take these off. Get comfortable.” Myeong-Oh suggested, already sliding the heels off your tired feet before you could answer.

Using your ankle he pulled you down the length of the couch until you were pressed as closely into him as you thought possible. He used his free hand to place a hand on your neck in a subtle show of dominance. 

The room suddenly felt three times smaller, the air between you growing in temperature. 

He leaned in further, his lips immediately finding your neck. He peppered sweet pecks along the expanse of the sensitive skin there. You had to grip your hand on his shirt to stop yourself from tilting your head further to provide him with more access.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket again, drawing you out of your enchantment, “Yeon-Jin’s probably waiting for me.” You said, sliding your leg off of his lap.

He caught your leg in his hand again before you could pull it away entirely. His grasp on you tightening as he whispered in your ear, “Let her wait.”

“I really should go, she’ll be mad if I keep her waiting-

Myeong-Oh ignored you and pulled Yeon-Jin’s dress away that you were still clutching protectively and carelessly tossed it to the floor, “She won’t melt if she’s left waiting for a little longer.” He answered.

“I know, but she’s still my boss-

He cut you off by shifting his weight to lean into you further, pushing you down onto the soft couch cushions. Myeong-Oh hovered over you, his gaze traveling down to your cleavage.

“And so what? she’s a bitch, so let her wait.” His gaze only lifting momentarily to meet yours.

You parted your lips to make a rebuttal but he silenced you by crashing his lips down onto yours. The kiss was eager and hungry, your teeth almost clashing a few times. Naturally, your hands found themselves tangled in his long locks.

He didn’t waste too much more time on your lips before his wandering hands started moving again. 

“You look pretty like this, small and tiny under me.” He said as his hand slipped under your shirt.

He moved down your body, raising your shirt to plant kisses along your midriff. He leaned back slightly to shrug the mink coat off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest and arms to you. The muscles under his skin moved as he did, the tattoos that painted his golden skin dancing with subtlety. You released your hold on his hair to drag your fingertips across the lion that resided on his chest.

He grasped your hand, pressing your hand flat against his chest. His heartbeat thumping against the palm of your trembling hand.

You took over this time, making the move to peel your still damp clothes from your body, starting with your coat. You felt powerful as he looked down at you with desire, his breathing pattern changing as you lifted your shirt over your head. You took a large inhale, reminding yourself to remain brave as your hand fumbled with the clasp of your bra.

He released a deep guttural groan at the sight of your breasts falling free from your bra. His hands raising to cup them in his hands, kneading the flesh in his strong hold. You sat up some to rest on your elbows to watch as he toyed with your chest. Between your legs heated up with arousal the moment he rolled your sensitive nipple in his thumb. 

He picked up the pace again, his movements switching from sweet and gentle to feverish and greedy as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, intentionally nipping at the skin there with his teeth. You gasped, instinctively one of your hands raised to push his mouth away from your chest.

He grabbed a hold of your wrist, never ceasing his assault on your sensitive nipples. Releasing a chuckle that vibrated against your skin. His tongue expertly flicked at your nipples, obsessed with the squeals you were making.

He pulled away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from your breasts to his mouth.

“If you look away, I’ll stop.” He warned.

He began moving further down your body, hiking your skirt up enough to reveal your cotton panties. He leaned in, inhaling your scent before planting a kiss on your clit that was still trapped under the suffocating fabric of your panties. You whined, needing more. He didn’t give in so easily, teasing you a bit more, giving you gentle kitten licks. 

You knew what he was stalling for, you didn’t want to give in either but your core ached, desperate to feel his tongue flat against your dripping folds.

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, peering down at him with pleading eyes.

He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his hands. He toyed with the waistband of your panties and your eyes lit up for a moment, hopeful that he might finally rip them away from you to resume ravishing you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you want. Can you do that?” He asked, pulling at the waistband of your panties, forcing the fabric to wedgie itself in between your folds, rubbing right against your throbbing clit. The friction felt heavenly, you tried to rotate your hips in hope of finding some relief but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please...” You whined, jutting your bottom lip out in a pitiful pout.

He tugged harder on your waistband, biting your inner thigh as he wedgied your panties further against your clit, “Please...what?”

“Please...I want you to...lick my pussy.” You breathed, your face heating up with embarrassment.

Satisfied with your answer he didn’t waste anymore time in yanking your panties to the side and diving in, his tongue instantly finding its way to your clit. You moaned, your hands finding their way to his hair again. He held your legs back with a tight grip to keep you from closing them. He had no shame in hungrily lapping at your folds, humming against your clit. Your back arched off. the couch, leaning into him. Your hips started to rock, finding a rhythm of their own as you felt your stomach tighten with anticipation for your impending orgasm.

He could sense how close you were and took the opportunity to circle his lips around your swollen clit entirely, sucking on your pearl.

Your head fell back and your grip on his hair tightened causing him to groan, the vibrations on your clit sending you over the edge. Your orgasm momentarily paralyzed you, breathing included. Your abdomen tightened to brace yourself. You could feel your thighs shaking as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to untangle yourself from him so you could fully come down from your high but his grip tightened, his tongue never stopping. He ruthlessly lapped at your clit, overstimulating you. 

You whined and pushed at his shoulders trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. Additionally, your muscles were still so relaxed from your orgasm that you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You huffed and collapsed back down flat against the couch as you resigned yourself to accepting whatever he would give you. Tears sprang from the corner of your eyes as he worked a second orgasm out of you, dipping his long fingers into your warmth to collect your stickiness. 

Your mouth fell open as you watched him bring the fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. 

He sat up, leaning back on his haunches to admire his work. Your eyes were hazy and out of focus, still reeling from the two orgasms he just gave you.  He raised your legs, pushing them back as far as they would go, leaving your ankles resting at the side of your head.

His dick twitched at the sight of your creamy juices spilling out of you. He used the same two fingers to work the lost juices back into your quivering hole. He maintained  a slow pace, pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.

“You opened up so nicely for me..” He praised, watching your cheeks flush a bright red.

You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slide in and of your slick walls, fully stretching to accommodate a third finger from him. 

He pulled his fingers out, suckling on them quickly before moving to undo the belt to his pants. He freed himself from his briefs, his dick bobbing freely, a bead of precum present on his tip. He manhandled you into the position he wanted before lining himself up with your entrance, he captured your lips with his, kissing you. He slid inside easily, thanking himself for taking the time to prepare you.

You welcomed him in, your walls expanding to adjust to his thick length. You moaned, feeling him stretch you out further with each thrust. They started slow, sheathing himself fully inside of you before pulling back out, his dick glistening with your arousal. He grabbed a hold of your neck again, forcing you to turn your head to the side to watch in the large mirror adjacent to the couch, his other hand held your leg back, letting him sink deeper into you.

“Look at you, look at how well you’re taking me. You’re still so tight, fuck..” He moaned in your ear, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he pressed his hips into yours.

It was so dirty, you were so embarrassed and wanted to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight but he refused. 

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, your eyes getting blurry as tears filled them.

“Yes, let me hear you...I want to hear your pretty moans as I fuck you.” He said, a subtle hint of a whine at the end.

Picking up the pace, he kissed your neck, licking up the tears that were falling down your cheeks, his grip on your leg tightening. He was trying so hard to hold back, wanting to be gentle with you. But the second you reached around to claw at his back, your legs locking around his waist to push him in deeper sent him over the edge. 

“Fuck..” He cursed, his jaw clenching as he snapped his hips into yours. 

He was giving you long and deep strokes, the head of his dick kissing your cervix as he pounded into your swollen cunt. Your eyes started to roll back, and your breath quickened.

You were suddenly pulled from your state of bliss when you felt a smack on your outer thigh, “You should say sorry, don’t you think? For keeping this tight, wet pussy all to yourself this whole time.”

Your voice was shaky, and you struggled to make coherent sentences as he started to slam into you harder, “I-I...I’m sorry..” You answered pitifully in between moans.

He rewarded you with a kiss to the neck, rubbing the flesh where he had striked you.

“Good girl. Listen to you, listen to how wet your pussy is.” He said, angling his hips to hit deeper inside if that was even possible.

Wet squelching sounds reverberated around the spacious dressing room, coupled with both of your heavy breathing.

You rocked your hips into his, meeting his hard thrusts, your titties bouncing up and down as you did so. You didn’t think you could cum again so soon but it wasn’t long until you felt your stomach tightening again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy but quicker.

Your nails dug deep into his skin making him hiss. You needed the leverage to brace yourself for your inevitable orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come...!” You warned, still watching in the mirror as he fucked you.

He reached down to rub at your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips felt like electricity on your cute little pearl. It was enough to send you right over the edge and soon you were coming again, your thighs shaking in his hold.

He maintained the same pace, chasing after his own high. It didn’t take much longer, after a few more thrusts, he sunk all the way deep inside you before releasing, his cum filling you up nicely.

He pumped into a you a couple more times as he breathed in deeply to catch his breath. He collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. The two of you lied there together catching your breaths. It was actually kind of nice, you felt safe and warm under him, you didn’t want to move. 

But then your phone buzzed again and without even looking you knew it had to be Yeon-Jin.

Even now, as you lied under him naked and exposed, you still felt shy as you tapped him on the shoulder, “I’m sure that’s her...I should go now.” You sighed.

Myeong-Oh raised himself off of you, looking down at you once more, “Don’t look so sad, you’ll be seeing me again soon.” He winked, that smirk returning to his face.

You rolled your eyes and peeled yourself away from, gathering your clothes.

And just like that he’s back..

You left soon after cleaning yourself up, doing your best to make yourself look presentable. Myeong-Oh was kind enough to leave hickies and bite marks along your neck that were already on their way to turning a deep purple.

You did your best to cover with your hair and silently prayed Yeon-Jin wouldn’t notice.

[expired-vibes]

Taken for Granted

(Jeon Jae-jun x Female Reader | Angst, Betrayal, Breakup)

NOTE: My first request🫣😳😳..

By @dyingofcookies

I tried my best.. Please let me know if you want any changes

Jae-Jun wasn't always like this

Back in high school, he was reckless, cocky, but he loved you in a way that was undeniable.

He waited outside your classroom just to walk you to your next one. He slung an arm around your shoulders in the hallway, flashing you that smug grin. He kissed you in secret corners of the school like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Back then, you were his world.

And for a while, you believed that would never change.But then came Yeon-jin.She had always been lurking, whispering things to Jae-jun that you weren’t meant to hear.

“Y/N is sweet, but don’t you think you can do better?”

At first, he brushed it off. Of course, he could do better—but he didn’t want to. He had you. And that was enough.But the more he listened, the more the words seeped into his mind.

And slowly, he changed.

It wasn’t overnight. It was gradual. Jae-jun started forgetting plans. Ignoring your texts. He stopped saying I love you first, stopped thanking you when you did things for him.

You thought it was just a phase.

That he was just stressed, just distracted. That things would go back to how they were.

But they didn’t.

And the worst part? He never apologized. Not once. Yet, you held on. Because you believed in the version of him that used to love you completely.

Until the day that belief shattered.

You got a call late at night from the police station.

“Miss Y/N? Your boyfriend, Jeon Jae-jun, has been involved in an altercation. We need someone to bail him out.”

Your stomach twisted. By now, you were used to his recklessness. But something felt different. When you arrived, the tension in the air was thick. And then you saw them.

Jae-jun, standing there with a split lip, his knuckles bruised. And across from him—Ha Do-yeong. His tie was loose, jaw bruised, but his eyes were burning with rage.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, stepping forward.

Neither of them spoke.

But then, Do-yeong looked at you. Really looked at you.

His expression softened just slightly, but when he turned back to Jae-jun, his voice was sharp as a blade.

“You should tell her, or I will.”

Your heart pounded. “Tell me what?”

Jae-jun clenched his jaw. “Mind your own damn business, Do-yeong.”

But Do-yeong scoffed. “You think she doesn’t deserve to know? You think she deserves to keep playing the role of the loyal, devoted girlfriend while you’re screwing around with Yeon-jin?”

The world stopped. The air left your lungs. Your ears rang.

Slowly, your gaze shifted to Jae-jun.

“Tell me he’s lying.”

Jae-jun opened his mouth. Closed it.And that silence was your answer. Something inside you broke. Without thinking, you took a shaky step back.

“Baby—” Jae-jun started, reaching for you.

But you flinched away. For the first time, he looked scared. Because, for the first time, he realized he might actually lose you.

You weren’t sure how you got to his penthouse. Everything was a blur—the fight, the betrayal, the way your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest.

Jae-jun stood in front of you, hands on his hips, jaw clenched. “It didn’t mean anything,” he muttered.

You let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, that makes it so much better.”

He exhaled sharply. “Yeon-jin—”

“Stop saying her name.” Your voice cracked. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to think about her. I want you to tell me why.”

His eyes flickered. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” You let out a bitter laugh. “You threw away everything—for what? Some cheap thrill? Because Yeon-jin stroked your ego better than I did?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it like?” you demanded.

He didn’t answer. And that was when you knew. You never mattered enough.You had always been there.

Waiting. Loving him. Forgiving him.

And he had taken that for granted.

“You never appreciated me,” you whispered, voice shaking.

Jae-jun’s brows furrowed. “That’s not—”

“You never said thank you,” you cut him off. “You never made me feel like I was enough. And I kept waiting—kept hoping you’d see me again.”

His expression faltered. “I do see you.”

“No,” you said softly. “You only noticed me when I stopped chasing you.”

Jae-jun swallowed hard, his hand reaching for yours. “I can fix this.”

You flinched away. And something in his face broke.

“You already ruined it,” you whispered.

He looked desperate now, genuinely afraid. “Baby—”

But it was too late.Tears burned in your eyes, but you refused to cry. Not for him. Not anymore.

“It’s over, Jae-jun.”

His hands clenched into fists. “No—”

But you were already walking away.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

Jae-jun didn’t chase after people.

But that night, as he sat alone in his penthouse, staring at the empty space where you had stood, he realized something too late.

You had never asked for much.

Just love. Just loyalty. Just him.

And now, for the first time, he had lost something he could never replace.

[curi0us-gh0st]

Hello! Your the glory headcanons were really good ❤️ can I pls request jealousy headcanons for the two of them with female reader? Thank you 😊

Jealousy (H. Do-yeong & Jeon Jae-jun)

pairings: Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader, Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader x Ha Do-yeong.

word count: 1.163

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, fighting, swearing, cheating, suggestive.

a/n: Thanks for requesting, dear! My head is melting from how jealous they are of each other because of you 🙃

★ Clip 1

You got out of the limousine holding Do-yeong's hand, giving him stability to start walking on the red carpet with the many camera flashes pointed at you, the famous and big star of yet another drama with his perfect performance and full of glamor , and in excess, their partners. Ha Do-yeong, his manager and Jeon Jae-jun, his ex-boyfriend and camera partner in the new drama, being a mafia couple after the protagonist's family fortune. You, as great actors, with a list of famous and acclaimed characters, most of your characters being antagonists, petty and rich, did not fail to be called to participate.

Do-yeong wrapped his arm behind your back, positioning it at the bottom, walking with you to the center, staying with you until a certain actor intervened. Jae-jun walking forward, pushing the businessman away from you so he took his place next to him, Do-yeong remaining, standing on the other side.

"Ah, let me shine with her." He complained to Ha. "Don't forget that I'm her manager, I deserve it too." The whispering in her ears made you sigh, a few more photos until you left her for a friend of yours from the cast, who you grabbed tightly in a hug as you went back to hold her waist, leaving the two of you in the corner.

"You fool!" Jae-jun poked Do-yeong beside him, angry at being switched. "You started!" The businessman remembers.

The rest of the party was them poking each other and calling each other names while I watched you party with your friends and other cast members, ending the night with two men with their arms crossed, jealous that you didn't decide to stay with them, just them.

★ Clip 2

"Mister Jeon, here are your reports. Some need your signature." You placed a stack of papers on the boy's desk.

"Oh no!" He muttered angrily. "Why don't you go away?" You looked at it, thinking it was for you and looked back to see a well dressed and groomed gentleman. "Get out of here, you idiot!"

"I just came here to talk. I demand only respect." The man in the suit said walking over to the table to sit in one of the armchairs.

"Do you wish something, sir?" You asked, since it was your job. "Yes, just give me some water, please." He smiled politely, you nodded and walked to think about where things were.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy, huh?" Jae-jun asked the man.

"I want to know more. What do you know about Yeon-jin?" He asked and Jeon rolled his eyes. "Really? Leave me alone and ask your wife." He snorted.

"Here." You gave the glass of water and left a glass of whiskey for your boss, walking outside.

"Just that nice ass to de-stress me." Jae-jun said as he drank from his glass, making his cheeks blush as he walked and Do-yeong turned around out of curiosity. "Hey! Don't look at my employee!" He shouted before you left completely, maybe Do-yeong should sneakily visit Jae-jun's scam without him knowing.

★ Clip 3

"Hey guys." You greeted those present on live, while seeing the comments arriving every moment. "I'm here having lunch at a restaurant in…" His eyes were flying, trying to remember.

"Forgot? Montreal, Canada." A whisper was heard and you thanked him. "Montreal, I'm taking a vacation to return to my activities in Korea and be photographed for another magazine cover." You said looking at the phone camera.

"You shouldn't say that, it's a spoiler." Another voice was heard. "No, she's just warning you." The same voice as the other whisper was heard. "No, sir, you know everything, you're spoiling her schedule." You rolled your eyes at the silly argument.

[Who are you with, unnie?]

"I'm accompanied by two quarrelsome children." You laughed at his joke, looking at the two in front of you who rolled their eyes and snorted.

"We are not children!" Jae-jun replied, picking at his food. "Exactly." Do-yeong nodded softly.

[unnie, marry me 🙏🏻🙏🏻]

"Oh, marry you? If you're not underage and can see me at the next fansing, you can already have the ring." You replied flirtatiously.

"Get married? No, no, no!"

[Oh, something is happening~]

"Hey, you're my girlfriend!"

[unnie, are you dating?!???]

[NO, Y/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!!!]

"What's the problem? I'd leave it for a stan of mine" You laughed seeing the men's faces.

[fans first 😸]

[that's right!!]

"Okay, let's return these things we bought." Do-yeong said, extending his hands to the bags beside him. "Yes, let me get it." Jae-jun agreed, was today their day to help each other?

"Hey, leave my purchases! They're my gifts." You whimpered. "Ask a stan of yours to buy it." Jae-jun shrugged.

[oh, no]

"Okay, okay, okay. No stan. Okay?" You asked. "No. Me or him?" Do-yeong asked right away. "That's messing with me!" He complained.

"Me. I'm better than this old man." Jae-jun said excitedly. "Get your horse out of the rain, I'm better!" Do-yeong responds angrily, starting to fight.

"I'll hang up now, bye" You said goodbye to your fans who were 'worried' and having fun with the situation. The next few moments were filled with Jae-jun and Do-yeong fighting, saying their qualities and reasons for being better than each other, which you just had fun with.

★ Clip 4

"I hope everyone enjoys dinner!" Yeon-jin said smiling, everyone gathered around the table, surprising. Delicious food being served and placed on plates, good quality drinks, background music playing, leaving the atmosphere light and side conversations.

"I loved your outfit. Where did you buy it?" Hye-jeong asked from across the table. "That's when I traveled to Monaco." She responded with a smile.

"Wow, this looks perfect on you. You look beautiful." Sa-ra praised next to her, you turned to look and smile brightly. "Thank you, jagiya." She approached you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a side hug.

"Hey, aren't you going to talk about me too?" Hye-jeong turned to Lee who just shrugged, listening to Choi's murmurs and snorts.

A strong hand weighed on her thigh, kneading it hard, you bit your lip to keep from swearing seeing that Ye-sol was at the table too. "That hurts." You warned through gritted teeth to the man next to you.

"Stop." Jae-jun replied, not happy with the interaction between you and Sa-ra, on the other side of the table, Do-yeong frowning. “You guys are so…” You were cut off by another squeeze. "Hey!" You almost screamed, making the table members look at you and laughed shyly.

"Sorry, I'm going to go outside and answer my cell phone." She lied, getting up, followed by a bad-tempered Jae-jun.

"Can you stop that? It's going to stain my thigh." She complained before being turned around and pinned against the wall.

"Then stop being an idiot." He muttered angrily and held up his cell phone. "Or else, you won't have your private party today." The messages with Do-yeong to meet him at a hotel were shown.

"That's not it…" she tried to justify herself. "Isn't that it? Really? Shut up, you could at least…"

"Everything okay there?" Do-yeong's voice was heard behind Jae-jun, who rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just talk as a couple, if you don't mind."

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” He asked you directly. "Yes, everything. Don't worry, we're already heading back to the table."

The walk back to the table was full of complaints from Jae-jun, while Do-yeong was calm, maintaining his posture and you were just rolling your eyes in stress.

★ Clip 5

"Hey, watch where your hand is touching!" The warning was for the design of her clothing measuring her body.

"Stop the nonsense, Jae-jun. It's just his job." You reminded him making him snort. "I don't care, what's mine, nobody touches it."

"Your?" Do-yeong entered the room, seeing you in your underwear and on the 'stage' while the designer was writing down some things.

"Hi Do-yeong." You said smiling and hugged him when he got closer. “Hi Y/N, looking forward to your fashion show?” He sat next to Jae-jun.

"Yes, I'm nervous too. I've never participated in something so big and famous. Of course, it's Channel." You said as you looked at the two in front of you.

"Good, perfect. You'll look wonderful. But I want to bring up an unfinished business." Do-yeong looked at Jae-jun and then at you, who replied 'huh?'. "Who will be your date?"

You stopped and swallowed, it was the topic you wanted to avoid talking about until a future time. "Of course it will be me, I'm handsome." Jae-jun was elated.

"You and your self-esteem." Do-yeong rolled his eyes. “So, Y/N?”

"Well, how can I say this… I'll go with Taehyung." His tone of voice dropped.

"Oh, good good." Jae-jun said. "Wait, WHAT?!" He screamed.

"Taehyung? Why? We should go!" Do-yeong was in disbelief.

"Why is he one of the guests and my agent got this…?" It came out as a question.

"That son of a bitch!" Jae-jun cursed.

"I'll go talk to him." Do-yeong got up to leave. "I'll come along!" Jae-jun accompanied him.

"Oh no…" You said watching them leave.

[rbingsquidgame]

I am tempted to do some kind of Head Canons of Squid Game characters as teachers, but I fear I cannot come up with anything on some characters or fit them as teachers

Also yes it would be the classy stereotypical (usa) teachers or something, because those just are the most used types and shit. and maybe I just put few characters I cant fit as teacher to stereotypical students.

[swagatron9]

When your hurt

Parings: Gi-hun x reader, Ali x reader, Sang-woo x reader, Sae-byeok x reader, In-ho x reader, Jun-ho x reader.

Warnings: Kind of obvious, but if not, blood and murder. Basic squid game tws.

- This man would be STRESSED.

- "Are you okay?" "Are you sure?" "Do you need anything?" "Are you sure?"

- He would want to do anything he could to protect you and isn't afraid of showing it.

- He may try to make himself look fabulous while doing it, though, only for you.

- Would try and wrap your wound up with a chunk of his shirt.

- I imagine him sitting there trying to rip a piece of fabric from his shirt but failing miserably.

- Would get up and jump around while trying to tear it off.

- Wants to be serious about the situation but also wants to make you laugh, so you forget about being hurt.

- 100% blame himself.

- Should have used the eyes he has installed in the back of his head so he could have stopped you from getting injured.

- Would go straight to Sang-woo because he went to school at SNU

- Precious little Ali would be worried to the max.

- 100% Would throw himself in front of you in order to block you from danger.

- Human shield.

- Would be like Gi-hun with the constant questions, but more intense.

- Would get down on his knees and beg for someone to help you, even if you reassure him that you aren't severely injured.

- The scene where he picks up the large beam and starts waving it around.

- Would try his best to help you as much as possible.

- Hand holding is a must.

- Won't let you suffer alone.

- I feel like if it was a minor injury like you stubbed your toe, he might also do the same to himself, so you aren't alone with your pain.

- "I should have been there to stop it." "Please forgive me."

- Would be discreet about checking up on you.

- If it was the middle of the games, you may see his eyes flicker over to you every now and then, but I doubt he would actually stop and go out of his way to help unless it was a major injury.

- Don't get me wrong, he may love you, but he thinks he's too manly for that.

- If your injury was inflicted by another player who had the intent to kill you, he would definitely pay them a visit.

- A little Pushey push, stabby stab.

- Would also be discreet about protecting you.

- 'oh, that man's coming towards you with a chunk of glass, oops, the pole in my hand just hit the back of the man's head, and oops, it just kept hitting him.' What a shame.

- Would sit near you, so you know that he is there for you.

- When he walks past you, he would ask if you were alright.

- Once again, she would be discreet about protecting you, but she also would be highly protective.

- She wants to be the one to help you and doesn't trust anyone else to.

- If you have something that needs to be wrapped, she'll do it if you can't.

- Doesn't want to appear like she does have feelings for you in case people target you *Cough* toilet girls boo *Cough*

- Would sit on your bed so no one could hurt you, or at least try and find a bed near yours and claim it.

- If worse comes, she would ask Gi-hun for help, or even Ji-Yeong.

- Would glare at anyone that comes too close to you, but she wouldn't let you see her like that.

- Would be too shy to hold your hand but would want to as a way of comforting you.

- Please hold her hand.

- Would do everything possible to make sure you wouldn't be hurt, but also try to make it discreet because equality.

- If you were on the verge of dying, he would strut into the room with his gun in hand and say good night to the poor soul that decided to attack you.

- If you were hurt and he noticed you going to the bathroom, he would give one of the guards a first aid kit so they could give it to you.

- He would sneak in some 'leftover' food the guards could give to you, although it's a bit suspicious when the so-called 'leftovers' were only given to you, even if you weren't at the end of the line.

- Also a bit more suspicious when the so-called 'leftovers' aren't actually 'leftovers' because now one person is crying about not having food.

- Frontman just shrugs it off.

- Would 1000% risk his own life for yours.

- Carry you into his room and rest you on those rich blankets.

- Doctor on speed dial.

- At first, the only reason he had come was to find his brother, but once he saw you, he now had the pressure of protecting you.

- During the second round, you 'accidentally' get nudged over to the triangle line.

- Overall, try an avoid you from getting hurt in the first place.

- Straight over to you when the doors open after the night where everyone is attacked.

- Wouldn't let you know that he was there because he doesn't want you to worry too much and cause yourself to panic and lose the games.

- In the games, he would try and stay close to you to watch over.

- Helps you wrap up a wound in the bathroom but still won't make himself known.

- Happily shoot anyone that tries to hurt you.

- That would be the only time he makes himself known.

- Takes you with him when he tries to escape.

- For this, we will pretend he doesn't die, and he goes with In-ho.

- Makes In-ho promise not to hurt you before he follows.

[frumpyfr0g-blog]

Wife-Stealing Sons (Suga Scenario)

Genre: Fluff [F]

Pairing: Suga x (Female) Reader

Summary: You’re the only girl your sons know that doesn’t have cooties. 

Notes:

Appa: Means father/dad

Eomma: Means mother/mom

Hyung: Means brother/what boys call boys older than them

+

“I would like to ask for your hand in marriage.”

“(Y/N), where are the boys?” Yoongi, your husband of nearly a decade questioned, not bothering to look up from his notebook.

With a sigh escaping your lips, you glanced around. Coast was clear.

“I don’t know. But enjoy the peace and quiet while you can. I know I will.” He gave a small smirk to your remark that you noticed as you tilted your head back to your book.

Though, all good things must come to an end. Abruptly, there was a loud commotion from the brothers’ shared bedroom as they began to speak and yell informally in Satoori at each other. Eventually, you heard determined footsteps making their way towards you and Yoongi. The eight-year-old Min appeared in the kitchen, his resting face serious.

“Ah, Ye-Jun, hey there.” 

“Hello, Eomma. I’ve come to make an announcement.”

“Oh? Let’s hear it then.”

You watched as he breathed in, puffing out his chest like a manly man. Ye-Jun was the eldest of the two and always seemed to be serious and stoic. 

“Once I become of age, I would like to ask for your hand in marriage.”

Yoongi twitched. 

“I’d love to marry you, Ye-Jun. To what may I owe this honor?”

“Well, most girls have cooties, but you don’t--”

He was cut off by the four-year-old Min making an entrance. Ye-Jun gave a discontented groan of sorts before listening to his brother. 

“Yeong-Su in the house!” He made tiny rapper movements, imitating his dad. 

“Yeong-Su, quit stealing my thunder!” The older son growled. 

“Shut up, Ye-Jun-hyung! I hafta talk to Eomma.” He pushed his brother out of the way.

“Yeong-Su, it’s not very nice to speak to your hyung that way--” You began but his enthusiasm sky-rocketed.

“Eomma! Will you marry me? Pretty please~?!” He gifted you with a famous Min grin. (that rhyme im crying)

Yoongi gripped his pen tighter. 

“I’d love to marry you, too, Yeong-Su--” You got interrupted yet again. 

“You say you’d marry me, Eomma!” Ye-Jun pointed out with a tone of disbelief. 

“No, she’s marrying me! She’s mine!” Yeong-Su yelled. 

“Boys, settle down...” You said into nothingness as they continued bickering.

Yoongi’s chair screeched as he pushed it backwards in a swift movement. 

“Eomma is already married!” He said, but it came out more like a desperate cry.

“W-what?!” Yeong-Su looked at him, “Who’s got her?!”

“Appa!” Yoongi jabbed a thumb at his chest, “Eomma is married to Appa!” 

A smile danced across your features, as the Min Yoongi began to grow frustrated with your sons asking you to be their wife. 

“How?! She was supposed to marry me!” Ye-Jun let his serious act drop, and began to pout like there was no tomorrow. 

Yoongi roughly grabbed your hand, the one that had held your ring. 

“This! This shows that Appa claimed Eomma for his own, understand?” 

Not saying anything, you let this mess unfold hilariously before you. 

“Ew! Appa’s like a monster! He kidnapped Princess Eomma!” Yeong-Su cried in distress. 

“We have to rescue her! He’ll eat her!” Ye-Jun exclaimed. 

A smirk crawled up on his face. You had a feeling you knew what was coming. 

“Maybe he already has.” Yoongi said, gripping your hand tighter. 

Your husband received a nice punch in the arm. 

+

Author’s Note

Wtffffff. I do NOT do smut, but this took a weirdly suggestive turn lmao. Anyways, I sincerely hoped you enjoyed whatever this was. I swear I’m a better writer than this, I’ll promise you that!

Bye Bye~

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker Oh Jun Yeong X Reader

Chapter 1

The next morning, Y/n was jolted awake by the sound of her phone buzzing on the bedside table. She had slept poorly, her dreams tangled with strange, fragmented images that left her feeling disoriented. Reaching for her phone, she rubbed her eyes, still half asleep as she glanced at the notification.

I see you.

Her heart skipped a beat, the message sending a cold shiver through her. It was a cryptic, unsettling text from an unknown number. The words seemed to linger in the air, heavy with an ominous weight. She stared at the screen for a few seconds, trying to process the meaning behind the message, but it felt like her mind was moving too slowly.

She didn’t know who it was. She didn’t know why someone would send her something so strange, so chilling. She opened her contact list to see if it was anyone she recognized—no luck. The number was completely unfamiliar. Her stomach tightened with unease, the disquiet gnawing at her.

She’d been in situations before, had people make strange comments or send uncomfortable messages, but this felt different. Something about the simplicity of it—I see you—spelled out a deeper, more dangerous meaning. A part of her dismissed it, telling herself it was probably some random prank, but another part of her felt that strange, nagging suspicion that there was more to this than met the eye.

Y/n decided to ignore it for now. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t meant for her. She went about her morning routine, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that clung to her, but her mind kept circling back to the message.

By the time she left for work, the feeling of being watched intensified. The world seemed the same—people walking down the street, the noise of cars, the familiar buzz of the city—but something was off. She couldn’t pinpoint it. She just knew that something had shifted.

As she made her way into the office, she tried to focus on the tasks at hand. But her mind kept drifting, wondering who would have sent that message. She checked her phone repeatedly, just to make sure there were no new texts, no sign that whoever it was had contacted her again. But it stayed quiet.

At lunch, she went to the same café she always visited, hoping to ground herself in something familiar. She ordered her usual—a black coffee and a small pastry—and sat near the window, watching the people outside. The sun was bright, the world full of life, but all she could feel was a subtle tension in the air, the gnawing sense that someone was watching her.

She glanced up briefly, catching sight of a man sitting across the café. His face was familiar. She couldn’t place where she had seen him before, but there was something unsettling about the way he was staring at her. His gaze wasn’t just a passing glance—it was intense, purposeful. It made her skin crawl.

He was seated by the window, one hand resting casually on the table, the other holding a cup of coffee. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes never left her. There was a flicker of recognition, something she couldn’t name, but it sent a shiver down her spine. As their eyes met for a moment, he didn’t look away. Instead, his lips curled into a faint smile, almost as if he were acknowledging something she couldn’t yet understand.

She quickly averted her gaze, her heart rate picking up as the tension in her chest grew. She felt her palms growing clammy, her breathing shallow. Had he been watching her before? Was he the one who had sent the message? She didn’t know, but the feeling of unease was undeniable.

She tried to shake it off, telling herself she was just being paranoid. It was a busy café; people were just being people. But there was something about him, something about the way he sat so still, so deliberately, that made her feel like she was the target of something bigger. The longer she stared, the more his presence seemed to press in on her, suffocating her.

When she stood up to leave, she noticed him standing as well, moving in the same direction. He wasn’t following her directly, but his movements were synchronized with hers, as if he were always a step behind her. Her pulse quickened, her instincts screaming that something was off.

She turned a corner and walked faster, her thoughts racing. Was she imagining it? Was he really following her, or was it just her anxiety making everything feel worse?

But when she reached her building, she turned around one last time, catching a glimpse of him again across the street. He wasn’t moving any faster, wasn’t making a direct approach, but he was still there—watching. And in that moment, the unsettling realization hit her: this wasn’t paranoia. He was watching her. And he had been for some time.

The weight of the message from the morning—the one that had seemed so distant and abstract—suddenly became all too real. He had been watching her for longer than she realized. The connection between the text and the stranger in the café was no longer just a coincidence.

Suddenly, she wished she hadn’t ignored the warning signs. Because now she was tangled in something far darker than she could have imagined, and the person responsible for it was far closer than she could have guessed.

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Stalker

Oh Jun Yeong x Reader

chapter 3

The next few days passed in a haze of uncertainty for Y/n. She couldn’t escape the feeling that something was steadily closing in on her. The encounters with Jun-yeong had left a mark, the tension building in the pit of her stomach. Every time she stepped outside, she half expected to see him standing there, watching her. But it wasn’t just that; it was the unsettling fact that her mind kept drifting back to him, trying to decipher his motives, trying to understand why someone like him would focus on her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper, something beneath the surface of his actions, but she couldn’t figure out what.

Then, one night, she received another message.

I know where you live.

Her blood ran cold as she stared at the text, her hand trembling. The words were simple, but they were enough to send a rush of panic through her. She couldn’t even remember how he had found out where she lived, but the fact that he knew made her feel exposed in a way she hadn’t before.

She quickly glanced around her apartment, checking the locks, checking the windows, the door—everything seemed in place. But she couldn’t help the paranoia creeping in. Was he watching her right now? Was he outside, waiting?

Y/n couldn’t let this continue. She wasn’t going to be his victim, caught up in his twisted mind games. She knew she needed to confront him, to make him understand that she wasn’t going to be afraid of him anymore.

She grabbed her coat and made her way outside, determination hardening her features. She had to find him.

Her steps were quick and steady as she walked through the quiet streets, the weight of her decision pressing on her chest. The cold air bit at her skin, but it did little to numb the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut.

As she turned a corner, she saw him—standing there, casually leaning against the same lamppost from the other night, as though he had been waiting for her. His eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“You know,” he said, his voice light and almost playful, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“I’m not going to play your games anymore,” Y/n said, her voice shaking but resolute. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “You’ve had your fun. But I’m done.”

Jun-yeong chuckled, pushing off from the lamppost with a fluid movement, his eyes never leaving hers. “Done?” he repeated, as if the concept of her walking away from him was something he couldn’t quite comprehend. “You think you can just walk away?”

Y/n didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she glared at him, willing herself not to flinch, to stand her ground. “I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps—but it quickly faded, replaced by something darker, more predatory.

“You think you’re not afraid of me?” he asked softly, his voice low. “I know you, Y/n. You’re scared. You’ve been scared since the moment I first saw you.”

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He was right. She was scared—terrified, even—but not of him, not in the way he thought. It wasn’t fear of his threats or his twisted games that kept her on edge. It was the uncertainty, the feeling that she couldn’t predict his next move. The power he seemed to have over her, the way he was always one step ahead.

“I’m not scared of you,” she repeated, though it sounded less convincing this time.

Jun-yeong took a step closer, closing the space between them. His eyes bored into hers, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.

“You should be,” he murmured.

Her breath hitched as she stood frozen, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. She didn’t want to give in to the fear, but something in the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, made her feel small and vulnerable.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said again, this time with more conviction. She took a deep breath and pulled away from him, taking a step back.

Jun-yeong didn’t follow her, though. Instead, he stood there, his eyes narrowing in contemplation, as if she had said something that intrigued him.

“You’re a lot stronger than I thought,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’ll give you that.”

Y/n took another step back, her heart still racing. “This ends now. I don’t care what you want, Jun-yeong. I’m not your game, and I’m not your prey.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, a cold, unreadable expression on his face. Then, without warning, he gave a small smile, almost too faint to notice.

“You’ll regret this,” he said, his voice soft but with an edge that sent a chill down her spine. “You’ll come to me eventually. And when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his footsteps quiet but certain, disappearing into the night. Y/n stood there for a long moment, the words hanging in the air like a dark promise.

But for the first time since this madness had begun, she felt a spark of something else—something that wasn’t fear. It was determination.

She wasn’t going to let him control her. Not now, not ever.

But deep down, a part of her wondered—What happens when he comes back?

The days that followed were eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Y/n had expected Jun-yeong to retaliate, to push her boundaries again, but his absence was almost worse than his presence. It made her paranoid, made her second-guess every decision she made. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still watching her, lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to make the next move.

It wasn’t until she was heading home one evening, the sky already darkening with the onset of night, that she felt the familiar sensation of being followed. Her steps quickened instinctively, but it didn’t help. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her back.

When she turned the corner of the street leading to her apartment building, she froze.

There he was.

Jun-yeong stood casually in front of the entrance, his arms crossed, as if he had been waiting for her. The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, painting him in a muted glow that made his presence feel even more menacing.

“Looking for me?” he asked, his voice a lazy drawl, as though they were old acquaintances catching up.

Y/n's heart slammed against her ribcage, but she didn’t let him see her fear. She forced herself to walk towards him, every step a battle against the instincts telling her to turn around and run.

“What do you want, Jun-yeong?” she asked, her voice trembling only slightly.

He smirked, eyes glinting with amusement as he took a slow step toward her, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re different from the others. You’re… interesting.”

Y/n’s fists clenched at her sides, the desire to push him away burning in her chest. “I’m not interested in whatever game you think you’re playing.”

“Who says I’m playing a game?” Jun-yeong’s eyes sparkled with a hint of something sinister. “Maybe I’m just trying to understand you.”

Y/n’s stomach twisted. “I don’t need your understanding.”

His smile faltered for a brief moment, and for the first time, Y/n saw a flicker of something more than just amusement in his eyes. It was almost… sad.

“You’re wrong, Y/n,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t need me to understand you. But you need to understand something else.”

She stood frozen, trying to read his expression, trying to make sense of what he meant. What could he possibly think he knew about her? What was it that he wanted her to understand?

Jun-yeong took another step closer, his presence overwhelming, but this time, there was no trace of mockery in his voice. “I’m not like the others. I don’t do this for fun. I do it because I’m trying to figure out why you make me feel this way.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless. “What way?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm in a light, almost tentative touch. It sent a shiver down her spine, but this time, she didn’t pull away.

“There’s something about you,” he said softly, almost like he was speaking to himself. “Something that makes me want to… protect you.”

Y/n’s head spun, the implications of his words crashing over her like a wave. She didn’t know how to respond. What did he mean by that? Was this all some twisted confession? Or was he just toying with her, like he had been doing all along?

But before she could speak, Jun-yeong stepped back, as if realizing how close he was, how vulnerable he had allowed himself to become in that moment.

“You’re so confusing, Y/n,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “You make it so hard to figure you out.”

Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the night. Y/n stood there, motionless, as the last of the tension in the air seemed to dissipate.

She didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t know if he had meant what he said or if it was just another part of his manipulation. But one thing was clear: Jun-yeong wasn’t done with her.

And as much as she hated to admit it, part of her didn’t want him to be.

The next few days were filled with the weight of Jun-yeong’s cryptic words. Y/n couldn’t escape the feeling that his confession—if it could be called that—had triggered something deeper in her as well. Was it fear? Was it intrigue? Or was it something more dangerous?

She tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that she was just being paranoid, but every time she stepped outside, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder, wondering if he was nearby. And every time she felt the creeping sensation that someone was watching her, she knew—he was close.

And just when she thought she might finally get a moment of peace, her phone buzzed.

I think you’re starting to understand now.

The message was short, but it hit her like a ton of bricks.

She wasn’t sure whether she hated the fact that he knew her so well or the fact that she might be starting to understand him too.

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chapter 4

The days dragged on, and the weight of Jun-yeong's cryptic messages and unpredictable behavior lingered in the back of Y/n’s mind. She tried to focus on other things, tried to push the anxiety aside, but it was always there, a constant hum that made it hard to relax. He had a way of getting under her skin, of making her think about him even when she didn’t want to.

Her routine became more rigid, her steps more cautious as she moved through her day-to-day life. She couldn’t let him win. She couldn’t let him control her, no matter how much he tried to insinuate himself into her thoughts. But even with her defenses up, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting closer—closer to breaking through the walls she had built around herself.

It was a rainy evening when it happened. Y/n was walking home from work, her mind preoccupied with the mundane thoughts of the day when she suddenly heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind her. She froze, her heart racing in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Jun-yeong.

She didn’t know why, but in that moment, she didn’t feel the same fear she had before. Maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was because she had started to accept the idea that he wasn’t going to leave her alone. But this time, she didn’t run. Instead, she turned slowly, meeting his gaze as he stopped a few feet away from her, his expression unreadable.

“Are you following me again?” Y/n asked, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart.

Jun-yeong’s lips curved into a small, almost playful smile. “Following you?” he repeated, his tone light. “I prefer to think of it as… keeping an eye on you.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, studying him as the rain soaked his hair and clothes. He looked like he didn’t care about the storm, standing there with that same eerie calmness. She had to admit—there was something unsettlingly magnetic about him. He was dangerous, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel… alive.

“What do you want?” she asked again, her voice a little more fragile this time, a little less certain.

Jun-yeong took a step closer, his eyes glinting in the dim light from the streetlamps. “What do I want, Y/n?” he repeated, his voice quiet now, almost intimate. “I want to understand you. I want to know what makes you tick. Why you act like you don’t care, when I can see it in your eyes. You’re just as tangled up in this as I am.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sunk in. She hadn’t realized it before, but he was right. There was something in her—the same curiosity, the same need to understand him that had been gnawing at her ever since their first encounter. She didn’t want to admit it, but part of her was intrigued by him. Part of her wanted to know the twisted workings of his mind, to understand why he was the way he was.

But another part of her—perhaps the smarter, safer part—knew that to delve too deeply into him was to risk losing herself.

“I don’t need you to understand me,” she said, her voice firm despite the uncertainty inside. “I don’t need anyone to. And I’m not going to let you make me feel like I do.”

Jun-yeong didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he closed the gap between them, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle. Y/n didn’t flinch, though every nerve in her body screamed at her to step back.

“You’re lying,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper now. “You’re not fooling me, Y/n. You want to understand me, just as much as I want to understand you.”

Her chest tightened, the words leaving her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t expected. She was used to keeping her walls up, but Jun-yeong was starting to chip away at them, piece by piece.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Y/n said, though the words came out more uncertain than she’d intended.

Jun-yeong smiled, a look of quiet satisfaction in his eyes. “Oh, but I do. And that’s what makes it so interesting.”

Before she could respond, he took a step back, the playful glint never leaving his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I’ll be here, watching, waiting. And sooner or later, you’ll want to know what happens next.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the rain, leaving her standing alone in the street, her heart pounding, her thoughts racing.

In the days that followed, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. The lines between them had blurred in a way that unsettled her. She was no longer sure if she hated him, or if, in some strange way, she was beginning to crave his attention. It was a dangerous thought, one she tried to push away, but it kept coming back, like a persistent echo in the back of her mind.

She was walking a thin line, teetering between fear and fascination, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep herself balanced. Jun-yeong had gotten under her skin, and now there was no way to escape it.

The rain had been relentless all day, pounding the city in a steady rhythm that made the streets slick and the air heavy with tension. Y/n had expected it to be just another lonely evening—maybe a quiet walk home, maybe another few hours spent lost in thought. But as she rounded the corner near her apartment, she saw him again.

Jun-yeong stood in the shadows of a nearby alley, his silhouette barely visible against the backdrop of streetlights and rain. He wasn’t exactly hiding; it was as if he was waiting, patient and knowing that she’d come.

When she spotted him, her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. He looked the same as always—calm, composed, almost unnervingly so—but something in the way he was standing, the way he seemed to be waiting for her, made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she couldn’t explain.

Without thinking, she walked towards him, her feet moving on their own accord, driven by the strange pull he always seemed to have over her.

“You’ve been watching me again, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice low but steady. There was no fear this time—just exhaustion, maybe even curiosity.

Jun-yeong’s lips curled into a smile, the familiar glint in his eyes that both comforted and unnerved her. “I’m not stalking you, Vaunne. I’m… observing. There’s a difference.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite behind it. “You’re really starting to sound like a creep.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Maybe I am. But you wouldn’t walk toward me if you didn’t want to know what happens next.”

Y/n hesitated, standing just a few feet away from him now. She could feel the electricity in the air between them—thick and charged, as if the very space they occupied was alive with unspoken tension.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she whispered, her voice softer than she intended. “You make me feel… things I shouldn’t feel.”

His eyes darkened, a flash of something—maybe desire, maybe something darker—crossing his face. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm against her skin. “And what exactly is it that you’re feeling, Y/n?”

The proximity was intoxicating. Y/n could barely think with him standing this close, the air between them heavy, suffocating almost. Her pulse quickened, and despite every instinct telling her to pull away, she found herself leaning in just slightly, drawn to him, unable to stop herself.

Before she knew it, his hand was on her arm, his touch firm yet gentle, almost like he was grounding her in that moment. She didn’t pull away—couldn’t.

“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” Jun-yeong murmured, his voice like a soft caress. “And I think you’re starting to realize you don’t want me to.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as his fingers slid to her wrist, holding her in place. His other hand reached up to gently cup her face, his touch lingering. There was something so intensely intimate about the moment, something that felt almost too raw to bear.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she didn’t look away. There was a pull between them, an undeniable magnetism that made her want to lean into him, to let the world around them fade away.

He tilted her chin up slightly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, tracing the outline like he was committing every detail of her to memory. Y/n could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a strange mix of shame and desire swirling in her stomach. She had always told herself she would never give in to him, never let him get this close, but now, in this moment, she wasn’t so sure.

“You don’t have to be scared, Y/n,” Jun-yeong whispered, his voice soft and almost tender. “I’m not going to hurt you… unless you want me to.”

Her body tensed at his words, but the way he spoke them—so calm, so sure—only made the tension between them grow. His touch lingered on her skin, his fingers gently caressing the curve of her jaw, and it was almost too much. She closed her eyes for a second, her mind fighting against the raw attraction she felt toward him.

“What if I don’t know what I want?” Y/n whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Jun-yeong’s lips brushed against her ear, sending a wave of shivers through her body. “Then you’ll have to figure it out, Y/n. And I’ll be here when you do.”

He leaned in, his lips just inches from hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. The rain continued to fall around them, the sound of it mixing with the rapid beat of her heart.

And then, without warning, he stepped back, breaking the moment before it could become something more. Y/n’s breath came out in a sharp exhale, the tension between them still palpable in the air.

Jun-yeong’s eyes held hers for a long moment, and then, with a small smirk, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving her standing there, her heart racing, her thoughts spinning.

Y/n stood still for a long time after he left, her mind reeling. She didn’t know what had just happened, or why her body felt like it was still buzzing from the briefest of touches. But she knew one thing for sure: Jun-yeong had changed everything. And whether she liked it or not, she was already too deep to pull away.

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chapter 6

It had been a long, draining week for Y/n. Everything felt off, like the world was slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t keep up. The small things had begun to pile up—failed assignments, unfinished projects, misunderstandings with friends—and with each passing day, her sense of isolation grew. It wasn’t that she was truly alone, but it felt like everyone was moving on without her. Her friends had their own lives, and their own problems, and the distance between them seemed to grow no matter how hard she tried to bridge the gap.

She sat at her kitchen table, the room dimly lit by the fading afternoon light. Her phone lay in front of her, the screen cracked from an earlier accident. It had been hours since anyone had reached out, and the emptiness around her was almost suffocating.

The weight of everything pressed down on her—her inability to connect with those around her, the anxiety gnawing at her from every direction. She wanted to scream, to vent the frustration that had built up inside her. But there was no one to listen. There never was.

Her thoughts drifted to Jun-yeong.

She hated herself for it, but in the deepest part of her mind, she couldn’t deny that she thought about him more often than she should. The way he always seemed to know what to say, the way his words made her feel like he understood her in a way no one else could. Even if his presence made her uneasy, she couldn’t shake the pull he had on her.

She had pushed him away countless times. Told herself that he was toxic, that his manipulations were dangerous, that she didn’t need him. But right now, at this moment of weakness, she was struggling to convince herself that it was true.

Her phone buzzed, and Y/n glanced at the screen. It was a message from him.

"You seem off. Want to talk?"

The words were simple, but they hit her harder than she expected. He knew. He always seemed to know when she was struggling. He was always there, lurking in the shadows of her thoughts, offering a hand when she was most vulnerable.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she debated whether to respond. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what he would say, but the isolation, the frustration, the crushing loneliness inside her pushed her to reply.

"I’m not okay."

There was no immediate response. Y/n’s heart raced, the silence stretching longer than she expected. Just when she thought he had ignored her, her phone buzzed again.

"I’ll be there in a few."

Y/n stared at the screen, her pulse quickening. She didn’t know what she expected from him, but the fact that he was coming—no questions asked, no judgment—felt like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.

She stood up, pacing around her small apartment, trying to calm herself. Her mind raced with doubts. Was this a good idea? Should she reach out to him? He wasn’t someone she should rely on, not when she was already feeling this fragile. But as the seconds ticked by, she couldn’t help the growing desperation. She needed someone. Anyone.

The knock at her door made her jump. It was him.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she opened the door. When she did, Jun-yeong stood there, leaning against the frame with his usual half-smirk, but his eyes—his eyes were different. They were softer, more knowing.

“I thought you might need me,” he said quietly, stepping inside when she didn’t say anything.

For a moment, they stood there, the weight of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. She couldn’t find the words to explain the mess of emotions swirling inside her, so she didn’t try. Instead, she just closed the door behind him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself be vulnerable.

She leaned against the door, her eyes focused on the floor. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… I feel so alone, like nothing is going right.”

Jun-yeong didn’t say anything at first. He watched her carefully, his gaze unreadable, before walking closer. His presence, though unsettling at times, felt oddly comforting now. He was the only one who had ever been so persistent, so unwilling to let her slip away.

“You’re not alone,” he said, his voice low, almost gentle. “I’m here.”

Y/n looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “But you don’t understand. No one does. Everyone around me seems so caught up in their own lives. They don’t care.”

Jun-yeong’s expression shifted, something darker flickering in his eyes. “That’s because they’re not the ones who see you for who you really are. They don’t know you like I do.”

She shook her head, trying to push the feeling away, but it kept creeping in, this dangerous belief that maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t have anyone else. Perhaps no one else cared in the way he did.

The thought made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t push it aside.

“I don’t want to need you,” she admitted quietly, almost as if to herself.

Jun-yeong stepped closer, his gaze softening just slightly. “You don’t have to want it. You just do. And that’s okay.”

The words hit her harder than she expected. She wanted to fight against it, to deny it, but there was an undeniable pull to him, a familiarity that made her feel understood in a way she had never felt before. He wasn’t here to fix her or save her. He was just… here. And that was enough for her at this moment.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she said, the vulnerability in her voice thick. “Please.”

Jun-yeong didn’t need to ask who she meant. He simply nodded, his expression unreadable but somehow reassuring. “I won’t. But you don’t have to carry this on your own. Not anymore.”

In that moment, despite everything she had told herself about him, despite the manipulations she knew he was capable of, she felt a strange comfort in his presence. She didn’t want to admit it, but she couldn’t deny that she needed him—just like he had said.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel completely alone.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She sat on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring out the window. The streetlights outside cast a faint, warm glow through the curtains, but her mind was elsewhere.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and without looking, she knew who it was. Jun-yeong. She had been trying to avoid him, trying to convince herself that she didn’t need him, but when she glanced down at the screen and saw his name, her heart skipped.

“I’m outside. Let me in.”

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. He knew things, and found ways into her life without her even realizing it. He always seemed to know when she was at her breaking point.

With a mixture of hesitation and something else—something she couldn’t name—she stood up and walked to the door. When she opened it, he was standing there, leaning against the frame, his dark eyes locking with hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension between them was thick, charged with unspoken words and emotions that neither wanted to acknowledge. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she stepped aside to let him in.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice a mix of frustration and curiosity, her arms crossed over her chest.

Jun-yeong didn’t respond right away. He simply closed the door behind him and looked at her with that same unreadable expression he always wore, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Because you need me,” he said softly, his voice low, almost soothing in its certainty.

Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t need you. I didn’t ask for your help.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “No, you didn’t. But I know you. You don’t need to say it. I can see it in your eyes.”

Before she could protest, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, the touch surprisingly tender.

Her breath caught at the sudden intimacy. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed the warmth of someone else’s presence, the feeling of being cared for—cared about—despite the way he had manipulated her in the past. Despite everything, she felt herself drawn to him, unable to look away.

“You’ve been pushing people away,” Jun-yeong said softly, his voice almost a whisper as his thumb gently traced the curve of her cheek. “But you don’t have to do that with me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n felt her heart beat faster as his hand lingered on her face. There was something in his gaze, something raw and vulnerable that made her want to lean into him, to allow herself to feel what she had been trying so desperately to deny.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his for some sign of sincerity.

Jun-yeong’s hand slid down to her neck, his fingers tracing lightly over her skin. “You don’t have to trust me. But I’m here, aren’t I?”

She closed her eyes, the gentle pressure of his touch sending shivers down her spine. There was something about him, something magnetic, that made it hard to resist. The walls she had built up so carefully started to crumble, piece by piece.

Without thinking, her hand reached up to touch his, fingers brushing against his as if testing the reality of his presence.

“You can’t just walk into my life and expect me to fall for this,” she whispered, but her words were lacking the usual conviction.

Jun-yeong smiled, his eyes dark with something that made Y/n’s pulse quicken. “But you already have. Haven’t you?”

Before she could respond, he leaned down, his lips brushing softly against her forehead. It was gentle, almost too soft, but it sent a rush of warmth through her that made her feel both grounded and out of control at the same time.

“Just let me in,” he murmured, his voice low and insistent. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The sincerity in his voice, the warmth of his touch, and the way he seemed to understand her better than anyone else made her heart ache. She didn’t know how to respond, but all of a sudden, the weight of her loneliness, her isolation, became too much to bear.

She closed the small distance between them, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was slow, uncertain at first. But as the kiss deepened, all the doubts and fears she had been holding onto melted away. She didn’t know where this was going, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t care.

In that moment, it was just the two of them—no expectations, no manipulations. Just the feeling of connection, the overwhelming sense that, for once, she wasn’t alone.

[reobabesstuff]

Stalker

Oh Jun Yeong x Reader

Chapter 2

The next few days felt like a blur, the heavy feeling of being watched never quite leaving Y/n’s chest. She’d changed her routine, avoiding the café where the man had been the last time, trying to reassure herself that it was just a coincidence. But every corner she turned, every shadow that seemed to stretch too far, reminded her that the world was no longer as safe as it once seemed.

Her phone remained quiet for most of the day, but the feeling never lifted. And then, one evening, as she walked home from work, she saw him again.

He was standing across the street, leaning against a lamppost, his eyes fixed on her as she made her way down the familiar road. He wasn’t pretending to be inconspicuous—he stood there with a casual confidence, his gaze unwavering, the same twisted smile playing at the corner of his lips. He didn’t hide the fact that he was watching her. In fact, it was as if he wanted her to know.

Y/n's heart dropped into her stomach as she froze mid-step. Every instinct screamed at her to turn and walk away, but something kept her rooted to the spot, her eyes locked onto his.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his presence was overwhelming. It was as if the world had narrowed down to the space between them, and she was caught in his web, unable to break free.

She gathered herself, forcing her legs to start moving again, but this time with a purpose. Her mind raced—was this the same man who had sent her the text? The one who had been following her? And why now, why today? Was he trying to get her attention? Or was he simply playing with her, like a puppet on a string?

As she walked past him, she could feel his eyes on her, still lingering, burning into her skin. She tried to keep her face expressionless, her steps purposeful, but her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Y/n."

Her name. Spoken softly, but it cut through the air like a knife.

She stopped dead in her tracks. His voice—calm, smooth—sent a shiver of both recognition and fear down her spine. She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t.

"Why are you following me?" Her voice was stronger than she felt, but it didn’t stop her hands from shaking. "What do you want?"

Jun-yeong took a step closer, his shoes tapping softly against the pavement. He wasn’t in a rush. He was enjoying this.

"You don’t have to be afraid," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I’m not going to hurt you."

The words didn’t reassure her in the slightest. If anything, they made her feel more exposed, like a prey animal, vulnerable and cornered. What did he want from her? Why did he think this was some game?

"I’m not afraid of you," she snapped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. "Just stay away from me."

He was standing only a few feet away now, his dark eyes reflecting the streetlights as he regarded her with a kind of detached curiosity.

"Is that how you feel?" he asked, almost mockingly, like he found her resistance amusing. "You don’t even know me. How could you be so sure?"

y/n felt a surge of anger. How could he act so nonchalant? So confident? She wanted to lash out, but something held her back. She didn’t know how far he was willing to push, or what he was capable of. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t going to stop until she confronted him.

"What do you want with me?" she demanded, her voice trembling but fierce. "Why are you doing this?"

Jun-yeong didn’t respond right away. He studied her, his gaze calculating, as if weighing his words carefully. And then, finally, he spoke—his voice soft, almost gentle.

"I don’t want anything from you," he said, his tone completely at odds with the tension in the air. "I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice."

Y/n blinked, thrown off by the response. It didn’t make sense. He was playing some twisted game with her, toying with her emotions, and it made her skin crawl.

"I noticed," she said, her voice colder now. "And I don’t want any part of this."

A flicker of something passed across his face—a glimmer of amusement or perhaps disappointment—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He didn’t move closer, didn’t push her further. He just stood there, watching her with a mixture of fascination and something else, something she couldn’t quite understand.

"I don’t think you really mean that," he said, his voice quiet but somehow penetrating. "You’ll see. You’ll realize why this is happening."

Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked away, his pace leisurely, as if the encounter had been nothing more than a casual conversation. Y/n stood frozen, her pulse racing in her ears, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning—that he would be back.

And the worst part? He was right. She couldn’t ignore him. She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place in her mind, but none of it made sense. Why had he chosen her? What did he want from her? And, most terrifying of all, how far was he willing to go to get what he wanted?

As she made her way home that night, the weight of his presence lingered, a constant, unsettling reminder that Jun-yeong wasn’t just an observer—he was someone who would stop at nothing to be a part of her world, whether she wanted him there or not.

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chapter 9

MESSY MAKE-OUT!!

The tension in the air was thick as she stood in the center of Jun-yeong’s dimly lit apartment, her voice sharp and unrelenting. The rain outside battered against the windows, a distant echo to the storm brewing inside.

“You think I don’t notice, Jun-yeong?” she snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “The way you pull strings behind my back? The way you manipulate every little thing to keep me under your thumb? Do you even hear yourself when you talk about ‘protecting me’?”

Jun-yeong, who had been sitting on the edge of the couch with his head bowed, clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. His usual mask of cool indifference was cracking, his jaw tight as her words lashed at him.

“I trusted you,” she continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and betrayal. “And all you’ve done is use that trust against me. Every time I think I can rely on you, you prove me wrong. What kind of person does that?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jun-yeong said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. But she didn’t stop.

“No, it’s not enough!” she shouted, her eyes blazing with fury. “You think you’re some kind of savior, don’t you? Playing God with my life, deciding what’s best for me. Newsflash, Jun-yeong—you’re not the hero in this story. You’re the villain.”

His head snapped up, and for a moment, the room went silent. Then he rose to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. When he spoke, his voice was cold, razor-sharp.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to her. “You stand there, accusing me, judging me, as if you’ve lived even a fraction of the life I have.”

She held her ground, though her heart pounded in her chest. “Don’t turn this around on me,” she said, her voice wavering but defiant. “This isn’t about your past. This is about what you’ve done to me.”

“What I’ve done to you?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Everything I’ve done has been for you! Do you have any idea what I’ve sacrificed to keep you safe? What I’ve risked?”

“I never asked for that!” she shouted back, her hands shaking. “I never asked you to play puppet master with my life.”

Jun-yeong’s temper snapped. He slammed his fist into the wall beside her, the sound reverberating through the room. She flinched but didn’t back down, her breath coming in short, angry bursts.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he growled, his voice trembling with rage and something deeper—something almost vulnerable. “I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you think I’m a monster. But I will not stand by and watch you get hurt because you’re too stubborn to see the danger.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “And I won’t let you control me anymore,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

They stood there, the distance between them a chasm neither could cross, their emotions raw and exposed. For once, neither of them spoke, the only sound was the pounding of the rain outside. And in that silence, both of them realized just how deeply they had wounded each other.

The silence stretched between them, the weight of their argument hanging in the air like a storm that refused to pass. Jun-yeong took a step back, his chest heaving as he struggled to rein in his anger. Her eyes followed his movements, her own emotions tangled in a web of frustration, pain, and something she couldn’t quite name.

He turned away from her, running a hand through his hair as if trying to physically dispel the tension coiling within him. “You want me to stop?” he said finally, his voice low and raw. “Fine. I’ll stop. I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. For a moment, she felt the air leave her lungs, her anger evaporating into something much colder. She should have felt relieved, vindicated—but instead, a hollow ache settled in her chest.

“Is that what you think this is about?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling. “That I want you to walk away?”

Jun-yeong turned to face her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. “Isn’t it?” he asked, his tone sharp but wavering. “You’ve made it clear that you think I’m the problem. That you’d be better off without me.”

“I never said that,” she shot back, stepping closer. “You twist everything I say into something it’s not. I’m angry because you keep shutting me out. You make decisions for me, you control everything, but you never let me in.”

Her words seemed to strike a nerve, and for the first time, Jun-yeong looked uncertain. Vulnerable. “I don’t let people in because when I do, they get hurt,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I can’t… I can’t let that happen to you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at the raw emotion in his voice, the crack in his armor that he usually guarded so fiercely. “Don’t you see?” she said, her tone softening. “By keeping me out, you’re hurting me anyway. You don’t have to carry everything on your own, Jun-yeong. I’m stronger than you think.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t understand. If they find out about you—if they know how much you mean to me—they’ll use you against me. They’ll destroy you just to get to me.”

“Then stop giving them the power to control you,” she said, stepping closer still. “Stop hiding behind your lies and manipulation. Trust me enough to stand beside you, not under you.”

Jun-yeong stared at her, his jaw tight, his eyes searching hers for something—confirmation, forgiveness, or maybe just the courage to believe her. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had finally caught up to him.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“Then let me show you,” she replied, reaching out to gently take his hand. “But you have to let me in.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, his hand stiff in hers. But then, slowly, he squeezed her fingers, a silent acknowledgment of the leap of faith he was about to take. The storm between them hadn’t passed, but for the first time, they faced it together.

Y/n’s breath hitched as Jun-yeong’s hand tightened around hers, his grip trembling but firm. His eyes, stormy and unreadable, bore into hers, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. The air between them felt charged, their emotions raw and unfiltered, a volatile mix of anger, pain, and something far deeper that neither of them could suppress anymore.

“You think this is so simple,” Jun-yeong said, his voice low and strained, the words tinged with bitterness. “You think I can just let you in without falling apart.”

Y/n refused to back down, her fingers curling tighter around his. “Maybe you need to fall apart."

He closed his eyes briefly, as though trying to block out her words, but when they opened again, the conflict in them was replaced by something fiercer. Before she could say another word, he moved, stepping so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Y/n,” he murmured her name on his lips a mixture of warning and desperation. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Yes, I do,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest. “Stop pushing me away.”

Something inside Jun-yeong snapped. His hand shot up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek with a roughness that sent a jolt through her. He stared at her for a moment longer, as if giving her one last chance to pull away, but when she didn’t, his resolve shattered.

He crushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was desperate, almost bruising as if he was pouring every unspoken word and unresolved emotion into the connection. Y/n gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt to steady herself, but he didn’t give her a moment to breathe. His other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him, their bodies colliding in a chaotic mix of passion and frustration.

She matched his intensity, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their movements were messy, urgent, their emotions spilling over in a way neither of them could control. Jun-yeong’s lips moved to her jawline, trailing down her neck with a possessive hunger that made her shudder.

“Why do you do this to me?” he muttered against her skin, his voice hoarse and ragged. His grip on her tightened, his emotions teetering between anger and longing. “You drive me insane, Y/n.”

“Good,” she breathed, her voice trembling but defiant. “Maybe it’s time someone got under your skin.”

Her words seemed to ignite something in him, and he kissed her again, harder this time, his teeth grazing her lower lip as his hands roamed possessively over her back. The world around them blurred, their surroundings forgotten as they gave in to the storm raging between them. It wasn’t gentle or tender—it was raw, messy, and unapologetically real. And in that moment, it was everything they needed.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 7

The apartment was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a warm glow over the disorganized space. Y/n sat cross-legged on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she glared at Jun-yeong. He leaned against the doorway, his signature smirk firmly in place, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jacket as if he hadn’t just barged in uninvited.

“I told you to leave me alone,” y/n said sharply, though her voice wavered at the edges. She hated how he always made her feel—conflicted, uncertain. He was like a storm she couldn’t escape.

Jun-yeong shrugged, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You say that, but you’re still here. And you let me in.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she shot back, but the heat in her voice didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until he was standing just a few feet away. The air between them seemed to hum with tension. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it seemed to peel back her defenses with maddening ease.

“Doesn’t it?” he asked softly, his voice low and almost coaxing. “You could’ve slammed the door in my face. Could’ve walked away. But you didn’t.”

y/n looked away, her jaw tightening. She hated how right he was, how easily he read her, even when she didn’t understand her own emotions. “You’re impossible,” she muttered.

Jun-yeong took another step closer, his movements fluid and unhurried. “And yet, here I am.”

Her eyes flicked back to his, narrowed in frustration. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost gentle. “Because I don’t want to.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as he reached out, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. It was such a small, intimate gesture, and yet it felt like it carried the weight of something much larger.

“Don’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but she didn’t pull away. “Don’t make me believe this is something it’s not.”

Jun-yeong’s hand lingered by her cheek, his fingers barely grazing her skin. “What if it’s exactly what it seems?” he asked quietly, his tone devoid of the usual playful edge. “What if I’m not lying this time?”

y/n shook her head, her hands clenching into fists on her lap. “You’re always lying. It’s what you do. I can’t—” Her voice broke, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hold herself together.

He crouched down in front of her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “I know I’ve hurt you,” he said, his voice steady but soft. “And I know you don’t trust me. But I’m not going anywhere."

Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she looked at him, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to protect herself. “You make everything so complicated,” she whispered.

Jun-yeong smiled faintly, his hand finding hers. She stiffened but didn’t pull away. “That’s because I don’t know how to do simple,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “But I can try. For you.”

The tenderness in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely showed, made her heart ache. She hated how much she wanted to believe him, how much she wanted to let herself fall, despite the risks.

“Just… give me time,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, almost reluctantly, she allowed herself to relax, her fingers curling slightly around his. It wasn’t much, but it was enough—for now.

The rain poured relentlessly outside, its rhythmic patter filling the silence of the room. She sat on the floor, her back against the edge of the couch, knees pulled up to her chest. The dim glow of the streetlights filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls. She stared blankly ahead, her mind heavy with thoughts she didn’t want to confront.

Jun-yeong stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her. His usual smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an expression she couldn’t quite place—an almost pained softness.

“You’re just going to sit there and say nothing?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, as though he was afraid to break her any more than she already seemed.

She didn’t answer. Her silence was louder than any words, and it made his chest tighten. He hated this—hated seeing her like this, hated that he didn’t know how to fix it.

He took a step closer, then another, until he was kneeling in front of her. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice a mix of frustration and something gentler, something almost pleading. “Talk to me.”

Her gaze shifted to him, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears. “What’s the point?” she murmured, her voice cracking. “What’s the point of any of this? You… you lie, you manipulate, and I keep letting you. Why? Why do I keep letting you in?”

Her words hit him like a blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he sat down fully, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at her. “Because you see me,” he said quietly. “Not the version I show everyone else, not the lies. You see me.”

she let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t even know who you are. Not really.”

“Yes, you do,” Jun-yeong insisted, his tone firm but gentle. “You know more about me than anyone else ever has. You’re the only one who’s ever looked past all the bullshit.”

She pressed her palms to her face, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m so tired, Jun-yeong. I’m tired of trying to figure you out. Tired of wondering what’s real and what’s just another one of your games.”

He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against hers as she lowered her hands. “This is real,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “What I feel for you… it’s real.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the raw emotion in his voice catching her off guard. She searched his eyes, looking for any trace of deception, but all she saw was vulnerability—a side of him he rarely, if ever, showed.

“Then why does it hurt so much?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because I’m a mess,” he admitted, his tone laced with regret. “Because I don’t know how to love someone the way they deserve. But I’m trying, y/n. For you, I’m trying.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked at him, her walls crumbling under the weight of his honesty. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Jun-yeong leaned closer, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “You don’t have to decide right now,” he said softly. “But I’m here. And I’m not giving up on us.”

For a moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the quiet intimacy of shared pain and tentative hope. She didn’t know what the future held, but for now, she let herself lean into him, seeking solace in his presence.

[reobabesstuff]

chapter 8

The apartment door slammed shut behind Y/n, the sound echoing through the small space. Jun-yeong looked up from his laptop, startled by her sudden entrance. She stood there, dripping wet from the rain, her fists clenched at her sides, and her eyes blazing with a fury he hadn’t seen before.

“Y/n—” he started, but she cut him off, her voice sharp and trembling with emotion.

“Don’t you dare,” she snapped, her words laced with venom. “Don’t you dare try to explain yourself this time.”

Jun-yeong closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair as he watched her. “What happened?”

“What happened?” she repeated, her laugh bitter and hollow. “You! You happened! I’m sick of your lies, your games, your manipulations. I’m sick of letting you crawl your way into my life and tear it apart like it’s your playground!”

His expression darkened, but he stayed quiet, letting her words wash over him.

“I trusted you,” she continued, stepping closer, her voice breaking. “Despite everything, I trusted you. And what do you do? You twist everything I care about, everything I try to hold onto, just to keep me close.”

“Y/n, that’s not—”

“Don’t!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “Don’t you dare deny it. Don’t you dare stand there and act like you’re some innocent bystander in all of this.”

Jun-yeong’s jaw tightened, his usual calm demeanor beginning to crack under the weight of her accusations. “You think I want to hurt you?” he asked, his voice low and tense. “You think I enjoy seeing you like this?”

“I don’t know, Jun-yeong,” she spat, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Do you? Because you keep doing it. Over and over again. And I let you. Every single time.”

Her words hit him harder than he expected, but he didn’t show it. Instead, he stood, stepping closer to her. “I’m not perfect,” he said, his voice steady but strained. “I’ve never claimed to be. But I care about you. More than you realize.”

“Care about me?” she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. “If this is how you care, then I don’t want it. I can’t keep doing this, Jun-yeong. I can’t keep tearing myself apart just to make sense of you.”

The room fell into a tense silence, her ragged breathing the only sound. Jun-yeong looked at her, his expression softening as he saw the pain behind her anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice catching her off guard. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I’m trying to be better.”

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You can’t just say that and expect everything to be okay.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “But I’m not giving up. Not on you.”

She turned away, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to hold herself together. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, without another word, she walked toward the door, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the room.

Y/n's footsteps echoed through the stairwell as she descended, her breath ragged, her mind racing. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get away—away from him, away from the tangled mess he always seemed to drag her into. But the sound of hurried footsteps behind her made her freeze.

“Hey, stop!” Jun-yeong’s voice was sharp, almost pleading.

She whirled around on the landing, her eyes burning with frustration. “What, Jun-yeong? What could you possibly say to make this better?”

He halted a few steps below her, rainwater dripping from his hair and soaking his jacket, but his expression was intense, unreadable. “I can’t let you go,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Not like this.”

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the empty stairwell. “You don’t get to decide that. You’ve already decided too much for me.”

“Because you don’t see it!” he snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t see how much I care about you—how much I’ve already ruined trying to protect you.”

Her jaw tightened, her hands clenching into fists. “Protect me? Is that what you call lying, manipulating, and breaking me down piece by piece until I don’t even recognize myself?”

His face faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I know I’ve messed up. I know. But everything I did—every choice I made—it was to keep you close. Because the thought of losing you—”

“You already lost me!” she yelled, her voice echoing. Her chest heaved as the weight of her anger and pain crashed over her. “You lost me the moment you decided that I was just another pawn in your games.”

Jun-yeong flinched as if her words had physically struck him. For a moment, he said nothing, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You think I don’t know that?” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “You think I don’t hate myself every single day for what I’ve done to you?”

Her breath hitched, the rawness in his voice catching her off guard. She wanted to hold onto her anger, wanted to keep the walls she’d built around her heart intact, but he always knew how to slip through the cracks.

“Then why?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

He stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he were afraid she’d bolt. “Because I’m selfish,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Because I don’t know how to let you go.”

Her lips trembled, her emotions warring within her. She wanted to scream, to cry, to push him away and never look back—but she also wanted to believe him, to believe that somewhere beneath the lies and manipulation, there was something real.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, her voice breaking.

Jun-yeong hesitated, then reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “You don’t have to decide right now,” he said softly. “Just… come back upstairs."

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct told her to turn and run, but something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded—made her pause.

With a shaky breath, she nodded. “One last chance, Jun-yeong. Don’t make me regret it.”

He nodded solemnly, stepping aside to let her walk past him, his presence both a comfort and a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry.