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yanderecrazysie · 5 months ago

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So, um- I may or may not have an idea, hear me out

Idol! Oikawa who everyone in the world know him except for darling, so when she was dragged by her friends to see one of his concert- at first darling was kind of impressed and enjoyed his concert (she's not the type of y/n who reads book at a concert) so when the concert ends her friends, again— dragged her to the vip section to meet him directly. The first glimpse of darling had already made butterflies flying in Oikawa's tummy. He wants to have her, he needs her. After that, he demands his assistants to stalk on darling's life and eventually captured her. Darling was shocked at first and resistant but Oikawa comfort her that there's no one else could treat her better than him

the end-

(also could you make an nsfw part? gonna make it bit spicy🔥)

-🐇anon

My precious bunny anon, I had too much fun writing this! No one judge me on the nsfw part, I'm still not great at writing it. But damn this is SPICY.

Title: Idol

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, NSFW, NON-CON, swearing, implied drugging

Summary: You can see the appeal in the pop sensation Oikawa, but you aren’t aware that he sees even more appeal in you.

idol

/noun/

a person or thing that is greatly admired, loved, or revered:

“Okay, okay, the concert was pretty good,” you admitted, “He’s not just a pretty boy- he can actually sing really well.”

Oikawa smiled as your friend hugged you and squealed, staying just out of sight around the corner with a hat and sunglasses shielding his face from potential fans.

He had been waiting there for an hour.

For you.

Did you believe in love at first sight? Oikawa didn’t. Not until now at least.

He let out a weary sigh as your friend dragged you out of earshot. She was a noisy, annoying creature- not Oikawa’s type at all. But she had brought you to his concert, and that redeemed her in his eyes.

He could see you from the stage as he sang, and you dazzled him far more than any of the spotlights. Everyone’s attention was on him, but his attention rested solely on you. If only you had been seated close enough for him to whisk you up onto the stage!

Now, you were leaving him behind. Ending the concert without another thought. Maybe you would go out for ice cream to complete the night? No. Probably not. It was very late after all.

Maybe you would go home and touch yourself under your sheets to the thought of the handsome idol on stage.

“Hey, Shittykawa,” he heard the voice of his friend and manager Iwaizumi calling to him, “Backstage passes still exist.”

He followed Iwaizumi through the backstage area, hope blossoming in his chest as he began to pray that he would see you in line to meet him, a backstage pass clutched in your pretty little fingers. As soon as the line of girls was in his sights, he zeroed in on the person he wished to see.

Ah. There you are.

You didn’t look particularly excited to be meeting him face-to-face, but that was okay.

Oikawa’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched from behind the curtain. You looked so out of place among the extremely excited fans, with your bored expression and hands stuffed in your pockets. Every single one of the other girls had his face on their shirts while you wore just a plain red hoodie. Your gaze was calm but curious, while the other girls’ eyes shone with excitement.

But to him, you were the only one that mattered.

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and put on his most charming smile, then stepped out from behind the curtain to meet his fans. Cheers erupted from the line and girls began squealing to each other, but his gaze never wandered from an unimpressed you.

One by one, the girls came up to him, getting autographs, selfies, and some brief exchanges, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. How could he make a lasting impression on you? How could he turn you into the lovestruck fan he wished you were?

You were next.

You walked up to him calmly, but you lacked confidence in each step, as if you were uncertain about approaching such a celebrity. Your friend gave you two thumbs up and you laughed softly- music to Oikawa’s ears.

You smiled up at him in a polite sort of way, not a hint of eagerness. “Hey,” is all you said as you handed over the backstage pass for him to sign. He took it from you, making sure that his fingers brushed against your own.

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asked, voice sweet as sugar.

“Yeah,” you said, “You’re pretty talented.”

That’s all? Oikawa winced for a moment before covering up with a winning grin, “I’m so glad you think so, thank you~”

There was an awkward pause where only the sound of his pen scrawling against the backstage pass could be heard. Oikawa finally spoke up, “What’s your name?”

You gave your name, shrinking a little under his intense gaze.

“(Y/n)...” he repeated dreamily, as if savoring the sound of your name on his tongue, “You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed my show.”

You nodded awkwardly, not sure what to say back. The way Oikawa looked at you, as though you were the only girl in the world, made you feel both flattered and frightened.

“Let’s take a picture together,” he suggested. You began to pull your phone out of your pocket, but he was quicker, his light blue cell phone in your face before you could blink. “Say cheese!” Weirded out, you gave the camera a forced smile, shuddering as his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers sinking into your hip.

Oikawa watched as you slipped out of his hold and hurried to the exit, waiting at the door for your friend to have her turn with the idol. He forced a charming smile back to his lips and signed a picture of himself and took a picture with your friend. He was every bit the gentleman to your bestie, while his eyes remained glued on you.

As soon as your friend had finished with the idol, you dragged her through the door, ignoring the way she looked back over her shoulder in awe at the singer. Oikawa let out a little chuckle. It seemed he had creeped you out. How unfortunate.

As soon as the last girl exited the concert building, the charming smile slipped from his face. Coldly, Oikawa turned to his staff and held up his cell phone, where a picture of you and him was still displayed.

“Find her,” he said sharply, “I want information. Anything you can find on my future wife.”

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You woke up slowly, your head pounding and your vision blurry. It took a few minutes for the room to come into focus. Instantly, your heart kicked into overdrive and you began to panic. You had no idea where you were or whose bed you were on.

Candid pictures of you, often taken from behind or during intimate moments, are plastered on the wall like posters. Your heart stutters in your chest when you see the blown-up photos of you undressing and getting out of the shower.

You tried to sit up, only to realize your wrists are chained to the bed posts.

Sick. This is sick. Where the fuck am I?

As if to answer your question, the door to the bedroom opened and the pop sensation, Oikawa Tooru, walked in. You turned away, cheeks hot, the moment you realized he was naked. Then, the truth dawned on you.

You’re naked too.

“What’s going on?” you tried to sound confident and angry, but your voice came out as a pitiful squeak.

It had been months since you’d last seen him and you can’t tell if it’s a lack of makeup or sleep that has bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted until his gaze fell on you. Then, his countenance lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Iwa-chan told me I had a surprise in my room, but I didn’t imagine…” he trailed off. The grin he gave you was not charming, but terrifying, almost as though he was baring his teeth at you.

You began to tremble with fear, the realization of your situation sinking in. Oikawa walked slowly towards the bed, hand outstretched. You closed your eyes and shuddered when his hand brushed against your cheek and made its way lower, trailing against your chin, down your neck, and across your collarbone.

Finally, his hand ghosted the beginning of your breast and a sinister chuckle echoed across the room, “I have you… after months of watching… I finally have you.” His fingers pinched your nipple suddenly and you shrieked in surprise and slight pain, “You’re all mine.”

“I don’t understand,” you sobbed, “You’re a famous idol- what the fuck are you doing kidnapping some stranger?”

“Stranger?” Oikawa tilted his head like a confused puppy, “You’re no stranger. I’ve been in love with you from the moment we met.”

“I wish I never got dragged along to your stupid concert,” you spat.

Oikawa just chuckled again, his voice growing husky, “Too bad, it’s too late now anyways. I’ve got you now and I’m never letting you go.”

His hands began to fondle your breasts lightly, fingers tweaking at your nipples. You wished you could swat his hands away, but your wrists merely ache against their cold metal binds.

Oikawa crawled onto the bed, straddling you while stroking the achingly hard member between his legs. The red tip glistened and a bead of precum was squeezed through the slit as he let out a throaty groan. His hands left your breasts and moved to grasp your legs, which were stubbornly clamped tightly together.

He wrenched your legs apart with little effort and you lost it. You began trying to kick him and began to scream at the top of your lungs. Anything to get him away from you. Anything to protect yourself from what he would inevitably do to you.

Your voice grew hoarse and died on your lips as the madman began to laugh. He laughed like you had just told him a hilarious joke and, when his laughter faded, a steely look of determination replaced the mirth in his eyes. His lip curled a little into a sneer as he forced your legs straight, apart, and into the mattress.

“It doesn’t matter how much you kick and scream,” he growled, taking hold of his leaking cock and lining it up with your clenching entrance, “I’m going to make you mine.” And with that, he slammed forward, causing a choked scream to escape your sore throat.

Oikawa groaned loudly, tilting his head back and letting his eyes roll back into his skull, “Fuck, that feels so good. I knew you’d be perfect…”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of your head and caging you in. Your cunt ached like it was being torn in two, and it probably was.

“I wonder what the articles will say if I show up one day with a kid,” he snickers between heavy breaths, “Or an obedient little pregnant wife. Won’t the fans be so jealous of you?”

You let out a sob as he drew back his hips and slammed home again, deeper than the first thrust already. You looked between your legs and gulped- you’d barely taken 2/3rds of his throbbing length already.

He brought his face closer to yours and, after a moment, he swallowed your lips up into a hungry kiss. You didn’t kiss back, but he forced his tongue into your mouth anyways. He dominates your tongue easily and moans into the kiss as he begins to grind his cock into you, forcing himself even deeper.

To your horror, you could feel your passage becoming wetter, making it easier for him to slide in and out. The slick sounds of him pumping into you and the slaps of skin-on-skin filled the room and you desperately wished you could cover your ears.

You tried staring at the ceiling, but Oikawa’s face eclipsed your vision, grinning down at you as he panted and let out deep moans. The sounds and sights were too much for you and you closed your eyes tight. But still, you cannot block out the sounds.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, ignoring the buildup of pleasure beginning in your gut. Oikawa’s groans became more frequent, and you can tell he’s worked himself up too much- he’s getting closer to his end.

His lips moved to your throat, where he began to suck a hickey into your skin. Sobs bubbled up through your lips and tears continued to escape under closed lids.

You laid there and took it as his thrusts grew rougher, hips slamming into yours hard enough to leave bruises. Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere and you squirmed against your binds as little moans escaped you and white filled your vision.

You come down just in time to hear Oikawa let out a loud, choked groan and a soft “Fucking take it!” and his slips slam against yours one last time. Heat blossomed inside you as his cock throbbed and released its load deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. His weight felt like it was crushing you and you struggled to breathe.

“Don’t worry…” Oikawa said with a breathy chuckle, “There’s no better boyfriend on this planet than me. I’ll take such good care of you.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru #tw.noncon

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yaniluvs · 3 months ago

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stars and raindrops. -k.sm 🥯 // 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

chapter one <3

☆┆pairing : kim seungmin x fem!reader ͏ ☆┆ info : sadfic , fluff , melancholy , unrequited love (cough cough) , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided , uni au , happy ending (?) ͏ ☆┆ personas + bg : uni students ; best friends ; trio of jisung, seungmin and reader. music students! ☆┆ word count : 3.1k ☆┆warnings : sad, seungmo's a sweetheart but just clueless. notes at the end !!

𓇼 ! 🖇️ 🪽 🐇 𓊇

i ) ꕤ it's useless, everything is useless, even if they say it's useless.

The brunette sat slouched on his dorm's worn-out, velvet couch, his eyes locked onto the ceiling but his mind clearly elsewhere. He hadn’t moved in the last half-hour, a dead giveaway that something was eating away at him. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner, the low volume of the random drama playing on the tv, and the occasional distant sounds from the campus just 9 floors below.

The sound of the door unlocking barely snapped him out of his trance. His dorm-mate pushed the creaking wooden door open with her hip, one hand loaded with takeout bags, a pepero stick hanging loosely from her lush lips, and her familiar, black, guitar case slung over her back, the stickers on it glistening slightly as it reflected in the muted sunlight. She huffed as she struggled to balance everything in her hands.

"Guess which lovely roommate of yours got takeout!" she announced grandly, her voice still a contrast to his silence, despite muffled by the chocolate pepero in her mouth. She stepped inside with an exaggerated sigh, kicking the door closed behind her and using her feet to slip off her converses, the effort almost graceful. The strap of her grey tank top slipped slightly off her shoulder as she tossed her guitar case to the side, which she barely managed to catch before it hit the ground.

But that idiot, too busy day-dreaming, didn’t notice her, his eyes still distant, staring blankly ahead. Without skipping a beat, the annoyed lady tossed the pepero box toward him, admittedly aiming for his– fluffy, brown hair that always drew her attention and made her drool; hoping to catch his undivided attention. The box smacked lightly against the top of his ear, ruffling a bit of his hair, then his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise. He straightened, finally aware of her presence.

"Hey!" Seungmin protested, grabbing the box and rubbing his shoulder to ease the ‘pain’, as if the impact had actually hurt. "What was that for?"

“Don’t blame me,” The girl in question simply rolled her eyes, an annoyed glint in her eyes as she struggled to walk with all the weight in her hands, him unbothered by her presence. “You were totally zoned out, daydreaming about Eunha, probably?” Her voice carried a subtle hint of meekness, though she tried to cover it up.

The loverboy slightly flinched at the mention of her name, his expression shifting from startled to slightly defensive. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now held a depth as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "I wasn’t daydreaming about anyone," he muttered, his voice a bit too sharp, betraying the truth behind his denial. (stage 1: denial but we’re on y/n’s side rn so fuck u eunha)

"Right, because that totally explains the sulking," she shot back, her tone playful but her eyes sharp, catching every little telltale sign of his mood.

Y/n glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she unpacked the takeout, laying out the boxes of fried chicken and spicy noodles with precision, yet distraction. The savoury aroma of the food filled their small dorm, mingling with the faint scent of his cologne that lingered in the air. Food and nothing else – a simple meal that should have made him smile, but today, the same as the past few days, it felt more like her gesture barely registered.

"What, did Felix crack another lame joke, and Eunha laughed too hard at it?"

He groaned, leaning back into the couch, the takeout momentarily forgotten. "It’s just... I don’t get it," he finally admitted, his voice quieter now, almost as if he were talking more to himself than to her. "He’s not even that funny, man, but she just—" He trailed off, his frustration evident as he buried his face in his hands.

The girl just watched him, her heart sinking a little. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen this coming; her roommate’s massive crush on the university’s most loved girl, who aced in academics and in talents, had been as clear as day from the start. But seeing him like this, so tangled up in feelings that seemed to lead nowhere, the stupid unrequited love, it bothered her in ways she didn’t want to know.

She bit down on the same pepero, trying to focus on the crispy sweetness in her mouth rather than the ache in her chest.

"Well, maybe he is kinda friendly or funny?” She blurted out, accidentally, earning a loud whine and a glare from the guy in front of her – that she almost choked onto the pepero. “What I meant was.. maybe she just has a.. terrible sense of humour!" she offered lightly, hoping to lift his spirits, even just a bit. "Or she’s just... I don’t know, blind?"

After getting some water, and washing her hands, the girl plopped down on the floor, her back resting against the edge of the coffee table, her knees drawn up as she tore open a pair of chopsticks. "If looks could kill, the ceiling would’ve been toast by now."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the strands flopping back into place with that annoyingly perfect, tousled look, she’d say. "You’re terrible at talking, I think shutting up would be easier for you."

She chewed offendedly on another quick pepero stick, her eyes never leaving his annoyed face. He could feel her gaze, like a warm, steady pressure, and it made him fidget under the weight of it.

"Look, I’m sorry but Jisung and I, both, are really running short of ‘comforting’ phrases right now, for your certain unrequited love,” she quipped. She simply shrugged, used to this, as she dug into the bowl of hot noodles. “It’s been a year, Seungmin.”

He avoided her eyes, joining her on the floor too, reaching for the same with a mumbled thanks, but she wasn’t about to let him do that just yet.

She lightly slapped away his wrist, “Wash your hands first, dipshit,” She shot a glare, not wanting her meal to be ruined by his groggy, lazy attitude.

He groaned at the pain, standing up lazily, having no option but to obey her.

“Being a close friend and a roommate to me doesn’t make you any less of a guy, you know!” She called out, the corner of her lip curled into a teasing smirk as she continued to eat.

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, the quiet ticking of the clock filling the space between them. She busied herself with the food, passing him a box of fried chicken, which he accepted with a small smile. He was grateful, of her and Jisung both, even if he didn’t say it outright.

the next day.

The day rolled in quietly, the sun casting a pale glow through the blinds of her room, illuminating the soft dust particles dancing in the morning light.

Her roommate had been up earlier than usual, probably pacing back and forth in front of his mirror, combing through his dark, chestnut hair like a man on a mission. He mumbled to himself, practising lines as if they were the opening of some grand opera, but in reality, it was just another attempt to talk to Eunha.

How’d she know that? You’d ask, but blame the loverboy. It was seven in the morning, their rooms were right on the two sides of the wall, so yes, she could hear his footsteps and groans.

Fuck you, Kim Seungmin, she thought. Turning her head away and pulling the blanket tighter over herself, she tried to slip into slumber once again. Yet, even in her half-asleep state, she could feel the familiar pang in her chest.

Unable to sleep, she got up from the bed with a groggy groan, almost tripping on her slippers, before wearing them quickly. She walked out of her room, approaching his room, as she twisted the knob slowly.

She stared at the guy through the little crack, him being oblivious to her presence. Nothing new, of course.

"You know, practising in the mirror, early in the morning every day, won’t make you any better at flirting," she muttered, her voice hoarse from sleep.

Seungmin stopped his pacing and turned to face her, the hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. "I’m not trying to.. flirt. I’m just– preparing," he said defensively, tugging at the collar of his shirt, trying to make it look presentable.

“You’ve woken me up for the ninth time this week.”

“Oh.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry, I’ll keep it down next time..” He mumbled out an apology, her eyes softening and glistening a light tap of vulnerability to his voice.

But she clouded it, once again, “You better.” She pretended to act annoyed, grumbling under her breath as she left his room.

During breakfast, the two met again. Since it was a Thursday, it was the girl’s chore to make breakfast. After a while of stir-frying vegetables, making 2 omelettes, and roasting some bacon, the brunette emerged from his room, smelling the food.

"Does this hoodie make me look too... I don’t know, comfortable? Casual?" Seungmin asked, his brow furrowed in frustration as he fidgeted with the drawstrings, walking to the counter. His breakfast was casually plated well, as he reached the fridge to get the usual apple juice, mumbling out a quiet thank you.

Y/n, who was too busy flipping the last omelette, which was hers, didn’t need to look up. "You look like you’re going to a study group, not a date," she quipped, fingers idly reaching for the black pepper from the upper shelf.

He turned to her, pouting. "It’s not a date, and anyway, Eunha said she likes when people are… casual."

She rolled her eyes, biting back a sigh. "Right. Because clearly, what Eunha says and what she does are the same thing."

Ignoring her sarcasm, Seungmin got his plate, his glass of apple juice, and mumbled a quick thank you again, before walking to the couch.

Later that afternoon, the raven-hair found herself idly snacking on another pack of pocky sticks, on a bench outside the university cafeteria, sharing the space with Jisung, who, as usual, had his earbuds in and was tapping away at some random beat on his phone, with the occasional talk. She glanced up just in time to spot Seungmin standing across the courtyard, his face lighting up as he spotted Eunha approaching with Felix.

"Here we go again," Jisung mumbled, pulling out one earbud as he noticed the scene unfolding. "Seungmin’s endless mission to woo the girl who has no idea how to even spell his name."

Y/n couldn’t help but snort. "Right? I swear, he’ll bring her banana milk today, and Felix will show up with chocolate milk, and they’ll just stand there, offering her beverages like some weird vending machines."

"And guess who’ll win?" Jisung raised an eyebrow.

"Not Seungmin, that’s for sure." Y/n's voice was a little more bitter than she intended, but Jisung didn’t seem to notice, too focused on the spectacle ahead.

As if on cue, Seungmin greeted Eunha with a shy smile, handing her a neatly packaged bottle of strawberry milk this time. Felix, not to be outdone, pulled out a chocolate bar from his bag, causing Eunha to giggle softly.

Y/n watched the exchange, the ache in her chest growing with each passing second. It wasn’t just Seungmin’s persistence; it was the way his eyes softened every time Eunha smiled, the way his posture changed when she laughed—he stood a little straighter, as if her attention alone gave him some kind of superpower. It was... poetic, in a tragic way.

"Look at him," Y/n muttered under her breath, her voice thick with unspoken feelings. "He’s like some lovesick poet in a cheesy romance drama."

Jisung followed her gaze, and with a dramatic sigh, he added, "Oh yeah, totally Shakespearean. Except instead of 'Romeo, Romeo,' it’s more like 'Eunha, Eunha, why don’t you notice me?'"

Y/n snickered, even though it hurt. "And here I am, the sad side character in the background."

Jisung glanced at her, eyebrow raised. "You sure you’re not the main character in this tragedy?"

Before Y/n could respond, Seungmin beckoned them over from across the courtyard, clearly having noticed them. She sighed, pushing herself up from the bench. "Come on, let’s save him from himself."

As they approached the trio, Seungmin’s eyes lit up, clearly relieved to have his best friend and dorm-mate join him. "Hey, you guys! We were just about to grab some lunch. Wanna join?"

Eunha smiled brightly, seemingly pleased with the idea. "Yeah, come with us! The more, the merrier."

Felix, ever the friendly competitor, added with a grin, "Yeah, plus, we could use a buffer. You guys can make sure Seungmin doesn’t steal all of Eunha’s attention."

Y/n forced a smile, ignoring the jab of jealousy that Felix’s words brought. "Sure, why not?"

As they sat down together in the cafeteria, Seungmin was, unsurprisingly, absorbed in Eunha, hanging onto her every word like she was some rare bird singing a once-in-a-lifetime song. He laughed at every joke, even the ones that weren’t all that funny, and leaned in a little closer every time she spoke.

And Y/n? She could only watch from across the table, her heart twisting in knots as Seungmin admired Eunha the way she admired him. It was almost poetic, the way his gaze softened when he looked at Eunha—the way he seemed to forget the rest of the world when she was near. Y/n knew that look all too well, because it was the same way she looked at Seungmin, hopelessly and silently.

Felix, ever perceptive, seemed to notice the shift in Y/n’s mood. He leaned over slightly, nudging her with his elbow. "You okay?"

She plastered on a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... tired, I guess."

Felix didn’t push, but he gave her a knowing look, his gaze flickering between her and Seungmin before he turned back to the conversation at hand.

"So, Eunha," Seungmin was saying, his voice almost reverent, "what made you get into photography? You’re so good at it."

Eunha blushed slightly, twirling a strand of her hair. "Oh, I’ve always loved capturing moments, you know? I think there’s something beautiful about freezing time in a picture. It’s like... you get to hold onto a memory forever."

Seungmin’s smile widened, and Y/n could practically see the admiration glowing in his eyes. "That’s... that’s beautiful."

Y/n, on the other hand, silently picked at her food, each bite feeling heavier than the last. How long was she going to watch him fall for someone else? How long was she going to be the one sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something that would never come?

Jisung, noticing her quietness, nudged her under the table. "You’re unusually q—" he whispered, or tried to.

She shrugged, shooting a glare his way. "Quit it, squirrel face.”

Jisung raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He knew her well enough to recognize when she didn’t want to talk about something, and right now, her facade was clearly visible to him.

The air between them thickened slightly, a tension she couldn’t quite shake off. Her heart pounded in her chest, its rhythm uneven, as her thoughts wandered. She stole a glance at the brown-haired boy across the room, her gaze softening as it settled on him.

His fluffy hair, a tousled mess of warm chestnut, danced lightly with each nod and drift of the wind, catching the sunlight in a way that made it seem almost sun-kissed.

He was talking animatedly with Eunha, his every gesture filled with an energy she had grown to both adore and dread.

His smile, wide and genuine, lit up his entire face, causing his eyes to shine with a brightness that made her chest tighten with a familiar ache.

His presence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing her in like a moth to a flame, even as she tried to resist. She watched the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the soft curve of his lips that always seemed to hover between a grin and a laugh.

It was a sight she could never grow tired of, yet it pained her all the same.

He was a picture of effortless charm, with his broad shoulders and lean frame, the way his clothes always seemed to fit just right. But it wasn’t just his appearance that captivated her; it was the way he carried himself, the kindness in his voice, the gentleness in his movements.

But more the way he cared. Not a lot for her, but for the people he loved.

The way he went out of his way for those he cherished.

Even when she wasn’t one of them.

It was.. cruel, in a way. But how could she hate him? That’s the guy who made her fall in love for the first time. Who made her feel ‘love’ for the first time. Even when he didn’t know it.

He had a way of making everything around him seem brighter, more alive, more.. appreciated.

And then there was Eunha. Her presence beside him was like a shadow that made her heart sink into a deep hole, even as she tried to push the feeling away.

Eunha, with her flawless skin and effortless beauty, her laughter like music that filled the room. She was everything Y/n wasn’t – poised, graceful, just.. perfect. And it was clear that her lover saw it too.

The hopeless romantic could see it in the way his gaze lingered on Eunha, how his eyes softened whenever she spoke. The way he leaned in just a little closer to catch every word she said, his attention fully captured by her. His admiration for Eunha was evident in every glance, every smile, every word he spoke to her.

She watched him as he admired Eunha, the way his eyes seemed to trace every delicate feature of her face, the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders.

His expression was one of quiet reverence, as if he were witnessing something godly, something precious. It was a look that maybe she, herself, found to be doing, to him who was so busy with someone else. The look, she had once hoped to see directed at her, but now, she could only watch from the sidelines, her heart burying with each passing moment.

Y/n admired him with the same intensity, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his smile seemed to light up the entire room. But while his gaze was filled with admiration for Eunha, hers was filled with longing, a silent yearning that she knew would never be returned.

She swallowed hard, the knot in her chest tightening. She could hear their laughter ringing in her ears, but it was distant, drowned out by her thoughts.

It was too much.

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guys i js became seungmo biased (this series is the output.) AAAAAAsshshaa no1. seungmo no2. minchan. new series AAAAA gonna try to update daily !! yes ik just fine is YET TO BE POSTED but i swear im js putting it on hold till my mid terms end !! cuz it kinda has complexity and i won't be able to spend a lot of time writing <3 this series is som i wrote during my breaks between studying ^^ plz give sm love to this series, i love it sm😭😭 made another spam acc for skz @loveforseung ALSO I HAVE AO3 NOW !! user's same as @loveforseung go follow !! also making a masterlist for all of my posts, plz lmk if u wanna be a part of it ! <3 have a good day ~ – love, yani ♥︎

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