#sunghoon yandere

[jayniks]

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST

. reactions .

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│░┊╟ you having your period.

│░┊╟ they don't pay enough attention to you.

│░┊╟ you wearing other member's clothes. (yan)

│░┊╟ another member cuddling you in your sleep. (yan)

│░┊╟ seeing you for the first time. (yan)

│░┊╟ you accidentally backhuggigng them instead of someone. (yan)

│░┊╟ their s/o refusing to kiss them because is their first kiss. (yan)

│░┊╟ you confess to them. (yan)

│░┊╟ you asking if you can kiss them. (yan)

│░┊╟ dance collab with their crush idol!you.

│░┊╟ their s/o is getting harassed by their bodyguard. (yan)

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. solo .

「🎧」﹐﹟heeseung﹗﹢

Nothing yet.

〉⋆ᴗ-﹙✶﹚ᶻzᶻ﹒jay

〘💌💭〙mafia one shot

♡ ︴mafia, yandere

▸🥤 ⫶ just jay falling in love with you

﹒﹒🫧﹕﹙jake﹚✦◝

〘💌💭〙you're mine.

♡ ︴yandere, m*rder

▸🥤 ⫶ jake does everything just so he can have his happy ending with you

〘💌💭〙brought the heat back.

♡ ︴smut

▸🥤 ⫶ Where you annoy your boyfriend Jake while he's on live.

◜﹒﹟sung﹒hoon﹑﹑🪼﹗

Nothing yet.

♡→﹕su﹠noo.﹙⋆ᴗ-﹚？

〘💌💭〙stalker

♡ ︴yandere, m*rder

▸🥤 ⫶ sunoo swears he's in a relationship with you

〘💌💭〙step on me

♡ ︴angst

▸🥤 ⫶ you love your boyfriend, but does he loves you back?

◟ ˃˂﹐﹫﹒jungwon ﹒﹒🐋

〘💌💭〙running away

♡ ︴yandere

▸🥤 ⫶ you run as fast as you can from your horrorific future

✧．〔⛲〕❛﹑niki﹐！

〘💌💭〙riki thoughts

♡ ︴yandere, m*rder

▸🥤 ⫶  niki is being jealous about your dog

〘💌💭〙niki x idol reader

♡ ︴fluff, silly

▸🥤 ⫶ a random drabble ft. Eunchae from lesserafim

〘💌💭〙promise pt.1 / pt.2

♡ ︴angst

▸🥤 ⫶ your boyfriend promised you happiness, but in the end he decided to sacrifice you for his happiness. Ft. Newjeans, jia from tri.be, enhypen members.

[viisator]

Because I loved you. P.Sunghoon.

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Phycological thriller, Tragedy, Romance.

Warning: Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, Obsession.

Not Proofread

Description: Park Sunghoon has always loved you; for two years, he watched over you by your room's window, in school, in the neighbourhood, in the park, everywhere. Then, one day, you drop your wallet somewhere, and before you lose your mind, he comes to you with a smile, handing your lost wallet to you. Then that's when it all started, you talked, you became somewhat friends, then he invited you to his luxury yacht, then there was a storm, then you were stuck with him.

1st person's and 2nd's pov.

(This is inspired by Lucy Christopher's 'Stolen' novel.)

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I remembered how I desperately tried to talk to you when they took me away. How I kept crying asking my mom to let me see you. But they all said the same things over and over again: You manipulated me. It was my survival instinct. I don't actually know what I'm saying. It's Stockholm Syndrome. I'm not thinking straight. I'm crazy. But you know what, Sunghoon? They're wrong. They just don't know. But I don't hate them, they just don't understand. But you know, right? That's not true; you didn't manipulate me, and I'm not crazy because I do love you. They just don't want to accept that.

They said you took me. I know that. You kidnapped me after making me believe a storm flipped your yacht and the waves took us to an island in nowhere. But it was so well prepared, and you didn't seem frightened or shocked we were stuck on an island in nowhere. When I asked you why you're not freaking out, you said it's best to stay calm in situations like this. Of course, it isn't true because you actually constructed that lie to make me trust you, huh? The thing is, I'm glad you did.

Then you taught me how to make a fishing rod, how to catch bait and how to make a fire. I remembered how you held my hand as you guided me to the shore, and we caught fish together. You even laughed when I fell into the water, and I hated how I loved your laugh then. Then I tried to escape and fight you. Do you remember? How did I kick you and punch you as I tried to get away? But the island is a small circle, I only run for a few minutes, and I'm back to you again; I cried so much I fell onto the sand, and you watched me with your sad eyes. You just crouched down in front of me as you watched me cry, whispering it's better this way, just you and me, and you didn't touch me, just muttered how you'd never hurt me.

"I never would've taken you here- never would've risked your life to drown on that storm. But I love you and- and your parents wouldn't approve of me..." You whispered as you drew patterns on the sand, but I knew you weren't looking at your lines on the sand because your eyes were sad watching me cry.

"You don't even accept me, but you will. I know you will. You'll accept this place too."

I just kept crying, crying and crying and crying, until I realized the sky was orange and pink, and you had already made the fire. It wasn't the last time I cried and tried to escape, but you always seemed to catch me, and at the same time, it felt like you were saving me.

I remembered the third time I tried to get away, when I dragged a long fallen tree to the shore while you slept, thinking it would serve me as a boat and take me to a wider land where I could go back and tell you to the police. I dragged the dried tree until it floated and the water reached my chest, I tried to climb the tree then. The tree wasn't thick nor wide, It was almost the size of my legs combined but my legs were still bigger, so when I hopped on it I flipped, I managed to hold my breath when I hit the water, but my head hit a rock too, so there's a momentary pause and I gasped and my lungs hurt and my ears ringing, but you lift me and dragged me to shore, to the sand and muttered how I shouldn't have tried to escape, then you made me puke the waters out with your index and middle fingers touching the inside of my throat and vomited, then you went to the trees and found herbs I cannot name and dressed the wound I didn't know existed on my head. I knew then that you did save me.

The second time I nearly died- minus the storm- was when I decided to die was better than being stuck on that island with my captor. You, Sunghoon.

You were out in the trees, in the woods. I stared blankly at the waves, listening to them splash. Then there was this magnet that pulled me closer to it, so I stood and followed the retreating waves, imagining my mom waiting for me with my new ironed school uniform after I woke up, my breakfast waiting on the dining table. I saw my dad sneaking behind my mom handing me twenty dollars because I aced my precalculus. I heard my sister singing with the karaoke, dedicating the song to her crush as she ranted about how she was stuck in her art class. I feel my brother's hug as he congratulates me on my new award. Then I saw you blur, shining with the sun, your image dancing with the water as I closed my eyes. Right then I thought I just died. But you woke me up again, resurrected me as I liked to call it.

I didn't try to escape after that.

When they took me away from you, I didn't close my eyes, I just cried and watched you the whole time they dragged us both away from each other, then you mouthed: It's okay. You're safe.

But the thing is, Sunghoon, I'm not. I don't think I am safe. You weren't there when they took me to a white room with nothing else. They asked me all these kinds of questions. I didn't know what to answer and just burst out crying, calling your name, then they took me to a different room, left me alone and then I slept. Very. Very long.

It was my mom's face the first thing I saw then I woke up. Not you. I was so used to seeing you first when the sun hit my face and I woke up. So I asked about you.

"Honey, it's okay, don't worry about him; he can't hurt you anymore." My mom was saying as she hiccuped all the words, my dad on her side rubbing his hand on her arm.

But they're wrong. You never hurt me. So I shook my head and told them the truth. They didn't believe me, they said you manipulated me. Which isn't the truth either.

Since then, I realized they already made up the truth they wanted to believe. When I told them my truth, they shook their heads and my parents cried more, saying what did that monster do to their daughter.

Then I realized I was in a hospital bed, my sister sitting by my side, pealing me a tangerine.

"He's not a monster," I said, anger in my shaky voice. She didn't say anything, just pealed more tangerine as she wiped her tears from time to time. Three months after that, I told her everything that happened between us and what you are, and she cried all the time, not saying anything just saying sorry she wasn't a good sister. I still don't know how is her apology connected to us, but I appreciated it nonetheless.

The thing is, they didn't know you saved me, they didn't know you cared for me. They didn't know how you taught me to open a coconut fresh from the tree and how you taught me how to catch a fish with the rod we both made.

You didn't look at me in the courtroom; I was so sad because that's the only moment I'm allowed to see you. Then you said your testimony, and it broke my heart because you're agreeing with them; you said their truth, not our truth. When they asked you if you've been stalking me for two years you said guilty. When they asked if you planned to take me away- kidnapped me, you said guilty. Then, when they asked if you lured me to get into your yacht, you said guilty. The thing is, you never lured me; I went willingly with you because you were supposed to show me something, right?

When it was my turn to speak, I told them our truth, my truth. I told them you're not a monster, you saved me, you didn't hurt me, you never touched me the way I didn't like, you never said anything to hurt me, and I saw everyone make a face; my mother shook her head and cried. When I looked at you, your eyes were pleading, as if to say, 'Please don't, it's for the best.' but how is it the best? We're so far from each other. But still, after all those things I said, they still took you away. I didn't feel like I won the trial because my lawyer kept saying I was in psychological confusion, and the judge believed it too, so they took me away.

Then therapy came, and my psychiatrist kept asking things that I hated answering because I just kept remembering how you let me go and pushed me away, despite you bringing me there on that small island with you.

"I really love music" My voice penetrated the sound of waves hitting the sand and rocks, I'm not looking at the constellation anymore, and I can feel you're not either because I feel your gaze on me, and it encouraged me to continue, knowing you're listening.

"I play the guitar sometimes. My dad bought it for me when I got a really good grade at school. I'm not exceptionally good, I'm not really good at strumming or plucking." I know my voice wasn't that loud because you leaned closer to hear me; I could almost feel your shoulder brush mine, but you still kept your distance; I kind of hoped you'd lean more, touch me, and cage me in your strong arms. But you didn't, so I go on.

"There's nothing to listen to here, unlike home, only the water," I said, looking at the calm sea dance in front of us.

"And insects." You said. I nod.

"And insects," I repeated.

"And you. And me."

"Yes, and us," I repeated again. I didn't have to glance at you to know you were frowning, not in confusion or anything, just looking at me as if you wanted to embrace me and mould me inside you until we were one.

I inhaled sharply, and the smell of the sea and sand entered my nostrils. I don't glance at you, I look at you fully, because somehow, I'm not afraid of you anymore, I'm not scared of the deepness and darkness obscure of your eyes, I feel like I want to drown in them at that moment, and I wished you'd never let me go. I feel my eyes burn somehow, maybe because of the sadness those intense eyes are looking at me with, or because I still really want to go back home, or maybe because I don't want to leave at all, I don't want to escape you. But I said it anyway.

"Would you take me there? At home?" I whispered. But you heard. You always heard. Then I feel my cheeks wet, then I see your hand hesitate to wipe my tears in my peripheral vision, as if afraid to touch me. But how could you? How could you hesitate to touch me when you've taken me, carried me to your little island over the sea, how come you never touched me?

I see the hurt in your eyes; you parted your lips then closed them again, and your frown slowly turned to something else, something trembling, but there's still the ceased in your brows as if you're physically hurting, and your eyes have tears on the corner. Unlike you, I didn't shy away when I reached out and ran my thumb across the edge of your eyes. You didn't flinch; you leaned more, and you looked more in pain as I leaned even closer, close enough to take your lips with my teeth, close enough to wrap all my being to your body. But you didn't lean anymore closer, so I had to do it, right? But why are you pushing me away?

"I can sing to you..." You whispered, your voice strained. You have your hands on my shoulders keeping distance between us, and I cry even more because of that, I don't know if you knew I was crying because you didn't want me close, or because you knew you'd still have to let me go even if I'm locking my arms around you. Why are you pushing me away? I thought you took me here because you want me, because it's only us in the world, that you saved me, that you love me?

"But if you really wanna go..." You said, now your tears are running down your cheeks too, I wipe them again.

"I know a boat- you can go." I didn't know if I let my sob out because I knew you'd never say those words, that you'd never let me leave even if I begged you to let me go, but I was wrong, very wrong, wasn't I? So I didn't say anything, I didn't say that that's not the right answer, that you shouldn't be letting me go, that you should be caging me even more, but I leaned to you, catching your lips with mine. I can still hear the waves muffled in the background, but it's only my sob and the beat of our hearts I can clearly hear.

You pull me closer. At last. You hold my waist very gently, you run your hands on my hair and hold my head as I push myself onto you further, opening my mouth for you to kiss me more, to feel me more so you wouldn't have to send me away, even though I was the one who asked you to.

I don't want to say anymore after that, but of course, I could never forget; it was the most precious memory of us, but I don't want anyone to know it's only for us, and they will be checking my letter before they send it to you. My mom didn't want this to be sent to you, because it's only part of my therapy Dr. Clarington told me to do, but I insisted I want you to read it too, and mom will be checking it first before you can read it. I hope you know I love you, even though right now all the people in here say I'm only manipulated, that it was my survival instinct to be attached to you and I don't know anymore, I just want you to know I always dream of what happened that night, between us, and the other days and night before when I fought like an animal and drowned in the sea only to be resurrected by you. When you told me you took me because you love me. I could never forget it.

[rowretro]

YANDERE ENHA REACTION:

you ask for cuddles after they had punished you

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, somewhat violence

✧synopsis: Yandere Enhypen as your boyfriend. They had punished you for a mistake you had done, perhaps running away or interacting with another boy, and yet there you were asking them for cuddles...

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✧LEE HEESEUNG✧

He just snickerred. It wasn't that long ago when he caught you hiding behind a tree, burying your face in your knees, hoping he didn't find you. It wasn't that long ago when he locked you in the basement, chaining you to the wall, depriving you of comfortable sleep, good food and even water. Yet here you were in front of him asking you for cuddles.

He fucking loved it goddamit. You needed him, you wanted him, and even after all that running away and Ethan Lee's torture, you were still in love with him. "Hee hee pleaseeee" you whined with a pout, fear still evident in your eyes. "Then promise me you'd never pull such a stunt ever again kitten..." Heeseung said as you promised him. The male smirked, satisfied, and carried you to his room as he really did miss having you in his arms when he'd peacefully drift off to his dreamland.

✧PARK JONGSEONG✧

Jay scoffed at you. The audacity to run off like that when he wasn't home. He trusted her for one day. only to find the lock broken and his girl gone. So he punished you. and here you were, 2 days after, the wounds barely healing, asking for cuddles "You think you deserve any?!!! I spoil you with everything and yet you broke my fucking trust. Go sleep and do not touch me." Jay warned, putting a pillow between them.

For at least a week or even a month, Jay would put up this cold facade, seeing you cry and beg, and have meltdowns. He needed you to crave for him, just as equally as he craves you. At least a month passes, and he hugs you tightly, placing soft kisses down your neck, and finally letting you cuddle him "See princess? you need me... so don't ever run off like that okay?"

✧SIM JAEYUN✧

How could you run away y/n? all he ever did despite kidnapping you and killing your boyfriend, was love you dearly and buy you everything you've ever wanted, yet you betrayed him, you hurt him, you fucking ran away. So it was no surprise you were stuck in the basement, with healing cuts and a growling stomach. As soon as Jake let you out, he made you a nice meal to make up for all those days, he helped you shower, and treated your wounds.

Yet he was so cold toward you. "Jakey... c-can we cuddle?" you suddenly asked as you softly tug on his hoodie. The male turned around to look at you. oh the desperation in your eyes, you wanted to be in his arms. It was like everything he suffered for was worth this very moment. "Of course darling, anything for my love" he said with a smile as you hugged him tightly and fuck. he fucking loved it.

✧PARK SUNGHOON✧

Sunghoon was one to get easily jealous, plus him being a yandere, it's surprising he even lets you go out. The man just wanted to take you out on a nice date. You, him and the beautiful scenery. Yet there he saw you smiling and talking with Sunoo, his best friend who happened to be your cousin. He was fucking mad. As soon as you got home you regretted even looking in Sunoo's direction.

You were still bleeding from Sunghoon's punishment, and yet he saw you on the floor, cleaning up the smashed shards of glass that pierced your skin. He picked you up and slipped off your clothes, treating those cuts and slipping on one of his shirts on you. The man silently cleaned up all the smashed fragments, and mopped the floor, not wanting you to get hurt. "Hoon... can we cuddle?" you asked as the man looked at you "Fine..." he trailed off, finishing up the cleaning as he joined the bed with you

✧KIM SUNOO✧

Sunoo wasn't the type to get jealous that easily. Yet when he saw you smile at Haruto, and laughing at his jokes, he was beyond jealous. He was fucking pissed. The whole car ride home was filled with arguments and as soon as you got home, you knew what was going to happen. He yanked your jacket off of you and threw you in the basement, locking the door while you screamed and cried for him to let you out. He fucking hated your attitude.

When he did let you out, all he could do was smirk. You weren't arguing or glaring at him, you weren't biting at him every ten seconds. You was silent. Sunoo dried your hair and brushed it "So pretty... love you most when you aren't being a bitch to me you know love?" Sunoo asked as the girl turned to him. "C-Can we cuddle?" you asked as Sunoo smiled "Of course we can pretty girl, right after I do your hair" He said with a smile, kissing your nose.

✧YANG JUNGWON✧

Jungwon can easily hide how he's feeling when he's around others, which is probably why you failed to notice how jealous he was when you were smiling and laughing with one of his colleagues. But you knew what you were in for when you saw the glare Jungwon sent you. You immediately pulled away from the male and went to Jungwon's side. Since that day, you were chained to your bed, wounds barely healing and you so badly wanted Jungwon.

The male walked in and out every now and then ignoring your cries. "J-Jungwon please can we cuddle?" You finally asked. It was way beyond your punishment time, and he missed you like fucking crazy. so he unchained you, and kissed your forehead "Go shower first, then we can cuddle." he said as the girl nodded.

✧NISHIMURA RIKI✧

Everyone knew how much Riki hated Jisung. So to see you, his own girlfriend, help him had him insanely raging. Fuck what pissed him off more than that and your smiles, was the way the male checked you out. Riki dragged you home, slapping you as soon as he locked the door. Fuck he was so mad, locking you in the basement after piercing his initials into your thighs. He didn't let you stay in there for over a day. He didn't want you to die, he needed you alive, he needed you full stop.

So he let you out, helping you shower and get dressed into his clothes, after treating your wounds. This side of Riki, you loved like crazy. "I should just tattoo my name on you... maybe on your lower back, it's be pretty there, or on your wrist, gotta make it tiny tho-" "Riki can we just cuddle?" You ask as he stared at you. After a while he just kissed you, trailing more kisses down your neck "Stupid y/n... you can't let that mother fucker push you around like that baby" Riki said as he snuggled you, your head buried in his chest.

[kittysarchive]

sunghoon baby trapping 😪

Yessss

warnings- kinda yan? manipulative Sunghoon, Sunghoon wont take a hint, baby trapping, cuming inside, lmk if i missed any :)

"All mine" His harsh slap on your ass echoed in the stuffy, sweaty room.

Whining from the slap, he loved hour ass and you loved him slapping it. Cock already deep indie your pussy, Sunghoon lived for you clenching. Clenching when he slapped you, degraded you and came inside you.

Hands groping your ass, he began to move his cock. Deep and insanely tight, a bit of pian was bound to happened as he adjusted to your tightness.

"So tight babygirl" Sunghoon drawls out, hands massaging the redness on you ass. Pulling his dick out, he slammed it back in. Earning a loud moan from you.

"G-god" You cry out, feeling Sunghoon find a pace. You couldn't see his face but you knew he was drooling, drooling over you ass and the way your pussy hugged his cock.

"I'm gonna make you mine" Quiet whines escape his mouth as his hips speed up. Bruising your hips, he showed no remorse as Sunghoon reached I his own high. Holding onto your waist for leverage, his high was coming very quickly. Feeling a warm sensation in your stomach, you chased your own high.

"N-not inside" Yoh cry out, feeling a lose of control, you weren't sure if you could hold your cum until after or before. Sunghoon not answering you made you wary....he could get you pregnant if he came inside you.

"Hoon not inside" You turn your head, desperate to get his attention. Turning your head, you got a view from behind. Sunghoon showed o sign of even acknowledging your words.

Biting his lip in concentration, he was holding off. Not from cuming inside, holding off to time it right...

"Sunghoon I'm serious not inside!" You try to crawl away, only for his strong grip on your waist to pull you back onto his dick. Feeling the warm sensation flood your body, you couldn't stop the tears fall down. Streaming down your face what had Sunghoon come to? Why did he cum inside you? Snapping out of his own daze....at least he pretend to.

"Don't move baby, it'll make it worse" Sunghoon lied to your face. Falling for his words, you stayed still. Feeling his hips move back into your cunt made you suspicouse....was he fucking it back into you? Sunghoon answered your thoughts.

"It'll make it worse if I quickly pull it out....I need to be carful" He lied again.

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter nine

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: hi guys, please send me feedbacks about the fic. i would really like to hear from you. anyway, enjoy reading! ily, stay safe.

eeunoia 2024 © all rights reserved.

The man laying at the cold concrete floor crawled slowly, trying to escape from his own death. He grunts as he felt his body aches because of all the beatings he just had. His face almost unrecognizable because of the amount of bruises and blood covering all over.

“P-Please,” his plea came out as a mumble as his lips already felt numb. When he saw a pair of shoes in front of him that have blood stains over it, of him he trembles in fear as he slowly raised his head up to look at the person standing proudly while looking down at him.

His hair soaked in mixed blood and sweat and was pushed back a bit messy but that didn't even made him less attractive. The fine man have this placid look plastered over his face, showing no remorse and inch by inch losing his patience. Dark and dangerous, that’s what his full aura gives off making the man lose his shit.

“Do you even hear yourself? A fucking mafia,” he scoffed humorless.

“pleading?” his tone completely sarcastic and full of insult but the man at the cold ground don’t even care about any of that. All he can think of is to make it out here alive. To earn his mercy.

“I’ll d-do anything. Just don’t kill me.” he once again plead.

In all honesty, the man doesn’t even know the point of begging him nonstop to spare him. He knew very well who's this powerful young mafia in front of him. Park Sunghoon. If wrath and ruthless will be a person, he will surely pass to be the main epitome of it.

He’s known for his arrogant personality. He have short patience and can act wrecklessly whenever he feels like to. Just a mere mention of his name, everyone instantly assumed that there is trouble and death.

The amused grin of the person in front of him fell and he’s surprise at how fast the young man changed his expressions. Now, his eyes were dead and blank once again while he eye him.

“I would’ve spared you if you only gave me the information I want from you.” he uttered coldly.

“I already told you, I didn't know that girl! Hell, I didn’t even saw that face of her in my entire life.” his tone slightly raising because of frustration and pressure of having his life in line just because of a girl he had never seen in his whole life.

The man kept his blank face, unconvinced with his words. His men that are standing a few feet away from him shows nothing but ignorance. They stood silence while they watch their boss mercilessly beat him like an animal.

“Do you think I’m lying? I can never forget such face if I already laid eyes on her! She’s beautiful--” his sentence was caught off as a bullet was suddenly fired over his head, causing him to lost his life. Sunghoon didn’t even blink or flinch as the loud bang echoed inside the room.

“You run your mouth too much.” he mumbled and even gave the poor man’s head a kick before he turned around to light himself a cigarette.

He puffed once as his jaw clenched hardly, his men now started to clean the whole place. He was trying to calm himself down when suddenly, his phone rang.

“Yeah?” he greeted then took another puff from his cigar.

“Dude, where the fuck are you? Jake and I are gonna meet tonight.” his friend, Jay, was the person calling.

He shut his eyes and bit his lower lip out of frustration. He can feel his inside trembling in anger and all other negative emotions that he’s trying to suppress inside him taking over his mind.

“Dude?” his friend called out when he didn’t respond.

“I can’t today. I'm out of the country.” he answered. The person from the other line grew silent for a while before he heaved a sigh.

“You’re searching for her again, am I right, Hoon?”

Of course, his friend knew what he’s doing. They’re probably already used to it by now. If ever he went away and went missing in action, it only means he’s searching for this girl. His girl.

He was so ready to hear an earful from his friend once again. Out of all of them, he was the one who disagrees on him searching for this girl like a mad man. If he isn’t his friend, he might’ve planted multiple bullets to his head already.

“She visited my dream again, Jay. I couldn't sleep for days. I n-need to fucking find her or I’ll really lose my mind any time soon.” Sunghoon said then threw the lit up cigarette over the floor before running his hand over his hair.

His friend sighed, “It's been years, Hoon. Don’t you think if she really exist, you should’ve find her by now?”

This isn’t the first time his friend tried to knock up sense into his brain but Sunghoon was very much determine to find you. He’s a man of principles and the type of person who stands up for his own beliefs. He won’t just surrender and he will prove him that he was right. If he may search the whole world, he will.

“I have to go, Jay.” he said coldly, dismissing any more of his friend’s plan to stop him from his crazy decisions. Before he can even complain, he ended the call and just roamed his eyes around.

A room full of dead bodies. A familiar scene for him already. He was told that the man he just killed may had known the girl he was looking for but here he is, disappointed again not to get any information about you. Sunghoon’s eyes grew colder at the feeling of having a blank space in him. He knew that the only person who can fill it was you and nobody else.

“Boss, the car is ready.” Sunghoon’s head look over to his shoulder when Icarus called out his attention.

He shut his eyes for a while before he tilted his head over to the side then slowly walked out the place. His broad shoulder were hanging low as his eyes grew colder as he take steps further outside. Once again, he was disappointed. He doesn't know why he even always raise his expectations at these things when he know clearly that the ratio of finding you was low.

“Where to, boss?” his driver asked.

Sunghoon’s eyes were shut close, trying to calm himself and give his mind some peace even though he knew he’s slowly losing it. He fluttered his eyes open as he looked over the window. The bright city lights are the first who greeted him, they seem fancy but he doesn't care.

“Take me to the nearest bar.” he ordered and his driver just quietly muttered an ‘Right away, boss.’ and followed his order.

On the other hand, you arrived at the country where the seminar will be held. The hotel seems very fancy, clearly the company have budget for this trip. They also booked you a four day trip even though the seminar will be in just one day. Over all, you just planned to enjoy this trip as much as you could.

The plane ride was not so bad, but you couldn’t even take a nap out of all the overthinking you did the whole duration. When you arrived the hotel, they assist you right away and even had staffs aligned to welcome your arrival. It was a little odd and overwhelming, but you just shrugged it off.

Luke wasn’t happy about this trip. When did he ever been happy about your achievements anyway? It didn’t surprise you anymore. At this point, you’re just fed up with his immature behaviors.

Seems like overthinking got you all riled up because despite the night falling deeper, you found yourself unsleepy. After taking a very refreshing shower, you found a card at the center table. It was a pass for this exclusive bar just beside this very hotel. Thinking that having a few drinks may help you to sleep, you decided to go check it out.

It didn’t disappoint you as the ambiance of the whole place is relaxing. Although there are just some weird feeling inside you. Like something’s ain’t right.

“Did you hear anything from Luke?” you bit your lower lip as you wait for your friend to answer your question. One hand holding your phone over at your ears while the other one played over the glass of liqour.

“No... Are you still not okay?” she asked from the other line.

You pursed your lips and let go of the glass before carefully caressing your forehead. You rested both of your elbows at the bar counter and pursed your lips.

“He’s still mad, I guess?” you mumbled and lowered your shoulder then started playing with the glass again.

Your friend scoffed, “Why would he be mad anyway? You went there because of work. It isn't like you went there for a vacation!” Lucie hissed and you know she have a point.

“You're right but I also kind of forgot to tell him before my trip. I happen to remember the day of my flight.” you said. The other line went silent for a while before your friend let out a sigh.

“Well, okay. But at least he needs to understand and be supportive. You’re finally facing your fears!” her tone got excited once more. A small smile appeared over your face.

“Yes. Finally. I just hope everything won’t turn like how it used to be before.”

She sighs, “Stop overthinking, okay? If anything happens, you can call me. I will catch the next flight to you right away!”

That made you feel so much better. Lucie really does care and very sweet. You are very thankful for a friend like her. Someone very reliable and trustworthy.

“Just think of it as a small get away from all the stress.” she tries to comfort you that its okay to be here right now. That everything will be just fine.

“All right. How about you? Are you okay alone there?” you asks a little worried to leave her alone for the first time ever since you two started living togther.

She chuckles, “Of course! I’m not five, okay? Anyway, just think of yourself. Reflect on your life and appreciate that you are finally at the best point of your life.”

“Am I?” you murmured under your breath. It was low so you knew she missed it.

You gulped trying to get rid of the lump over your throat. You are thankful for everything that you have right now. A stable job, good friends, parents (although they’re mostly just there to ask money from you), and a boyfriend. You know you should be contented at it but at some point, you feel like something’s not right... like something’s missing.

“Y/n... stop overthinking and enjoy.” she said, more like a reminder.

At the end, you had no other choice but to oblige to what she said. You are already here and maybe the fear of being in a foreign country again gets into you too much. Its making you overthink everything.

As you continue your chitchat with your friend, your eyes unconsciously darted over to these group of men that just made its entrance to the bar. They were wearing uniforms that were similar, like some bodyguards or something and they have this weird vibe.

You shrugged it off and just diverted your attention back to your glass of liquor. Thankfully, you shut the topic off and decided to talk about something else. You chuckled as you listen to your friend’s funny story, unaware of the pair of eyes who are piercing at you.

Sunghoon was at dazed. He feels like his mind was floating or something while he watch you converse over your phone. He doesn't know if its the desperation, (clearly can’t blame the alcohol since he just arrived) that cause him to start seeing things.

Is he really going out of his mind? Did he lose it? Sunghoon wonders, but his eyes never left your direction. He’s afraid that you’ll disappear, even if it really is his hallucinations, he don’t want to risk it.

“Icarus...” he calls for his assistant. He struts a bit closer, but not too close. He still made sure he kept Sunghoon’s personal space, something he’s really fond of.

“I took my meds today, right? Tell me I’m not seeing things.” his chest heaves up and down, eyes still fixed at you laughing about something that your friend uttered from the other line.

Sunghoon was beyond astonished. His heart races, feet stoned at the position, and slowly all the noise around him are turning into a muffled sound. Like they’re being thrown away somewhere far from where the two of you are.

Icarus' eyes follows his line of sight and he was surprised as well. He gazes over the three other men near him and like him, they looked staggered. He fished his phone and quickly pulls up the painted picture that they’ve been using to search for you. He glanced back and fort multiple times and there’s no doubt that it was you.

“It is her, Boss.” he confirmed that ringed at the back of his mind.

Icarus took a glance over his boss and he quickly started dialling someone through his phone. This is the sole purpose of their nonstop search countries by countries, and yet now that you are there all of them are just stunned. They couldn’t process it properly.

Multiple times that people labelled Sunghoon to be crazy and now, you are here. Proving everyone that they are indeed wrong because you do really exist. Sunghoon’s overwhelmed. He was out of words and just kept staring. Like he was caught in a trance.

He wanted so bad to approach you and steal you out from here. Sunghoon fights all his demons just so he can hold back from holding you right there and then. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long and so he knows he shouldn’t act impulsively.

While Sunghoon enjoys watching you silently after he ordered something to drink, he felt a presence approaches him.

“Sir, we found the hotel where she’s staying at. Beside this establishment.” Icarus announced. Sunghoon nodded his head without sparing him a glance and tilts his head.

“I will go with some of our men to check her room for informations.” he added, informing and asking for permission from Sunghoon.

“All right, you can do that. Hurry up before she decides to go back. I don’t want her to be suspicious of anything.” despite the spark over his eyes, his tone ice cold as he speak to his assistant.

Icarus silently nodded his head, “Noted, boss.” and with that he exits himself taking a few of their men to go with him.

You have no idea that some men are planning to intrude your hotel room. All you care about that night was to loosen up and get rid of these negative thoughts inside your mind.

The corner of Sunghoon’s lips lifts up a little as he watches you made face after a hard shot. It was very adorable for the young mafia boss.

He taps the table once, catching one of the bartender’s attention. He wasn’t a regular, but he sure is known around here. Of course not about good things. There were never goodness in him.

“Give whatever she needs and wants. I’ll pay for it.” his words were firm and cold. The intimidated worker glanced over at your direction and quickly gave Sunghoon a nod, eyes flashes fear.

The night continued and Sunghoon took a few shots. It was incomparable to what you just had. You’re now gulping your eleventh shot and it was obvious that you’re more than drunk. He bet you are now incapable of walking straightly.

Also the sensual gazes from multiple men inside this bar that peers at you didn’t slip from him. He wasn’t too happy about it, fighting the urge of snapping their heads off one by one. Thankfully, the fact that he finally found you kind of made him more calmer. And as long as nobody tries to lay their hands on you, they’ll be good.

He saw you stood up and kind of impressed that you managed to put yourself on your feet. He smirks dangerously and stood up, placing a stack of money at the bar counter. It was way too much as a payment, but he does not care. You seem like you enjoyed your night, the barternders deserves tips for satisfying a customer. Especially if that customer is none other than you.

His smirk fell when he saw you stumble over a man that’s already grinning maliciously. He did not liked it in one bit. The man licks his disgusting lips as he racked his eyes all over your body. Sunghoon snapped at the sight of it and quickly marched near your direction.

You’re basically so drunk that you passed out, unable to even recognize the man holding you.

“Do you need some help pretty girl?” the man whispered meaningfully and was about to grab you by the waist when a hand yanked it hardly making the man scream so loud.

It caught attention, but that’s the least Sunghoon cares about.

“You might be the one that’ll be needing help.” he grunts angrily as his free hand held you over your waist to make sure you aren’t crashing down the floor now that he lets go of you.

The man groans and brows furrowing in a displeased expression. He lifts his head, ready to curse out the man that was doing this to him, but instead the color to his face all drained out.

People inside the bar stayed at their places, doesn’t really want to get involve once caught glance at the Park Sunghoon. All they can do is to stare, because they knew if they try to get involve, its going to be hell for them too.

“M-Mr. Park, I w-was just—” the man yet again shrieked eerily, his eyes grew when the man pulled his wrist and broke it with no remorse.

He fell down on the ground crying out of pain. He called out for help nonstop, but nobody even tried to call an ambulance. They were just there, watching the awful scene.

Sunghoon held your waist and checks on your passed out state. With his furrowed brows he scanned you carefully, making sure no injury was inflicted. After making sure you’re all right, he carries you effortlessly by his arms and heads outside the bar.

“Let’s call it a night now, princess.” he mumbles softly.

“Sir, what are we going to do about the man in the bar?” one of his man stalks behind him.

Sunghoon’s eyes turned murderous once it left you. “Get rid of him.” he coldly said before walking inside the lobby of the luxurious hotel you’re currently staying on.

The moment he stepped foot, he saw Icarus talking carefully with the staff of the hotel. He was sure he’s discussing with them what to do and not to do. He have no idea who owns this place, but he will surely make sure none of the things they did will be come known and that you will be enjoying your stay.

His eyes looked panic when he saw Sunghoon carrying you by his arms, unconscious. He excused himself from the girl at the front desk and slowly approaches him. The staffs that gets to see the view looked bothered, but what can they do about it? It’s Park Sunghoon. It’s either they kept their mouth shut or he will shut their mouth forever.

“W-What happened...?” he was hesitant as he ask that question to Sunghoon.

The original plan if ever they manage to find you is to observe and never engage too near. But why does he carrying you like this and passed out? Did his boss lose control and forcedly took you here?

“She passed out from drinking.” he explained shortly that somehow ease his worry.

He told Sunghoon the number of your room and he went there by himself. Icarus left to go and check on the mess Sunghoon just made by the bar.

The mirror of the elevator reflects the two of you. It was a sight Sunghoon never expected to see this soon. Numerous times he imagined holding you like this by his arms and now that you’re here, it feel sureal.

He strides the hotel hallway, his long legs makes it a short travel from the elevator to your room. The whole floor is now vacant as he ordered Icarus to rent all the rooms so they can ensure your safety and that you can rest properly.

After he opened your room, he walked over the bed and placed you carefully. He smashed his lips together as he inhaled your scent, making his head all fuzzy. You smell so good and its making him crazy. He leans away and stared at your sleeping figure.

He still couldn’t believe it. Thinking that he’s in a dream. And if ever he is, he don’t want to wake up anymore. He wants to stay in this dream, with you.

He extends his hand and slowly tried to brush some strands of hair that was on your face. He jolts when you suddenly moved, the tip of his finger grazed on your soft skin. He heaves a sigh, feeling his heart thumped like crazy.

He stares at his big hand for a while before he smirks a little. His eyes trailed back at your sleeping state and he noticed the clothes you are wearing. It doesn’t look uncomfortable, but you won’t be able to rest properly.

He fished his phone from his pocket while still watching you sleep, not allowing to take his sight out of you. Like afraid that you’ll suddenly vanish.

“Boss?”

“Ask for room service for her room. I want them all girls and also someone who can dress her into a more comfy clothes.” he ordered that his assistant quick assists.

He sighs. He doesn’t want to leave yet, but he knew he has to. Slowly, he sat down at the side of the bed and stared at you peacefully sleeping.

He reaches for your hand and with a racing heart he held your hand. Lifts it and placed a soft kiss on top of it while his eyes darted directly at you.

“Sleep well, my pretty. I’ll have you for myself soon.”

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洪水 | YANDERE THEMES | SUNGHOON.

when the «prince of the city» becomes the villain, his subjects are left unprotected from his ruthless reign even in the deepest darkness, and sunghoon, the minister's son, always carried with him the heady scent of his mother's favourite nina ricci lotion and an infectious, carefree, almost childlike smile. yet something about him disturbs the atmosphere, inducing a drop in temperature in the room as he enters, regardless of the season.

sunghoon's a masked angel, whose light fades at the emergence of the inner demon he harbours, being the culprit for the crimes committed on this earth. can be visualised manipulating the minds of those around him; with every apology and promise of amends after his cries, his parents forgive him despite knowing of his repeated wrongdoing. raised to outdo everyone in town, sunghoon's parents excused him again and again.

in the world of opulence, corruption lurks, and he shows no intention of slowing down, and true for you, you remained practically invisible to the park family due to your economic position, which allowed you to remain hidden from their eyes, but everything changed on halloween night.

when, in your boyfriend's house, an individual with an intense gaze and an unrelenting temper took control of his perfect aesthetic and the image of him sent shivers down your spine. sporting traditional day of the dead make-up, where the monochromatic combination creates a singular skull, adorned with flames, bloody roses and scars; his lack of eyes is unsettling.

you ask yourself "what dark impulse drove jihyun, with his flawed mind, to provoke park sunghoon like that?", because park had no intention of stopping.

«¡please let me go!».

it's too late for you, and you can't do anything to stop what's about to happen, so you just huddle in the corner of the room and cover your ears.

jihyun's head is bowed, blood dripping to the ground, moans and sobs escaping his lips. as the fear and pain reflect in his empty eyes and his screams echo, you find him pathetic for facing the demon with no defensive skills, while sunghoon's smile is indifferent to the suffering of others and seems to feed on pain.

dumb. dumb. dumb.

before you know it, sunghoon places your boyfriend's windpipe under his foot and takes his life in a single blow. for a moment, you are captivated as you watch him, yet at that precise moment, the world stops and you meet he's piercing gaze.

"are you enjoying watching?" he asks and takes the baseball bat and slowly brings the blood to his mouth, savouring every glistening drop. then, for the sheer fun of it, he approaches jihyun and slaps his ribs hard, an ominous cracking sound being heard.

as he approaches your presence, confesses: "it angers me to be spied on, darling."

you're paralysed, naked except for the lingerie you're wearing, as sunghoon revels in your discomfort. in panic, you try to escape, but he catches you and pushes you against the wall. with a threatening voice, he warns you that you shouldn't try to run away, at least not yet, and in tears, you beg for mercy, but he shuts you up abruptly.

slowly, he tastes you with malice, sensing every sensation on your skin as your fear grows. this night, he considers you his favourite prank.

"why settle for a mere piece of dying flesh when you can become my possession," whispers, and savours the taste of blood on his teeth, expressing his insatiable hunger. "you can't expose a lamb to a wolf and expect it not to want to devour it," he declares.

on that dark night, sunghoon is ravenous for you.

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ENTRY 01

Sigh, I don't even know where to begin with this one.. here goes nothing.

So as it turns out, whenever you feel as though life can't get any worse.. I promise you, it surely can and will. If there's anything that I've learnt in the past week, it would be that my life has just thrown another curveball at me and now not only am I worn out, heartbroken and exhausted, I am also.. riddled with fear. And this journal is to document what I'm going through lest something bad happens to me.

Alot has happened in the past month. I gathered up the courage to FINALLY leave hoon Sunghoon, my now ex-boyfriend, and our incredibly toxic relationship after I found explicit text messages he'd send to his co-worker. I didn't confront him about it because I knew he'd somehow find a way to pin the blame on me and wouldn't let me leave. And so I fled. To another city.

I sighed a breath of relief during the 8 hour drive to Busan, knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I had blocked him everywhere whilst also strictly instructing my friends and family to not tell him about my whereabouts. It finally dawned on me that I had been wasting my time and my youth on this snake of a man.

And so I started integrating back into society, making new friends, going out and having fun. Things he'd never let me do and beat me out of doing. I was finally LIVING... but that didn't last too long. It was just the calm before the storm.

I should've known. I should've known as a person who always had an eye on her at all times, to finally find freedom out of nowhere so easily.. it had to have been a spoof. Like a rabbit who so conveniently finds a carrot tied to a stick.

It started with the roses. Found them leaning on my apartment door when I came back home one evening. Thought they were meant for someone else at first but upon closer inspection, the glistening metal reflecting the hallway light couldn't be mistaken for something else. My promise ring that I had left on his dining table, neatly tucked in between the red.

I knew it was over then and there, the sporadic beating of my heart felt as though it would explode any second. But I don't want to give up, I had just tasted freedom in 4 years and I can't imagine myself going back to that hellhole. Even if I did, who is to say that he will not just kill me?? I've known him for so long, it wouldn't be uncharacteristic of him to hurt me out of his rage. He's already done it so many times, who's to say that this will be any different? And I know this time I've made him more angry than he's ever been in his entire life. And if I'm going to get hurt anyway, I'd rather put up a fight.

I contacted the police and they didn't make anything out of it but needless to say, I wasn't surprised. I asked my friends if they had ratted me out to him and they vehemently denied it. I deleted all of my socials and changed my phone number. I've changed the way I dress and I'm starting to avoid going out unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't know how long I can survive like this, especially since this hasn't deterred sunghoon in the slightest.

I see him everywhere and I just have to pretend that I don't. The car behind me in the drive through. The person standing in the middle of the park lot. The hooded figure that bumped into me in the seven eleven. I sometimes catch a whiff of his scent in the corridors as if he's just been there. He's playing with me like a predatory cat upon a mouse and I'm totally helpless.

The ticking of the clock reminds me of his lack of patience. How long until he stops finding this entertaining and decides to just pounce? It's no longer a matter of "if" but of "when" and when he does, I want you to know that I didn't just dissappear. And I want to make sure that he won't be able to hurt any other person the way he did me.

I've started to count down the days.

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⠀ ( drabble ) finally forever ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 박성훈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ sunghoon tying himself to you for once and for all  ヾ

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you no longer walked on eggshells when sunghoon was around like you did when you first started whatever it is you had — you no longer fought with him about leaving ; in fact you hated when he'd leave or when he said he'd take you out. . . all you wanted was to have him to yourself.

sunghoon didn't see that at first; he thought you were just trying to fuck with him , waiting for him to let his guard down just to leave , so he tried everything to get to you — chaining you up to your bed , leaving you without food; that didn't work , he'd come home to you sitting on the bed , waiting for him.

he even tried bringing another girl home; no he had no intentions of sleeping with her , she was purely there just to see if you squirmed; and when you didn't , instead you cried , he killed her , there was no use for her and of course he couldn't let her go , you being tied to the bed kinda threw her off and he didn't want her to call the cops — even then you didn't do anything , not a flinch or anything.

he didn't even console you as you cried thinking he was tired of you — he still didn't fully believe it , he believed this was all an act , that was until you wrapped your arms around him , begging for him to never leave him , that you needed him; that you wouldn't be able to go on without him… that's when he knew he had you.

“you'd die without me?” he said , you sniffled, nodding your head. “stop all that whining , i killed her you saw it.” he said. “i was never gonna sleep with her.” your eyes were red, tears streaming down your face — it was fucking turning him on. “pl-please don't do that again.” you said. “you've acted like a bitch this entire time , why should i listen to you.”

“you know how much trouble you put me through? how many people died because of you?” he grabbed both your hands. “things won't change that easily because you suddenly love me , you still need to be punished.” he dragged you back to the room , throwing you the bed. “you want me to believe that you really won't leave?” he said , cuffing both hands , binding you back to the bed. “then shut the fuck up and let me do what i want to you.”

you laid there; no resistance as he pulled your pants down , leaving you in the underwear he bought. “you love me now?” pulling his pants down , freeing his cock from his underwear , it was your first time ever seeing his dick. “y-yeah.” you stuttered , pulling your panties to the side. “look at this wet cunt , no matter if this shit is just an act , this pussy is definitely singing a different tune.”

“i-i do love you.” you cried out. “i-i swear.” he let out a tsk sound. “then show me.” was the last thing he said before stuffing you completely full of his cock. “oh yeah fuck!” he groaned , wasting no time in thrusting into you. “so warm , fuck i waited so long for this.” he gripped your waist , holding your waist in his hands , as he began to pound into you. ���hoonie fuck!”

he never heard that nickname came out your mouth , but it only encouraged him to fuck you deeper , and with much more force. “shit , should just use this little pussy until you can't take it anymore.” he hissed. “forget if you cum or not.” he slapped your cunt. “sunghoon.” you screamed pulling at the restraints. “use you as my cum dump.”

you began to tear up again , he was being really mean. “keep crying , show me how sorry you are.” you sobbed out and apology after apology , not even sure what you were apologizing for. “im sorry , im so sorry.” you said in between sobs. “please let me cum , i need to cum , please i love you so much.” he heard enough , plus he was on the brink of cumming himself. “cum , cum now.”

he gave your clit a few slaps as you came , creaming his cock , tightening around him. “fuck I'm gonna fill you up , keep you pregnant with my kids so you'll have no choice to stay.” he didn't really like the idea of child , but if was to get reassurance that you'd stayed with him then so be it. “fuck im gonna cum inside you.”

“please hoonie , please fill me with your cum.” you begged , he gave you a few more thrust, stilling his hips as his cock pumped a load of his cum into you. “fuck , you're mine.” he groaned. “this is my fucking pussy.” his hand coming up to your throat. “you're mine , and a few kids will solidify that.”

“gonna fuck a few brats inside you so you'll be stuck with me forever.”

©LUVYENI

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YOU’RE MINE

forever.

SUMMARY ‘ Sunghoon has been obsessed with you since childhood, and now that you’re his, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side—forever.

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From the very beginning, Sunghoon had been obsessed with you.

It started when you were children—when you’d grab his hand and giggle, when you’d ask him to help tie your shoes, when you’d lean against him after a long day, never noticing how he held on just a little too tightly.

But by high school, his love had turned into something darker.

You were too beautiful, too kind, too naïve for the world. And Sunghoon knew that meant he had to protect you.

Even if it meant watching your every move.

Even if it meant following you home at night.

Even if it meant making sure no one else got too close.

You never noticed the way he lingered in the background, how his sharp eyes tracked your every interaction, how every boy who dared flirt with you eventually disappeared.

One day, a classmate would be laughing with you in the hallway. The next, he was gone. His seat in class empty. His locker left untouched. No one ever questioned it.

And you? You just pouted, twirling a strand of hair.

“Weird… I thought he liked me.”

Sunghoon would only smile, brushing a soft hand against your cheek.

“He didn’t deserve you baby.”

And like the bimbo you were, you just nodded, leaning into his touch.

Because Sunghoon would always be there.

⸻

The day you confessed, he almost didn’t believe it.

“Hoonie I like you.”

The words rang in his ears, sinking deep into his skin. His fingers twitched. His breath hitched.

For the first time in years, Park Sunghoon was stunned.

“You’ve always been there for me,” you continued, smiling up at him, your eyes sparkling with innocence. “And you’re, like, really cute so… do you wanna date?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared.

Then, slowly, a smile crept onto his lips.

“Of course baby.” His voice was soft, but his grip on your hand tightened. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

⸻

Moving in together was effortless.

Sunghoon took care of everything. He cooked, he cleaned, he made sure you didn’t have to lift a finger.

And you, being the sweet, oblivious girl you were, just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“You’re the best hoonie!”

But he wasn’t just taking care of you. He was controlling you.

And you didn’t even notice.

“Baby your friends aren’t good for you.”

You blinked up at him from the couch, your pink nails tapping against your phone screen. “Huh?”

“They talk behind your back” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t want what’s best for you.”

You frowned. “But… they’re my friends.”

His fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His smile was still there, but his eyes were cold.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

Your eyes widened. “Of course I do!”

“Then why do you pick them over me?” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “Bad people over the person who keeps you safe?”

You hesitated.

And then you gave in.

“You’re right hoonie. I don’t need them.”

Sunghoon smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl.”

⸻

It didn’t take long before you were completely his.

No phone. No friends. No one but him.

And the best part? You never even questioned it.

He had trained you well.

Until one day, he saw you talking to another classmate at the store.

That night, you learned what happened when you disobeyed.

Your soft, delicate skin was marked with bruises, your lips trembling as you whimpered under his touch.

Sunghoon held you close, whispering against your ear.

“It hurts me more than it hurts you baby…”

“I’m sorry doll.”

“I had to teach you a lesson it’s normal for me to do this.”

And you, being the stupid, naïve little thing you were, believed him.

Because Sunghoon loved you.

Because he kept you safe.

Because you were exactly where you belonged.

Right in his arms.

Forever.

@semisasseater

[thinemoonshine]

𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘

immortal!enhypen x mortal!female reader content(s): college setting, vampire enhypen, human reader, enhypen has an unhealthy fixation towards reader, mature and dark themes, warnings will be specified at each chapter type: mini series (6 parts)

red strings tangled beyond repair, the solution being to return to the hand they are tethered to. but things prove to be more painful—more excruciating than any they’ve ever felt. even for immortals who deem pain as merely a child’s game.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

ℌeeseung rushes through the woods, undead heart pounding rapidly, vehement and erratic—much more than it ever has when he was alive. Prickly thorns and branches graze and cut through his porcelain skin, leaving bleeding wounds that seal themselves almost as instant as they were made.

“She’s here. She’s back,” his whispery voice is carried by the wind as he continues his relentless pursuit to find her. The one they have been waiting for so long—decades, centuries and millennials. Eternity.

𝔍ongseong huffs, breaths heavy as he tails close behind—not of exhaustion, but of fierce desperation—and his chest heaves while he wears a pained countenance. The everlasting yearn that burgeoned throughout his years of living whilst dead pouring from his very being—showing through the reddening rims of his eyes and the whites of his curled knuckles.

A grunt rips through 𝔖unghoon’s throat as the bottom of his trouser gets caught by a thick branch. He clicks his tongue, irritated, and haphazardly retracts his leg—the fabric tearing with a loud, clear sound. But he’s mindless of it, much too occupied with seeing her. Finally. The mere idea of it brings a clarity to his mind, quietening his incessant, intrusive thoughts and a hopeful smile makes its way to his face.

His surroundings that typically appeared bleak and grey slowly regain their significance and colours and he inhales the earthy essence—the moist, healthy soils, fragrant blooming flora and even the faint scent of sweet nectar and honey.

The world feels beautiful once more.

“I can’t believe it! After all this time!” 𝔍aeyun exclaims, excitement buzzing through his veins and raising goosebumps on his skin as the adrenaline builds. His pearly whites are displayed from his unrestrained ear-to-ear grin despite his feverish stunts.

Hopping from one tree to another and landing with a spin onto his feet—continuing his sprint briefly before retuning to his jumpy behaviour. He’s overflowing with pure delight, eyes sparkling incandescently as he seizes his lip between his teeth.

𝔖unoo giggles joyously, eyes upturned into crescents as he plays a game of chase with 𝔍ungwon. The moment they felt her presence, an indescribable sense of merriment flooded them, washing away their never ending misery. Their withered hearts that were once weighty with doubt regarding her return now beating with anticipation and conviction.

“Catch me if you can~” Sunoo challenges and Won’s grin broadens, dimples deepening and eyes glaring with determination as he hastens his steps—eliciting a shriek from the older.

Their laughter resound within the woods and as if celebrating alongside them, the birds chirp and sing in an optimistic tune while warm sunlight shines against wet leaves and puddles. Small, faint streaks of colours emerging around them and casting a beautiful glow.

A picturesque scene right out of a film.

Lagging behind is ℜiki who’s still astonished and yet, skeptical. Why now? After all this time, why now? Could they be wrong? Maybe they had all mistakenly think it was her. It’s not an impossible thought considering how it’s been…forever since their last moment with her. Their instincts might be rusty.

But he knows. Truthfully, he knows that they can never be mistaken. No one sets their souls alive like she does.

And admittedly, he too knows that his denial stems from fear. The fear that she may arrive and fleet away just as abruptly. And once again, he will be abandoned, left to wallow in his own self-pity and desolation for years and centuries to come. The gap in his chest widening more and more with her absence.

His teeth grit and jaw tightens at the already torturous thought. He swallows dryly, dreading the possibility but a sudden tug within his ribs, the sudden lightness he feels and the lack of emptiness inside—

A gasp escapes as he snaps his head up, facing the front to see his brothers all decelerating as they approach the exit of the forest they’ve caged themselves in where across is a human town. Wasting days, months, years away inside their sumptuous mansion with their plentiful riches just to be overcome by the sense of vanity.

Their attentions are transfixed by the bright light that awaits them—the end to their painful yet, wilful confinement and they glow. They are radiant, spirits flourishing and… alive.

“She’s here,” Riki mutters under his breath, voice cracking as eyes brim with tears.

The seven figures emerge between the tall trees like creatures of myth—dangerously enthralling and breathtakingly beautiful—with their steps slow yet determined.

But they are forced to a halt as great, extravagant forms of red and orange greet them obtrusively—dancing flamboyantly on their faces and frozen frames as their senses that were previously dulled by her overpowering being begin to sharpen.

While the feeling of her begins to blur.

They can finally hear the deafening wails and shrieks as the choking scent of thick smoke infiltrates their noses and fogs their vision with layer after layer of soot. Sirens of ambulance and firefighters are blaring while crowds of people are frantically running from the burning resident, screaming for help.

And amidst all this chaos lies one girl quietly at the side of the street, tranquil, with her head against the plush green grass, a hand beside her head and the other resting on her stomach as if taking a siesta—if only her dress wasn’t dyed crimson by her own blood, face isn’t dusted with gray from the remains of debris and the torment that reveals itself from the marks of drying tears.

The seven appear beside her. Heeseung and Jay dropping to their knees as Sunghoon stands paralyzed yet shoulders tremble violently at his shaky breaths. Jake’s teeth sink deep into his lower lip, drawing blood as he tries and fails to muffle his wails—heavy tears brimming his eyes and flowing down his reddened cheeks like a storm.

Jungwon gulps, a sharp pain stabbing through his throat at his pitiful attempt to swallow his grief but the burn in his eyes betray him as he too ends up sobbing and shivering as he struggles to stand. Hands and sleeves wiping his face repetitively as his cries heighten.

Sunoo’s emotions are unvarnished, bare and loud as he screams in agony and wrath. Everything is unfair. He doesn’t want this— no, he CAN’T. His palms grate against the scattered debris and they stab and dig through his skin mercilessly yet, he’s unfeeling.

Even as his blood drips and paints the vibrant green with red, he remains… drowned in his anguish. Ears once again muffled as he can only hear his previous doubts taunting him, ridiculing him and shattering him more than he already is.

And Riki… he kneels beside her inert body, staring with clouded eyes as he slowly lifts his large hand onto hers and it quivers slightly as it nears. The moment they touch, her foreign, cold temperature makes his eyes well up and thick salty globules seep into her dress—his body bending lower and lower until his forehead rests against her still stomach.

Whimpers and silents gasps of her name escape past his lips like a spell, as if it will resurrect her and this continues until Sunghoon approaches to cautiously, slowly lift her limp body into his taut arms.

Although wordless, the others understand perfectly—feebly rising to their feet as they trail behind him who makes his way back into the woods. The panic instilled in others make for perfect distraction and they disappear from the public once more.

Sunghoon strides grimly through the tall, mighty trees—breaking whatever branch that obstructs his path with his inhuman strength, trampling every vivid flora that burdens his track and disregarding anything and everything else.

He sees only vanity. Nothing worth his attention.

He lays her on a slightly raised white stone dais with beautiful intricate engravings on each of its four sides—fresh flowers, spirals and crystals adorning its plainness.

The seven figures encircle her, silent and deeply scarred by the abrupt tempestuous of emotions that they experienced that are powerful enough to make them feel nauseated—wanting to vomit their insides and ruin whatever remnants of their humanity, all there are that enable them to still feel and hurt.

But simultaneously, they wish to remember it all, to keep themselves sentient so they can once again relish in the joy and miracle that is her. The one who they’ve sworn to guard and have surrendered themselves to. This singular wish manages to keep them sane albeit hanging by a thread and they watch with heavy eyes as Jake nears the dais.

His hand lifts, palm to the sky as a gentle flame appears—movements irregular as it grows larger and larger before it stills into a steady fire.

With a deep exhale, he says, “Until we meet again.”

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[lhswon]

CRAZY TIPS = CRAZY FEELINGS { l.hs }

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: wherein, heeseung is a player, a fuck boy, and a rich one too which is all what y/n hates about a man. y/n in contrast is a broke college student who barely makes a living to pay up her rent and college tuition. despite years of being in the same university as heeseung, they never had any interactions until the day heeseung finally laid his eyes on y/n who works on the counter at some nightclub and started leaving her with some crazy cash tips.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: yandere!lee heeseung x tsundere!fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙜����𝙣𝙧𝙚: non!idol, enemies (one sided) to lovers troupe, kinda slow burn, teeth-rotting fluff, heeseung is a softie, you and enha are in the same age for the sake of the plot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: lots cursing, suggestive scenes (mdni!), fighting, drinking, smoking, mention of substances, family issues, mention of SA, display of dominance and possessiveness, heeseung is always jealous (lmk if i missed any!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙘: unknown (as of now :D)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: whoop whoop. wrote this au the moment i saw that video of hee drinking whiskey in a party :D man he was HOT i couldn't stop myself from making this. ALSO BIG NOTE, none of this reflect the idols mentioned in real life. this is only a FICTION and for entertainment purposes only.

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

the loud music and people's chaotic cheering and murmuring were the ones that welcomed heeseung and his friends, along with the mixed smell of alcohol, perfumes, and smoke from cigarettes. it was already 2:00 am but it seemed a bit more early for the people inside the club, the energy was just insane.

as they walked to find their own spot, heeseung constantly sees people making out on the spot which made him smirk a bit. his initial plan was to find someone to hook up with tonight. it was their midterm interlude after all, he needed to relax and he wanted to start by hooking up.

"i'll order us some drinks, what do you guys want?" jake remained standing while the rest of them sat at the circular couch.

"i want just want some rum." sunghoon said. jay said he wanted the same thing.

"sunoo hyung and i will just have some whiskey." jungwon followed, raising his left hand up and pointed to sunoo next to him.

"what about you, seung?" jake asked.

"just get me some scotch, please and thank you." heeseung said and jake nodded before leaving.

while jay and sunghoon was talking something about their academics, sunoo and jungwon was just chatting why their youngest, niki, recently failed his long test and have to go through intensive tutoring as of the moment.

heeseung on the other hand wandered his eyes around and when he catched a glimpse of jake on the counter, he followed him using his eyes and his breathing hitched when he saw your angelic face giving small smiles to jake as he leans in to tease you.

"come on, do you really have to work tonight? i can pay your manager so he would let you drink with me." the man in front of you insisted. you subtly gave him a 'are-you-fucking-serious' look before brushing his statement off with an awkward chuckle.

"i'm sorry sir, but we are currently short on staffs so everyone needs to play their parts." you gave him a small smile before handing him the bottles he ordered.

"oh come on, don't call me sir. don't act like you do not go to the same university as me." jake chuckled sexily which made you secretly scoff.

you have to admit, jake is attractive, hot even, but he's just way out of your league. he's hot, he's rich, he's an academic achiever, and lives almost a perfect life, plus he's a play boy which is a big no no for you. he's just everything you hate about men.

"i can't jake, i have to work. now, please do get off the counter, i have other customers to serve other than you." you said bravely and gave him a fake smile which made jake smirk. your feisty attitude just turns him on.

after successfully shooing away jake sim, you suddenly felt eyes watching you. you wandered your eyes around and you choked on air when you realize that the pair of eyes watching, and staring at you darkly was heeseung's. one of your schoolmate and friend of jake.

the way heeseung stared at you darkly made you panic. his piercing eyes never leaving you even before you saw jake put down the drinks they ordered. you're like a prey, recognized by the predator. he only diverted his gaze when jake called him, handing him his drink. you too, were nudged by your co-worker.

"you okay?" red asked. she's your co-worker, also your work buddy. you nodded and cleared your throat.

"if you're tired already, you should rest. you're about to end your shift anyways." she suggested while you nodded.

you chatted with her a bit before going to the staff room to change, get your things, and time yourself out from work. the moment you exited the club using the back door, you immediately hugged yourself due to cold. you could see the smoke coming out of your mouth as you breathe. not even the padded jackets could easily warm you up in this cold weather.

you walked through the parking lot to find your second-hand car when you saw two shadow beside your car, making out. it made you mentally scoff, out of all places, why beside yours?

it was cold and already late, you have no choice but to walk towards your car. as you finally get close to the scene, you yet again saw those familiar piercing eyes from heeseung when he watched over you while still kissing the girl in front of him. since the girl was leaning on your car, you couldn't really go without her getting off first so you coughed awkwardly.

"oh, sorry!" the girl squeeled.

finally, they stopped kissing and the girl giggled, as if she's happy that someone had just caught her making out in the parking lot. heeseung on the other hand stayed silent and watched over you intently.

"i'm sorry." you said politely as you bowed your head before moving to open the door of your car. you were about to head inside when you heard the girl murmured something.

"this car is trash, right hee?"

your eyes twitched from what the girl said. slowly, you turned to her with a small smile.

"well look who's talking, you'll just be as dirty as a trash when this man throws you away like a garbage after using you." you said before getting inside your car and starts your engine.

the girl was shocked while heeseung smirked at your attitude. without knowing, you just picked heeseung's interest, and it was the on switch for his yandere era to begin.

check out the chapter 1 here

[rowretro]

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

☆Warnings☆: Yandere themes, kidnap, somewhat sexual, suggestive, blood, death, Mafia

☆Synopsis☆: The Park Brothers, a well known mafia group, known to go down in the history books as the most powerful Korean mafia. Though they have their morals in their own words. Many mafias had been drawn to their death at a specific lake. and all those deaths link to one specific, beautiful young woman..... Lee Y/n. They claim that she'd seduce men to their death. Yet the Park brothers had fallen in love.

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Sunghoon stared out on his balcony at the crystal waters, in which a majority of his enemies were dragged to their death, by an unknown being. He never saw what happened or how, but it reminded to keep his guard up. Jay appeared behind him, tapping on the younger Park's shoulder. Sunghoon put his binoculars down as he turned to Jay. "Sunghoon, I doubt staring at the ocean is going to get you anywhere... Those fools must've been promised gold, and thrown off a boat when far out of sight for all you know" Jay simply said as Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at the ocean.

"Think about it Jay.... someone is out to get us... Sure his or their foolery won't work on us.... but we should stay alert... who the fuck could it possibly be? some group from a foreign country we fucked over?" He asked as Jay smirked. "Whoever or whatever it is... we'll see tonight" Jay said as Sunghoon turned to him tilting his head. "Jay we aren't going there are you fucking stupid?!" Sunghoon asked as Jay snickerred.

That very night, Jay was working in his office while Sunghoon sat at his balcony, crystal glass at hand as he stared through the binoculars, looking for anything suspicious. Nothing but the calm waves, moonlight reflecting on the crystal waters a few very tiny fish barely visible as it leaped out of the water and back in again. Wait what is that, possibly a mermaid?

He watched as the female flipped her wet hair back. Her figure alluring, the white clothes she was dressed in drenched till they see through. The moonlight reflecting off of her making her seem so angelic. Sunghoon's eyes widen. The woman turns around, a smile on her face as she continues dancing in the somewhat shallow end, the water reaching her mid thighs, yet her short white dress was drenched, her gaze seductive, and the way she moved made him really feel something.

"What are you staring at?" Jay asked as Sunghoon passed him the binoculars. Jay fell in love with the sight "Guess we found the angel of death...." He mutterred as Sunghoon bit his lip. "Fuck it. She's ours. we're taking her." Sunghoon said as Jay turned to him, he too was thinking the same.

It didn't take them any struggle to kidnap her from where she was, the woman now wrapped in a towel, as she was lying down on a very luxorious bed. The moment she opened her eyes, and saw the Park Brothers before, she knew she was fucked. "Lee Y/n.... the very sister of our dear friend Lee Heeseung.... what business do you have these murders?" Jay asked as Sunghoon sat by her on his chair, drying her hair with a towel. His hands so gently handling her, which sent a shiver down her spine. These men had the power to murder her. to torture her painfully and feed her remains to hungry foxes.

Jay suddenly clicked his fingers before her, as she zoned out. "Heeseung needed to kill Hwang Daehoon, and a few other mafia leaders who were more ruthless than morally.... so I offerred to help him.... I swear I dont intend on hurting anyone else, especially you guys Heeseung would never want to lay a hand on you...." She explained as Sunghoon suddenly grabbed her chin "Saying so much shit yet all I can focus on is that pretty face." he mumbles as she blinks at him.

Jay's eyes scanned her body, such a stunning figure, nice silky layerred black hair that framed her face perfectly, Her dark eyes, and perfect brows, slightly big nose, and the perfect soft cupid bow and arrow lips. Her jawline sharp as his. She's fucking hot. his hand softly grabbed her arm which was a slightly darker tone than his skin. "Ill spare you.... if you agree to become our wife." Jay simply said with a smirk as she frowned.

It's not like she had a choice anyway....

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A/n: day 2 of no nicotine, didnt think of vaping while writting this thing coz I was so confused... anyways part 2 anyone?

[stormyfog]

his favorite 🗝️

teacher sunghoon x student fem!reader

content: high school au, yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

just a few weeks had passed since your 18th birthday, and senior year felt like it was dragging on. while most of your classmates were focused on graduation and college plans, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that came with attending mr. park sunghoon’s history class. at first, his calm demeanor and occasional compliments about your work seemed harmless, but the way his dark eyes lingered on you during lectures left a knot of discomfort in your stomach.

you told yourself it was nothing—just a teacher showing interest in a promising student—but the signs were becoming harder to ignore. the way he always seemed to call on you for answers, even when your hand wasn’t raised. the way his voice softened when he said your name, as if savoring it. and the most unsettling part? the way he would subtly position himself closer to your desk, his presence looming just enough to make your pulse quicken.

it wasn’t just during class anymore. lately, you’d noticed him outside of school—always at the local coffee shop where you liked to study, or passing by the park when you took walks after school. at first, you thought it was a coincidence, but there was always something about his gaze that made you uneasy, like he was watching you. you couldn’t explain it, but every time you spotted him, he seemed to be waiting for the right moment to speak, his lips curling into that unnerving smile when you caught his eye.

it was hard to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. sunghoon was 22, young for a teacher, and you were just 18—a senior in high school, barely an adult. the age gap didn’t seem like much at first, but the more you thought about his ‘coincidental’ appearances, the more it felt off. he had no reason to be at the coffee shop at the same time as you, let alone at the park during your evening walks. it was almost as if he was deliberately positioning himself in your path. the thought made your stomach churn, but you quickly pushed it aside, telling yourself it was nothing. still, the nagging feeling lingered, a quiet whisper telling you that it was all too strange.

you couldn’t keep the growing discomfort to yourself anymore, so you told your friends, yeji and yuna, about sunghoon’s strange appearances. they listened intently at first, but as soon as you mentioned the coffee shop and park, they burst into laughter. “oh, come on,” yeji teased, nudging you with her elbow. “maybe he’s just a fan of your ‘brilliant’ history essays.” yuna grinned, clearly enjoying the playful jab. “yeah, maybe he has a secret crush on you!” they both giggled, making light of it. but as the laughter died down, a hint of doubt crept into your mind. what if they were right? maybe you were just overthinking it. still, the uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away.

yeji and yuna had been your friends for about a year now, ever since you’d started hanging out more with their group. they were part of the popular crowd, the ones everyone seemed to gravitate toward, and you often found yourself in the middle of their social circle, even if you were sometimes on the outskirts. they were fun to be around, but they also had a way of ignoring you or teasing you, especially when it came to anything serious. like now, when you tried to explain the situation with sunghoon. it wasn’t the first time they’d brushed off something you were concerned about, and part of you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were being too sensitive, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore the unease creeping into your thoughts.

what you didn’t know was that yeji and yuna had been talking behind your back for the past couple of months. you had no clue about their whispers and the things they were saying when you weren’t around, but sunghoon knew. he’d been watching you more closely than you realized. under the guise of a harmless social media account named history_nerd, sunghoon kept tabs on everything you did, including the things your friends said about you. his obsession with you ran deeper than you could have imagined, and he was planning something sinister involving your so-called ‘friends.’ they had no idea what they were unknowingly walking into, and neither did you. but sunghoon did, and he was already setting his plan into motion.

sunghoon’s obsession with you started at the beginning of senior year. his history class was a two-semester course, and you had signed up for it because you genuinely liked history and wanted to learn. what you didn’t realize was how much your dedication caught his attention. unlike most of the students who would sleep through lectures or tune out entirely, you actually paid attention, asking insightful questions and participating in discussions. it wasn’t lost on sunghoon that you were one of the few who truly cared about his subject. at first, he admired your focus, but over time, it turned into something darker—something deeper. every glance you shot him, every thoughtful comment, made his heart race. to him, you weren’t just a student; you were the only one who truly understood him, and he was determined to make you his in ways that no one else could.

chapter 2

during some free time in class, you pulled out your phone to check social media, hoping to distract yourself for a moment. as you scrolled through your feed, a post under the account history_nerd caught your attention. your heart skipped a beat as you saw a screenshot of yeji and yuna’s conversation—messages where they were talking about you, mocking you and betraying your trust. the caption beneath the screenshot read, “you shouldn’t trust others so easily.” your stomach twisted, and you felt a cold sweat form as you glanced up. sunghoon was watching you closely from across the room, his eyes piercing through you as though he knew exactly how you were feeling.

sunghoon had gotten his hands on that screenshot in the most sinister way. yesterday, after class, yeji had carelessly left her phone on her desk, oblivious to the fact that sunghoon had been waiting for the perfect moment. he casually slipped it into his bag, took it home with him, and plugged it into his laptop. hours later, he had everything—every message, every secret conversation yeji had ever had. he smirked as he uncovered the ugly words she and yuna had said about you, savoring the power he now held over both them and you. this morning, he made sure to leave the phone in the lost and found box at the front office, ensuring yeji would find it, none the wiser to how much had already been exposed.

after class, once everyone had left, you walked up to sunghoon’s desk, your heart pounding in your chest. “mr. park, did you post that?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. sunghoon looked up at the screenshot on your phone as you held it up to him, his face an innocent mask. “post what?” he asked, feigning confusion. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he leaned back in his chair, a calm smile forming on his lips. “but bullying is not tolerated in my classroom, and i’ll be having a word with yeji and yuna about it later.” he shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if he hadn’t just violated every boundary to make sure you saw that post. the way he looked at you made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing—but he was playing the game all too well.

you quietly nodded, not wanting to provoke sunghoon any further, and walked away, the heavy weight of the situation pressing on your chest. you made your way to the cafeteria, sitting down with yeji and yuna, pretending nothing had happened, but a deep sadness lingered in your gut. as the conversation carried on around you, you tried to ignore the gnawing feeling of unease. then, one by one, everyone's phones buzzed with a notification, including yours. you glanced at your screen, heart sinking when you saw what it was. sunghoon had posted a nude photo of yeji—one that had clearly come from her private camera roll. the caption was simple, but chilling: "careful what you share, yeji." no one knew who had posted it, but it was clear that sunghoon had access to yeji’s phone. he had it all planned. he could do whatever he wanted, and it seemed like he was just getting started.

yeji and yuna noticed the post almost immediately. yeji’s face drained of color as she stared at her phone, her eyes wide in disbelief. "no... no way," she whispered, her hands trembling as she looked around the cafeteria, the realization sinking in. before anyone could say anything, yeji shot up from her seat, running out of the cafeteria in tears. a small part of me felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. after all, they had been talking behind my back for months, treating me like a joke. but then, a wave of guilt washed over me. who could do such a thing to someone? despite everything, seeing yeji cry like that made me question if this was all too much. sunghoon, however, was watching it all unfold. he leaned casually against the cafeteria door, his eyes gleaming as he observed yeji’s frantic escape.

chapter 3

the next few days were a blur. yeji avoided me, yuna barely spoke to me, and everything felt off. the weight of what had happened lingered in the air like a constant, uncomfortable pressure. the entire school seemed to be buzzing about the post, whispers and curious glances following me everywhere i went. sunghoon, though, acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. he still smiled his usual, calm smile whenever we crossed paths. but there was something in his eyes—a coldness that sent shivers down my spine, something that reminded me that he was always watching.

i waited until the school day was over, eager to escape the chaos and find some peace at my favorite coffee shop. once the final bell rang, i headed over there, hoping for some quiet time to clear my mind. but when i walked in, there he was again—sunghoon. sitting by the window, sipping his coffee, his eyes immediately locking onto mine. my stomach dropped. this was probably the 9th? 10th? 11th? time i’d seen him here. i lost count. i couldn’t help but wonder if he was really stalking me. the way he watched me, his smile faint but knowing, sent a chill down my spine. i couldn’t shake the feeling that this was no coincidence anymore.

sunghoon motioned for me to sit across from him at a small round table meant for two, his gaze never leaving mine. i hesitated, but the way he looked at me made it hard to say no. as i slid into the seat, he leaned forward slightly, his smile curling at the edges. “i saw what happened today,” he said, his voice low, almost soothing. “and i’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” his words were calm, but there was an underlying intensity in them that made my heart race. i didn't need to ask what he meant—his silence spoke louder than any threat could.

i slowly nodded, trying my best to avoid making eye contact with sunghoon. the weight of his gaze felt like it was pressing into me, making it hard to breathe. just as i was about to gather my thoughts, a waitress approached our table with a bright smile. "couples get dessert for free today since it’s national couples day! what would you like to order?" she asked cheerfully. i froze, about to explain that sunghoon and i were not a couple, but before i could say anything, he smoothly cut me off. "we’ll have one piece of tiramisu, please. for both of us," he said with that familiar calm tone, his smile never faltering. the waitress beamed at us and walked away to place our order, leaving me speechless and unsure of what just happened.

a wave of flustered warmth spread across my face, and i could feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. why am i feeling this way? i mentally scolded myself. sunghoon is my teacher—this is wrong! but no matter how hard i tried to push the feelings away, i couldn’t help it. sunghoon noticed my flushed cheeks and the way i fidgeted in my seat. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in slightly, his gaze softening. “you’re cute,” he remarked, his voice low and teasing. the way he said it made my heart race even faster, and i could feel my face burn hotter in response.

just as i was trying to calm myself down, the door to the coffee shop swung open with force, and in stormed yeji and yuna. they looked directly at me and sunghoon, their faces filled with accusation. yeji’s eyes were wide with fury as she pointed a finger at both of us. “you two,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “you’re the ones behind the history_nerd account, aren’t you? and don’t even try to pretend like this is just a ‘coincidence’—you always ‘run into’ each other after school.” her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, and i could feel the tension in the air. sunghoon didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unchanged, but my heart raced as i anxiously waited for what he’d say next.

i opened my mouth to defend myself, ready to explain that sunghoon was always the one ‘bumping’ into me after school, but before i could say anything, sunghoon spoke up, his voice sharp and authoritative. "yeji, yuna," he began, his tone calm but with a hint of coldness, "you shouldn't be blaming a teacher like that. it's completely inappropriate." he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving them. "and just so you know," he continued, his smile darkening slightly, "this coffee shop is still on school grounds. the school owns it. so, if you want to keep making accusations, perhaps you'd like to consider the consequences. this kind of behavior could get you both in trouble." the weight of his words hung in the air, and i could feel the shift in the room as yeji and yuna hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

"ugh, whatever!" yeji huffed, her face red with frustration. with a final glare, both she and yuna stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving the air heavy with tension. i sat there in shock, still processing everything that had just happened. no one had ever accused me like that before. the sudden shift in the atmosphere left me feeling vulnerable, like the walls were closing in around me. before i could gather my thoughts, sunghoon reached across the table, his hand gently but firmly grabbing mine. his grip tightened, and i instinctively looked up at him, meeting his gaze. his expression was soft, almost comforting, but his words sent a chill down my spine. "see?" he murmured, his voice low and steady. "i need to be here to protect you, y/n. you have no idea how dangerous this world can be." his words felt heavy, like they held more meaning than i could grasp. something about the way he said it made my heart race, but i couldn't tell if it was out of fear or something else entirely.

as sunghoon spoke, i felt a strange warmth wash over me, like i could finally trust someone. he was right, after all—maybe the world was dangerous, and maybe i did need someone to protect me. slowly, i started to believe his manipulation, letting the thoughts creep into my mind. i nodded quietly as he pulled out his phone and offered me his number, a small, reassuring smile playing at the corners of his lips. "call me if anything's troubling you," he said, his voice so sincere it almost felt real. i took his number, and before i could process anything further, he was already offering to walk me home. as we left the coffee shop, my mind was clouded with a mixture of confusion and comfort, feeling safer with each step we took together. but deep down, i couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was off. bad mistake, i thought to myself. sunghoon now knew where i lived. and something told me that this wasn’t going to end well.

chapter 4

the weekend finally arrived, but instead of feeling the usual excitement that came with the break from school, i found myself paralyzed with fear. after the confrontation with yeji and yuna, i couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that followed me like a shadow. the thought of running into them again—or worse, dealing with their accusations in front of more people—was enough to keep me indoors. meanwhile, miles away, sunghoon was at home, sitting in his dimly lit living room. his phone screen glowed as he scrolled through a secret gallery of photos he had taken of me—pictures i hadn’t even realized he’d taken. each photo captured moments i thought were private, moments i never noticed him watching. a sinister smile tugged at his lips as he stared at them, utterly consumed by his obsession.

feeling restless, i decided to distract myself by scrolling through social media for a while. but of course, i couldn’t escape the uneasiness for long. as i mindlessly swiped through posts, one in particular caught my attention, making my heart race. it was from history_nerd again. this time, the post was a photo of me walking home from school—taken from behind, as if someone had been following me. my chest tightened in fear as i stared at the picture. without thinking, i quickly took a screenshot and sent it to sunghoon. this has to be him, i thought. he always seemed to pop up wherever i was. who else could it be?

sunghoon’s response came almost instantly. instead of addressing my question, he asked, “is someone stalking you?” his words sent a chill down my spine, the calculated phrasing making my stomach churn. i hesitated before replying, my fingers trembling as i typed out, “yes, i think so.” i had no idea what game he was playing, but part of me felt compelled to trust him. his next message came just seconds later: “remember, i’m here to protect you.” those words lingered in my mind, both comforting and unsettling at the same time.

feeling an inexplicable pull toward sunghoon, i couldn’t ignore the fact that i’d been harboring feelings for him for a while now. i knew it was wrong—a student shouldn’t have feelings for their teacher—but i couldn’t help it. his presence, his words, they all made me feel safe yet unnerved at the same time. my phone buzzed again, his message reading: “can i stop by?” i stared at the text, battling my paranoia and the faint comfort his words brought. after a moment of hesitation, i typed out a shaky “yes.” before i could send my address, another text came through: “don’t worry, i’m already here.”

i peeked out the window, and there he was—sunghoon stepping out of his car, his figure illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. my heart raced as i hurried downstairs, my footsteps echoing in the quiet house. i opened the door to find him standing there, a calm smile on his face, as if he belonged there. my mind raced with questions: how did he get here so quickly? was he waiting outside this whole time? the thought sent a chill down my spine, but i couldn’t stop myself from stepping aside and letting him in.

sunghoon handed me a small gift box, his calm demeanor unsettling. i looked at him, confused, but he simply said, "go on, open it." hesitantly, i peeled back the delicate ribbon and lifted the lid. my breath hitched as my eyes widened in sheer horror—a severed index finger lay inside, bloodied and grotesque. i stumbled back, nearly dropping the box, as sunghoon leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady. "it's yeji's finger," he explained, almost casually. "specifically, the one she used to point at you in the coffee shop." his words sent a shiver down my spine, and i realized just how far his obsession had gone.

i stared at him, trembling, my voice barely above a whisper. "what did you do...?" his expression remained calm, almost too calm, as he answered, "i took care of yeji and yuna for good. they won’t bother you again." my heart sank as his words registered. did he kill them? the disbelief must have been written all over my face because, before i could say anything, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. "if you even think about telling anyone about this, y/n, i’ll make your life a living hell. your grades, your reputation—everything will crumble. do you understand me?" his cold, unrelenting gaze pinned me in place, and i felt completely trapped. i hesitantly nodded, too terrified to do anything else. sunghoon’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. “good,” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm. sunghoon straightened up and extended his hand, his voice now eerily soft. "now, give me your phone, y/n." confused, i hesitated for a moment, but the look on his face left no room for defiance. reluctantly, i handed it to him, watching as he pulled a small chip from his pocket. he inserted it into the back of my phone with practiced ease, then handed it back to me with a chilling smile. "there," he said, his tone almost mocking. "now i’ll always be watching you. anytime, anywhere. don’t forget, y/n—i’m here to protect you." his words made my skin crawl.

“i have to leave now—i have a meeting to attend. see you next week, love.” his voice lingered in the air, sending chills down my spine as he turned and walked out the door. i stood frozen in place, staring at the grotesque gift he’d left behind: the severed finger. my emotions swirled into a confusing storm—fear, disbelief, and a horrifyingly misplaced sense of affection. what was wrong with me? why couldn’t i stop the strange pull i felt toward him, even now?

chapter 5

the following week arrived, and as i sat at my desk, my gaze drifted to the two empty seats where yeji and yuna used to sit. the classroom felt heavier, the usual chatter subdued by the weight of their absence. everyone had seen the news over the weekend—yeji and yuna were murdered in cold blood. the reports offered little detail, only confirming the gruesome truth: no suspect had been found. whispers of fear and speculation filled the air, but i remained silent, my stomach twisting with guilt and dread. i knew more than i ever could admit, yet i stayed frozen in my chair, pretending to be as clueless as the rest.

sunghoon continued class like normal, as if nothing ever happened. his calm demeanor was almost unnerving, as though the chilling events from the previous week were just another routine part of life. i tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept wandering, the weight of what he'd done still lingering heavily on me. once class was done, i gathered my things, ready to leave and grab something to eat in the cafeteria. but before i could make my way to the door, sunghoon called out to me, his voice smooth and casual. "y/n, wait." i turned to find him standing by his desk, his gaze steady. "i was thinking, maybe we could have lunch together today. just the two of us, in the classroom. what do you say?" his smile was warm, but something about it sent a chill down my spine. i stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

i hesitated for a brief moment, but ultimately agreed, not wanting to know what sunghoon might do if i declined his offer. we sat together in the empty classroom, sharing his meal. the silence between us was oddly comfortable, though my heart was still pounding in my chest. sunghoon broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "this reminds me of our little coffee 'date,'" he said, his eyes glinting with something i couldn’t quite read. he leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "i guess you could say this is our second date."

i blinked, trying to process his words. my mouth went dry as i glanced at him, unsure of what to say. after a moment of silence, i gathered the courage to speak up. "mr. park... isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a teacher and a student to have a relationship?" my voice trembled slightly as i spoke, but i couldn’t hold it in anymore.

sunghoon didn’t seem fazed at all by my question. he simply leaned forward, his expression softening in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "y/n," he said, his voice low and serious, "my love for you can’t be controlled. it’s something that’s meant to be. i need to be with you. we belong together." the intensity of his gaze made my blood run cold, but i couldn’t look away. it was like he was pulling me into his world, one i wasn’t sure i wanted to be a part of.

sunghoon’s smile deepened as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me with an unsettling intensity. “you don’t have to call me ‘mr. park’ anymore, y/n,” he said softly, almost coaxing. “now that we’re in a relationship, just call me sunghoon.” i froze, my mind racing to process what he just said. a relationship? how were we already in one? my confusion must have been obvious because sunghoon’s expression softened, as if patiently waiting for me to understand. “the finger i gave you,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “was a vow. a symbol of my commitment to you. it’s my promise that i’ll always be here for you, to protect you, to love you.” he reached out and cupped my hand in his, his thumb lightly stroking the back of my palm. “we’ve already started this journey together, y/n. you belong to me now, and nothing will change that.”

"b-but i don't understand—" i stuttered, but before i could finish my sentence, sunghoon cut me off with a sudden kiss. his lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle, as if to silence my confusion. when he pulled back, he smirked, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling confidence. "there," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "now, do you understand?" i blinked, my heart racing as i sat there flustered, still processing what had just happened. my thoughts were a whirlwind, and the confusion only grew as i looked at him, unable to fully comprehend the depth of his intentions. i was torn between disbelief and a strange, unsettling pull toward him.

sunghoon noticed the confusion on my face and, without a word, got up from his seat. he moved behind me, turning my chair so that i was now facing him directly. slowly, he knelt down in front of me, his hands gently resting on my thighs as he looked up at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. his eyes were filled with something i couldn't quite place—desperation, love, maybe both. "y/n," he said, his voice soft but filled with an undeniable urgency. "please, i love you so much. you don't understand." his words sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, everything around us seemed to fade away. it was just the two of us—his gaze locking with mine, leaving me unsure of how to respond or what to feel.

"but sungh—mr. park... this is wrong..." i whispered, my voice trembling as i looked down at him. my heart raced, torn between the feelings i couldn't deny and the fear of what could happen if anyone found out. what if someone caught us? what would happen to me? sunghoon’s gaze softened, but there was a certain intensity in his eyes that made it hard to look away. slowly, he reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "i’ll make sure you understand how much i love you," he said softly, his voice laced with determination. my heart skipped a beat as i struggled to comprehend the weight of his words.

chapter 6

i went to school the next day, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing sunghoon again, even though i shouldn't be feeling this way. i knew what was going on between us was wrong, but i couldn't help it. my emotions were tangled, and the more i tried to ignore it, the stronger my feelings became. as i walked down the hallway, lost in my thoughts, a boy suddenly bumped into me, making me stumble slightly. "watch where you're going, dumbass!" he snapped, not even bothering to look at me as he walked away. i blinked in surprise, not used to being spoken to like that. the boy was changbin—one of the popular kids, part of the school football team. he was loud, obnoxious, and an egoistical narcissist, always acting like the world revolved around him. what i didn’t realize was that sunghoon had been watching me the whole time, his eyes following the interaction from the corner of the hallway.

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed as he watched changbin walk away, his mind already working over how to get rid of him. he didn’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting what was his—whether they realized it or not. the idea of changbin causing me any kind of distress was enough to spark a dark glint in his eyes. he was already making plans, devising ways to ensure no one ever dared to treat me poorly again.

but as his thoughts consumed him, he was snapped out of them when i walked past him, heading toward his classroom. his gaze lingered on me for a moment, a sense of satisfaction settling in his chest as i moved closer to him. "y/n," he whispered under his breath, barely audible to anyone else, "don't worry. no one will hurt you anymore."

the next day, after school, i returned home to find a neatly wrapped gift sitting on my doorstep. my heart skipped a beat as i stared at it, dread creeping up my spine. i picked it up and took it inside, setting it on the table before slowly opening it. my stomach churned as i lifted the lid to reveal a severed tongue, still fresh. a note rested beside it, scrawled in sunghoon’s handwriting: “changbin has been taken care of.” my breath hitched as i read it again—so quickly? i thought, my mind reeling. the realization hit me with a sickening clarity: the mouth that had bad mouthed me was gone, silenced forever. i couldn’t decide whether i felt fear or an unsettling sense of relief.

i wanted to call the police, desperately hoping for a way out, but then i remembered the chip sunghoon had placed in my phone. he could be listening to everything i said, tracking my every move. my stomach twisted as the realization hit me hard. i couldn't do anything through my phone. but then, a plan began to form in my mind. i quickly hid my phone in a drawer where sunghoon couldn’t track me and grabbed my landline phone. my hands trembled as i dialed the cops, praying that they wouldn’t trace the call back to me. but as i spoke, a nagging feeling clawed at me. little did i know, sunghoon had already anticipated this. he’d snuck into my house at night while i was sleeping, tapping into the wires and setting up hidden cameras. he was watching me, tracking my every move, even now.

when the cops arrived, i rushed to explain everything—how sunghoon had been stalking me, manipulating me, and even going as far as sending me body parts. i thought for sure they would take me seriously, but to my shock, sunghoon had already anticipated this. as soon as the cops arrived at his house, he simply explained that there was someone threatening his girlfriend, trying to frame him for things he didn't do. he played the role of the concerned boyfriend to perfection, and the officers, looking at his calm demeanor and well-spoken story, were convinced. they told me that there was no evidence to support my claims and left, leaving me feeling more trapped than ever. sunghoon had twisted everything, and now, even the police believed him over me.

i got my phone out of the drawer and stared at it in horror when i saw sunghoon’s text: "you shouldn't have done that, sweetheart. you know what happens now." panic flooded my chest as i desperately called him, my voice trembling. "i’m sorry, sunghoon. i didn’t mean to... please, don’t ruin my reputation." i pleaded, the weight of everything sinking in. i could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he responded, "i like hearing you beg like that, y/n. it sounds so much better when you’re on the brink of tears." my heart raced. i begged him to stop, to please not do anything more. "i’ll do anything, just... please don’t ruin my reputation, i’m begging you!" i said, remembering his earlier threats. he had me in his grasp, and i could feel the suffocating control he had over me.

chapter 7

the next day, i walked into school, still shaken from what had happened last night. the image of sunghoon’s text and his voice echoing in my mind wouldn’t leave me. i couldn’t focus during class, my thoughts constantly drifting back to the mess i had gotten myself into. throughout the lesson, i could feel sunghoon’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into the side of my face. every time i dared to look up, i caught him staring, as if making sure i wouldn’t forget who had the power in this twisted relationship. as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, he called me over to his desk. my heart pounded as i walked toward him, wondering what he wanted this time.

suddenly, without warning, sunghoon pulled me onto his lap, making me face him. my heart raced as i was caught off guard by his sudden movement, the closeness between us making my head spin. i flushed, flustered, as i tried to wriggle out of his grip, but his arms tightened around me, holding me firmly in place. "you'll do anything, right?" he murmured, his voice dripping with that same calm authority i had grown used to hearing. my mind flashed back to what i had said last night, and i felt a rush of panic rise within me. "s-sunghoon!" i stammered, trying to push myself away slightly, "someone might see us!" but his smirk only grew wider as he pulled me closer.

sunghoon suddenly leaned in and kissed me, a deep, intense kiss that left me breathless. i felt his hands gripping my sides, holding me in place as if he didn’t want to let go. my thoughts scattered, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur into nothing but the feeling of him against me. but then, as the kiss lingered, my mind started to clear, and the overwhelming rush of emotions made me pull back, gasping for air. "i-i don’t think i can do this, sunghoon..." i said, my voice trembling with uncertainty, my heart pounding in my chest.

i immediately got up from his lap, my legs shaking as i quickly scrambled out of his embrace. my heart was racing as i rushed out of the classroom, trying to steady my breath. what was i thinking? i couldn't let myself be dragged into this any further. i didn’t want this. i couldn’t. but as i hurried down the hallway, i could feel his gaze on me, watching every move i made. i turned around briefly and saw sunghoon sitting there, his lips curled into a smug smirk, as if he knew exactly what i was feeling.

after school, i lay down on my bed, trying to shake off the events of the day, when i got a text from sunghoon. hesitant, i opened it and froze. it was a picture of me sitting on my bed, taken from somewhere in the room. my heart skipped a beat as i scrolled to his next message: "it's so nice watching you." a cold shiver ran down my spine as the realization hit me—he was watching me. right now.

sunghoon then bombarded me with a flood of photos—me in my house, in my bedroom, even in my bathroom. my stomach twisted as i scrolled through each one, horrified at how many he had. i couldn’t even remember when he had taken them. the last message that came through read, “it’s fun seeing you pleasure yourself, hearing your desperate moans. every time you do it, i pleasure myself too. i want to feel myself inside of you.” my heart pounded in my chest, and i felt completely exposed, trapped in my own home with no way to escape his watchful eyes.

sunghoon’s next message popped up on my screen: “you should visit me sometime, then we can spend some real time together.” my hands trembled as i stared at the words. i couldn’t do this anymore. this constant fear, the way he controlled everything—it was suffocating. i couldn’t breathe. with a heavy heart, i decided to block him, hoping for some peace, even though i knew it might only be temporary. i needed to get away, clear my mind. i grabbed my jacket and stepped outside, deciding to take a walk in the evening, hoping the fresh air would help shake off the weight that had been dragging me down.

as i walked, a sinking feeling grew in my stomach. i couldn’t shake the sensation that someone was following me. i kept turning around, scanning the street, but saw nothing. i hurried my pace, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, when i turned back to face forward—there he was. sunghoon. right in front of me. i stumbled back in shock, my heart racing. he stared at me, his eyes cold and stern, his voice low but sharp. "why did you block me?" i couldn’t answer. i was frozen, unable to speak. sunghoon took a step closer, his words biting. "i gave you so much love until now, but you gave me nothing." my voice trembled as i spoke, barely able to form the words. "sunghoon, this isn't how you love someone..." his eyes darkened, and he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "then how else am i supposed to express my love to you?" i didn’t say anything. i couldn’t. my thoughts were a mess, my chest tight. what could i say to that?

sunghoon grabbed me, ready to kiss me, but i pulled back, trying to escape from him. sunghoon was quicker and stronger, grabbing my arms from behind, preventing me from running. he whispered close to my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, "you made me do this. i tried protecting you, but you won't listen." before i could react, he pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth, and the chemical scent hit me almost instantly. i struggled to stay conscious, but the world quickly blurred and faded to black. sunghoon carefully lifted me into his arms and carried me to his car, driving off to his house.

chapter 8 (smut)

i woke up in a daze, my mind foggy as i tried to make sense of my surroundings. the room was unfamiliar, cold, and sterile, but what caught my eye was the disturbing sight of pictures of me, scattered across the walls, each one pinned up like some twisted shrine. panic flooded my body as i tried to move, only to realize i was tied to the bed, my limbs restrained. the door creaked open, and there he was—sunghoon. his expression was desperate, his gaze fixated on me. he crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, his voice shaky as he whispered, "why won't you just accept my love, y/n? please, let me love you." i stared at him, my heart a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. i didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to escape, yet part of me felt trapped in something i couldn’t quite understand.

sunghoon leaned in, his lips pressing against mine, but i pulled back, my breath shaky. "please, sunghoon, stop," i whispered, my heart racing. he didn’t listen, his grip on my wrists tightening as he leaned in again, his voice soft yet filled with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "don’t resist, y/n. you were made for me to love. you can’t deny it. you belong to me." his words echoed in my mind, twisting and distorting everything i had once believed, leaving me feeling more trapped than ever before.

sunghoon kissed me again, more passionately this time, his lips hungry and demanding. he grabbed my waist, pulling me even closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough. i whimpered softly in between the kisses, my body shivering as his lips moved down my neck, planting tender yet fervent kisses along the sensitive skin. each kiss sent waves of heat through me, and i felt my heart race faster. his touch was intoxicating, and i couldn't help but melt into him, caught in the intensity of the moment.

sunghoon's hands moved with slow determination, gently removing my clothes, his touch careful yet full of intent. each piece that fell away felt like a step deeper into vulnerability. his lips continued their path, each kiss a promise as he moved down my body, his warm breath against my skin sending sparks of anticipation through me. when he finally reached my core, he paused for a moment, his gaze meeting mine, dark and filled with longing. i couldn't breathe, the air thick with tension as i waited for what would come next.

sunghoon's head descended between my thighs, his tongue teasing my clit with gentle licks. my back arched involuntarily as pleasure coursed through me, but i couldn't move much since my arms were secured above my head by those restraints. he then plunged his tongue deep within me, feasting on my wetness like a starving man. the sensation was too intense to resist as moans escaped from between my lips as sunghoon devoured me whole. his groan of satisfaction vibrated through me, sending shivers down my spine and making me whimper for more.

"i'm so close!" i whispered to sunghoon, my body trembling with anticipation. he didn't pause or slow down, his tongue still dancing across my clit. the sensation was building up inside me like a storm about to break free. sunghoon seemed to sense it too, his fingers digging gently into my hips as he continued to feast on me. then it happened—a wave of pleasure crashed over me, sending shivers down my spine and making every muscle in my body contract. i screamed out loud as the orgasm ripped through me, feeling sunghoon's groan of satisfaction vibrate against my skin.

as i came down from my high, sunghoon stood up, his movements fluid and confident. he undressed slowly, revealing the full length of his hard member to me. my eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze burning with an intense passion. "i'm going to show you just how much i love you," he whispered huskily against my ear. his warm breath sent shivers down my spine as he pressed himself against me. "you're mine now, completely mine."

as sunghoon positioned himself at my entrance, i felt a flutter of uncertainty. his cock was massive, and i wondered if i could truly take it all. but before i could say anything, he whispered reassurances in my ear. "you can take it," he coaxed, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "i know you're tight, but trust me when i say you can handle every inch." with that confidence-building promise ringing in my ears, he slowly began to push forward. at first, it was just the tip of him entering me—a gentle probing that made me gasp with surprise. but as he continued to push deeper and deeper into me. the pressure built, and i moaned softly as he slid in another inch.

as sunghoon hovered over me, his cock buried deep within my depths, he claimed my mouth with a passionate kiss. his tongue danced against mine, the pressure building as he began to thrust into me once more. the sensation was intoxicating—his hard length moving in and out of me while our lips remained locked. i felt myself getting lost in the rhythm—the gentle rocking motion of his hips, the soft moans escaping from between our lips. it was like we were one being now.

as sunghoon's thrusts quickened, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a frenzied intensity. i felt myself getting caught up in the moment, my body responding to his possessive rhythm. he was claiming me now—every inch of him buried deep within me as he pounded into me like a wild animal. i could feel his dominance coursing through me like a river—the raw power and strength that drove him to take what was rightfully his. it was intoxicating, this sense of being completely owned by him. and yet, despite the overwhelming sensations building inside me, i couldn't help but crave more.

"i'm so close again-!," i said to sunghoon, my body trembling with anticipation. tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as the sensations building inside me reached a fever pitch. the pressure was too much—his cock still pounding into me like a jackhammer, his lips still claiming mine in a passionate kiss. i felt myself getting lost in the storm of pleasure and pain, unable to distinguish one from the other.

as i came again, my body convulsing around sunghoon's cock like a vice. he groaned loudly against my mouth, his hips pumping furiously as he chased his own release. and then it hit him—a massive orgasm that ripped through every fiber of his being. he came inside me, filling me with his hot seed as our bodies shook and trembled together.

sunghoon then laid next to me, our bodies still entwined from our intense lovemaking. sunghoon wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he whispered softly against my ear. "now do you understand how much i love you?" he asked, his voice husky with emotion. i felt a lump form in my throat as i nodded silently, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings for me. he held me tighter, his grip like a vice as he buried his face in my hair. in that moment, it was clear that nothing could ever come between us.

[heeseung-min]

[22:45]

"Please, I'm begging you! Stop this! PLEASE!!!"

Your desperate begging being ignored by those people. You had lost your strength and couldn't fight with them anymore. Their hold on your hands still tight and waiting for the next instructions.

"Did you learn your lesson, baby?"

"YES YES YES I DID I DID PLEASE RIKI! PLEASE LET ME GO!"

Riki smiled while walking closer to you. He stopped when he reached one step in front of you. Your face became pale and your hair getting wet after got pushed into the water few times. However, that sight didn't stop Riki from caressing your face and left some kisses. You were holding yourself from moving away. You don't want to get punish anymore.

"My sweet baby. You are mine, Y/n. Why were you tried to run away at the first place? No one can take care of you better than me."

The hold on your hands switched from those helpers to Riki. He held your body to lean on him. The warmth from his body brings you comfort. You let him take off the clothes and bring you to a warm shower.

"No one can ever take you from me, Y/n."

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"Y/n, we missed you. It's been a long time since you visited us. How are you sweetie?"

You were having a call with your mother. Since you both are in different countries so it's difficult to make a call because of the time difference.

"I missed you too mum. I'm doing good...."

Your heart beat slowly increasing. You felt the urge to tell her the truth about your life. About your relationship with your psychopath boyfriend. You were thinking the words to deliver the news when suddenly you felt a pair of hands sliding on your waist from behind.

"Talking with who baby? Is it your mom?"

"Oh my god, is that Riki? Give the phone to him. I miss that kid!" You smiled bitterly and leaned the phone closer to Riki so he could talk to your mother.

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Both of you were resting on the bed. You were laying on his chest while Riki put his head on your shoulder and helped you on cutting your toenails.

"Were you trying to tell me on them, baby?"

"Huh? What....what do you mean?"

"Naughty girl. Trying to other people about us, hmm? But do you think your mother will believe on what you said?"

"I....I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you better behave or you will wake up with their heads on the stairs greeting you in the morning."

At this point, you felt helpess. No one can save you from Riki and nothing can stop him from pushing everyone out of your life.

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It feels so good to write something again altho it's just short story😂😂😂 Im glad if you guys enjoy this. Thank you for still sending support.

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Hi there! I love your new piece on tbz new 🔥 can I request a jealous yandere non con (or dubcon) smut with enhypen sunghoon? Perhaps he can be a prince and y/n a maid. As for the premise, it could be him harboring interest in you despite already being bethroted to another princess and you never returning as much as even a glance. It all kind of exploded when he saw you hanging out and laughing with the gardener (who was your childhood friend). It riled him so much to see you not only talk but laugh with someone as lowly as a gardener and yet spare not even a glance towards a royalty like him. And so he drags yn to his chambers, hoping to seduce yn and when failed proceeded to eff the hell out of her for hours. Thank you in advance 😸

hi, thank u sm, also sorry for the wait! I LOVE this idea ur a genius are u kidding???

I love prince fics & I got super invested pls ;-; in honor of their amazing comeback <3 I did do a little twist tho based on your prompt, I hope that was okay c:

warnings; non-con / dub-con, yandere themes, self victim-blaming, mentions of hanging & bones, possessiveness & jealousy, sexual content, swearing, non-con kissing, sunghoon being super pushy; sexual harassment & mentions of it, misogynistic undertones, allusions to baby trapping, sickness, wrong use of royal terms

pairing; sunghoon x f.m reader

wc; 3.8k

prince!sunghoon - mine only

Sunghoon hated any other girl but you. Any time he laid his eyes on them, he was filled with such disgust he couldn't help but let show on his face. His delicate features, the ones fitting of a prince, twisted into the most cruel face as his mood soured the longer he was forced to look at them.

His lips curled in spite. But then a small movement would cause his gaze to shift, to you. The change in softness didn't go unnoticed by the others in the room. They shifted uncomfortably, hoping the king and queen hadn't noticed who their little prince was really in love with.

You cleared your throat and mentally prepared yourself, hands hovering near the curtains. One last glance at the sleeping man in the bed was made before you dragged them to the side.

''Good morning, sir. ''

Despite the cold winter weather outside, bright sunlight streamed in through the wide windows, casting a big glow on his face. He fluttered his eyes open slowly, blinking as you became clearer in his view.

He closed them again, and you grimaced as he smirked, you were his favorite maid. He felt happy that his parents had noticed that at least. Even if they didn't notice how obviously deep his feelings for his little maid actually went.

'' Good morning, '' he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

You went over to the dresser and pulled out his clothes for the day which you placed on a stool. Then you turned the tap on in the bath and hurried towards the door.

But like always, he was quicker than you. In an instant, he had jumped to his feet and ended up between you and the door.

'' Where are you going? ''

You swallowed down your irritation. '' Sir, you do not need me to help you bathe. ''

You sounded formal, and your words were polite, which always made him smile in amusement. But there was an edge to your voice. Quite admittedly, you were sick of him playing this game every single morning and also the other games he'd try with you ever since he seemed to have taken a special interest in you.

The other maids fawned over him, they would've done anything to be in your place now. You had taken the job out of absolute necessity, with your mom being sick and your siblings too young, you desperately needed money.

You had tried to keep your head down and not catch any attention. However, it seemed that those who tried not to get noticed always did.

'' But I do, '' he said slyly. '' You wouldn't want me to go to my mother now, would you? ''

There it was, the threat that always came after you defied his wishes. You had a hard time hiding your true feelings, somehow especially in front of him. His eyes flitted over to your clenched fists; you had to dig your nails into your palms for you to hold yourself back.

'' No, sir. Of course not. ''

He nodded, like the thing had been settled peacefully, and then walked over to the now full bath. You flinched away when he casually took off his only clothing and slipped in.

You inhaled shakily. With wobbly legs, you kneeled at the bath, trying not to make eye contact with him. You could feel his predator-like eyes on you, practically could vision the satisfied look on his face too.

Rapt knocks on the door followed by the shrill voice of his mother saved you. '' Sunghoon! You need to hurry, we have guests arriving soon! ''

You looked down into your lap where you had busied your hands by rolling up and then flattening your maid dress and smiled to yourself. You didn't really care if he saw it, if anything you wished he would so he could see that not everyone was so eager to be in the presence of the beautiful prince.

He rolled his eyes but managed to answer his mom in a normal tone. '' Almost done. ''

You got up and felt light on your feet when you laid out the bathrobe and moved the clothes near the bathtub. He'd be busy today. You weren't sure if that was the reason his mood all of a sudden soured, or if it was because of what he was doing today.

'' No need to look so happy just yet. I'll still have you all evening. ''

Your face fell, which only made him light up again. He chuckled and got out, draping the bathrobe around his broad shoulders.

For some reason, he paused before getting his clothes on. You felt your stomach turn even though you had no idea what he was thinking of.

But you found out soon enough when he pushed the robe off again and looked at the towels stuffed under the basin. You met eyes with him, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from sneering out in the open.

'' Dry me. ''

'' What? '' you gasped.

He had never asked you to do that before. Even though he was generally horrible and extremely annoying, this was taking it a step too far; judging by his face, he knew that too.

There was no way you could refuse a prince however, so you pulled yourself together and approached him, your hands crinkling the towel.

You turned him around and lightly dragged it over his back. Your eyes met in the mirror above the basin and you quickly looked away when he turned to you.

At the speed of light, you dragged it over his chest and arms and then crouched down, your head turned towards the ground with cheeks red in humiliation while you dried his legs.

You got up, hoping he hadn't seen your embarrassment, and turned away as he finally pulled his clothes on, being able to take the breath you'd been holding in at last.

'' Your Highness? '' another voice came by the door, it sounded like one of the other maids.

'' Coming, '' he rolled his eyes.

You felt like you had been saved by him being in a hurry, instead of stalling he walked right out without playing with you any longer. Outside, two other maids, one guard, and his mother stood, all looking stressed and impatient.

'' They are already here, '' his mother leaned in to whisper panicked.

You walked at the very back but still got a good look at the guests she had been referring to. A beautiful young girl who seemed to be about your age stood between an older male and female, presumably her parents.

Your eyes went over all of them, and from their good looks to their straight postures and the fine material of their clothes, anyone could tell that they were noble born just like the royal family.

One of the younger maids told you that they were another royal family and that they had traveled far to see if Mr. Park was a good match for their princess daughter.

Having heard this, you studied the young girl again. Her attention seemed to be fixed on Sunghoon while the parents exchanged some stiff, small talk.

This day in particular had been set up for them to go over all of the necessary things while the princess and the prince got to know each other, of course while being chaperoned.

Luck was only partly on your side today. You could already feel intuitively who he'd pick before he even turned to you, that sneer on his perfect lips again.

The other maids patted your back, saying it was an honor but you had to bite down the sour expression that wanted to show and politely followed after them.

A guard walked a few paces behind you, just to make sure no harm could be done to the prince. As the pair stopped by the fish pond you found yourself bored and looked curiously at the guard.

He caught your eyes and you hurriedly looked away. However, that was all he needed. He came up to your side and joined you in leaning against the big tree.

'' Sorry, I needed a rescue. ''

You looked surprised. '' You did? ''

You somehow hadn't really thought of the grueling work the guards must do every day, only feeling quite sorry for the maids as you all were in such close contact with the royal family.

'' Long days and not much happens, '' he shrugged and looked towards Sunghoon and the princess.

'' What do you think of this union? ''

'' It's...an ideal match. Maybe not what the prince desires but if he wants to be king, he'll have to learn that he can't always have his way.''

You felt like you already knew the answer deep down, yet you still asked. '' What do you mean? What does the prince desire? ''

He turned to you. '' Surely you must know. He wants you. ''

Your breath hitched and you had to place a hand on your stomach to make yourself take a few deep breaths.

'' I-uh, '' you cringed.

What was there to say to that? You could deny it even if it was obvious, but what was the point in doing that?

'' Why? '' was what you settled on at last, it was something you had wondered for a really long time.

The guard chuckled and looked down at the frost-covered ground, then he gestured towards them.

'' See that girl? ''

'' The princess? Yeah, '' you laughed in disbelief.

'' How do you think she feels about our prince? Just by looking at her.''

You focused on the princess for a moment. She was smiling and laughing loudly. Her heart-eyes rarely left him, even when silence passed between them.

'' She...likes him. Finds him attractive and charming, I guess. ''

He hummed, '' That's exactly why. ''

You knitted your eyebrows and chewed on your lip slightly as a frown formed while looking at him. He could tell that you didn't get it.

'' But you're not like that, are you? ''

Your lips parted in surprise. He liked you because you didn't like him? A laugh slipped out.

'' That doesn't really make any sense. ''

The guard crossed his arms across his chest and shook his head firmly. He was still watching the pair who had made their way onto the dock now.

'' He's attracted to her too, '' you added, observing him as well.

'' No. It's different. Men like our prince, they are used to getting what they want. All their life has been pretty much nothing but sweet, and girls have been throwing themselves at his feet, ready to do anything.''

'' Is that so bad? '' you said silently.

'' Well, I suppose one downside with being a prince is that you get bored pretty quickly. It's human nature to like working for things before we achieve them too, is it not? ''

You looked from the guard to the prince again and gasped when you realized he was staring right at you now.

'' It's not fun having everything you want, it gets boring very fast. I think our prince is like that especially, he likes the thrill of chasing. ''

You listened to what he was saying but it became more muffled while the prince was staring you down. His lips curled in disgust and you felt uneasy. This feeling doubled when he started moving towards the tree you were standing against.

'' As my guard, it is your job to keep me safe, '' he sounded very angry, his jaw was tense and his narrowed eyes were shaking.

'' Your highness- ''

'' What if I had gotten assassinated right then as I was standing on the dock! '' he screamed, making both of you flinch.

'' But, your highness- ''

'' Someone could have snuck up behind and I would've died immediately. It would have been your fault. All because instead of doing what you were told to, you were flirting with the maid. One of my maids! ''

The emphasis on '' my '' maid, made your eyes widen. This passionate outburst was very much due to jealousy, and suddenly, you found yourself terrified for what would happen to the guard now.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the group. The princess craned her neck on the dock to try and see what was going on while Sunghoon was locked in a staring match with the poor guard, it almost looked like they were fighting for dominance.

Eventually, the guard had to give in. Otherwise, he'd lose his job. He unfolded his arms and let them fall to his side, straightening his posture simultaneously.

'' I apologize, your highness. It won't happen again. ''

Sunghoon snickered, then went deadly serious again. '' I know it won't. ''

You sensed the threat in his voice and cleared your throat which immediately made his eyes throw daggers at you. He didn't want you to butt in but you felt like you had to, this was your fault as much as his.

'' Forgive me, your highness. ''

He ticked his tongue in annoyance.

'' It's not his fault, I was- '' however, you stopped here, not sure how you were going to finish the sentence.

'' You will get repercussions too, just you wait. ''

This was the last thing he said before returning to the dock next to the princess. He didn't look nearly as happy as she did. Before, he'd likely faked it out of politeness but it seemed the whole altercation had spoiled his mood and drained his energy.

The princess' smile faded when he didn't return her warm energy and chirpy mood again, and you felt bad for her. There were maybe more pressing matters at hand, like how the prince would punish you but all you could do now though was push that to the back of your mind.

'' It will do us no good to be scared, '' the guard echoed your thoughts.

You stiffly nodded, almost unnoticeable in case Sunghoon's hawk eyes happened to land on you again.

Despite the conversation dying down, the pair stood at the dock for a few more minutes before the prince turned and took the lead into the gardens.

You thought that he was going to show her the beautiful zen part of it at the back where he often spent time. Anxiously you watched as he bent down and whispered something in her ear. He then came over to you again.

'' Let's go. ''

You didn't dare ask where. He glanced at the guard too, so he followed closely behind. Despite your lack of questions however, you quickly got a sense of where you were going when he turned down the hallway that was rarely used.

He pried the rusty door open and walked first down the stone stairs, which echoed every step off the walls. You and the guard shared a look of horror. Before Sunghoon would get impatient, you hurried down after him.

But when he turned he ignored you, instead fixing his attention on the guard. A single jail cell in the royal family's dungeons stood open.

You felt your stomach turn upon seeing the mossy skull at the corner of it and the unwelcoming wet, cold cobble floor. It didn't even have a bed.

'' Get in, '' he jerked his head to the jail cell.

'' And me? '' your voice broke.

'' Oh, you won't be hanged like him, darling. Don't worry. ''

You weren't so sure that was a good thing. He had a glint in his eyes that made you consider squeezing into the jail cell with the guard; maybe even dropping to your knees and begging him to leave you down there.

Whatever it was, it wasn't good, you thought as he locked the jail cell. The guard gave you a sad smile that he looked like he had to force, but he didn't look scared, even when he knew he was dying.

'' I'm sorry, '' you pitifully whispered to him when Sunghoon's hand wrapped around your upper arm as he started dragging you up to the surface again.

'' I know, '' he softly said, his tone melancholy.

You weren't sure if you had imagined it, but you winced and inhaled sharply. The feeling of his nails digging into your skin had overcome you suddenly. Yet Sunghoon looked at you perplexed when you threw him a glare.

At the surface, you could barely register where you were going. The sharp turns made you feel extremely disoriented and almost nauseous. You wondered why he was in such a rush.

In the end, when the world stopped spinning at last, you blinked and noticed that you were in Sunghoon's bedchamber again.

'' Why have you taken me here? ''

He snickered. '' You know I don't want to marry the princess, don't you? ''

You shifted uncomfortably and swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat.

'' Yes, sir. ''

'' Well, '' he took a step toward you, and reacting automatically, so did you.

You felt the edge of the bed press into the back of your thighs. He had purposefully pushed you in that direction. The prince gave you a cruel smirk and then dragged the curtains shut. The feeling of unease only doubled, you were starting to feel sick for real now.

'' Who do you think I want to marry, miss? ''

You grimaced. '' I don't know, your highness. ''

His arrogance faded, replaced with anger at you addressing him like the other workers again. Any time you did that, it was like a slap in the face, reminding him of your difference in ranks; of how you could never be, of how, he could never get what he really wanted.

But not today, and not from today forward.

Sunghoon pushed you down so easily with just two mocking fingers to your chest, so you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

'' You. '' his voice shook, sending shivers down your spine.

He double-checked that the door was closed and then began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

'' Sir? ''

You started anxiously fiddling with your hands. Was there a chance you could escape somehow while he was distracted? You eyed the door and went from looking at it to watching him with his back turned.

No, the odds didn't look good. In the time that it would take for you to run to the door, he would've already turned around. Then you would have to undo the lock and run with a good distance between him and you so he wouldn't catch you.

You sighed deeply. In an instant, he whipped around and came toward you again. '' Sorry to keep you waiting, princess. ''

Princess? What game was he playing now?

You frowned and pushed yourself further back on the bed by your forearms. Only a few seconds later, he loomed over you again, like a magnet attached to you.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you already knew what was coming. There was a small voice in your head that told you not to fight it, it would hurt even more if you did. But there was also another voice, an irreparable sadness, because you had always feared this, and now it was happening.

You couldn't help but blame yourself. You knew how sensitive and brutal he could be, you should've done anything in your power to not upset him so it wouldn't have come to this. Sometimes you wondered if he had done this to the young female workers that came before you. No one had answered when you asked, yet, how could you not fear the worst when they left his company in tears?

You laid down and didn't move, just letting him slip your clothes off while you tried to think of something else. His hands were cold, like a corpse, it felt fitting somehow.

When his fingers grazed your underwear you sucked in air through your teeth.

'' Do you have to do this? I don't want to. ''

He already had an answer prepared, a perfect and tempting answer, most likely prepared beforehand, or perhaps reused from another time.

'' Don't you want to live a better life? A life in luxury? In happiness?'' he sat up and straddled you for a moment, out of breath due to excitement. '' Think of your family, what my riches could do to them. ''

' Do to them. ' That was the problem, he always did things to people, never for them. You smiled bitterly.

Tears prickled your eyes and this time the lump in your throat felt too big to swallow. You tried not to, but as soon as he mentioned your family you pictured them in your mind. Your sick mother, gasping for breath, your younger siblings in whose eyes you could sometimes detect hatred.

Hatred because mother wasn't getting better. They knew that you were responsible for her, and no matter what you did, your pay wasn't enough to make her better, so they blamed you for it.

You sniffled and turned your head away from him. He turned you back to him immediately.

'' Don't you want that, my love? ''

'' How would you do that? ''

He snickered. Had you fallen for his trap so easily?

'' There are a lot of options. I can kill my parents and become king, and then no one can tell me who I can or cannot marry. ''

Your mouth fell open. He had said it so casually, so callously.

'' Or I can threaten them, beg them to change their mind or, make you my concubine. ''

His lips lifted into a small smile. The little lighting that managed to slip in through the drawn curtains, lit up his crazed eyes that stuck out in the dark, it terrified you. Were you really sure what you were getting yourself into?

The prince moved your panties down all the way, making you let out a gasp and try to hide yourself. He wouldn't let you do that; pinching you painfully as a warning. Next, he hurried to take his own underwear off and then pinned one of your wrists down with his hand, while using his other to stroke your hair out of your face lovingly.

He dipped down and kissed you passionately and hard, knocking the air and protests out of your lungs. With your eyes being closed, he took the opportunity and parted your legs, entering you so harshly and unpreparedly that you wailed loudly.

He started moving his hips rhythmically and the pain shot up throughout your whole body. Stubbornly he pressed his lips against yours, constantly wanting to be attached to you, only stopping occasionally so you could breathe.

Your shaky whimpers were like music to his ears, and the salty tears that ran down your cheeks and were licked by him were like his own personal drug.

'' Whatever I choose, '' he panted, speaking for the first time.

His voice sent shivers down your spine again, but this time, it was fear that started to mix with pleasure. Your moan was muffled by his hungry lips.

He growled back in your ear, '' You are mine, mine only, ''

[enhalusional]

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 (𝙽.𝚁𝙺)

New school always brings new beginnings. But this wasn't your beginning. It was the end.

Word count: 1.4k

Based on multiple requests.

Niki knew you were here before he even saw you. It was evident in the way his heart hammered on his chest. Whom would it beat for like this if not for you?

His existence of 19 years wasn't worth anything. He wallowed in keeping away from people. He just hated being around people. His mind was always blank, like an old television static. He felt nothing. No anger, sadness, happiness, nothing.

The you happened. The first ray of light in the pitch blackness that was his life. You had stood there in front of the class, looking around nervously as you introduced yourself.

"Hello. My name is y/n..."

His brain short-circuited. In years, he felt something. He had been so used to feeling empty that he didn't even know what this was. He had stared at your small frame. He found the baby fat on your cheeks cute. Your auburn hair reached your waist in lustrous waves. He had the urge to count small freckles across your cheekbones. And when you looked at him with your green eyes? He knew he wanted you.

Rest under the cut

That was 2 months ago. Now when you entered the class, wearing a cute little floral dress that reached just above your knee, hair tied up in two small half ponytails, he found you more beautiful than he did the previous day, the day before that and so on. You grabbed attention of every other boy in the class. He knows so many of them have a crush on you. But no one dared to approach you.

You might wonder why anytime you striked a conversation with any of them, they'd excuse themselves and run away. You would feel sad. And he would be there for you, to get your mind off of others. And moreover, he knew you only had eyes for him. Why else would you ignore all those people staring at you and plop down beside him?

"Morning, ki~" you sang.

"Morning, baby." He greeted back with a wide smile. "You look pretty."

He just called you baby nowadays. You took it as a term of his childish endearment. Though for him it wasn't one. You were best friends. Fate was working in his favor when you had sat next to him on the first day. You were the first person he had spoken to willingly. And you immediately become friends with him.

"Oh thank you..." you flip your hair.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked you.

"Eh...had to stay up late. Regression sucks." You said.

"I told you to sleep well. Study can be done anytime." He frowned.

When will you start taking care of yourself?

"Really I think I should change my study time. I hate writing exams in my dreams." You huffed.

His dreams were all you. He saw himself sleeping next to you, breathing in your perfume. Your smile right next to his. Sometimes it was cute like this. But sometimes it went much further. You under him, whining for his attention. He would tease you in the start. Until you become impatient. But you'd just look so ethereal to him that he wouldn't be able to stop himself any longer.

Someone called you and you wave at a classmate. You excuse yourself and walk over to the other side of the classroom to talk to another friend of yours. A girl obviously. He only ever allowed girls to speak to you. And that's why it was a surprise when another boy walked over to you and you spoke to him as well.

Niki narrowed his eyes. How could you look so happy speaking to a boy who wasn't him? And that boy...liked you.

For a long time, Niki had wondered and amused about his lack of emotions. So much so that he started to keep a journal about various expressions people make and what they felt at the moment just to get a better understanding of emotions. The result wasn't what he desired, but at least he could read people's eyes like an open book.

And right now, both yours and the boy's eyes were shining. The kind that he had come to associate with liking someone. Niki gripped the pen in his hands. How dare he look at you like that? How dare he make you smile like that? Poor you. That boy was trapping you in his web and you had no idea. When that boy patted your head, Niki lost it.

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All he saw was red.

Red everywhere.

On the walls.

On the floor.

On his hands.

And the boy in front of him, lying in a pool of red.

Niki sat down on the chair in front of the boy. The boy was almost dead. Blood seeped from his clothes from the places where Niki had plunged a knife. Honestly, Niki had lost count of the stabs after a point. The only place left unscathed was the boy's face. Why? Just so Niki could be reminded of the face that had intrigued you so much. And because he had kept it for the last. He got up from the chair and bent down. The boy barely had his eyes open. He pulled out a blade from his pocket and pressed it onto his cheek. The boy's mouth opened in a silent scream.

"You still have a lot of energy even after I cut your tongue off." Niki clicked his tongue.

He slashed a slanting lone across his face. And repeated the same with the other side.

"Now...the best part." He muttered.

The smile he had given you earlier. Niki pressed the blade at the corner of his mouth and tore the side downwards. He did the same on the other side as well. Blood poured out of the boy's face before finally, the light in his eyes went out.

"There. Now smile."

And Niki felt a smile creeping up his own lips.

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A year passed. By now, you were starting to form a crush on your best friend. You thought it was embarrassingly cliché. But you couldn't help it.

It was around the middle of the year when you were going home alone from a supermarket. And two people had followed you. You hadn't even gotten to the point of screaming before they had clamped your mouth shut and dragged you off into a dark alleyway.

But your best friend was there before anything could happen. That was the first time your heart had thumped so wildly in your chest. Watching Niki bring down a glass bottle on your perpetrators' head was too brutal for you. You couldn't recognize your friend at all. And you were scared at first when he approached you.

You had gulped and backed away from him. Until he had forced you into a hug. Without meaning to, you found yourself relaxing against him. And when he wiped your tears while comforting you, for the first time, your heart was thumping for an entirely different reason.

From then on, there was something between you two. You couldn't explain it in words. But it was palpable in the way your hugs had become frequent and longer. His hand holding your head against him and the way you fiddled with the sleeve of his clothes while talking about anything. But the tension just stayed there. Never actually leading to anything.

But what you didn't know was that Niki just didn't want to scare you off. He was just waiting for you to make the first move. His way of showing his love was mainly in the multiple murders he had committed in the past year. His way, was to make sure the screams echoed in the basement as he relished in the thrill of killing for you.

Every boy who had the audacity of making heart eyes towards you, every person who put you in danger or made you cry was gone. Over the time, he had become better at hiding it. He had found a perfect spot where he could bury the bodies without anyone suspecting him.

The missing people in the town were never found and the cases were simply closed. Because who would even check the garden of an elderly couple in their 80s who lived in a secluded house? After all, you were his. And he could and would go to any lengths to make sure you stayed his.