#yandere!jeno

[pacofprunes]

NO TIP?

pairing — racer!jeno x reader w - noncon, misogyny, g - dark, smut | masterlist

summary — you had been working on a new paint job for a pretty well known racers car. when he comes in to pick it up and you tell him it won’t be done until tomorrow, he switches gears and starts being a total asshole. you tell him to just get out, but he makes sure to give you a tip before he goes.

a/n — hencheri got this stuck in my head after this and this specific post, so i had to make something about this

you’d been working on a paint job for a pretty well known racers car for a couple days now. you think the guys name was jeno? you worked at a car shop but you didn’t keep up with that type of stuff. you hadn’t actually met him, but you were the one who’s been doing all the paint work for him. a new shiny coat on his expensive car for his show. you’d kill to have a car like this, it was nice as fuck.

you heard the door open and you realized it was probably him. you forgot that you hadn’t called to let him know that it’d be another day as the car needed some more time to dry. you fully prepare yourself for him to be a little angry, but you could’ve never prepared yourself for what he’d do instead of throwing a few snarky remarks at you. he walks up to your counter and eyes you up and down with an almost confused look on his face before he looks back at his car and turns back around to face you.

“i’m here to pick that up. should be under the name jeno.”

you cough before biting the inside of your cheek preparing for an outburst of some sort.

“sorry sir, it should be fully dried by tomorrow. it’s still a bit tacky.”

you swear he gave you a dirty look, but whatever, it was better than him screaming at you. you couldn’t speed up how fast a car could dry. if you could, you would, it’d make your job a lot easier.

“are you the one working on my car?”

“uhm, yes?”

he scoffs before looking back over at his car once again. he mumbled a “no fucking way…” under his breath and you just rolled your eyes before turning around to reach something hanging on the wall behind the counter.

“so then you wouldn’t know if it’s done or not.”

you still for a second and laugh slightly under your breath before you turn back to face him. what the hell was he talking about?

“sir, i worked on it, therefore i know that it’s done…even if i hadn’t painted your car, which i did, it’s pretty obvious to anybody that your car isn’t done. you can go touch it if you want, it’s still sticky to the touch.”

you hadn’t meant for it to come out with such attitude, but he was literally doing the same thing to you. you knew he was a racer or some shit but that doesn’t mean you should just bow down to him.

“i hope you’re not expecting a tip.”

seriously? he probably makes thousands a month and he can’t spare you a fucking tip? look at that nice ass paint job you just did. a gorgeous bright red, and it’d look even better when it was completely dry and shiny. you just ignore his comment and move over to him at the register.

“cash or card?”

he just slams the cash on the table without making a sound and you go to count it before he opens his mouth for yet another snarky remark.

“you really think i didn’t give you enough? you think i don’t got enough money, huh?”

you have to hold back from giving him a dirty look which was insanely hard by the way, and you’re sure you gave him some sort of look anyways because he made sure to give you a nasty look right after you had felt your eyebrows scrunch together at him.

“i have to count, sir. it’s got nothing to do with my personal beliefs. despite you not tipping..”

he slams his hand on the counter and you knew he had heard you.

“so, what? you’re just some greedy bitch who’s tryna empty out my pockets?”

you would have just told him to take the car and go but it’d literally be done by tomorrow and he already gave you the cash and you knew with his status that it’d be made into some huge deal. you put the money into the register and step back before placing your hands against your hips.

“excuse me? you can leave. you can pick up your car tomorrow since you already paid. unless you’ve got anymore questions, you can see yourself out.”

he looks down at the counter for a second before you see his fingers start to grip against the glass.

“i’ve got a few questions actually, ma’am.”

he takes a step towards the entrance of the counter.

“how long you been working here?”

he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he take another step towards the opening to enter behind the counter.

“you’re a woman, what makes you think you have any business working here?”

he’s standing right at the opening to the counter now and you open your mouth but a small sound only gets the chance to slip out before he cuts you off again.

“you want a tip so bad, right?”

he’s takes his last step and is now fully behind the counter, standing right in front of you and staring you down intensely. you take a small step back and he quickly grabs your shoulder, his finger nails digging deeply into it.

“so why don’t i fucking give you one.”

he immediately turns you over by your shoulder and presses you against his back, wrapping a hand around your waist so you couldn’t get away from him. the place was empty, you were meant to close up tonight. you didn’t know what the hell he wanted. he literally just paid you the exact cash you needed, no way it was a robbery. you curse at him to let you go but he pulls you from behind the counter and over towards his car. he feels you up on the way there, forcing a hand into your pants and attempting to finger you, and that’s when you realized what he wanted and what was going to happen.

finally, you let out at least five screams before he slams a hand over your mouth. you were standing in front of the hood of his car now and you could feel his boner poking you right in the ass.

he continued to shove his fingers into you mercilessly and pulling out every few seconds to add a weak attempt at providing your clit attention. you stomp on his foot and he lets out a pained sound and a “you fucking bitch” before he pulls his hand out of your pants and shoves you onto the still tacky sticky hood of his car. you put your hands onto the side of the hood to push yourself up but he quickly presses his hand against your back to hold you down. you try to swing your arms back at him, hoping to hit something, but it does nothing, obviously. his other hand is still tight on your face and it’s threatening to slide up and cover your nose.

“what’s up with you uptight bitches, huh? thought you wanted a tip? i’d say fucking with a racer is a pretty big tip, right?”

he pushes your pants down along with your panties before you hear a belt from behind you and your pathetic squirms below him get more intense and reckless.

“you wanna be a bitch, right? i’ll treat you like a bitch then.”

and right then, he pushes his dick right in you. no easing, no stopping, he just goes right into you and immediately starts thrusting. you start to whine underneath him and you move your feet up from the floor hoping to hit him, but he just steals your idea and kicks you right in the back of your calf, hard. you immediately scream into his palm and feel like you’re sinking deeper into his car. you just lie there for a little, breathing heavy and you move your eyes up slowly and through his windshield you’re able get a slight look at the situation. you felt disgusting. you could see the sweat sticking to his face, his bangs bouncing with every relentless movement. and from how much you were sticking to the car, your body barely even moved from all the thrusts he was making. all you heard was the slight creakiness and bouncing of the car and his grunts and shitty moans. you hated him.

“you feel how big this tip is slut? wanna complain like a stripper not gettin’ enough money.”

he leans down into your ear and his thrusts suddenly quicken like a machine.

“maybe this’ll teach you not to take men’s jobs. what’s a woman like you even doing in an area like this?”

you whine against the palm of his hand and you just shake your head no. not at anything he said in particular, but just the whole situation. you try to mumble a few ‘stops’ underneath his palm, and you know that he hears them. you know he understands you don’t want this, but why the fuck would he care? was this really all because you were working at a job predominantly done by men…? seriously? when you feel yourself squeeze around him and hear him laugh, you feel absolutely disgusted with yourself and your body. your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, finally making noises everytime that his balls slapped against it. you get frustrated and you start sobbing angrily into his palm, stomping like a child against the floor. you would kick him again, but you knew the next time he kicked you right back, it’d be ten times worse than the first time. and so what if you managed to kick him off of you anyway? you wouldn’t get that far. he was ten times bigger than you and with your pants halfway down your legs, you’d trip over your own feet before you could even get one step in. the only thing you could do was wait until he was finished.

when you feel his fingernails squeeze into your back and feel something leak down your legs, you know exactly what it is and just pray that that’s enough and that this is all over. and when you hear the fabric of his pants brush against his legs and his belt clasp, your hopes have been fulfilled. or at least that’s what you thought. he didn’t release the palm that was on your mouth, only having moved his hand off of your back, now giving you more room to squirm. but he doesn’t let you get up. he moves the palm from your mouth to your head, pressing your cheek into the car and you can only yell so much in a position like that.

“get off of me! take your car and just go!”

you hear him scoff from behind you and you feel him circle his fingers on your clit before sliding them alllll the way down your slit until finally pushing them into your embarrassingly wet hole.

“you’d think after all that you’d get rid of that bitchy fukin’ attitude.”

he continues to finger you but once you feel him push a third finger in, you have to stop a moan from slipping. you try to move your hands up the car to create as much distance as you could between you and him. it became painful to do so as the paint had started to dry to your hands, but you continued anyways. but it wasn’t doing anything though, his fingers only follow you.

“we’re gonna stay here until you stop your bitching.”

and that’s when he slips a fourth finger in and you can feel yourself clench, and this time your body doesn’t let go, holding onto his fingers for dear life and he lets out a sick laugh. the moment you can tell that you’re about to cum all over his fingers, you try to push yourself up the car even more, becoming desperate, but it only encourages him to play with your clit as well now and he pushes your face harder against the car.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorry! okay? you can have the car for free—please!”

he scoffs and ignores your whining and continues to thrust his fingers into you. you became desperate, okay? what more could you do besides beg him to stop? he didn’t like your attitude? okay then, maybe your begging for mercy would detour him! but that’s not what he wanted. he wanted to strip you of any confidence and pride that you once had. he wanted to absolutely humiliate you. and when he saw you finish all over his fingers, he knew that had had. he immediately pulls his fingers out and he slaps your ass while laughing before moving back and you can hear him fumbling with something. you quickly push yourself up off of his car and it feels as if the skin is about to be ripped off of your face, but luckily, none comes off. when you finally free your face from the car hood, you’re met with a sight that would forever be engraved in your mind. your face print was totally embedded into his car. your hand prints littered it as well, and although your work top prevented a perfect outline, your chest was imprinted on there as well.

you quickly pull up your pants and go to move back but he quickly walks up beside you and throws an arm into your shoulder before looking down at you.

“it looks good doesn’t it?”

you just stare at it in disgust and he throws his shoulder off of you before taking a step back, grabbing his wallet and reaching in it before throwing a couple sorry ass twenty dollar bills at you like you were some stripper and a white strip of paper that lands on the car. you pick it up and realize it was a ticket to one of his shitty racing shows.

“you’re lucky i’m giving you one for free, front row too. better see you there, i want you to see my awesome new car design in action.”

he points to the prints on his car and you snap your head up to him, face wet with tears and painted with concern. you didn’t want to keep that shit on his car. so what if people didn’t know that the face print was yours? that’s humiliating as fuck! he squats down to your level as if you were a child and throws a hand onto your arm, squeezing it threateningly.

“if those prints aren’t still there by the time i pick it up tomorrow, i can assure you that you’ll see me again.”

he straightens his knees again, menacingly looking down at you before slowly removing his hand from your arm, dragging out every second before his hand finally drops and he simply just walks away. you just stand there stunned, money surrounding you and his car staring you dead in your face.

you turn to your side to get one last look at it. what were you supposed to tell your boss about what the hell that was? you can see yourself once again in the reflection of the windshield, your face has red paint all on its side and your hair is sticking up in a million different places, bits of paint stuck in it as well. a million showers would never be able to wash away what happened tonight, and a crummy hundred dollar tip didn’t make up for it either.

you stare the money dead in the face and let your tears drip onto the numbers printed on the paper. you’d be thankful if you never got a tip from somebody ever again.

[neowonderland]

Suffocating || n.jm

First part of: The Friends of Lee Jeno Summary: Jaemin is the prized student in the university, everyone adores him. But, behind closed doors he's a bit different. Pairings: Univeristy! Jaemin x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon to dubcon, dark content, bullying, coercion(?), university au Wc: 1.5k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Everyone knows about Na Jaemin. 

Jaemin’s sweet. He’s all smiles and sugar coated words as he charms his way into the hearts of everyone on campus. It’s no wonder that his pretty face, paired with his honeyed tongue has turned him into a campus celebrity. It’s common to see people join the organizations, clubs and classes Jaemin is in just because he’s in them. When he shows up to club events, especially volunteering, it’s common to see spectators unaffiliated with the club come just to watch Jaemin.

Jaemin isn’t just a pretty face and it shows with his 4.0 GPA and his awards at dance competitions. He excels at everything he does and isn’t afraid to put in the effort to achieve what he wants. When asked about how he excels so much, he thanks all his adoring fans. Stating that he owes everything to them, he’s thankful for the support and opportunities he’s been given.

And it’s somewhat true that he’s sweet, at least Jaemin is like that with other people. It’s just that behind closed doors when he’s with Lee Jeno, he’s different. He’s less syrupy sweet, more blunt, more serious, sometimes even more quiet, but he’s always sure to revert back to his persona whenever he needs something from others in the group. Jaemin’s doe eyes, wide smile and words always guarantees him what he wants.

You’re wary of him, scared of Jaemin and how easily he’s able to get the things he wants, so you try to avoid him, hiding in your room, whenever he comes over to you and your roommate Jeno’s shared apartment. But Jaemin never seems to take the hint that you want some space from him and it shows in the way he treats you.

Jaemin isn’t shy about showing his affection for you in front of his and Jeno’s friends. It’s not uncommon for you to be seated between Jaemin’s thighs on the couch when ‘the Dreamies’ are over. Jaemin’s arms wrapped tight around your body, groping at flesh as he bends down to nuzzle his head in your neck, pecking your neck and the top of your head. It’s uncomfortable when he does this, you can feel stares, especially Haechan, burning holes into you as Jaemin dotes on you. You always avoid eye contact with 'the Dreamies' and try to fight the red creeping onto your cheeks, sometimes squirming in Jaemin’s hold, whispering quietly for him to let you go, only for him to whine and tighten his hold on you.

Ignoring him is futile though, always hearing Jaemin whine through your door when he doesn’t see you in the apartment when he visits Jeno, demanding to see you, even threatening to drag you out himself if you don’t come out yourself. Jeno can only sigh as he relents, knocking against your door or sending you a text to come out for Jaemin. 

Jaemin is no stranger to forcing you into his arms when he doesn't want to, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist as he pulls you out of your room and into his lap. You fight the discomfort as you feel his warm hands roaming under your shirt, squeezing and prodding at your flesh and skin, squishing your cheeks, cooing at your full cheeks and calling you so "sweet and cute". Gushing over how “nice you feel”, how “soft” you are. 

You’ve never been the best at setting boundaries, too used to being walked on and treated as a doormat, and Jaemin is no exception.

Jaemin is suffocating, crushing you in his affection and hold, uncaring for your protests and boundaries. You dread whenever he comes over, but there's nothing you can do. You've tried your best to prevent Jaemin from coming, begging Jeno to talk to Jaemin. Jeno only responds with a shake of a head, stating that that’s just how Jaemin is, how stubborn he is and that you’re better off just complying with him.

You're feeling especially sensitive today after you hadn’t scored as high on a midterm as you wanted to, words floating in the back of your mind about how useless and stupid you are.

You’re seated between Jaemin’s thighs again on the couch as ‘the Dreamies’ converse around you. It’s become a normal occurrence now, but it never stops the stares from ‘the Dreamies’, at least not from Haechan. Haechan, the one with the body count triple his age. Haechan, the only one who actively shames you and makes rude, out of pocket comments regarding you. Haechan, the only one who acted like you were inconveniencing him by just existing.

That’s why it hurts especially when Haechan makes a regularly scheduled comment about your appearance, calling you “Jaemin’s useless lap toy” among other things. You can’t take it anymore as you begin silently, breaking free from Jaemin’s unnaturally gentle grip as you excuse yourself in a shaky tone. You miss the stares at you and Jaemin as you rush to your room, Jaemin rushing to get up from his spot on the couch and follow you into your room.

You’re overwhelmed, tears blurring your vision, as you blubber in the safety of your room to Jaemin about just how mean Haechan is. How awful he is when he sees you. How you wish you weren’t ever roommates with Jeno because that meant you had to deal with Haechan and his comments everytime he comes over. Jaemin can only pretend that he’s listening to you while nodding, mind telling him to just take what he wants.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” Jaemin shushes you, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “Let me help you. Let me make you feel better.”

You miss the way his eyes gleam, the way he licks his lips and his expression of pure hunger as he stares at you, eyes focused on the tears rolling down your face and your puffy, red eyes. 

You shakily nod your head, confused at what Jaemin means and thinking that he only means to comfort you with his words. But that idea of comfort fades when Jaemin drags you back into his lap and kisses you, one hand coming to the back of your head to hold you there while the one on your face forcing you to pout your lips to receive him. You immediately recoil, fighting against his hold until Jaemin’s hand on the back of your head slides down to the back of your neck, giving it a firm warning squeeze, before going back up. It doesn’t take much to understand his warning as you stop resisting, more of your tears slipping down Jaemin’s fingers. 

You feel gross as Jaemin works you open on his experienced fingers in his lap, your cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and guilt as you bite your lips to muffle the noises Jaemin is able to pull out of you from his fingers alone. Jaemin’s arm is wrapped tightly against your waist, pulling you flush against his chest while his mouth latches onto your neck, alternating between harsh sucks onto your skin and gentle kisses to soothe the red splotches starting to form. 

You’re not sure when it starts to feel good, the burning stretching turning into pleasure as Jaemin skillfully hits that pleasurable spot within you again and again, your brain slowly turning hazy as Jaemin gives you orgasm over orgasm. It doesn’t seem to care when you begin to fall slack in his arms, watery eyes now glazed over as you forget about Haechan and focus on the pleasure Jaemin gives to you instead. 

“You’re so soft, so cute and so inexperienced. You’re too sweet, way too nice.” Jaemin mumbles into your neck. “You’re all mine, right? You can only be mine.”

You can only nod dumbly at Jaemin’s question, words not fully processing in your mind. What Jaemin says now becomes background ambiance to your soft moans and pants as you become pliant in Jaemin’s arms. 

It’s not until you hit your 4th orgasm that Jaemin lays you down on your bed on your back, head propped up on your own pillows. Jaemin quickly tugs down his pants and frees his length as he sits himself on his knees between your legs. You look towards the ceiling as you hear Jaemin moan as he tugs at himself, not taking long for him to coat your stomach with his cum. You don’t fully feel him run his fingers over your stomach, collecting his cum.

“Say ah,” Jaemin says playfully, tapping your lips with his cum covered fingers. “Open-wide.”

You blink at him, confused before opening your mouth and attempting to wrap your lips around his fingers, your tongue lapping sloppily at his fingers as drool begins to leak from the corner of your mouth. You can hear Jaemin sharply inhale as you begin to drool on his fingers, hearing him mumble a “next time” before wiping his fingers on your cheek. 

Jaemin smooths back his hair and crawls next to your side, using your blanket to cover the two of you. He lets out a satisfied hum as he wraps his body around you, clinging to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. It’s comfortable, almost intimate like this, and Jaemin thanks Haechan in his mind for finally giving you the push to be his.

Next part: Mean || l.hc

[dollfacedsl1ut]

7 + 16 + 48 = jeno

prompt + “Lemme see that pretty face” + “We were made for each other why can’t you see that” + “I’m sorry sweetie it was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time”

content : hair pulling, yandere things so yeah, face slapping (like twice), mentions of needles, drugging

a/n: I wrote this half asleep😭😭😭

Jeno finally let you out of his cold basement the room he made for you was finished he didn’t think he’d have to kidnap you so early in his one sided pining but you and your boyfriend were gonna go on a 2 week vacation he couldn’t bear thinking about what you guys would do maybe you’d end up knocked up he hated thinking about it knowing it wasn’t gonna be him but that’s all changed now

His tight grip on your arm he led you to a white door with a pink number panel you tried to peer over his shoulder glancing at the pin but he just pushed your head away harshly “even if you knew the password it wouldn’t do much for you” as gust of wind went pass you as jeno gripped you hair tossing you the bed his hands tying your hands to the bedpost the sudden manhandling caused fear to overwhelm you thinking of only one thought in mind it was he wanted you

You were already vulnerable but you didn’t want that to happen “jeno no don’t-“ he glanced at you with a confused face “what are talking about” at this point you realized maybe he tied you up for precaution hoping you didn’t escape “never mind” you turned your head away from him sitting by the post next to you he sighed deeply “I don’t know why you act like this I love you can’t you see” feeling anger rush through your body love him?? Oh please “you don’t love me I’m sure this is one of you fantasies and if you think I’ll love you you’re mistaken I have a boyfriend and he isn’t a creepy pervert like you” whilst you continued your rant you could sense jeno was getting angry his fists clenched as his eyes got darker you didn’t give a fuck about his emotions until a harsh slap was planted across your soft cheeks

“No way” your eyes widen as the aftermath of the slap tingled “im so sorry sweetie that was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time to never talk bad about me like I don’t have you at my mercy” tears rolled down your cheeks as he smiled your turned yourself away from him “y/n don’t be like that it’s your fault” he hummed trying your best to tune out his voice “y/n I will hit you again if I have too” you didn’t care you just wanted him gone his rough hands forced your face to look at him he left a harsh slap across your face messing your hair up more

Your eyes filled up hatred as he smiled at you “let me see that pretty face” pushing some hair away from you face he cupped your cheeks “we were made for each other why can’t you see that” you felt disgusted how could he hit you like this and try to be caring after, you looked at him with hatred he sensed it gripping his hold on your face it felt like he could break your jaw “y/n I can cause you worse pain than just slapping you around” his eye smile returned as he stood up sliding a brown box from under your bed pulling some gloves out he slid them on his thick fingers before pulling out a syringe, a long needle and a mini bottle filled with liquid that you would only see at the doctor

He attached the needle and syringe before sticking it in the bottle filling the syringe with the liquid he placed the box carefully on the floor as he slid it back under the bed “y/n you brung this upon yourself” he stocked the needle in your arm the soft pinch of usual spots caused you to jolt a bit he pulled the needle out of your arm as you began to feel tingly he placed the needle on the nightstand along with his gloves he patted your head leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips “I’ll see you when you wake up y/n” another kiss was planted on your lips as he stood up from the bed and walked out the room at this point the sedative took over your body as you blacked out

[maliciousblog]

NCT Dream as your saesangs +

SungTaro / NCT U

Jeno (Bodyguard) 🎀

He would be your manager or your bodyguard that way he could always be by your side and keep an eye on you.

Each time you tried to interact with someone he would stop you.

Each time you tried to go out alone he would accompany you. He never left you alone.

It started to get on your nerve, one day you snapped when he insisted on accompanying you to the clothing store, you told him that you could take care of yourself and didn't have to be babysitted you could tell that he was taken aback by what you said.

To which he replied that he was only trying to keep you safe and was just doing his best to make sure nothing bad happened to you.

You started to feel guilty as he started to guilt trip you, which was exactly what he wanted.

You gave into whatever he wanted as he started to manipulate you and each time you questioned him he would guilt trip you into being the bad guy.

Jaemin ( the problematic fansite)💝

He was a well known fansite. He would always take the best pictures, he would always be the first one to reach events, the first to take pictures. At first it was just pictures of you at concerts or fansigns.

Soon it became pictures of you at private schedule's or of you in front of your dorm or of you on the way to the company. Then it became pictures of you when you hung out with your family or friends. Then it became pictures of you going about your life whether it be of you on a grocery run or of you walking your dog.

What alarmed you the most was a picture of you in your room you never took a picture like this, you soon started to get paranoid.

He loved the look of terror on your face as you saw the pictures he took.

He would edit the pictures he took of you with himself to make it seem like both of you were a couple, he would even make the occasional deepfake.

Renjun (fatal)💓

No one would possibly suspect him. He would show up everywhere you went.

He would run a fan account dedicated to you. He would constantly defend you, no matter what.

Once he happened to catch an a well known anti that always spread false rumors about you a couple of days later no one heard of the anti ever again. No matter who the problem was it just magically dissapeared. A staff member that was a little rude to you the next day they didn't come. A choreographer that got a little too touchy magically dissapeared. When one of your group members got more lines than you they "accidentally" fell down the stairs.

It had become a hobby for him now, in the end he didn't know if he was doing it for you or for his own sick pleasure.

Chenle(fan boy)💖

Would also be a singer and would probably be your friend.

He would try his hardest to get collab stages with you.

He was a true fanboy he would promote you more than he would promote himself.

He would secretly enjoy the fans shipping both of you. In fact he would go out of his way to make it happen by trying to maintain eye contact with you during shows, or buying the same things you did to make it seem as if you were a couple, even go as far as to start rumors himself and leak pictures of you.

He would eventually ask you out, but when you rejected him that was the last anyone ever saw of you.

Jisung (puppy)💕

Would be a love sick puppy. Heart eyes , he would mostly be harmless a total shy fan boy.

Would be obsessed with you would do everything in his power to make sure you succeed.

It would start out as an innocent little crush would slowly turn into a dangerous obsession.

His walls would be filled with posters of you. To you he only seemed like a harmless fanboy but the more you saw him around the more uneasy you felt. No one would  believe you, cause everyone only saw him as a cute harmless fanboy.

Sungchan (delusional)🎀

Would have you as his lock wallpaper. Would never miss a live.

Would be extremely delusional.

In his mind you and him were already dating and nothing or no one could change his mind.

He would get angry any time someone mentioned the fact that you were an idol and he was just a fan and there is no way that you two could be together and at the end of the day that's all he would ever be he would just be one  among the millions of fans you had.

Unfortunately he would refuse to accept this fact and would live in the delusion that you were his. When news broke out that you were dating a fellow idol, all hell broke loose. That would be his breaking point. He would make you his whether you liked it or not.

Shotaro (dancer)💖

He would be a popular dancer who would cover popular songs that's how he came across you.

He would watch one of your dance practice videos and would be enamored by your grace and skill.

From being an occasional listener to a fan his obsession would steadily grow.

He would dance cover every single one of your songs and would even make choreo to the ones that didn't have it. On many occasions you would notice him and would be impressed with his skill.

He would find a way for your company to hire him as your new choreographer as your last one got into a nasty accident.

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [lee jeno]

(yandere ish) creep/stalker! popular fuckboy/badboy!jeno x christian!reader, hints of shy boy! (kinda dumb) naive! christian!mark x reader. Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Warnings: mature themes, toxic behaviour, manipulation, stalking, forcing??, inappropriate behaviour, choking, menstions of perv behaviour, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 Word Count: 2.3k Summary: Jeno is on a mission: to assist his friend Mark in getting with you. But is he genuinely helping Mark or leading him down a questionable path? © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Would you really do that for me?” Mark's eyes sparkle with hope. The excitement bubbling within him was palpable, but Jeno knew he had to temper it. For the longest time, Mark has had a crush on you, yet never mustered the courage to approach you. It was heart-wrenching to see, truly pathetic. 

“Don’t worry, you can trust me.” Jeno assures with unwavering confidence. “She will be head over heels for you if you just do as I say.” 

Mark is overly trusting to believe that Jeno, of all people, will help him get with you. You, L/N Y/N, the one Jeno has been hopelessly in love with over the years, the one who captured the heart of THE fuckboy Lee Jeno. Jeno's deep feelings for you are something he'll never confess. He's vowed to himself to admire you from a distance, never allowing himself to get close. Jeno understood his nature, believing that a pure, innocent soul like you shouldn't be entangled with a bad boy like him. However, that doesn't mean he'll let anyone else get near you, especially not Mark. 

“I trust you, Jeno. You’re the rizz king after all.” Indeed, Jeno had been with more girls than most guys his age. With his captivating looks, undeniable charisma, and seasoned charm, he can enchant just about anyone he desires. Flirting was second nature to him. For Jeno, it was not just about the sex; it was a way to establish himself as the school's most sought-after boy. A simple power move. 

“I’m just… a bit uncomfortable with some of your suggestions.” Mark says, sounding skeptical as he scratches his head. “It just seems a bit… odd… maybe creepy even.”  

“I promise you, girls love that shit.” Jeno takes a step closer to the clueless boy. “Haven’t you read Twilight and all those cliché romance novels that girls love? Girls are fucked up enough to eat that shit up.”

"You're right." Mark concedes, deciding to place his trust in Jeno. After all, Jeno has no reason to lead him astray, does he?  

"Let's do it then," Jeno says, extending his hand towards Mark for a handshake, to which Mark readily reciprocates with a firm handshake.

The deal has been sealed. Jeno has Mark right where he wants him. Mark was just dumb and naive enough to believe the bullshit Jeno has been telling him. 

—

A handwritten note was attached to the string of the bouquet with tape. 

Dear Y/N, Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind.  Your lover, lee. 

It began innocently enough – with sweet intentions and harmless beginnings.

Then there were the photographs — snapshots capturing moments in your bedroom, some pictures intimate, others harmless.

new message from lover lee: new image has been sent

Then, items began to vanish — your favorite cherry-flavored chapstick, your bra and your panties were the first to go.

What started innocently has now morphed into something more ominous.

In your room, a place that is supposed to be your safe haven. An unsettling feeling grips you—a paranoia over who might be watching. A faceless someone, so infatuated that they'd shadow your every move. You find yourself overly aware of your surroundings, constantly casting a discreet glance over your shoulder, wishing for no one to be standing right behind you. Thankfully, it is clear. It always was. 

It's become so unnerving that sleep eludes you. Night after night, you retreat to the corner of your room, ensuring every window is securely fastened, window blinds down, your gaze fixed intently on the doorway that separates your sanctuary from the main hallway. Clasping your cross necklace close to your heart, you'd whisper prayers, hoping fervently that no one lurked nearby. It had become a routine at this point. 

–

The bell chimed resonantly through the corridors. Finally, a reprieve from these tedious classes, Jeno mused. He strides down the hallway, eyes darting to the windows of each classroom, searching for a glimpse of you. 

There you are, seated at a desk away from the windows, with sun rays casting a gentle glow on your delicate cheek while you hold a book. To him, you are the epitome of beauty, with an innocence in your eyes that captivates as you survey your surroundings. You appear deeply fatigued, as though you haven't had a moment's rest in the past month.

“Y/N, I’ve noticed that you look very tired lately. Is everything ok?” Lifting your gaze from your desk, you find Jeno looking at you with evident concern. 

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Just some trouble sleeping," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of surprise at the sudden attention from Jeno, the school's renowned handsome bad boy. You rack your brain, realizing you haven't actually spoken to him since preschool days.

"Hey, Y/N," Mark says, appearing behind you with a wide smile that briefly startles you. "I noticed you at church last Sunday. I didn't want to intrude… you seemed deeply engaged in prayer…. as one should be..." Mark winces slightly at his own awkwardness. Your presence has a way of making him momentarily lose his grasp on social cues.

“Anyways…” Mark casts a meaningful glance at Jeno, hinting that he should give the two of you some space. “I’ve been wanting to ask you… if… you might want to… maybe… go… uhm…. I’ve been wanting to tell you something and it’s very important.” 

“Uhm… ok” you respond in a confused tone, looking back at Jeno. “I want to do it somewhere, preferably more private… uhm… maybe dinner at Kun’s… this evening…” Mark stumbles over his words, stuttering through the simple sentences.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" you clarify, boiling his words down to their clear intent. “Yes…” the shy boy confirms. 

Mark is undeniably cute — a devoted Christian, diligent, yet reserved. You have always had a little crush on Mark, but you never anticipated that he would make a move. The realm of dating had always seemed uneventful to you; you felt as if you were invisible to boys. But not until this very moment. Going out with Mark couldn't be harmful, could it? At the very least, it might provide a welcome distraction from your current stalker situation.

“Yes, I would love to.” you answer with a radiant smile, sending the timid boy into cloud nine.

Mission one complete. And so Mark thought…

–

On this typical Friday evening, the restaurant buzzed with activity, patrons streaming in and out. Amidst the bustle, you notice Mark seated at a table tucked away from the main dining area. 

"Hi there," he greets, rising to envelop you in a friendly hug. "I got here a bit early and took the liberty of ordering for us — Peking roasted duck… I hope that's alright… it's your favorite from the menu." His remark piques your curiosity. It's oddly specific knowledge for him to have. You have barely talked to Mark. How did he know your preferred dish? Strange.

"Please, have a seat," he offers, pulling out the chair for you. With a moment of hesitation, you take the offered seat.

“I’m curious about what you’ve been wanting to tell me. Seems like you were very eager to spill it out.” Perhaps it was premature to confront him, but your curiosity was too strong to resist. But with your question, you can almost feel Mark's panic. His hands tremble slightly as he opens his can of soda. 

He inhales deeply, steadying himself before he responds to your question: “I have to confess something. Uhm… I wanted to … uhm tell you … that I’m … lee, your lover” 

You stare at him in stunned horror, mustering all your composure to prevent yourself from trembling with fear and revulsion. The revelation hits you like a thunderclap — Mark Lee, the same person sitting across from you, is the stalker who has been haunting your nights with fear.

“I can’t fucking believe it. You scared me shitless.” You immediately rise from your seat, getting yourself ready to leave the restaurant. 

“What do you mean?” Mark says in a confused tone. 

“The letters, flowers, …. the creepy text messages, … the photos of me in my room, … my fucking missing underwear, constantly feel like I’m being followed, it’s all you??” Struggling to keep your voice level, the sense of betrayal washing over you was unparalleled.

“What?” Mark yelled in question “What do you mean photos?? missing underwear? All I did was send you secret letters.” 

“I swear to God it’s not me, Y/N.” Mark pleaded with you, his eyes imploring, begging you to believe him.

“Nothing you say can change what I’ve heard.” You declare, swiftly collecting your belongings before storming out of the restaurant. 

It had never crossed your mind that Mark, the quiet, church-going boy who seemed devoted to his faith, could be capable of taking such extreme actions. The revelation seemed surreal, almost too contrived to be true.

 —

A few months have passed since the unsettling discovery of Mark's unsettling behavior. Every ounce of your bravery has been summoned just to face him at school each day. Whenever he attempts to draw near, desperately trying to weave a tapestry of excuses, you fend him off with the threat of a restraining order. There's nothing he could say now to sway your resolve.

In the span of those tumultuous weeks, you found solace in Jeno. As the days passed, you and Jeno grew increasingly close, an unforeseen twist given that the popular boy had seemingly never noticed you before — or so it had seemed.  But his kindness and understanding provided comfort, especially when others doubted your account of events. 

"Thanks for walking me home from church, Jeno. You really don’t have to do it again. I promise you this will be the first and last time." you say, casting a wary glance at Mark, who lingers near the church entrance. Having Jeno's company is a source of comfort amidst the chaos, even if your home is just a two-minute stroll from the church.

"Of course, it's the least I can do to ensure you feel secure." Jeno says, casually draping an arm around your shoulders while guiding his bike with his free hand. His steps seem confident, almost familiar with the path to your home, despite the fact that in all the years of your acquaintance, he has never once been at your house, or even close to it. You try to dismiss the peculiar sense that he knows the way a little too well, reminding yourself that he's never been invited over, but the thought lingers, troubling in its implications. Strange, you thought.

Just as you near your house, the skies open up, unleashing a sudden downpour. You urge Jeno to come inside, suggesting he wait out the torrential rain before he ventures back home. To pass the time and since Jeno had never been to your place before, you decided to give him a tour.

"Oh here is your favorite place to sit and read" remarks Jeno, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity as he observes the cozy corner of your living room. How did he know it was your favorite reading spot? His ease within your home is uncanny, almost as if he's retracing well-known steps rather than discovering them for the first time, inadvertently reversing the roles of guest and guide. Strange.

The final stop of the tour is your room. Pointing to a large photo album, you say, "Here are snapshots from my childhood," and you flip it open to share a visual journey through your past. You point to a cherished childhood photograph, depicting a younger you, grinning with abandon, your face comically smeared with Peking duck sauce, as you gleefully twirl noodles around your chopsticks.

“Oh you looked so adorable while eating peking roasted duck. Must have been your favorite dish for quite some time. I guess some things never change.” He smiles at a particular photograph of you. It was a response that strikes you as odd. You hadn't mentioned your favorite dish to him before. Strange. 

“How did you know about my favorite dish? I’m pretty sure I haven’t told you about it.” you query, attempting to piece together the perplexing puzzle that has been preoccupying your thoughts. Upon hearing your question, a shadow flickers across Jeno's features, replacing the cheerful, lively demeanor of moments ago with something more somber. The spark in his eyes dims, giving way to a serious, almost foreboding intensity.

“What do you mean?” He inquires, his lips curling into an uneasy, almost disconcerting smirk.

“I… I just think you’re acting a bit… uhm… strange. It’s the first time you’ve ever walked me home, and you seem oddly familiar with the area I live in…. and you seem to know my house like you've already been here before … uhm … and you pick up on these small things I haven’t told you about before.” As you address his odd demeanor, a growing sense of regret takes hold with each passing second; his eyes darken, casting a shadow of menace that chills you to the bone.

In that instance, Jeno aggressively pins you down onto your bed. One hand holding your wrist, the other at your throat. 

“You know too much, Y/N. You should’ve just kept your pretty little mouth shut.” He whispers in your ear before tightening his grip around your neck until you are no longer registering his words. His voice faded into a muffled echo as your thoughts withdrew into a separate reality. Your hands clutch at his wrist, attempting to loosen his hold, while your eyes nearly close from the sheer force of the moment. His grip on your neck slackened, and he watched as you sucked in breath, your complexion regaining its normal hue as vitality slowly reclaimed your shaken form. As you caught your breath, Jeno abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. Saying hello to lee, you did.

[sooniessoulmate]

🌹🌹𝔧𝔢𝔫𝔬 & 𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯🌹🌹

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫…

𝔚𝔄ℜ𝔑ℑ𝔑𝔊 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡

[yankpop]

Yandere NCT Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes.

These are DARK/YANDERE works so READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. I do not support any of these toxic behaviours.

Reader is always female. 

DRABBLES/IMAGINES

◼  You say you hate him ( Mafia! Taeyong )

You tell you captor that you hate him and that was not a good idea.

◼ You try to break up ( Johnny ) 

Your attempt of breaking up with your boyfriend doesn’t go so well.

◼ He cheats on you (Jaehyun) 

You catch your boyfriend Jaehyun cheating and try to leave him, but things take a surprising turn. (Requested)

◼ He meets you  (Jisung)

Short and older Y/N (Requested) 

◼ He breaks in (Haechan) + Part 2 

Haechan gets tired of waiting for you, so he breaks into your apartment.

◼ Sweet moment (Shotaro) 

Just a small sweet moment between you and Shotaro (requested)

◼ He’s an online stalker (Taeil)  + Part 2

You have a very dedicated online stalker and he’s not going anywhere.

◼ Voyeur Yuta 

Yuta has a thing for spying you from afar. (Requested)

◼ Hurting himself for your attention (Jeno)

You help out a friend who’s hurt by an accident, but little do you know that it was no accident.

◼ You go on a date with someone else (Jaemin) 

Your best friend doesn’t take it lightly when you lie to him about going on a date with someone else.

◼ OT6 (Dream)

Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

◼ Overprotective during your pregnancy (Kun) 

Your “husband” wants your unborn baby to be healthy and for that, he’s willing to manipulate you until he gets what he wants.

College Universe 

◼ Bully Mark + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5 + Part 6

Mark wants to take you to prom and he won’t take no as an answer (Requested)

◼ ?

REACTIONS/SCENARIOS

127 

◼ You only speak English

◼ When you wear revealing clothes 

Dream

◼ You fake being sick 

◼ You lie to them 

◼ You ask them for a pregnancy test 

◼ You’re dating another member 

◼ Forcing you to marry them

◼ Fake chats #1

U 

◼ You curse at him (Make a wish unit)

◼ You’re on birth control (Make a wish unit) 

◼ You hurt them to escape (Let’s play ball unit) 

◼ You want to become an idol (Let’s play ball unit) 

◼ You realize how toxic they are (90′s Love unit) 

◼ Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home Unit) 

WayV

◼ Not wanting them to hold you 

MTL (Most to Least) 

◼ To kidnap you (Dream) 

◼ To become controlling fast (Dream) 

◼ To spoil his s/o (127)

[taehyungday]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓- 𝚕.𝚓𝚗

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…954

"Your boyfriend gave me unsettling vibes."

After my birthday party, this was the first thing my father said.

"However dad, he is such a great guy, and I love him." I said.

"Your father is correct, Y/n. I didn't you likeyour man, either." My mum commented.

"Jeno is shy and awkward around people at first, but once you get to know him, he is incredibly lovely and amusing. He is also a really caring person." I replied.

"I don't believe he is the right person for you." My father said and then walked out of my room.

"You should reconsider. I didn't feel safe in Jeno's presence." Before leaving my room, my mother said.

"So, what are you going to do now?" . Sana wondered.

"I'm not sure. I have no idea how Jeno will respond." I responded.

I was perplexed as to why my family disliked Jeno. He's a real darling.He is my first love . I'll never forget when he asked me to be his prom date. I couldn't believe such a famous gentleman had asked me to be his date.

Our two-year anniversary is coming up next week. My parents also urge me to end my relationship with him. Jeno hadn't contacted or texted me since yesterday, which was odd. He hadn't returned my calls or read my messages.

"I believe you should speak with him about it." Sana remarked.

"Yeah. Perhaps I should "I responded.

My phone suddenly began to ring.

Suddenly my phone started ringing.

"Hello. Is this Y/n L/n?" A female voice asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Your parents are involved in an accident."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but we were unable to save your parents." the doctor said.

Blankness.

Numbness.

Nothing.

This is how I'm now feeling.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to trust what I was hearing. They had vanished. I let go of my body and let it fall to the ground. I began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back my tears. I was feeling a little low.

Someone suddenly raised my chin with their fingers. Jeno was standing there when I looked up. I simply pounced on him and began crying on his shoulders. He returned my hug and began patting my head.

"Do not be worried, doll. I've arrived." He began to speak in hushed tones.

"Everything will turn out alright." He stated.

[2 YEARS LATER]

"Will you marry me?" I asked her.

As she bobbed her head, she had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Yes," she replied.

I pushed myself up from my knees and grasped her waist, kissing her fiercely.

"I love you." She murmured this as she leaned in for another kiss.

"You know doll, that I love you more."

[FLASHBACK]

Being the son of a wealthy CEO was not easy. People had high expectations of you. When I was born, my mother passed away. My father was usually occupied with his business. I was constantly surrounded by servants who served me. I had a lot of dishonest pals who only befriended me for the money. No one cared about me. I desired someone who would simply adore me.

But then I met her one sunny day. L/N  Y/N She was everything I was looking for in a partner. She was flawless in every way I knew that she was the one for me. I noticed her while getting McDonald's food. And that turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. While taking people's orders, she appeared vulnerable and beautiful. I felt compelled to defend her from those individuals.

She even gave me a friendly grin. She was also interested in me.

I told my bodyguards to look for her the next day.

I wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

They divulged her personal details to me. For her, I changed my private school. For her, I went to a low-cost school.

I killed all the boys who tried to talk to her for her. I killed all the scumbags who tried to bully her for her.

I even killed my father, who tried to prevent me from going to school, for her. Yes, managing a billionaire firm at the age of 17 was difficult. However, I did. I only did it for my doll. After we got married, I wanted to treat her to several luxuries.

I finally worked up the guts to ask her to prom. And she replied with a resounding YES. I had a feeling she wished for me as well.

I asked her to be my girlfriend on my graduation day. And she, of course, said yes.

She, on the other hand, was adamant about not telling her parents about our romance. As a result, I had to sneak into her house late at night in order to cuddle with her. I also hid some cameras in her room so I could keep an eye on her at all times.

Everything was well until she expressed an interest in telling her parents about our relationship. Her parents were attempting to persuade her that I was not suitable for her. My doll even attempted to defend me, but they only wanted her to end our relationship.

As a result, I assassinated them as well. And paid the doctors to declare their death an accident.

My Y/n was simply too young to realise that I was the one who had messed up her parents' lives.

But she'll never know about all the wrongdoings I've done.

"Now you're mine officially, doll. I'll never let you go cause I love you more than anything."

[midday0nightmares]

Hey guys.

Wince this blog seems to be more active still. I will use to to shamelessly promote my other blog 😎

I have posted the first chapter of something new I want to start writing, it’s involves my favorites nomin ✨

The link

It’s not as extreme as what i have posted on this blog, but still dramatic and twisted.

[jayniks]

NCT MASTETLIST

. reactions .

╭─╮┍┈ ┉┈ ┉┈ ┉┈ ┉┈

│░┊╟ being jealous for their partner idol!you.

╰─╯┕┈ ┉┈ ┉┈ ┉┈ ┉┈

. solo .

♡→﹕je﹠no.﹙⋆ᴗ-﹚？

〘💌💭〙one shot

♡ ︴yandere

▸🥤 ⫶ jeno can't accept a 'no' for an answer

◟ ˃˂﹐﹫﹒mark ﹒﹒🐋

〘💌💭〙fake date

♡ ︴fluff, silly

▸🥤 ⫶ just faking date mark

[darkficslover]

Degradation at its finest!!🤤💕

Fault

Warning: non-con, bully jeno and Jaemin, don't like it. Don't read it. Minors you are not welcomed.

It's unfair how you are trapped in the classroom as jeno and jaemin pounded into you. Manhandling you as they wish, throwing you around as they wish. It's your fault after all, how dare you refuse to do their project? You must have done it on purpose, to rile them up.

"fucking take it! Tightest cunt ever." Jeno grumbled into your ear, hips mercilessly pounding into your cunt. Jaemin's hand wrapped around your throat. "Wore this slutty skirt and disobeyed us to rile us up right, princess? Just wanted a good fuck, yeah?" He whispered, sweat dripping from his forehead to your chin as he shoved his cock into your throat.

You always wanted a quiet life, but silence turned into a curse when your ignorance caught the attention of the two most popular guys who haven't stopped bothering you since. They claim you as their ragdoll, cumdumpster, blaming your timid attitude for attracting them.

After what seemed like an eternity, jeno released himself into you with a loud moan. He pulled your skirt back snapping the waistband making you wince in pain. He took the blue thong which you wore earlier and threw it in on jaemin who had released himself on your black top, his cum dripping down the valley of your breast.

"don't bother cleaning yourself slut, walk around like the whore you are." Jeno stated yanking your hair up. Jaemin snickered at your dumb state as he kept the thong inside his pocket before both of them left the classroom leaving you in dishevelled state panting to catch your breath with cum dripping everywhere.

[neowonderland]

The Friends of Lee Jeno

The Friends of Lee Jeno- dark! university! NCT Dream series

Intro:

You've always kept to yourself, only having a handful of friends even into university. When your previous roommate cannot room with you again, you seek out other rooming options. It's just your luck that your friend is able to find you a new roommate: Lee Jeno. Jeno is quiet, nice, respectful and overall a nice roommate to have. It's just so unfortune Jeno associates with such a wrong, well-known crowd.

tws: yandere! nct dream, 18+, dark themes, dubcon, noncon, stalking, obsession, violence, bullying, manipulation, body image, self worth, drugging, tags to be added

Na Jaemin

He's just so overbearing, always cooing at you, suffocating you with his hugs and kisses. Treating you like a glorified pet

Part 1

Lee Haechan

He's just so mean, always making remarks at your expense. Treating you like your existence inconveniences him

Part 2

Zhong Chenle

He's just so reckless, always spending money on lavish things. Treating you like you're another thing to spoil

Huang Renjun

He's just so indifferent. He doesn't truly understand his friend's obsessions with you

Lee Mark

He's just so level-headed, always acting as a mediator and the leader for the 'Dreamies'. Treating you with respect when the others don't

Park Jisung

He's just so cute, always turning red and avoiding eye contact. But he hates how you treat him, doting on him, treating him like a younger sibling

Lee Jeno

He's just so quiet, always staying silent and observing how his friends treat you. He seems indifferent, treating you as his roommate

[luvyeni]

LOVESICK BOY 𝕼. ( 이동혁 )

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 이동혁 x fem!reader )  ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. unprotected sex , oral ( f )word count. 3.5k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

synopsis … haechan is completely lovesick … but you won’t give him the time a day , until chenle comes in and shows you what you’ve been missing

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ this is the one that i think was supposed to be a yandere but the person didn’t specify

you really couldn’t see the appeal; all he did was sleep around with other girls, party and never show up to class — so why couldn’t you stop staring at him?

“my god he’s so annoying.” chenle turned around to see who you were staring at. “and how is she even falling for that?” you watched donghyuck flirt with the 3rd girl this morning , the girls eyes shimmered with hope and joy. if only she knew she’d be severely disappointed in the end. “this is your third complaint about him today.” jeno smirked. “we’ll need to get a jar , every complaint about hyuck you’ll have to put a dollar in the jar.”

“hey maybe we will be able to afford a new game for the frat after all , give it a week.” jaemin teased , you scoffed. “with the way she talks about him , maybe will have a little left over.” the table laughed , while you just rolled your eyes. “haha very funny , im leaving.” you stood up ready to walk away when someone blocked your path. “lee donghyuck.” you sighed , the boy smiled in front of you. “hey my wife to be.” he smirked. “where you going i just got here.” he said.

“really because we all saw you flirting with that girl over there.” you didn’t even mean to sound jealous , but it came off like that. “you jealous?” he said , you stepped to the right , but he followed blocking you once again. “come on you know you’re the one that i want.” and he was serious about that , but to you it meant nothing. “yeah , how many people did you say that to today?” you pushed him out the way , walking away to your next class.

he waited until you were out of sight and earshot before he sat in the seat slumped. “and what’s got you upset today?” marked smirked , the guys groaning knowing the rant he was about to go on. “you got him started.” he sighed dramatically. “i just don’t get it , why won’t she take me seriously.” his friends shook their heads. “how many times do i have to confess for her to get it.” he said. “for starters don’t flirt with other girls in front of her.” renjun said. “but i wasn’t flirting , i only asked where she got her necklace from.” he said. “i wanted to buy it for yn , she said a month ago her favorite necklace broke and i wanted to get her a new one , that looked like one she would like.” he said.

“yeah but that girl looked like she wanted to pull your pants down and suck your dick in front of everyone and with how friendly you were, it looked like you’d let her.” chenle said. “this is driving me insane.” he tugged at his hair. he couldn’t get you out of his head, you consumed him entirely even though you barely gave him the time of day. he even enjoyed when you would insult him because at least you were talking to him. “you guys don’t understand.” he sighed. “you’ve explained it , many many many times.” jisung looked up from his phone. “we understand.”

“where did obsession even come from , she’s never given you any reason for you to like her like that.” jaemin said. “i don’t know , it’s just that every single thing she does makes me crazy, even now i feel sick that she isn’t here , i miss her and she doesn’t even know it.” his friends watch him pour his heart out. “i think i love her.”

“whoa calm down.” mark said. “at least get her to like you before you start talking fucking wedding bells , children and shit.” the table chuckled , but he was serious. “how can i get her to like me?” he said. “aren’t you supposed to be good at this?” chenle said. “aren’t you like known for getting girls out of their panties , this should be a walk in the park for you.” haechan knew his reputation ; and he won’t deny his freshman year he really was like that — but then he met you , and everything changed , he no longer wanted to be a player , he wanted you and only you… turns out his past did come with consequences , you hated him; you wanted nothing to do with him despite him telling you that he changed , you refused to believe him.

“that’s the thing , i don’t want to get her out her panties.” they all looked at him. “well not just that , i want to be her , go on dates , take her to the movies , hell sit in the park and have a picnic.” he said. “yeah but you also want to fuck her in these exact places and she’s aware of that.” jeno said. “it’s your approach bro.” mark said. “yn doesn’t want to know what you’d do to her if you were alone in her bedroom.” he said. “she’s probably heard that 1000 times already.” he doubled over with a groan , he couldn’t fathom another guy talking to you. “instead of approaching her like a jerk , ask her on a real date first; or at least say hello when you see her and not and this is a quote from you ‘hello mother of all 6 of my future kids.’

he thought about all the advice that he was giving; as he waited outside of your class. “don’t say anything stupid.” he said to himself , walking back and forth. “nothing stupid.” he said. “oh that must be hard for you.” he spun around upon hearing your voice. “you’re constantly saying stupid stuff.” he smiled , your upper lip curled up in annoyance. “hi yn.” he said. “what do you want lee donghyuck?” you walked , he followed behind you. “well to ask you a question.” he said. “no.” you said , he pouted , making you feel bad. “fine what is it , i have a class.” you said. “i can walk you.” he said walking next to you. “is that what you wanted? that’s not a question.”

“that’s not the question yn , please listen to me for a second.” he pleased. “what is is donghyuck?” you said. “let me take you out,” he said. “what?” you stopped. “let me take you out.” he repeated. “on a date , a real date.” he said. “and why would i do that?” you said. “because im trying to show you that im not a heartless bastard with no home training.” you stifled a laugh. “did you laugh?” he said. “no.” you deadpanned. “yes you did , come on it was funny , you can laugh.” he said. “haechan — oh my god , you called me haechan.” you stared at him. “i have class donghyuck.” you stopped outside the classroom. “then say yes; we’ll go see a movie.” he explained. “we can even go get ice cream , brownie your favorite.”

“how did you know that?” you asked. “just say yes , before you’re late.” he said. you thought about it for a second , no sexual jokes , no condescending smirk on his face , although sexy made you want to slap him — he was serious. “are you fucking with me?” you said. “yn i wouldn’t have walked you all the way to class if i wasn’t serious , my class is on the other side of campus.” he said. “im waiting and you know what i think i can miss a day of class , this class seems fun.” he tried to walk past you , but you stopped him. , hand on his chest. “no don’t do that.” you said. “i will go; so go back to your class , lord knows you shouldn’t miss a day.” he smiled , his hand coming to your wrist. “really?” he said. “i will meet you at the movie theatre , now go.”

he waited for you to go into the class; before bursting out in a fit of excitement; you said yes , he couldn’t believe you said yes.

“i can’t believe i said yes.” you slammed your vanity. “why did i say yes?” you complained to your friend on the phone. “because maybe you really like him and you let his reputation from freshman year determine your entire perception of him.” chenle said. “still , we both saw him flirting with those girls.” you said. “i won’t be another one of sexual conquests.” chenle spoke up. “be realistic who didn’t do dumb shit during freshman year? you ran topless down a busy street drunk and has haechan judged you for that?” he said. “no in fact he was the one who chased you down the street, shirt in hand , his shirt because yours was floating in our pool.” you cringed, remembering jeno and haechan dragging you back to the dorms as you screamed. “i genuinely believe that was the first time he actually realized he fell deep for you and not because you were naked and in his arms.”

“to be honest haechan hasn’t been with anyone since freshman year , im pretty sure he fucked himself into not wanting anything , but not only that , but because he quite literally doesn’t want anyone else but you.” chenle said. “and those girls , we know he’s friendly even the teachers think he’s flirting with them.” he said. “but he was touching her.” you said. “because she had a necklace that he wanted to buy you , he remembered you broke yours and he wanted to get you a new one.” he let it spill out; should he have? no , but with the new look on your face he knew haechan would thank him in the end. “i only mention that once , months ago.”

“and he remembered; just how he remembers everything you say , down to the name of your dead hamster you had when you were three.” chenle said. “i genuinely don’t think you understand how much he likes you.” he said. “and i think you’re letting your soulmate slip right from your hands.”

as you stood staring at the movie posters; everything was swirling around in your head as you tried to make sense of it… did haechan really feel this deeply for you? you’ve treated him so horribly for all these years for some stupid things he did when he was fresh out of highschool; and now chenle sprung this on you… you felt like shit. you hadn’t even realized that haechan was late. “yn!”

you were gonna kill him; you’ll never give him the time of day again, you’re gonna think he’s fucking with you. “calm down man , how were you supposed to know your car was gonna break down.” mark sat in the drivers seat. “call her , im sure she’ll understand.” he said. “she probably already went home , and blocked me.” he said. “well we’re here , so get out and hope she’s still there.” he hopped out of the car , running into the movie theaters. “please still be here.”

he saw you and let out a sigh of relief; your back was turned but he could tell it was you. he could pick you out of a lineup with his eyes closed; just by your scent alone. “yn!” he ran over to you. “im so sorry i didn’t hmph.” was he dreaming? this was a sick joke his mind was play; he was dreaming , you actually weren’t here and this was a dream he was having. he had to be — because there was no way you were hugging him right now. “um not that i don’t like this … but what is this?”

you were silent; no you sniffled. why are you sniffling? are you sick? “yn , this is weird, what’s wrong?” he pulled away; you were too ashamed to look him in the eyes. “please look at me , im sorry for being late.” he said. “why are you crying?” he said, worried even more now. “what happened did someone do something?” you shook your head. “then tell me please im dying.” he said, which made you laugh through your tears. “im so stupid.” you said. “please i’ve met stupid girls and you definitely aren’t one of them.” he said. “oh no that came out wrong i promise i haven't met any girls , it’s just me saying that i think you’re very smart.” he panicked. “please just tell me why you’re crying.” he said.

“because i’ve been so mean to you an-and all you’ve tried to do is be nice to me and i judged you for things you did years; even though you’ve never judged me even when i ran down the street topless— hey!” his hand came up to your mouth. “not everyone needs to hear that.” he said. “where is all this coming from?” he said. “im just sorry for everything.” you said. “every single thing i’ve done wrong.” his first instinct was to grab your face. “nothing could make me hate you okay?” he said. “i haven’t done much to prove how much i really like you; only how much i wanted to sleep with you — wait not that i want to sleep with you, why am i so bad at this all of a sudden.” he said. “let’s just go see the movie okay, we can get ice cream after and talk alright?” you nodded , he took his hands off your cheeks , taking one of your hands into his. “come on wipe those tears off your pretty face.”

haechan could barely watch the movie with the way your hand was gripping his. you wouldn’t let him go , and he wouldn’t have it any other way — if this was a dream he was scheduling an appointment for a therapist when he woke up because he would never mentally recover from this if it was fake. “why do you keep staring at my home like that?” you whispered with a smile. “because im trying to see if im dreaming or not,” he said. “you’re holding my hand.” he said. “you’re actually holding my hand.” he smiled. “you’re on a date with me, and you’re holding my hand.” he could’ve burst into excitement if he wasn’t in a quiet movie theater. “you’re not dreaming.” you kissed his knuckles and he almost passed out. “see.”

“maybe i still don’t believe it.” you giggled , before you reached over kissing his cheek, leaving the boy shocked. “do you believe it now?” he nodded. “good because i don’t think there was anything else I could’ve done here in public that would’ve made you believe me.” you said. “well maybe if there was less people.” did you really say that? what did you mean by that? now he was thinking about other stuff. would you have touched him? in public?

the movie soon ended and you still hadn’t let him go even as you made your way to the ice cream shop to get your ice cream. “sorry we’re out of brownie ice cream.” the worker said. “really?” you frowned. “maybe you can get chocolate?” he said. “it’s not the same.” you said. “well we can stop to get some food since you didn’t eat anything at the movies.” he said , he really didn’t want this date to end. “or..” you started. “we can go to my apartment and i can make ramen.” your house? you were letting him in your house? “what do you say?” why would he fucking say no? “okay.”

the walk back to your apartment wasn’t that long , nether was the elevator to your apartment; but he soon found himself in your space, surrounded by your scent and all things you — this was his heaven. “haechan.” he heard you call him , which made him turn to you. he couldn’t even react before your lips were on his. your kiss was something he dreamt about often , your soft pillowy lips on his; your fingers working their way through his neck hairs. “wa-wait yn.” he pulled away before he got carried away. “as much as i love this , i definitely don’t want to do this just cause you feel bad.” he said. “no-no i want this.” you said. “i want this so much.” you said , and that was all the confirmation he needed. “then let me do it.”

he picked you up; taking you to your room , kicking the door open. “wan’ you go sit on my face.” he said. “fuck i need you to sit on my face.” he groaned , laying back. “i don’t want to hurt you.” he didn’t care; dying with his face stuffed between your legs seemed like his dream way to go. “no , no you won’t please.” he begged , pulling your skirt down , along with your panties , your wet was right there , he could smell your scent as you dripped for him. “please sit , please im gonna die if you don’t.” he grabbed your thighs desperately. “sit please.” you finally gave in , lowering yourself down , you could feel his tongue. “oh-oh hyuck.” you moaned , yelping as he impatiently pulled you down. “fuck!”

he wasted no time licking your folds , holding you by your waist like you’d run away if he didn’t , your hips involuntarily moved against his tongue , your hands coming to hair pulling at it. “fuck keep going.” you moaned. “just like that , im gonna cum!” he sucked on your clit , sending you over the edge. “oh my god!” you gasped your legs began to shake. “im cumming!”

the boy below opened his mouth , allowing your juices to flow straight into his mouth; drinking everything you had to give him; his cock begging to be freed and touched — tasting you wasn’t enough, he needed to be inside you. “hyuck i can’t - too much!” he finally let up on your poor cunt , but that doesn’t mean he was done. “i need you.” he moaned, kissing your thighs. “you have me.” you said , he flipped you over. “I need to fuck you , pl-please.” he pressed himself against your bare lower half. “pl-please hyuck.” you reached down , pulling at his pants , undoing the buttons. “please fuck me.”

he stood up quickly; not wanting to be away from you much longer , pulling his pants down , along with his underwear. “i-i don’t have a condom.” he said , you didn’t care right now. “are you clean?” he nodded , his aching cock standing in desperate need of attention. “then please touch me , please.”

he climbed back in between your legs. “fuck.” he cursed the moment his hip touched your soaking cunt. he knew he wasn’t gonna last long , but he knew he didn’t want to let you down. “It-it’s okay.” you touched his cock , slowly guiding it inside you. “oh fuck you’re so tight.” he had to compose himself. “fu-fuck i don’t think I’m gonna last.” he fully stilled himself inside you. “can i move?” you moaned. “please move hyuck.”

he grabbed your waist; moving. “oh-oh fuck you’re so big.” he groaned. “faster hyuck.” you whined. “please go faster.” he hissed as he picked up the pace , feeling you clench around him repeatedly. “fuck if you keep doing that , im gonna cum.” he said , his movements still remaining strong and fluid as his tip kissed your cervix over and over. “fuck im cumming.” he groaned ,his cock twitching inside you before he shot his load inside of you. “oh fuck im sorry.” he pulled out , finishing on your sensitive cunt. “sh-shit it’s okay.”

he definitely wasn’t about to leave you hanging; pushing his sensitive cock right back inside you. “fuck hyuck!” you screamed , your neighbors surely won’t be happy with you in the morning. “wanna make you cum.” he said , his hands planted on both sides of your head. “fuck hyuck keep going.” you moaned. “right there , im gonna cum.” he kept up his pace , soon your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came. “oh fuck!” he felt himself cumming a second time , this time he didn’t pull out.

“i didn’t pull out.” he said breathlessly. “th-that’s okay.” you said. “we-we need to clean up.” you sat up , but he wasn’t done , now that he finally got a taste of you , he wanted it again , and again and again. “not yet.” he kissed your stomach. “i wanna do it.” your eyes followed his dark ones as he kissed and bit at your thighs. “wanna clean your pretty pussy myself.”

it was truly gonna be a long night for your neighbors.

“there he is at it again.” jaemin looked past you , making you turn around. “he can’t read a single room can it.” you watch the girls face turn beat red as the boy in front of him start a conversation. “she can’t either , can she not tell he’s not interested.” chenle spoke up. “excuse me.” you got up , the table was confused. “class?” jeno smirked , you shook your head. “no.” you walked away , straight over to the boy. “oh hi , you see these earrings?” you nodded at the clueless boy in front of you. “our 5 months is coming up , wouldn’t you like these?” the girl finally got the hint walking away. “wait what brand are they?” you dragged him back to the table. “I’ll find you a better pair.”

“and he still can’t see why she hated him?” jisung said. “I don’t need anymore jewelry ; we’ve been together 5 months and you’ve given me way more jewelry than i’ll ever need.” you said. “you’re right , i’ll just get you flowers.” you smiled , giving him a cheek kiss. “if that’s what you want hyuck.” he still stared at you with the same love sick look.

he was clueless and couldn’t read the room at all ; but he was yours… and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

©️LUVYENI

[maliciousblog]

Lost ( Jeno)

You and your friend Nara were drowned in books with your finals going on neither of you had a moment to breathe. School had drained the life out of you. But you were glad that this was your last exam and your vacation was about to start.

You studied throughout the night and left for school earlier than you usually did. The exam went by smoothly.

So you decided to head back home because you were extremely sleep deprived.

On the way back home you decided to get a couple of snacks to have for later.

As soon as you reached home you passed out on the couch.

You managed to sleep throughout the day.

Waking up when you heard her shout at you to eat.

Walking into the kitches you saw Nara making chocolate chip pancakes. You grabbed a plate and began to shove the pancakes down when Nara joined you.

And both of you began to discuss where you were going to go to spend vacation time. Both of you came up with multiple options but finally came to agreeing on camping.

Both of you went out shopping to get your essentials and she decided to sleep over.

So both of you could reach the trail early to avoid traffic.

As the sun set she nuzzled into the warmth of your neck as both of you drifted off to sleep.

Come morning you were woken up to the sound of pots and pans ringing the smell of food filled the air as you followed the scent you were met with her cooking both of you breakfast which you happily ate on your way to the trail.

The morning sky was clear but the temperature was unsettling chill.

You felt the humidity hang in the atmosphere.

The sky was relatively clear but cloudy.

The driver upto the hiking trail was relatively uneventful.

Both of you had hiked up almost reaching the end of the trail and were feeling a little winded so you decided to take a breather next to a small clearing.

The sky was getting darker but it didn't seem like it would rain just about yet.

Even if it did there was a trail you could follow so it wouldn't be a problem.

You were resting on a rock when you felt droplets of water gently caress your skin. Looking upward you noticed the clouds starting to cover up any residual sunlight trying to make it's way in.

You signaled your friend to get up so both of your could make your way back down before it started to pour......

As you gathered your things and started to rush down the trail the rain started to pour harder.

The wind blew through making the branches rustle making you turn your head each time in paranoia.

The group beneath you started to soften the soil that was previously firm started to slowly turn into started to turn into a slush making you loose your footing.

In your rush to get down you didn't notice your friend struggling behind you as you illuminated the way leading her down.

Until you heard her scream......

When you turned back you couldn't find her anymore.

That was until you noticed her lying on the ground below you.

The rain caused the ground below her to give way causing to slip down with the mud.

You tried to get to her she still seemed to be breathing but you could see blood seep out of a gash on her head a result of the hit she took.

You tried grabbing onto the branches and try to get down to her but the soil kept crumbling down so you weren't able to keep steady.

You were thinking of ways to get her out before the rain worsed or worse she bleed out.

You decided to call out for help assuming more people would have hiked along the same trail since it was relatively popular.

You were screaming for help for hours at this point shivering each time the cold wind hit your skin.

As you were about to give up you saw a light in the distance gently flickering you started to scream to get the attention of the person and soon enough you saw a figure approach you out of the bush.

He was tall and well built his dark black hair slightly hiding his eyes.

You explained the situation to him and he gladly helped you. To your luck he informed you that he was a regular here and had climbing ropes with him.

He tried a rope onto one of the tress and slid down to collect your unconscious friend as you held a torch in place to help guide him down.

Once he attached a harness onto your friend you helped both of them get up.

It was pretty dark now.

So he offered to drive you back into town saying that the usually exit that led to the parking lot was closed because of a land slide.

You didn't have an option because your friend was knocked out cold and without his help you weren't going to get anywhere. So you happily obliged to his offer.

He was very good at navigating through the dense forest and in no time you had reached a small clearing where you saw a truck which you assumed belonged to him.

He took out a blanket and wrapped it around you as he placed your unconscious friend in the back seat.

He got in and turned on the heater grabbing a spare jacket from his trunk handing it to you so you could change.

Once you were done you got in the passenger seat as he drove along the abandoned road it was still raining and occasionally thundering adding to the already creepy atmosphere of the road.

You kept sneaking glances at your friend through the rear view mirror when he noticed you he reassured you that the cut wasn't deep and that she would be alright.

On the way back both of you made small talk and you found out that his name was Jeno and that he worked with his friend as a construction contractor.

He kept the conversation going and you felt a little at ease.

Soon the forest cleared out and you were on the road.

He kept driving slowly stepping on the gas when you noticed a sign that said the town was the other way down.

You didn't want to panic because he could be just taking a short cut.

You started to get nervous.

You quickly glanced over to him and he gave you a reassuring eye smile.

He kept going faster and faster you started to panic and you grabbed onto the door as you noticed the door didn't have a lock on it and it and refused to budge no matter how much force you applied.

You asked him to stop but he kept silent just giving you a disapproving look.

You raised your voice shouting at him to pull over to which he just slammed his foot on the gas causing you to jerk back into your seat.

You tried to grab onto the steering when he raised his hand and everything suddenly went black.

[pacofprunes]

MASTERLIST

ANGST / COMFORT

die with a smile, daeho x reader

wishful thinking, thanos x pregnant ! reader

nobody gets me you did, thanos x reader

squid game reactions to finding you injured, multiple characters x reader

wildflower, daeho x reader

FLUFF

operation, smile: guys like flowers too!, daeho x reader

SMUT / 18+ CONTENT

i can’t see!, namgyu x reader

squid game characters kinks headcanons, multiple characters x reader

let’s mingle!, multiple characters x reader

DARK CONTENT (includes noncon, dubcon, dark smut, etc)

let me help ya’ relax, thanos x reader

cotton candy grapes, thanos x reader

my house, your house, aka, my girlfriend, your girlfriend (mi casa su casa), thanos x reader, namgyu x reader

yandere daeho headcanons, yandere ! daeho x reader

noncon headcanons, namgyu x reader, thanos x reader

keep your eyes on the prize, inho x reader

most likely to slap reader in argument, multiple characters x reader

my mom always told me, namgyu x reader

squid game reactions to you trying to leave them, multiple characters x reader

incel!namgyu thoughts, namgyu x reader

OTHER KDRAMAS / SHOWS

ANGST / COMFORT

nothing here, yet

FLUFF

this girls just gotta be kissed, daegil x reader

SMUT / 18+ CONTENT

nothing here, yet

DARK CONTENT (includes noncon, dubcon, dark smut, etc)

gentleman, k x reader

don’t be so boring, billy loomis x reader

no tip?, lee jeno x reader

[yankpop]

Yandere NCT Dream OT6

Summary: Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Kidnap/captivity situation; implied future murder.

AN: Mark's not here, so it's only the rest of the boys. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

I'm not back, just trying to get rid of what I have in my drafts.

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Your heart beats faster than you’ve ever experienced, both adrenaline and fear pumping into your blood.

You only catch a few glances of Taeyong, unable to have a clear view with Jeno and Jaemin protectively standing in front of you, the last one a little far behind so that your body is pressed against his, making you feel Jaemin’s body slightly shaking.

Despite the visual obstruction, you can clearly hear Haechan and Taeyong discussing, as they keep arguing back and forth. “You can’t keep her like this, it’s not….okay.”

Haechan scoffs with disdain at Taeyong’s words. “We’re not keeping her. She wants to be here, obviously.” You frown at hearing that, how could Haechan lie so easily?

Standing on the sidelines, Chenle vehemently nods in agreement while next to him Jisung has panic written all over his face with head going back and forth through the members. Over the time you spent with the boys, it quickly became evident that despite his high height, Jisung was a scaredy cat and hated making decisions, unlike Haechan.

“If she wants to be here, then why won’t you let Y/N say it herself?” You look at Taeyong’s direction, catching a fleeting glimpse of the man looking at you with evident concern in his eyes.

The unexpected eye contact makes you want to plead for help, and you open your lips to say something - anything -, until Jeno moves slightly to the side, effectively hiding you once again from Taeyong’s sight.

His words definitely stir up the group, Chenle and Jisung share a concerned expression as Renjun lets out an exasperated sigh and Jaemin reaches for your hand, tightly holding it without changing his position. This whole ordeal makes you feel conflicted, for one side you badly want to call out Taeyong to help you but you’re afraid of the consequences.

Especially because there are 6 of them but only one Taeyong.

What if they hurt him?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re gonna scare her away, Taeyong.” Renjun tries to intervene, supported by Chenle. “Yeah, you’re probably gonna try to change her mind or something.”

“You’re not gonna get anywhere near her.” Jaemin declares, his voice booming with determination. His words awfully resemble a threat, and the room temperature seems to drop immediately.

The message was clear.

They weren’t going to give you up, no matter what.

And they weren’t gonna allow Taeyong to take you away either. Something you already suspected, but now Taeyong is warned too.

Haechan keeps quarreling with Taeyong but you notice as Renjun turns around to whisper something at Jaemin, who sternly nods and signals Chenle to come closer, followed by a frightened Jisung. Giving you a final look, he pushes your hand into Chenle, his face void of any emotion as he mutters “Take her to the safe room. We’ll call you when it’s over.” his words make you panic, what was going on?

“What? No, guys, I-” You try to push away Chenle, only for him to grab your hand impossibly tighter, forcing you to follow him as he goes for the door exit. You hear some commotion behind you when Taeyong realizes what was going on, yelling at the boys to let you go. Anxiety boils inside you at the radical change of events, making it harder for you to breathe.

You turn your head behind, catching a brief glance of Renjun standing on the side while Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin surround Taeyong.

The vision only lasts a mere second but it’s enough to fill your heart with fear, making you trip on your own feet. Jisung softly pushes you from behind, compelling you to keep moving.

They force you out of the room, closing the door with a loud noise just in time as a fight immediately begins.

Taeyong’s destiny is evident, making you realize that their determination in keeping you is more powerful than you ever imagined.

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