#yandere!joshua

[inkyclive]

warnings: yandere behaviour, branding

daydreaming about joshua burning his name, or initials, into your skin <333 he doesn’t really care whether the brand is visible or not, he just finds comfort in knowing the brand exists, proof of his ownership seared permanently into your flesh, finds solace in the fact that he’s marked you, claimed you, as his forever <3 he’d carve his name into your bones if he could, so even in death, even after your blood has dried up and your veins have withered and your flesh has melted from your skeleton, you are still recognizably, obviously, undoubtedly his.

or he has you cremated so he can take a piece of you everywhere with him, safe and sound in a little vial clasped around his neck, bouncing against his sternum, right next to his heart <3

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — NSFW, HYBRID AU

IMAGINE — yandere!poly!hybrids!vocalunit x gn!human!you.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, hybrid AU, poly relationship elements, implied ot13 background, smut elements inclusive of breeding kink and praise kink.

WRITER'S NOTES — i was thinking about writing hybrid!svtot13 BUT i'm kind of lazy (even though i had an whole ass draft and im supposed to be writing that hoshi fic, i finished that yandere hoshi fic BUT i just realised it does not match the request so another day i guess ): ) so here is some vocal unit hybrid thingies lol (okay this is a universe btw). AND NO IM NOT GOING TO WRITE THAT WHOLE ASS LONG OT13 DRABBLE WITH SMUT IM BAD AT THAT, BESIDES IF I EVER WROTE PIAKPIAK SCENES IT WOULD BE x MALE READER! ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who was the second to arrive in this household, but calls the shots anyway. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who acts all angel-like and act weak in front of you so you would give him more attention. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who demands you to brush his fur with that high quality set everyday for at least half an hour.

ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who has a high sex stamina and drive (i mean, he is a rabbit), and he can go on and on in his ruts. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who would lock you in his room with him and attempt to 'breed' you during his rut. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who pouts and whines as he fucks into you, grabbing your ankles in case you attempt to crawl away from him again.

ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who seems a little polite and distance at first, but you didn't know that he was already in love with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bared his teeth at another random predator hybrid that was checking you out at the perfume store (he definitely learned that from one of the other feline hybrids). ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who loves to give you head massages when you are sitting on his lap. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who needs to have you by his side 24/7 when he is in his rut, and that means even you have to go to the toilet, he's there with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bit the other hybrids in the household when they tried to touch you and speared you on his cock to show them his ownership over you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who tries replicating your smell with his perfume set, but always ends up getting hard or cumming over it.

ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stills feel guilty about scratching and biting you when you tried to pick him out of your berries bush the first time the two of you met. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who is proud to be the first one who met you, and his claiming mark on your neck told all the other hybrid that come after him that you belonged to him first. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who hates the others touching his tail, but will wrap them around your body if you were near him. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who will lick all over your body with his rough tongue, enjoying how your skin turns red with each lick. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who would call you a good owner for helping him with his rut, and that he will make sure that you can give birth to his kittens first, because he was the first hybrid you had anyway. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stops being clingy after his rut, but still would hiss when the other hybrids comes too close to you (his tail would still be hanging on your body, and only the tiger hybrid is brave enough to come near).

ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who secretly growled at the other canine hybrids in warning before he approach you to greet you for the first time at the adoption centre. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who disliked the other canine hybrid but was willing to get along with him just for you. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who learnt baking just because you mentioned that you were craving some cookies. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who pushes his nose into your chest as he humps against your leg, telling you that his rut is here. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who make sure you smell like him by coming all over your body during his rut, apologizing as he did so. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who asks you repeatedly whether he is a good boy as he ruts his hips into you (just tell him he is).

ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who was ready to fight the other ten hybrids in your household with his injuries to earn his place in your little pack (that you don't know of) when you first met. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who sits in your lap and asks you to preen his feathers almost everyday. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who leaves his feathers in your clothes as a claim of ownership over you. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan whose colourful wings will wrap around you as he gnaw along your collarbones. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would mimic and repeat your moans and he rock you into his sheets during his ruts. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would keep rubbing your buldging tummy, asking you to take "just a little more" as he keep cumming.

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[whore-ibly-hot]

Hello!! Ive been a fan of your yandere boarding school since the first part! And i was just wondering if you could maybe wrote about something like what are their favourite like positions? Like maybe how Carter's is like reader is on their knees and positions wheres hes most likely in power? im so sorry if it doesnt make sense (,,•﹏•,,)

Love this, that's very Carter.

Harrison: He wants typical missionary, or even getting your legs on his shoulders, but he has to see your face. He knows something like Doggy would maybe make you feel better, but he wants to see how pretty you look with him on top. He doesn't want you over-exerting yourself, he's your man, an athlete! Its his job to use that stamina to please you. No need for cowgirl or anything like that. Just let him take care of you.

Pez: Doesn't necessarily have a favorite position, but he's very into risky public sex. Sex under the bleachers at an event, sneaking away to do it in one of the locker rooms, that's what he wants. He likes teasing you about keeping it down while simultaneously trying to up how loud he makes you moan each time. Let him bend you up over the sink counter and go to town, he'll take the fall if you're caught.

Tyler: Giving and receiving oral is actually his favorite. He's a chef, everything he's good at comes from his tongue and sense to taste. Believe me, he's good with his mouth. He likes how intimate it is. In his head, people hook up all the time, rutting away, but he thinks it takes a little more intimacy to do oral. And he loves giving praise, he wants to make sure you know how good your doing. That's easy when he's able to brace himself against a chair or couch while you go to town.

Evan: Doggy for sure. He likes how dominant it makes him feel, how animalistic it is. He also likes that he can kind of pin you down, keeping you there. Feeling you squirm while he has easy access to grope the rest of you whole pounding away is perfect for him. Besides, he spends most of his time in the locker room, and there's plenty spots to get you bent over in there.

Joseph: Whatever position you want, he wants, but he's also a fan of missionary. It lets him go slow, and his body pressed flush to yours feels about as intimate as it can get. With missionary, it gives him enough control with speed and depth to take suggestions from you, he's very eager for feedback. His dirty secret is he wants to film it sometime, video himself in a p.o.v. type shot going at it with you. He's far too scared to ask you for it, but after you seem him glance at his camera enough during, you get the idea.

Carter: Like anon said, he prefers to feel he's in charge. However, as much as he likes you on your knees, under a desk or in his dorm servicing him, he likes having you on his lap. He gets easy access to any part of you'd he'd like, you have to bare it all but he doesn't even have to undress for it. He can make you rut against his thigh, or touch yourself, and he doesn't have to do a thing. He's big into making you work for his cock. It's only fair, all the time he spends looking after you.

[selenophyyy]

Slay Leer [Part One]

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Genre: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst, thriller, mystery

Words: 5.6k

Synopsis: Your relationship may appear sunshine outdoors, but there are scorching cracks seeping in the dynamic nevertheless, and now, you also have induced crippling anxiety of being watched at the back as well.

Recommended Song: Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

Note: Tidbit inspired by when the phone rings (you get the vibe~). There is also Kkuma starring in this. What more convincing reason do you need to read it? 🤨🤭

⚠︎Reader discretion is advised⚠︎

The curtains lift from your eyes. Clock hands read 9:40 P.M. The sun had dipped hours ago while you were dozing off. The table, piled with cold dishes, stared back at you after you took an uncomfortable nap waiting for your boyfriend, who never arrived for the dinner date.

As you wipe the dried drool, your rectangular device vibrates, the music singing an unknown number requesting a call. The digits barely form in your sight before you're distracted by the creaking door announcing a visitor.

Fatigued limbs of Seungcheol drag on the floorboards, squeaking under his swollen heels. Seeing you all dolled up pops up a missed reminder over his head.

His lips click, scripting a guilty apology in his head. A heavy blanket of guilt weighs on his heart as he stammers, “I—” regretting the hours of anticipation he'd caused and the subsequent letdown.

“Save it,” you huff, springing up. You swiftly stack up the untouched plates and utensils, moving around to clean up. He flinches at your pinching command.

“I'm really sorry,” he pleads, circling your wrist, halting your chores. “It took longer than expected—I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” With a shameful dip of his head, he admits, “I should have told you earlier.”

You heavy out, not meeting his eyes. “You could’ve at least let me know you’d be late.”

He earnestly nods. “You’re right. I’ll be better about that.”

The tension coils for a moment as you look up, meeting his anxious eyes. The irritation in your chest soon starts to evaporate, though the long wait still pricks.

“You better,” you softly mutter. He casts a nervous smile, pecking your cheek in relief.

“I promise,” he quietly pledges.

Seungcheol fulfills his promise by taking you out next Sunday.

The sun pities the couple, shining silky hues of happy luminance. Its warmth caresses your skin, providing solace.

The air mingles with stale sweat, blended musky soil, and faint odors of spilled drinks and foods stained in fabrics as Seungcheol sandwiches you through the crowd. His face masked and head ducked under the cap as he firmly grips your digits, guiding you through the maze.

Your jacket gets plucked, almost pushing you off balance, but upon inspection, you find nothing. You reason to yourself that it accidentally got pulled into such a packed setting, but you swear you feel a breeze kissing your back.

Upon escaping the crowd, greenery greeted the couple. Spikes of greenery bed the wavy land, blankets covering it with picnic baskets. People are babbling, kids run around chasing each other while some are munching their prepared sandwiches.

“Surprise!” He cheers; his lips roll up. He settles under a tree that offers soft hues of yellow and less crowd around. "We haven't had an outing in ages, and it's packed today," he whines, pulling off his mask. His lips fold down as he smoothens the blanket.

When he absorbs your silence, his neck rotates, and an audible gasp escapes him.

“What happened to your jacket?” He gasps, pointing at the long, awkward slit parting the back of the fabric (which was so casting unnecessary attention by passersby, oblivion to you).

Upon his interrogation, you slide it off. You are surprised that the unsettling cold wasn't just your imagination. Your jacket is slit up from the middle of the shoulder till the hem. It looks stabbed. The cuts are worn with fewer loose threads—it's been cut with something sharp. A blade perhaps.

Your head struggles to wrap around the motive of your injured jacket. No matter how much you don't want to believe it, it looks intentional.

Watch your back!

You shiver as an intrusive thought forms in your head. 

No, I'm overthinking. It can't be that deep. I’m imagining i—

“What happened to it?” He puzzles, his confusion snapping your thoughts.

“I don't know,” you falter. His fingertips run through the worming threads and parted fabrics, unable to make sense of it.

“Maybe it got ripped by something,” you make a guess.

“You are so weird and clumsy,” he draws a nervous titter, trying to diffuse the tension. You both are weirded out by it but shrug it off and resume your outing.

You flatten out the blanket, cozying on it. Seungcheol scoots closer to you as the breeze waves your hair. The gentle sunlight blends with the shady tree crowned over your heads.

“The weather is so nice,” he points out. After a tick of the clock, he marks your silence. “Everything okay?” He inquires, wording his concern.

You slowly shake your head, digging into the basket and fetching out the wrapped sandwiches.

“I was just zoning out,” you clarify, handing him his sandwich. He doesn't call out your furrowed eyebrows and stiff shoulders. He munches quietly, watching your lost face.

“I'm fine,” you nudge him, almost knocking him over.

“Hey!” he yelps. You laugh at his jutting lips. “It's not funny,” he huffs.

“I was just worried about you, you know,” he sulks, caging your fingers in his. Your eyes crinkle as warmth spreads on your lips. The weight on your shoulders eventually melts down.

Both of you burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. 

Not a moment later, your pink bubble bursts when a furry dog launches at your boyfriend.

He squeaks in surprise, balancing himself and the excited look-like of Kkuma. The animal licks his face frantically as Seungcheol cackles, trying to hold her down.

“Okay, okay. Calm down,” he pleads while chortling. He pets her back, soothing the animal into obedience. 

A warm curve canvases your face, watching somebody's loosened pet engulfing your man in love.

“Maybe she knows you have her sister,” you giggle, joining in on giving the jolly dog good rubs as you try to read off the contact attached to her collar.

Your laughter paralyzes upon witnessing the familiar sequence of the engraved phone number.

The digits were undoubtedly twins with the one you had received spam calls from earlier in the week.

You don't get to voice your concern and your finding as the dog flinches and runs off as the mischievous kids dent it with a flying soccer ball.

Your heart sinks into a flood of overwhelming mess. Seungcheol aggravatingly stomps there; the scolding of kids fades from your eardrums.

The day carries on, but your heavy heart drags you back through every hour.

The sun glares at you through translucent curtains. The birds ring up alarms, chirping tediously.

Your groggy figure stretches a yawn, being woken up to another day. Your head rests on the solid chest of your beloved, who is snoring off into dreamland.

Laziness and serenity of dawn still your limbs, letting you soak in the tranquility of your domestic morning.

After the clock laps a quarter, Seungcheol groggily greets you, “Good morning, love. You're already up?”

You hum, snuggling up to him. His fingers carded through your tousled hair, enjoying the early hour snuggles.

The phone rings, jolting your bones. Seungcheol chuckles as you get startled by a mere call.

The call cuts off before you get to peek at the ID.

“Scary cat,” he grins, poking your cheek. 

“I was just startled, okay?” You roll your eyes, explaining your jump.

“Sure~” he muses, making your lips fold down harder and your cheeks puff up.

“Okay, stop sulking,” he teases.

“I'm not!”

“Whatever you say, love,” his lips get curlier, enhancing your frown.

“Okay, okay,” he sniggers, giving in as he marks his defeat by kissing your crown. You melt instantly in his arms.

“What do you want to have for breakfast?” you ask, diverting his attention.

After feeding your bellies, Seungcheol ended up rounding back to work because of an urgent meeting.

“Let's watch a movie tonight, your pick,” he concedes, quickly bidding goodbye to your lips and heading off.

Your mediocre day goes by dusting off furniture and doing countless chores such as sweeping the floors, tidying up the rooms, and washing the stack of stained dishes. At the end, your clothes are all drenched and filthy.

You shed your fabrics, hopping in the shower. The sprinkles soak your skin; your fingers run through your damp strands, washing up.

The mist caresses you in a blanket of warmth. A sense of pupils pours into your pores.

Fog evaporates from your mouth as your perception sharpens. Your neck twirls, only to be greeted with critters accompanying your shower.

You shrug it off, feeling silly for getting spooked out of nothing.

After stepping out of the humidity, you go about your day. You reply to cluttered emails, read a bit of the novel, and doom-scroll the whole morning.

In the evening, the wrangle of strangled actors carries on in the film, which you barely bat an eye at. Seungcheol’s fingers latch onto your middle, cozying up to you. A yawn escapes from the edge of his conscience. His toiled head lolls to your slope of the shoulder.

“Tired?” You ask, skimming through his strands. He vibrates an exhausted hum.

“Should I turn it off?” You suggest. He disagrees with a shake of the head, finding the noise soothing as background. Your fingers continue flowing through his hair as you resume your concentration back to the screen.

As the clock ticks by, erratic thoughts start to chew your attentiveness. Your recollection files through events that occurred recently. Odd incidents had been keeping you on edge. Nothing made sense of it. Unable to interpret, your gaze travels back to the television, the actress wrapped up in tension as she is hiding from her chaser.

A headline banner running at the hem of the screen grabs your attention, displaying a familiar cell number accompanied by a missing case of a dog.

Stupefaction makes you rub your eyes, and the digits curve back into different numbers.

Did I just hallucinate?

You wonder as the shock makes your muscles strain, altering Seungcheol from a change in atmosphere. He stirs, confused by the sudden tension.

“Everything okay?” He mutters as confusion drips from his question.

“My shoulder is sore,” you say, scratching your nape.

“Is my head that heavy?” Seungcheol snickers.

“You are not that smart,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon, we both know I got the brains,” he impishly elbows you, grinning up.

The wrinkles of tension iron out as the couple engages in light-hearted banter. The film continues buzzing in the background, no one paying any mind to it.

The night eventually colors out. You go along with your routine as the days roll by.

The notorious calls ring up frequently, turning your brain squishy and anxious.

After chewing out your nails, you decide to lend the obnoxious caller an ear.

“Hello?” Your question hangs in the air, getting silent treatment.

“Who is this?” You swallow a lump. “Why do you keep calling me?” You continue pressing on the interrogation.

A swish of silence breezes by, your tongue drying up from scorching tension.

“What do you wa—” 

A loud, piercing yelp echoed through the phone, silencing you this time. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“What's happening? Are you hurt? No—are you hurting someone?” Your fingers tremble as you clutch your phone tighter, blood rushing in your ears.

The whimpering sobs go on, sounding less and less like a human.

It sounds young. A child?

A broken bark shatters your doubts.

It's a dog!

Another melancholic yelp rips through the phone, followed by a muffled shuffling of air getting cracked. The sickening sound of something—a leather belt perhaps meeting fur—came next, followed by a desperate whimper. The abuse was brutal and relentless.

Your hand shot to your mouth, muffling the scream boiling in your chest.

“Please!” You cry as your begging escapes you in a desperate, ragged gasp. “Please stop!”

The blood starts pounding in your ears, drowning out everything except the tortured cries of the pitiful creature. You stand paralyzed and helpless, perhaps miles away from the pitiful creature.

“STOP!” The shrilling shriek pricks your throat as it vomits out.

Your breath chokes off, and your mind whirls in every direction. You scribble through every who and why, but you cannot reach a conclusion. A dog getting abused—

Kkuma!

The phone slips from your fingertips, clattering to the floor. You bloat in the bedroom with unsteady legs; the floorboards crack under your run. You have to do something, anything, to stop this nightmare. You have to make sure Seungcheol's beloved daughter is safe and sound. 

You barge into the bedroom, heaving out with relief, leaning against the door frame as your gaze falls on blissfully oblivious Kkuma licking her paw.

She gleefully squeaks a bark at you, happy with your visit. Unable to bleed out worry, you cradle her in your arms. Your fingers soften through her pearl fur. She leans in your touch, wiggling her tail happily.

“I'm sorry.” Your apology quivers. “I'm so sorry.” Your tears soak her fur. She lolls her head in confusion at your sudden meltdown. Your apology rings to no one in particular as you sob your heart out.

In a futile attempt to provide comfort, Kkuma licks the tears off your cheeks. She lets out a drawn bark, puzzled by the endlessly flowing river.

After flushing out your dams for an hour, you sit, leaning against the wall. All energy drained out of you. You don’t hear the door creaking, Seungcheol arriving home.

You are vaguely aware of his presence when he finds you scooted against the wall with stained tears and Kkuma in your arms. You don’t register his wrinkled face with concern, nor do you acknowledge his worried words, which escape his lips.

You fluidly go through the motions as he tucks you in bed after abandoning an unavailing interrogation of your state.

You can’t decide if the call last night bothers you more or his silence about that strange incident the next morning.

You can't help stealing glances his way as you nibble your breakfast. You part your lips to question him, but the squeaky bark of Kkuma interrupts you both. She tilts her head, as if asking how you are holding up.

You crouch down, rubbing her fur with a pat of assurance, soothing her worries. You're too busy coddling her to notice that Seungcheol left without bidding goodbyes.

Your whole day goes by with a flood waving in your chest, keeping you drenched in discomfort. Luckily, your mind stays occupied with completing tasks of the day.

When the sun dips below the horizon, you offer Kkuma an occasional treat as her dinner. She giddily nips her food, wiggling her tail jollily. It slightly lifts the weight from your chest.

After a quarter of a night, Seungcheol returns home.

“You're back,” you crook your neck up. He gives an exhausted nod.

Silence stretches out.

“Have you had dinner yet?” You attempt to disperse silence. On cue, his stomach confesses noisily.

“Get changed; I'll get the table ready,” you give a traced smile, standing up. He doesn't protest, scratching his nape at the confession of his loud hunger. He pads off to freshen up.

After changing, he joins you at the table. He doesn't even spring up his neck to meet your eyes.

Your teeth dip into your lip, your gaze darting at corners at his lingering silence.

“Is everything okay?” You muster up your question.

“I'm just tired from work,” monotones Seungcheol as his eyes are still boring into his dinner.

Your head droops, your fingers fiddling with loose threads of fabric. The silence shadows the couple again.

The chair scrapes the floorboards as he finishes his dinner. Your ears pick up the shuffling of his steps, the tap running as he washes his dishes.

Without thinking, your feet lead you to his back, your arms swirling around his waist. He freezes momentarily, feeling your cheek squished against his back.

“Why are you acting like this?” your throat quivers, unfamiliar vulnerability creeping in. He lets out a sigh. After a beat, he turns off the tap and dries his hands with a cloth.

He faces you, his gaze locking with your crimson-rimmed eyes.

“I should be the one asking that,” he scowls, his tone biting your heart. His arms crossed.

Your breath hitches in your throat. For a moment, the air feels humid, suffocating. The weight of his words sinks in like a cold stone, making you hesitate. The sharpness in his tone makes your pulse race, but you refuse to let him see you crumbling. Your fingers twitch as you pull away from his waist. You meet his narrowed glare, straightening your spine, but the chill of rage creeps through your bones, making your body tremble.

“What does that mean?” You press on, despite already suspecting an answer.

“You know what I’m talking about!” He seethes, his anger flaring up. You swallow a lump, darting his eyes. At your petrified stance, his eyes wrinkles shut. He lets out a heavy exhale of regret, running his fingers through his strands.

The flowing rage in his veins steals his arms crossed, as if stifling it from bursting out. “It means I’m trying to figure out whatever the hell is going on with you, and you’ve just—” He cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh. “Shut me out. Again.”

“I…,” You moisten your lips, trying to slip out the words stuck to your throat. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Yeah, I know,” irritation seeps into his tone as he shakes his head. “But you’re still doing it.”

The silence presses down on you both, the distance between you stretching so wide it feels impossible to bridge it.

“I—,” you click your tongue, torn between coming clean or taking the safer road. “I’ve been stressed. I didn’t—I didn’t mean to,” you settle on a safe one, though it doesn't feel enough. “I’m so sorry.”

After a tick of the clock, he nods. You don't notice the foiled disappointment in his eyes. Despite accepting your dry apology, he doesn't meet your glassy eyes.

You shuffle uncomfortably, unsure if he had forgiven you.

Is he still angry at me?

… Well, probably.

“I know I shouldn't have; you didn't deserve it,” you press on your guilt vocally. “I'm really sorry,” your apology genuinely quivers.

“You…,” he trails off, meeting your sorry gaze. His pupils soften as he lets out a long, weary sigh. He clenches his fist, having so much to say yet nothing to yell. He wants to scream at you, forcing your own cold poison down your throat that you had been feeding him. Yet he can’t stand your guilty eyes and just wants it all to be over.

He twirls his heels, walking out of the mess he doesn’t want to face. He jogs faster, hearing your cries echoing behind the closed doors.

He runs away faster and faster, stripping the despair down his shoulders.

Shadows shroud the house when he arrives home late at night. He casts a long stare at the closed door of your shared bedroom. You are probably asleep by now, he concludes. He doesn’t join you in bed. He opts to curl up on the small, uncomfortable couch.

The next morning, the sunrise greets him with glittery rays. He stifles a yawn, taken aback by the sudden weight on top of him. Your unkempt strands rub his jaw as you stir around in your uncomfortable sleep.

His arms stay spread out like an awkward bird with sprung wings. When sleep fades from your eyes, you jerk up. You scratch your nape, feeling anxious and awkward at his reaction. He makes no comment as you shuffle into the cushion beside him.

Both of you find corners to stare into with tension weighting your shoulders. The unspoken words blanket a suffocating silence. His gaze is distant, just as his thoughts are elsewhere, tangled within the mess that had passed. You shift uncomfortably, your fingers twitching, yearning to reach out but not knowing how.

You clear your throat, the sound so small it feels like it could shatter the fragile air around you. “You…You know I didn’t mean it, right? What I said… How I had been acting…”

He doesn’t spare you a glance, his jaw tightening, muscles rigid as if he’s holding something in—something that could break the thread of peace if spilled over. His weighted words leave in a low octave, “I know, but it doesn't make it go away.”

Your mouth rips open, incapable of spitting out the right words. You swallow your guilt. Your repeated apologies even start sounding empty to you—like an irritating barking.

The odd barking echoes in your ears of that day. Your fingers clutch your dress as your breath shortens. Your world spins around and around, yet you can't find any answer to the odd happenings to you.

“I need some time,” he sighs obliviously and walks out without giving you a glance.

Your heart sinks into itself, cutting into your senses. Your breath evaporates. You bang your chest, heaving loudly. Tears flow down your red cheeks.

You cry, wail, and sob your sorrows over and over. Your throat scratches from crying out tears. Confusion fogs your brain, yet your heart aches painfully.

Nothing makes sense—nothing! Yet your bones chill whenever you receive those ‘spam’ calls.

Your phone rings at your recall, jumping your shoulders. You can't make out the digits through a blurry gaze, but you know it's that phone number.

Speak of the devil!

Your wobbly fingers haul your phone at something. You don't know what it collided with, but a loud thud silences its taunting ringing.

Your heart thumps again; you choke out a breath.

I'm not picking it up!

You huff out a promise to yourself.

After staring off into walls for countless rounds of the clock, you muster up some energy to distract yourself. You decide to make a trip to fetch some groceries and inhale some fresh air.

Upon stepping out, the breeze flows off your hair. You breathe in some fresh air, your shoulders relaxing down. Your mind is still a muddled mess of confusion, hurt, and restlessness that boils into poisonous sentiments.

The sky cries at your misery, the pitter-patter of rain staining down your cheeks. The soaking pavement and the perfume of soil and wet leaves spray the air, creating a rainy aroma.

The clouds' condolence comforts you; you pad to the store without a care for your drenching clothes. People around the street contrast you, covering their heads with their bags and cursing under their breaths as they scramble to find some shelter.

You walk into the quiet convenience store with no other customer in sight. Your fingers pat off the soaked clothes—though it won't make much of a difference. You ruffle your dripping hair; the drops swing around. You straddle off to the pet food section. After that incident, you had been spoiling Kkuma more to put your heart at ease.

You scan the aisle, looking at the expiration dates and brands. You find her favorite treats. As you're busy deciding on her snack, a shuffling passes behind you.

Click

You jerk around hearing an electric click go off—as if a picture snapped. But no one is present in your sight.

You shudder, your guts clenching at the ominous aura. You quickly grab the puffed bag and head to the counter.

“Did anyone come in?” you ask the cashier. She gives you a disinterested shake of the head while running through your item. You quickly make your purchase and swiftly jog out.

Your feet sped up on the silky pavement. You jog as your feet catch their speed, accelerating into a run without looking back.

As you reach home, your palm weighs on your knees, hovering over as you catch your breath. Upon bending the doorknob, Seungcheol's head jerks up.

“Where were you?” He fumes.

“To the convenience store—”

“At this hour?” He infuriatingly questions your explanation.

“And what’s wrong with stepping out at this hour?” You retaliate, rolling your eyes as you drop the bag on the table.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” he warns.

You bite your tongue, realizing you're sinking deeper into your grave. You clench your fist, letting out a constipated sigh of surrender. Your sloped shoulders peel off a layer of anger and despair from his heart. He is tired of constant arguments, and he knows you are too.

His nails dig into your shoulder, turning you around.

“Can we stop fighting?” You plead first. He closes his tight jaw, dipping a faint nod.

The gravity presses down on the couple, demanding a shift of atmosphere. The constant echoes of silence ripple with discomfort—a slow, suffocating pressure neither of you can avoid anymore. He nestles on the couch again, his back straight, his hands folded tightly in his lap. You stand at its edge, hesitant, uncertain, but knowing you can't avoid this moment.

“Can we… talk?” you meekly request. Your tender voice mutters on the verge of breaking down at the smallest touch, but you push forward anyway.

He glances up at you, his gaze soft but guarded. He stays quiet at first, only shifts slightly, an invitation to sit.

You dip on the cushion beside him, leaving a breathing room. You both need room to breathe, to process. The tension still lingers, but it’s different now—quieter, more palpable.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” you start, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. “About us…about that fight. And… maybe you’re right.”

He doesn’t spare you a glance. His jaw clenched tight, but his quietness signals that he's listening.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you,” you continue, the words tumbling out faster now, like you’re racing against the weight of them. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. But… I also don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

He exhales sharply as his shoulders slide down, less rigid. He shifts slightly, holding onto his silence. You glance at him, your voice quieter now, trying to hold on to your composure.

“I know I messed up. I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve been so focused on myself, on what I experienced, that I forgot about us. I forgot about you.”

He turns towards you, his eyes searching your face, and for the first time in a long while, you feel like he’s really looking at you. Not with anger, not with hurt, but with something softer, more open. It’s not forgiveness yet, but it’s something like a crack in the wall that has stood between you both.

“I hurt you too,” he says after a long pause, his voice buried, muddied with regret and fatigue. “I didn’t listen to you. I just… I got angry, shutting you out. And I should’ve been there and…better.”

Your heart pinches at his admission, and it stirs something inside you. His vulnerability, his willingness to take responsibility, pulls your soul closer to him. It’s a sign, a crack in the dam that’s been holding back the genuine connection between you both.

“Is there something you want to say?” He throws the bait.

“No.” You swallow.

Your mind tapes you from speaking it out while your heart wants to vomit it out. He scans your hesitant stance, acknowledging you’re not ready for this conversation. He nods to himself, his eyes dart off at corners in disappointment. Seeing your failure on his face, you clip your lips.

“I think we’ve both been holding on to the wrong things,” his voice dips with dissatisfaction, diverting the conversation. “We’ve been holding on to hurt, to all the things we think we can’t change. But maybe—maybe we should let go of all of that.”

You nod along, not fully sure of where your feet are dipping in this sea of mayhem, but a flicker of a wave borns hope. “We should start over.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his gaze steady now. “We should. No more… No more making the same mistakes.”

A deep breath fills the space between you both, a silent agreement that something is shifting. He reaches for your hand, and for the first time in a long time, it feels natural. No hesitation. No doubt.

“Maybe we can start over,” your fragile proclamation expresses firmly. “Take it slow. No pressure. Just… figuring out what we really need. Together.”

He squeezes your hand, his grip warm and firm, grounding you. “Together,” he echoes, the promise heavier than you can comprehend.

The silence flows off smoothly, with no restraint this time. This one allows space for healing, for growth. There is a lot to be done, but you will take another step with him. Together.

And for the first time in what feels like a long time, there’s hope. Not the naive kind that ignores the reality of everything you’ve been through, but the kind that knows the path forward won’t be easy, but it’s one worth taking.

I’m not ready to tell him.

Your heart drips with guilt for wrapping up secrets from him.

He silently curves you in his arms. His fingers run through your hair, caressing your head.

After the stars twinkle a few rounds, Seungcheol's exhausted frame reminds you of his presence.

“I'm still here,” he reminds you softly. “I'll still be here…regardless of what you do.”

Your fingers curl into his shirt at his implied disappointment—or suspicion. You wonder, unsure.

A soft kiss brushes the crown of your head, pulling you away from your thoughts.

After that night, the dynamic had brewed up into searing tension, slowly wearing off into softness, which leaves a taste of awkwardness. Despite foiled secrets, the couple finds themselves back on the track.

On a lazy Sunny, you sip your lemonade, swinging your legs. The gentle rays caress your skin, soothing you into drowsiness. You hum along the stray squirrel, who is munching at the corner of your porch. You loved lazy weekends, but unfortunately, Seungcheol's company summoned him again, preventing him from accompanying you on your day off.

Your phone pings up a notification. You lift it up, swiping open the unknown message.

Your breath chains up.

It’s a picture.

A picture of your back in the shower.

The cellphone thumps onto the floor. Your feet bolt you towards the bathroom.

You breathe heavily as you swing open the door. Your eyes frantically scan every corner, object and walls.

“Focus!” You scold yourself. You take breaths on counts, trying to calm yourself. You think through the angle of the picture that's already engraved in your head. From above.

Your neck springs up. The lightbulb.

You're quick to drag over the stool, stepping on it. Instantly, your fingers pull out the bulb. There's a black mole in the skirt of its shade.

No, it's a microcamera!

Your trembling hands peel it off. Your knees wobble, barely stepping down without falling over.

The turmoil stirs into a tornado in your chest. Nonconsensual flashes of the past peel off your peace. The bead of violation—unfairness of the world—sinks deeper and deeper in your arteries.

A volcano of sob erupts your grief. You fold over, wailing and scratching your throat with screaming.

Why?

Why me?

Tears flow down into a flood of your misery. Kkuma's concerning barks echo from the other side of the door.

The familiar ringtone echoes from the porch, making you sprint out towards it.

Upon arriving, you pick up your phone.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You screech out first. A snicker grates your desperation.

“I'm just making your little world more entertaining,” they snigger.

“Please stop!—” The plea cracks, terror flooding your request.

“Stop?” an automated heavy voice scoffs. “This is your punishment. You asked for it! Ignore me one more time and I'll make sure your body is pasted on every website and you’ll be just as famous as your flashy man.”

Tears close off your throat as you stand frozen. Fear seeps into your bones, cold and heavy, as the horrifying consequences flash through your mind.

“That jacket…the dog—was it you?” You croak out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You're not as dumb as I thought,” a haughty laughter bubbles out through the phone. “Yes, it was me! At first, I just wanted to scare you a little. But now? You are so much more fun to play with!” The confession rings out, loud and enthusiastic, almost too eerily cheerful.

“Let’s play a little game!” they purr, the words dripping with malicious delight. “From now on, you’ll pick up every call and do what I say. Doesn’t that sound…exciting?” Their laughter is a low, mocking chortle, full of menace.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You snap, exploding with fury.

“Tsk, tsk! Not so bold now, are we, missy?” They taunt, the sneer lingering in their tone, sending a chill down your spine.

You scream, your lungs burning with force, but all that fills you is the icy grip of fear and helplessness, seeping into your veins like poison.

“Enough!” They snap, their voice rising with venom. “You’d better listen or you know exactly where you’ll end up—exposed, humiliated.” The words cut through you, the threat sinking in your mind, draining it of all coherence.

The weight of the threat wraps around your neck like a chain, forcing your head down and your body to tremble. You crumple, your heart spilling out in broken sobs, each echoing through the empty room, a soundtrack to their twisted delight.

Your future. Your reputation. Your very life—everything is now a toy in their hands.

“LET’S PLAY!” They giggle, the sound high and childish, the clap of their hands sharp and triumphant through the line.

And with that, the game began—the one you had already lost before you realized it had started.

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The Maestro 0001 - the invitation

word count - 2.8k words pairings - seventeen ot13 x fem!oc genre - mature, dark romance, cultish/yandere, mystery, crack chapter warnings - none

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Dear Ms. Kang Raeyang,

It is with sincere solemnity that we extend our invitation to you. You have been chosen to reside within the Maestro, as per your parents' prior instructions, following their untimely departure.

In the midst of our condolences, we trust that you will heed this summons and join us promptly.

Yours faithfully,

The Residents of the Maestro

The apartment complex loomed over the quiet street. Its sleek exterior, while undeniably contemporary, exuded an aura of mystery and unease. The building's design was a juxtaposition of sharp angles and smooth curves, creating an unsettling yet intriguing silhouette against the skyline. Dark tinted windows lined its façade, offering no glimpse into the secrets hidden within.

As I approached, a chill seemed to linger in the air, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere around the Maestro seemed to be cloaked in a thick fog, obscuring the true nature of what lay beyond its imposing exterior. Despite its modernity, there was something ancient and foreboding about the building, as if it held secrets that had been buried for centuries. It loomed over the surrounding landscape like a silent sentinel, watching, waiting.

A heavy iron gate stood sentinel at the entrance, its bars twisted into elaborate designs that seemed to writhe and shift in the shifting light. Beyond it, a cobblestone path disappeared into the darkness.

In front of the entrance, a small security post with tinted windows stood like a sentinel, its presence adding to the eerie atmosphere. My breath hitched as I grip the invitation tightly, slowly approaching the post. 

Upon inspection, the post seems to be empty. Its tinted windows give no clue of whether there was anyone inside of it. I raised my knuckles, politely knocking on the window three times. 

“Hello?”

The sound echoed hollowly in the still air. For a moment, there was no response, just the faint chirp of a passing bird. Then, a shuffling noise came from within, followed by the creak of a chair.

A figure emerged from the shadows, their features obscured by the tinted glass. They leaned forward, peering out at me with unseen eyes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Their voice was muffled, distant, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Erm, h-hi," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I received an invitation to... to live here."

There was a moment of silence, as if the figure was considering my words. Then, with a slight nod, they reached out and slid open a small panel at the base of the window.

"Give it here," they said, their voice low and gravelly.

I hesitated for a moment before passing the invitation through the opening. The figure took it, their hand disappearing back into the darkness.

It felt like eternity, before they slid the window door open with a metallic scrape. A man sat behind the window, holding the invitation. He wore a black, security guard’s outfit and had a chiselled, handsome face with a strong, angular jawline and piercing eyes. His sleek black hair frames his face in waves, and he ran a veiny hand back his hair as he handed the invitation back. 

“You're… Miss Kang Raeyang?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a hint of intrigue.

I nodded, nervous under his strong and commanding presence. The man observed me with a judicious gaze, his eyes seeming to weigh every aspect of my being.

“My name is Choi Seungcheol,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a hidden weight. His lips formed a tight smile, but there was a hint of something unreadable in his eyes, shrouded behind a veil of mystery. “I’m a resident and the security guard here.”

“I’ve been told to… show you around,” he continued, his tone betraying a reluctance. Cautiously, I bowed in response, feeling a shiver run down my spine. “I’m Kang Raeyang. Nice to meet you.”

Seungcheol shut the window panes with a deliberate click. The iron gates slowly opened, and he stepped out of his post, his movements smooth and controlled. He handed me a card, his eyes flickering to the luggage behind me.

“Your apartment has been prepared by your parents, Miss Kang,” he informed me, his tone neutral but his gaze penetrating. “This is the key card to your apartment, 201.”

“Thank you… You can call me Raeyang, by the way,” I replied, my voice a little uncertain as I peered at the keycard with interest. It was the size of a credit card, plain black with a ‘M’ logo in gold. A small ‘201’ was etched in the corner of the card.

Seungcheol hummed softly, his expression unreadable as I looked back up at him. “Likewise. You can just call me Seungcheol.”

There was a period of awkward silence. Seungcheol's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if assessing something beyond the surface. Then, with a nod, he motioned towards my luggage.

"You can leave them here," he said, his tone softening just slightly. "I'll take care of your luggage. Follow me."

With that, he turned and began walking towards the entrance of the building. I fell into step beside him, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity about what lay ahead. As we walked, the grandeur of the Maestro became even more apparent. The intricate details of the architecture seemed to come alive in the fading light, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone path.

Seungcheol remained mostly silent as we walked, his footsteps echoing in the quiet surroundings. Occasionally, he would look towards a certain direction, as if expecting somebody to be waiting there. But nobody ever showed up.

Finally, we reached the entrance, where the heavy black doors stood slightly ajar. Seungcheol pushed them open with a gentle push, revealing the dimly lit foyer beyond.

"After you," he said, his voice soft but commanding, as if granting permission to enter a forbidden realm.

I stepped inside, feeling a rush of anticipation as the doors closed behind me with a soft thud. I found myself in awe of a grand lobby adorned with marble floors and ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The room was bathed in a warm golden glow, the light casting intricate patterns on the polished surfaces.

Seungcheol gestured towards the row of gleaming elevators at the far end of the lobby.

"Your apartment is on the second floor," he explained, his voice echoing faintly in the spacious room. I nodded, following him towards the elevators. The doors slid open silently as we approached, revealing a plush interior with mirrored walls. Seungcheol pressed the button for the second floor, and the elevator began its ascent with a soft hum.

As we rose, I couldn't help but steal glances at Seungcheol. There was something about him, something mysterious and intriguing, that drew me in despite my apprehension. 

After Mum and Dad died in the sudden car crash, they left me nothing but some money and an instruction to wait for an invitation to an apartment building, which they had signed me up for. But why? Why this place? Why didn’t they tell me anything when they were alive?

These questions plagued my thoughts as the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open, revealing a long hallway lined with doors. Seungcheol led the way, his steps echoing on the polished floor. As we reached the door marked with the number 201, Seungcheol paused. “Here.”

With a deep breath, I slid the keycard into the lock and pushed open the door, stepping into the apartment that was to be my new home. Inside, the space was bathed in soft lamplight, casting a warm glow over the furnishings. It was tastefully decorated, with touches of elegance and comfort that spoke of my parents' love and care.

But even as I took in the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease lingered in the air. What secrets lay hidden behind these walls? And why had my parents chosen to keep me in the dark?

"New neighbour?" I jumped at the new voice, turning around. A young man stood in front of the door opposite mine, his almond-shaped eyes peering at me with interest. He was dressed in a plain white tank top that accentuated his toned arms,and blue jeans that hugged his legs comfortably. Seungcheol frowned.

"Soonyoung, you scared her."

"Sorry," Soonyoung scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I was just about to go over to Chan’s; he had a new routine to show me."

If Seungcheol’s aura was commanding and mysterious, Soonyoung was the opposite. He cheerfully walked over to us, holding out a hand. "Hi, I’m Kwon Soonyoung. You can call me by my stage name Hoshi," he beamed, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "I live in 202.”

“I’m Kang Raeyang. You can just call me by my name,” I said, shaking his hand carefully. His skin was cool to the touch, like it was dipped in iced water. “Nice to meet you, Hoshi.”

Soonyoung gave me another huge smile before turning to Seungcheol. “How come you’re the one showing Raeyang around? I thought Jeonghan hyung was supposed to do the job.”

Seungcheol's expression shifted subtly, a shadow passing over his features before he replied, "Jeonghan is busy with other matters."

Soonyoung nodded, though there was a curious glint in his eyes as he glanced back at me “Well, I really need to go. You can always look for me if you need help,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his apartment door. ���See you around, Raeyang.” 

With that, he flashed me one last bright smile before bouncing off towards the elevator. Seungcheol cleared his throat, attracting my attention. 

“Your parent’s lawyer lives in the Maestro,” he said. “He will be here shortly to explain some things to you. I advise you to wait in the apartment while I go get your luggage.”

I nodded, taking in his words. The mention of my parents' lawyer only added to the mystery surrounding this place.

"Alright," I replied. "I'll wait in the apartment."

Seungcheol gave a curt nod before heading off to retrieve my luggage. As I watched him go, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to this building—and to my parents' intentions—than met the eye. 

I entered my apartment. It was small and cosy, with a few decorative plants scattered around. The soft light filtering in through the windows added to the warm atmosphere. Seungcheol mentioned that my parents had decorated the place for me, and I smiled when I saw a framed photo of my parents and I on the counter.

The sight of their smiling faces brought a bittersweet pang to my heart. Despite the unanswered questions surrounding their sudden passing, it was comforting to have a piece of them here with me.

I moved further into the apartment, exploring the space. The living area was furnished with a comfortable-looking couch and a coffee table, while the kitchenette boasted modern appliances and neatly organised cabinets. Another soft smile found its way to my face when I saw a bookshelf filled with books on the wall. 

A hallway led to the bedroom, where a cosy-looking bed awaited me, adorned with soft blankets and plump pillows. It was a simple yet inviting space, one that felt like home despite its unfamiliarity.

I left the bedroom, taking a book from the shelves before settling on the couch. The Girls, by Emma Cline. I frowned, staring at the cover of the book.

Strange. I don’t read books of this genre.

Just as I was about to open the book and flip through its pages, the doorbell rang. I hurried over to the door, revealing a tall, lean man standing outside. His presence exuded a sense of polished professionalism. He stood tall and composed, with an air of confidence that commanded attention. His dark hair was neatly styled, framing his face in a way that accentuated his striking features.

Dressed in a well-fitted suit, the man spoke, his voice was smooth and articulate, carrying a sense of assurance.

"Miss Kang Raeyang?" he said, his tone professional yet warm. I nodded. “You’re my parent’s lawyer?”

His lips were set in a gentle curve and his eyes crinkled kindly into a crescent moon. “Yes. My name is Hong Jisoo, or Joshua. Do you mind if I help you with these?” He gestured to the luggages behind him. “Cheol had to rush back, so he told me to help you.”

“Oh, thank you, Joshua!” I said gratefully. Joshua flashed me a small smile before he easily lifted the two heavy suitcases into the apartment. "I am sure that you have many questions, Miss Kang," Joshua said as I quickly pushed the suitcases into the bedroom. "I’ll try my best to answer them.” 

“Please, take a seat. I’ll make you some tea… Do you have a preference?” I turned to Joshua, who sat on the couch. He thought for a moment.

“Some earl grey tea will do, Miss Kang,” Joshua replied.

“Alright. Do call me Raeyang,” I replied as I busied myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove and retrieving the tea leaves and cups. The layout of the kitchen was surprisingly similar to the one in the house where both my parents and I lived.

As I waited for the water to boil, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation and nervousness that hung in the air. Peeking from the kitchen, I could see Joshua looking around the living room, humming contentedly. He seems nice… and very handsome.

In fact, the three men I’ve come across were all very good looking. Seungcheol, mysterious. Hoshi, friendly. Joshua here gives me an aura of a gentleman.

I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts, and went back to preparing the tea. When it was ready, I set it on a tray, placing it in front of Joshua.

"Here…" I said, offering Joshua the tray with a small smile.

Joshua gave me a nod of thanks as he took a cup and had a sip of the warm tea. “Like I said earlier, Raeyang, I’m pretty sure you have many questions about this arrangement. I cannot promise that I know the answer to all of them, but I am pretty sure I can answer some basic ones.” He sat the cup down back on the tray, turning to me. “Let’s hear them.”

“Firstly, when did my parents get me an apartment in this place?” I questioned. 

“Your parents actually own this building, Raeyang,” Joshua dropped the bombshell, his words heavy with significance. I gaped at him in shock. “What?”

“In fact, I am considered a tenant of yours,” Joshua continued, taking another sip of tea. “Now that your parents have passed, and the building is under your name.”

“I-I see…” I stammered, still digesting the fact. “I never knew…”

“Now you do.” Joshua said kindly. “If I am not wrong, the documents are in your letterbox already. Have Cheol shown you where it is?” I shook my head robotically in answer. “No worries, I'll retrieve it for you.”

“Thank you.” I composed myself. “Secondly… Did my parents leave anything else for me other than this building?”

Joshua shook his head. “I’m afraid not.” I nodded. “I see. Since when did my parents own this building?”

“For quite a long time.” Joshua answered. “Perhaps, around the time when you were born.”

Twenty five years? I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of disbelievement. How could Mum and Dad keep something like that from me for twenty-five years? What other secrets are they keeping from me? 

“I understand how you are feeling now, Raeyang.” Joshua’s smooth voice pulled me out of my darkening thoughts. It was then I realised that tears were gathering in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, embarrassed. “Sorry…” 

“There’s no need to apologise, Raeyang,” Joshua said gently, his eyes filled with empathy. “It’s perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed by all of this. Your parents loved you very much, and I’m sure they had their reasons for keeping this from you.” 

I must have said my thoughts out loud. "I guess so…" I sniffed, dabbing at my eye. Joshua turned away for a moment, peering intently at the artificial plant next to the couch. I was grateful for him to give me a little private moment to gather my thoughts.

When I composed myself, Joshua turned back to me. “Let’s talk about this another day,” he suggested, reaching for the tea again. “Over here at the Maestro, we usually would have dinner together. The residents of the Maestro,” he added, noticing my look of confusion. “You should join us; it’ll be a great way for you to get to know the rest of us later.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the suggestion. "That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Joshua."

Joshua smiled warmly. "Of course, Raeyang. Over here, we all support each other. You’re part of us now.” He stood up and I followed him. “Dinner starts at seven, apartment 301. If you’re not sure of where to go, just look for Soonyoung. I believe you have already met him.”

“I’ll see you out,” I said, following him to the door. Before he left, Joshua turned to me, holding out his hand with a smile on his face.

“I forgot to say this,” he said softly as I held onto his ice-cold palms, shaking them. “Welcome to the family, Raeyang.”

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Oooh you do yandere stuff?? Can I please have something for yandere Joshua Graham, either headcanons or the alphabet would be great!

Yandere Joshua Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.7k ➼ Warnings » yandere themes ➼ Genre » Romantic, Yandere

Affection - How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Joshua shows his affection through how he shelters you. He hates it when you leave the camp without him, and does everything he can to ensure you won't end up being a target for the White Legs or any other Legionary assassin that may come for him again. He's fully aware of the influence Ceasar has and would take this aspect of your relationship very seriously. You won't leave without someone else going with you. He simply won't allow it.

Blood - How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

In a normal relationship, Joshua would be more hesitant to show how violent he can get. But, in this situation, all the drive to hide who he really is goes out the window. He's willing to go as far as he needs to when it comes to you. Anyone necessary. The tribals, your companions, and even Daniel. He'd slaughter them all if it meant you'd be safe. He'd even do it in front of you.

Cruelty - How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No. He thinks it's rude. It's not your fault that you aren't as experienced as he is. In fact, the whole reason he'd abduct you is to be able to keep a better eye on you. Making fun of you for something that was inevitably going to happen isn't something he's prone to doing.

Darling - Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He's going to have you baptized, whether you want to or not, but besides that, he wouldn't dream of forcing you to do anything you didn't want to.

Exposed - How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

There are times when it feels as if you don't even know the man. He's quiet and incredibly closed off, even to you. He'll try to discreetly tell you about himself through bible verses or poetic words, but other than that, he's not jumping for you to learn about his past with the Legion any time soon. He wants you to love and trust him, not despise him.

Fight - How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He understands it. This world is harsh, of course, your instinct is to fight him. However, after the first week of staying with him, he hopes you’ll calm down and finally just accept that you’ll never get away from him.

Game - Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He won’t. If you try and escape the humble home he’s managed to set up for you both in Zion, he’s going to be upset. Even with all the knowledge he’s told you about the White Legs and all those around who want to hurt you, and you still want to try your luck? He’ll be disappointed, to say the least. He expects you to have more instinct than that.

Hell - What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He's always taken his philosophies seriously, even when he was in the Legion. So, if he ever overhears you saying something he deems to be blasphemous towards his religion, you're going to have a very hard time calming him down. He'll force you to pray out loud to the Lord and ask for forgiveness until he's satisfied. It doesn't matter to him if it takes hours, he refuses to let you be shunned to Hell for a sorry mistake such as the one you committed. What kind of husband would he be if he didn't seek to save you from God's wrath?

Ideals - What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

If he had it his way, you’d be the perfect housewife, staying home to cook and clean while he went out and did whatever. Some Legion habits never left him, and coming back to a loving spouse who’s prepared to comply with his every whim is one of them. Just the perfect nuclear family.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets very quiet when he's jealous, preferring to be silent rather than blatantly lashing out at whoever is triggering these feelings. He thinks it's stupid that he gets so upset at the tribals for simply being around you. It's not like you'd leave him - not like you could - so why is he so stressed? He'll pray and go on walks to try and combat his jealousy, it's one of the only things he actively tries to work on.

Kisses - How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts as any spouse would. He kisses you on your hands or on your cheeks to greet you, rests a gentle hand on your lower back when you're near him, and does everything he can to take care of you.

Love letters - How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

As he believes any man should: with trinkets and thought-out dates. He wants to court you the right way, even if you’re aware from the start that you’ve got no other choice other than to accept his advances.

Mask - Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

On the outside it doesn’t appear as if anything has changed, however he feels different. There’s an urge now, something that tells him to kill. He’s felt it before during his peak in the Legion, but now it’s come back and he’s not sure what else to do than to quench the thirst of fear that floods him by ensuring your safety. Maybe it’s God's will that’s enforcing him to protect you.

Naughty - How would they punish their darling?

He’d shout and maybe grab your face, but he couldn’t imagine going any farther than that. If he wants to get his point across then he’ll just let you feel the raw fear that getting chased by Legionaries gives you (only once, he doesn’t want you to be actually harmed), but enough to get you to listen.

Oppression - How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He’ll take away your right to leave the tribes camp, your right to your weapons, your right to your opinions, your right of religion - there’s not much he doesn’t have control over.

Patience - How patient are they with their darling?

Joshua thinks he's patient, but he has a clear temper. He'll be kind one moment then angry the next. Although he does his best to not take it out on you, it's still terrifying to witness. Sometimes you wonder if it'd just be best to listen and avoid his fits altogether...

Quit - If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he’s got it in his mind that God assigned him specifically to defend you and keep you safe, so if he ever were to fail that, he’d feel as if he were betraying the Lord's trust.

Regret - Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

How could he? You're better off this way. He's sworn to care for your every need. He'll feed you, give you access to water, cloth you, comfort you, bleed for you, house you - why should he feel guilty about doing you a favor? For loving you?

Stigma - What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Joshua has always had this need to worship in his life. It could be seen with how devoted he was to the Legion and the will of Caesar, then with God, and now with you. There's a primal urge within him to commit himself to wherever he feels most desired, and that just happened to be you.

Tears - How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It shatters him, especially if you're acting like this because of something he did. He'll sit beside your curled-up form and whisper Bible verses and scriptures as a way to encourage and reassure you.

Unique - Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice - What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His religion is a massive weak point, and if you can somehow convince him that it was God's will for you to go elsewhere, he may just let you go. Granted, you'd have to be really good at persuading people. He's a logical man and won't just take your word for it so easily.

Wit’s end - Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally, but sometimes he forgets his own strength when it comes to handling you. He likes to brush it under the rug though, best not to think about it.

Xoanon - How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

In his mind, he's already won you over. Of course, he'll still go through the process of romancing you and won't ever stop doing that, but his delusions tell him that you've already fallen for him. One thing about Joshua, however, is that he almost sees you as a second Christ. If you ask him to do something, he'll do it no questions asked. But, in the same sense, he's paranoid that you'll be crucified just like the Lord and is constantly looking out for that certain 'Judas' that will betray you.

Yearn - How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Like a day. The second he feels different around you compared to others, he's got it in his head that you're a divine being or, at the very least, someone God wanted him to meet.

Zenith - Would they ever break their darling?

He hopes to 'break you in' to his way of life, but he hopes that it won't have to be violent or over the top in any way. He's certain you'll come around to his way of thinking soon enough, even if you need a little shove.

[sxfthannie]

Overprotective

↦ pairing: yandere!joshua x fem!reader

↦ warnings: manipulating, overprotective

↦ note: overprotective yandere joshua because it just makes sense! i feel like this isn't good enough but i don't really know what to edit either so here it is :')

↦ word count: 745

Joshua was the epitome of perfection. A true gentleman, he was always attentive to your every mood and need, and was always there with you through the highs and lows of life. He was the kind of man that every woman dreamed of, but alas, his heart belongs solely to you.

A man who is wanted by everyone is with you so why is it that you seem unhappy these days?

“I’m going out to meet Hyerin at 4pm later.” You murmur, head resting on Joshua’s chest while he gently runs his hand through your hair. “Then I’ll come along again.” He replied, but you were having none of that. “No.” You said firmly. “No?” He repeats after you in a confused state as you push yourself up away from his embrace.

"Shua, my love, I can't have you trailing behind me like a lost puppy every time I go out." You gently expressed, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand," he murmured softly, sitting up on the bed beside you. "Why the sudden change of heart? Why don't you want me by your side?" His questions made you sigh deeply.

"It's not that I don't want you with me, Shua," you explained, your voice soft and tender. "It's just that I want to spend time with my friend alone." Joshua takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your skin as he speaks. "I just want to be the kind of boyfriend who can protect his girlfriend," he said, his voice filled with love and devotion.

“No other boyfriend does this.” you retorted, your patience wearing thin. You cherished Joshua deeply, but his constant watchful eye was beginning to feel suffocating. “Did Hyerin put you up to this?”

“What?” You utter in disbelief at his ridiculous words. “You’ve been fine the first few months but ever since Hyerin came into the picture, you’ve been trying to push me away.” You scoff at your boyfriend’s words. “You’re being ridiculous right now. She has nothing to do with this.” You say as you get off from his bed. “Whatever. I’m leaving.”

You only made it two steps out of the door before Joshua was by your side, holding your hand and stopping you from leaving. “I’m sorry, love, I–” a sigh escapes his lips before he continues. “It’s just that I’m scared something might happen to you. Like that day.” He whispers the last sentence as he leans his forehead against yours, big hands gently cupping your cheeks. “And I'm scared I won't be able to help you the next time if it happens again.”

You know what exactly “like that day” means.

It was a year ago, back when you and Joshua weren’t in a relationship. You were returning home from college after all of your classes ended when 3 boys from your economics class had stopped you. They wanted to ask you about assignments, which is what you assumed, but their intentions were far more sinister. In that abandoned staircase the students were restricted from, they touched you inappropriately, but luckily for you, Joshua came just in time.

To this day, you don’t know why Joshua used that staircase that day. He never offered an explanation and you never pressured the issue either, being lucky enough that he saved you that day.

“I’m sorry I made you feel suffocated.” Joshua’s soft whispers of apology brought you back from your thoughts. “No. I’m sorry for this.” You said, looking at him in the eyes to show him you were indeed sincere with your apology. “I should’ve known how much that day affected you too.” You confess, ending your apology by pressing a kiss on his lips.

His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, pushing you closer into a deeper kiss before pulling away, breathless.

“So then, can I come along later?” You chuckle at his question. “Of course you can, Shua.” He gives you the smile that even turns his eyes into little crescent moons before pulling you into his embrace.

Jeonghan was right.

“Just try guilt tripping her.” Jeonghan, Joshua’s trusted friend said. “But I don’t want to hurt her in any way.” Joshua replied, his heart sinking at just the thought of seeing you in any type of distress. “It’s either that or you let her go out without you by her side.”

“Okay, but are you sure it’ll work?” Joshua asked, uncertain of his friend's way in this matter. “Trust me.”

Guilt tripping you hurts him but it works so damn well.

[mymoodwriting]

10.2k, trauma, abuse, domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, needles, drugs, medication, choking, suffocation, accidental murder, temporary death, mentions of suicide, guns, asylum patient, mind control, smut, non-con, manipulation, fingering, handjob, penetration, unprotected sex, yandere (@starillusion13)​

“Found you.”

  The voice sent shivers down your spine. For a moment you were frozen in fear, but as you began to hear footsteps approaching you broke out into a run. You didn’t bother looking back. You knew that voice all too well and your only option here was to run. It was already so late into the night, and nobody else seemed to be around. As you ran you reached for your phone, dialing emergency services. You were running out of breath, looking for a place to hide. As you heard someone answer the phone, a hand was suddenly over your mouth, pulling you back.

“You can’t run from me anymore.”

❤

    Your eyes shot open and you jumped up in bed, breathing heavily as your mind was racing. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, taking in your surroundings and starting to settle back into reality. It was just a bad dream, just another bad dream. You laid back in bed, eyes losing focus as you looked at the ceiling, trying to think of anything else so you could forget this nightmare all the quicker. The problem was it wasn’t the first time you had dreamt of something like that, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

    Once your mind had settled, and your breathing was even, you got up. You grabbed your phone and stared at the date for a while. It had nearly been a year since you last saw him, even in your nightmares about him, you never saw his face. His voice alone was enough to haunt you. At first you adored it, hearing such sweet words from him, hearing your own name, but now the memory itself made you feel uneasy. Even if you were living a normal life, he still clung to you like a shadow. Sometimes he wasn’t visible, but he was always there, and you could do nothing to get rid of him.

    You had some breakfast and got ready for the day, taking a moment to let the sun wash over you. It was a silly substitute to the warmth you once got from another. You walked over to your bus stop, thinking about what your day would look like, already forgetting about the morning. The day itself was normal, and you figured it would end that way, but I guess that was too much to ask for. As you walked to your apartment you noticed two figures in black waiting outside your door. You thought to run away and call the cops but they noticed you first, waving you over and taking steps in your direction.

“Miss y/n, we’re with the police and have a few questions for you.”

“… pah… police?”

    You were thinking of running, but when they said they were police you let your guard down a bit. The two got close and showed you their badges, detectives Choi and Kim.

“Uh… what is this about… I’m a good citizen and-”

“Can we speak somewhere more private?”

“Yeah… sure…”

    You let the two into your place, offering them something to drink and sitting down with them in your living room. You were visibly nervous, and they noticed.

“You’re not in trouble.” Detective Choi assured you. “We just had some questions for you regarding Wen Junhui.”

“Oh… you mean…”

“I believe he goes by Jun.”

“What’s this about? I haven’t heard from him since…”

“Nearly a year ago he was institutionalized for…” Detective Kim began but stopped. “Well you know the rest. You haven’t had any contact with him since, have you?”

“No. Not at all. He wrote me letters for a while, but I never read them and just sent them back. Eventually he stopped, and I haven’t heard from him at all. Nor did I ever try to make contact with him.”

“But you do know where he is?”

“The facility that has him in their care, yes, I’m aware of it.”

“You said he sent you letters.” Detective Choi continued. “And eventually stopped. You haven’t received anything strange in the mail lately, have you?”

“Nothing at all. As you know I’ve moved, and I doubt he knows my current address. What is this about anyway? Does he have a hearing or something? I was informed he’d remain institutionalized because of his diagnosis and beha… vior…”

    You trailed off as things started to fall into place. It was late at night and two detectives had been waiting for you at your door. Now they were asking if you had any contact with that guy, especially recently.

“He broke out… didn’t he…”

“Unfortunately he-.”

“How!? Those type of places-”

“Please calm down, miss. You’re correct that he has no idea about your current whereabouts, we’re just asking for information about him.”

“Information!? What can I possibly give you? The police report on him says everything you need to know! He’s a stalker, he abused me, he kidnapped me, he locked me up, he nearly killed me! He’s a psycho who got off easy going to some asylum for the mentally insane! And now you’re here telling me he escaped! How exactly do you think I can help you!”

“We just-”

“GET OUT!”

    You expected some decency, for the two to get up and leave on their own. They did get up, but instead of leaving, they locked the door.

“Wa… what are you doing…”

“I’m afraid we can’t leave until we get what we came for.”

    You grabbed your phone and bolted for your room, only for Kim to grab you and pin you against a wall. You tried to break free, but he was much stronger than you.

“Who are you!”

“We’re just trying to help, honest.” Choi said. “We’re trying to find Jun, and you’re our best bet.”

“I want nothing to do with him!”

“We’re well aware of his history with you, and understand you have no ties to him, but he’ll be looking for you. So we need to know everything. If anything strange has happened lately, any friends reach out and seem weird, anything at all. You might not be aware of his presence, but he could be nearby.”

“He… he…”

“Once we’re satisfied we’ll go, and you won’t see us again.”

“No… no, I don’t know anything!”

“Then just let us be sure.”

    You were held still as the other jabbed a needle into your neck. You screamed bloody murder, thrashing around, but soon enough you felt yourself growing weak. You thought you’d pass out, but instead wound up in this drowsy state. Kim set you down on the couch, keeping his hands on your shoulders so you wouldn’t slump over.

“What are you gonna…”

“This won’t hurt, promise, but it might feel weird.”

“Uh…”

    You could vaguely make out Choi getting something from his pocket, like a small tin case. Then you felt something small and cold pressed against the side of your head. It made you shiver, and then you felt some weird tingle, like static in your head.

“Why don’t we do a quick trip down memory lane to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

❤

“Jun!”

    You ran into the arms of your best friend, your lover, your everything. He picked you up with ease and spun you around before peppering your face with kisses.

“And where have you been all day, my love?”

“Working. Someone has to pay the bills around here.”

“We both pay the bills, not just you.”

“True… and what have you been up to today?”

“Trying out a new recipe for my love.”

“Is that what the delicious smell is?”

“Yes. It’s almost done, so wash up for dinner.”

“Will do.”

    You had known Jun for most of your life, and we’re always so close. It only felt natural that your friendship would evolve into something more. Jun confessed to you with a bouquet of roses and poured his heart out, bringing you to tears. You had both loved each other for a while, but he was the one with courage to say it first. From there everything was like a dream. He was so perfect, and he convinced you to move in with him after a few months. Your life together felt like something out of a fairy tale at times.

“Open wide.”

    Jun loved to feed you, especially when he cooked. Not to mention giving you a bath at the end of the week.

“This tastes divine.”

“Only the best for my love.”

    He cuddled with you every night, and every morning you had to fight with him to let you go. It was adorable, even if sometimes you didn’t have time for it. You knew he did it all out of love, and you couldn’t fault him for that.

“I’m going to be home late tonight, so don’t wait up.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m hanging out with the girls tonight.”

“No, no, no.” Jun reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back down into bed with him. “Let’s have a movie night together, just the two of us.”

“Hm, that does sound tempting, but I haven’t seen the girls in months now. So a night out is overdue.”

“Do you have to?” Jun pouted. “I don’t want you out alone.”

“I won’t be alone.”

“Yes you will, I won’t be there. It’s gonna be so lonely.”

You giggled. “Don’t be silly, I’ll be fine.”

“Then can I come?”

“Girls night, sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“No fair.”

    Jun was very reluctant to let you go, but he knew he wouldn’t get you to change your mind about the matter. He called you often that night, just checking in and asking if you needed a ride, wanting to know where you were. After a few drinks though you stopped answering and just focused on enjoying yourself. He didn’t take that well though.

“Y/n!”

“Huh? Jun? What are you doing here? How did you find-”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone, I was so worried!” Jun came over and pulled you into a hug. “I thought something had happened to you.”

“I told you I was hanging out with the girls tonight.”

“And you couldn’t answer my calls or texts?”

“I answered you ten times already.”

“Look at you, your face is burning up. It’s time you came home anyway, let’s go.”

“What, no, Jun.” You pulled away. “The night’s still young, and the party is far from over. I’m fine, so you can go now.”

“No, you’re coming with me. If you can’t even answer your phone, then you’re done.”

“Ya! You’re not my dad! Now go.”

“Y/n-”

“Go.”

“No, you’re coming home-”

“I’m not. I’ll stay with a friend tonight, so don’t wait up.”

Jun laughed. “Hilarious.”

    Jun grabbed your arm, his grasp a lot stronger than before, and he started dragging you away from the others. Your friends immediately got up and tried to get him to let go, but he pushed them all away, and considering most of you were already tipsy, they lost balance quickly.

“Jun!”

“If this is how you’re gonna behave, then you’re not going out again.”

“Jun, let me go!”

    You couldn’t break free, but when you got to the car you started fighting him. He had opened the door for you and was trying to get you in, but you refused.

“Don’t be a brat!”

    Jun slapped you, making you freeze. It wasn’t a hard hit, but your cheek still burned from the impact. You grabbed your cheek with your free hand, slowly looking back at Jun.

“Get in the car.”

    In your state of shock it was easy to get you in the car, he even put your seat belt on for you and then slammed the door shut. You watched him walk to the drivers side, silently getting in the car and driving off. You stayed quiet the whole ride over, waiting for him to open the door and pull you out of the car too. Neither of you spoke until you were in the house.

“I’m sorry about-”

“You hit me… you actually…”

“You’re drunk and-”

“YOU HIT ME!”

“And you weren’t listening to me! I told you I didn’t want you going out tonight, and you completely ignored me.”

“I have my own life you know, a life outside of you.”

“No you don’t. I’m your whole world, and what I say goes.”

“Says who?”

“Me! Nobody knows you like me, and I know what’s best for you. Being out late and drinking, it’s not the best idea, and you shouldn’t be doing that.”

“Oh, unless you’re there, right?”

“You need someone to look after you.”

“I can look after myself. In case you didn’t realize, I was doing just fine without you.”

“Hardly.”

“How did you even find me anyway? I didn’t tell you where I was.”

“That was the first thing that made me worry! I had to use the tracking app to-”

“Tracking app!”

“Yes. The one for couples, so we can always-”

“When the hell did you install that in my phone?! And without telling me!”

    You pulled your phone out of your bag and began looking through your apps, seeing what he was talking about. You couldn’t believe you had never noticed it before. You were about to uninstall it when Jun snatched your phone away from you.

“Ya! Give that back!”

“You won’t be going out for a while, so won’t need it.”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s late, and you’ve had dinner, so you should get to bed.”

“You can’t be serious right now.”

“Very.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You headed for the door. “I swear you’re acting crazy right now.”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere else!”

“You are so full of jokes tonight.”

    Jun grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the bedroom. He started stripping off your clothes and you were quick to stop him.

“What are you doing!”

“You’re drunk and need help getting your clothes off so you can shower.”

“Get your hands off!”

“Come on, babe, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I said let go!”

    Your actions and words were met with another slap, stunning you into silence once more. You felt tears sting your eyes, and then Jun pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry, love, that seems to be the only way to get you to listen right now.”

“Please let go…”

“I’m trying-”

“I’ll take a shower and get ready for bed…”

“But-”

“Can you make me some tea?”

Jun smiled. “Of course, baby, I’ll make your favorite.”

“Thank you.”

    Jun gave you another forehead kiss before leaving you alone. You stood in place for a while before stripping out of your clothes and going into the shower. You didn’t know when the tears started mixing with the water, but you stayed there for a while and let yourself cry. The day had started out fine, but now everything felt like a nightmare. Everything you thought you knew about Jun had changed so fast, you felt like the boy you had known, had fallen for, wasn’t even real. Eventually Jun knocked on the door, and you told him you’d be out in a minute. You dried your hair and got into some clothes, meeting him in the kitchen for tea.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you…”

“I’m sorry about tonight, love.” Jun softly pet your head. “I didn’t like you being out there alone. It was better I take you home.”

“Hm…”

    You took a sip of your tea, the warmth making you feel a bit better. Although you tasted something off about it. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, and while you were thinking Jun tipped the cup towards your lips.

“Drink up while it’s warm, it’ll help you sleep.”

    You wound up drinking every drop so as to not spill anything, and you definitely felt funny. You had been tipsy earlier, and practically sobered up in the shower, but this felt different. You were feeling drowsy, and Jun took your cup from you before you dropped it.

“Jun…”

“Sh, it’s late, you should get some sleep.”

“I don’t… I feel…”

    Your legs gave out and Jun scooped you up in his arms. You could barely make out his face, let alone his words. With whatever strength you had you held onto him, mumbling about what was going on, but you were incapable of getting an answer. Despite your effort to hold on, you eventually fell into darkness.

❤

    You woke with a minor headache, snuggling against your pillow when you felt something cold on your leg. You lazily sat up, thinking your leg wasn’t covered, but it was, so you pulled back the blanket to see a chain. Now you were awake, and you grabbed the chain, following it to the leg of the bed frame, seeing that you were locked up.

“Wa… Jun!”

    You were tugging on the chain when Jun came in, and he immediately stopped you. He could see the look of panic on your face, trying to calm you down.

“Easy there, baby, did you have a bad dream?”

“What is this? Why did you chain me up?”

“Oh, that, just to make sure you’re safe.”

“Safe?”

“You had a crazy night, so you should stay in bed today and rest. This is just a precaution.”

“Take it off, now!”

“Baby.”

“Now! Where did you even get a chain! And about last night, you were acting so crazy! I thought you’d be fine today, but this is unacceptable.”

“I’m just looking out for you and doing what’s best.”

“I can decide that for myself.”

“You’ve shown me otherwise.”

“What?”

“Last night is proof enough. I’ve always been worried about the company you keep and-”

“Stop, just stop it. Get this chain off, and then we can talk.”

“We don’t need to.”

“Jun!”

“Since you’re up, I’ll bring you breakfast.”

“No, Jun!”

    He didn’t listen and left you to struggle with the chain again. When he came back he had you sit against the headboard, setting down a tray for you and trying to feed you, but you refused him.

“Baby, you have to eat.”

“Not until you let me go.”

“That’s for your own good.”

“…”

“Baby-”

    You flipped over the tray, getting food all over him and the bed. He stayed in place for a moment before quietly getting up and gathering the dishes. He left without a word and then came back to properly clean up, removing the stained bed sheets, and anything else that was dirty. You watched him in silence, glaring daggers at him, but he paid you no mind. Your clothes had gotten stained, but he didn’t do anything about that at first. Although when he came back with a glass of water you were confused.

“Here. At least hydrate.”

“No thanks.”

“Seriously?”

“I know you put something in the tea last night… you think I’m gonna trust anything else from you?”

“Hm. I guess that’s fair.”

    Jun drank the glass of water and set it down on the nightstand, going over to his dresser and rummaging around for something. From where you were you managed to see him pull out a small box, then there was a needle and vial in his hand.

“Jun…”

“You need a bath after that ordeal, and if you’re not gonna behave on your own, I have other methods.”

“What is that! Where did you get that!”

“It won’t hurt.”

“Jun!”

    As he approached you tried to get away, but you could only move so far before the chain went taut. Jun crawled onto the bed, and then on top of you, keeping you pinned with his body weight.

“Ju… Jun…”

“It’s just some medicine.”

“Get that away.”

“Sh, sh, sh, just hold still.”

    Jun had always been stronger than you, so he kept you still with ease, exposing your neck and driving the needle into you. The pinch made you close your eyes, and you could hear your own racing heart in your ears. A tear slid down your cheek, and a moment later Jun was wiping it away.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

“Please… let me go…”

“Sh, let’s get you cleaned up, okay.”

    You were already feeling weak, and Jun moved you with ease. You barely noticed when he took off the chain, or began to get you out of your clothes. He disappeared for a moment, and the picked you up in his arms. He took you into the bathroom, removing the last bits of clothing and putting you in a warm bath. He actually felt nice, but that might have been the drugs talking. Jun tended to bathe you on friday nights, so this wasn’t difficult for him. Especially since you were nothing but a doll at his mercy like this.

    At some point you did fall asleep, waking up dressed and in bed like nothing happened. Although the chain was back on your leg. You tried to sit up, but found it difficult to do so and just went back to sleep. When you woke up later Jun was there, helping you up so you could eat. You were still weak, so you couldn’t throw the food like before, but you did keep your mouth shut. That is until Jun grabbed your face and forced a spoon full of food past your lips. You had no choice but to eat, you were hungry after all.

“There you go, that’s a good girl.”

    You never really recovered from that day. Jun kept you chained up and in that drowsy state. You slept a lot, and you had no sense of time besides the daylight, but you couldn’t always trust that. Jun always made sure you ate, and cleaned you up too. You could barely understand anything he said, but you could make out the smile he always had on his face. You were powerless to stop him, but you knew you needed to figure out some way out of this. It was hard to come up with a plan when you could barely think for yourself , but fortune was on your side.

    One morning you had woken up with Jun, getting your face peppered with kisses as he cooed and snuggled against you. When he got up you noticed his phone on the nightstand. He’d be back soon, but you couldn’t waste this opportunity. You crawled over and grabbed his phone, shakily sending a message to a mutual friend of yours, and signing it with your name. You had to be quick, so you only begged them to come over. From there you scrambled to delete the message so Jun wouldn’t find out. As you were putting it back on the nightstand Jun came back and quickly took it from you.

“No, no, no, baby, that’s not for you.”

    You were nervous about getting caught, but after inspecting the phone he didn’t find anything suspicious. Now you could only wait and hope your message had been received.

“I’ll get started on breakfast.”

    Jun tucked you back into bed and went off to start preparations. He was nearly finished when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anything so he was quite perplexed. As he approached the knocking got louder and more aggressive. He checked to see who it was, finding a familiar face on the other side of the door. So he opened it, but only a bit.

“Hello, Misu, what brings you by so early?”

“Here to see y/n and talk about plans for the weekend. Can I come in?”

“Unfortunately y/n is sick and isn’t accepting visitors right now.”

“Oh dear, is it a fever? She rarely gets sick, let me see her.”

“That’s alright, I wouldn’t want you getting sick.”

“It’s no bother. I’m sure you’re tired looking after her day and night, I can give you a bit of down time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll let her know you stopped by.” Jun tried to close the door, but Misu stopped him. “Yes?”

“I’m not leaving until I see her.”

“She’s sick and-”

“And no one has heard from her in weeks. Not even her job.”

“She’s on sick leave.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m sorry, are you doubting me?”

“Not at all. I just want to see my friend and make sure she’s alright.”

“She is, I assure you.”

“And you expect me to trust you after that night?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Oh you know, when you showed up unannounced and dragged y/n out of the restaurant. You fucken hit her! Twice!”

“We had a little disagreement and-”

    Jun didn’t get to finish as Misu pushed their way into the house, calling out your name. They didn’t get far before Jun grabbed them.

“If you don’t leave now I will call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.”

“Go ahead, call them. I’m curious to know which of us will end up in handcuffs.”

    Misu pulled away and stormed into the house, still calling out your name. Jun glared and watched them go, starting to think about what to do. The sound of your name stirred you from your slumber. For a moment you thought you were just hearing things, but it was getting louder and louder. You tried to sit up, but you could barely manage, so you just screamed out for help with your voice, starting to choke on your sobs.

“Holy fuck, y/n!”

    Seeing Misu in your line of sight made you cry tears of joy. They had come, and they knew you weren’t alright.

“What the hell is all this, what happened?”

“Hel… help…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to call the police, this is fucken crazy.”

    Misu dialed emergency services, putting the phone down for a moment and focusing on the chain, trying to figure out how to remove it. You were so focused on them that you didn’t notice Jun coming into the room, not until he had Misu in a choke hold.

“Jun!”

“Sh, sh, sh, don’t worry about this baby, just an uninvited guest.”

    You couldn’t do anything as Jun dragged Misu out of the room. You started crying again, thinking you had made matters worse. In between your sobs you heard a voice, and then realized Misu left their phone, and it was still on a call. You quickly found it, realizing the operator was still on the line. You composed yourself enough to ask for help, telling them you were being held captive, managing to give your address too.

“I know that… give me that!”

    When Jun returned and found you on the phone he quickly took it from you and hung up. He was glaring at you, but before he could say anything he noticed Misu had left her messages open, and there was the one you had secretly sent from Jun’s phone.

“You… you… how could you!”

“Jun, please… please…”

“After everything I’ve done! You, you, how dare you!”

“… please… just stop this…”

“We have to go, we can’t stay here anymore.”

“Jun-”

“Quiet! Not another word from you.”

    You certainly quiet down when you saw Jun with another needle. You could barely struggle beneath him, and felt the pinch on your neck. Jun removed the chain and picked you up in his arms, taking you out to the car, and that’s when you heard the sirens. A weak smile appeared on your lips, feeling a sense of relief. So you let your eyes shut, hoping to wake up in a better place.

❤

“Y/n… y/n, please wake up…”

“Hm…”

    Once again your name brought you back from the void. Everything was a blur as you opened your eyes, your senses slowly taking in the world. You heard a steady beeping noise, the white of the room hurting your eyes. Although your movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Y/n! You’re awake! Doctor! Doctor!”

    Soon enough you could make out Misu’s face, but your vision was soon blurred by tears as you saw the bruises on their neck.

“Misu… Misu, are you okay…”

“Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong sooner. I couldn’t fathom Jun… I’m sorry…”

“He… what happened…”

“He was arrested, and is currently being processed. I already told the police everything, and even asked about getting you a restraining order.”

“… what happened to us…”

“Don’t waste tears on that monster. Everything’s going to be alright now.”

    The doctor looked you over once you were awake.Thankfully your health was alright, you just had drugs you needed to flush out of your system. Although the doctor did mention the withdrawal wouldn’t be pleasant either. Misu promised to stay with you, not planning to leave your side anytime soon. You’d be staying in the hospital for a while, and they’d be your overnight guest. It was weird getting back to normal. The world was no longer spinning and you could actually focus on things and be awake again. The withdrawal wasn’t fun though, but you were in a hospital, so nothing bad could really happen to you.

“What the fuck do you mean he got out!”

    Misu reacted for you when some detectives came by, telling you that Jun had gotten out on bail. He would still be prosecuted for assault, and kidnapping, but for now he was free on the streets.

“What stupid… look at me! Look at her! A guy like that shouldn’t be out of prison!”

“I’m sorry, but that’s the law here.”

“What if he comes here, tries to threaten us to drop the charges?”

“We’ll have someone posted outside until the court hearing.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Misu… we’ll be okay… right?”

“Of course. You heard them, we’ll have our own security detail, and I doubt that asshole knows where we are anyway. No one’s gonna talk to him and tell him. We’ll get him arrested at court and get that restraining order as well.”

    Misu’s words reassured you, so you could rest easy. You had a date set, so now you had to wait for that. It gave you some piece of mind, and that’s all you could ask for right now. Once you were better you were allowed to go to the garden to get some fresh air. You’d probably be discharged soon, and Misu offered you to stay with them while you figured out what to do next. Your other friends also came to visit you, glad to know you were alright and also apologizing. You didn’t blame them though. You and Jun had always been so perfect, but things just went south so fast. You thought everything would be alright now, but that wasn’t the case.

    You were sleeping peacefully when you heard some noises outside your room. You groggily woke up, seeing someone come into the room. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, seeing the white coat and believing a doctor had come to see you. It was strange to have a visit at night, but you figured it was for good reason. Before you could ask there was a rag in your face, and you were pushed back against your pillow. Now that they were close you could see their eyes, and you’d recognize those anywhere. You tried to scream and squirm, but the chemicals were already taking hold.

    When you had gotten weak he stepped away, doing the same thing to Misu who had not woken up from the commotion. You could barely keep your eyes open, and you certainly couldn’t scream for help. Once Jun was done with her, he brought over a wheelchair, getting you into it, and putting a mask on your face. He gently pet your head and mumbled something about taking you home, but you couldn’t do anything to stop him. He wheeled you right past the officer posted outside your room, even greeting them on the way out. You desperately wished to say or do anything, but you were barely holding onto consciousness.

    You could barely make out the elevator ride, but you were aware enough to realize you had been taken to the parking garage. Jun easily got you into the backseat of the car, laying you down and wrapping you up in a blanket. He found your attempt to struggle adorable, but just told you to get some rest and that everything would be alright. You couldn’t fight the drugs for much longer, and ultimately passed out. Completely unaware of what awaited you when you woke up.

❤

    The new place was so unfamiliar to you, the first thing it did was strike fear into your heart. You felt like no one would find you, and that’s exactly what Jun wanted. You woke up as you arrived, Jun carrying you inside and into the bedroom. Of course he chained you up again, but things were different this time. You weren’t on his drugs anymore, and now that you were awake, you were gaining back your strength. You couldn’t just be weak this time.

    So when you had the chance you attacked, grabbing Jun from behind and trying to choke him out. He was quite surprised by your actions, but he still had the upper hand. He slammed you down on the bed and pried your hands off him. You would have thought he’d scramble away, but instead he quickly pinned you down, glaring daggers at you. Of course you were afraid, but you couldn’t just let that fear take over and make you helpless.

“When did you get so brave?”

“You should be in prison!”

“And away from you? Do you have any idea how agonizing these last few days have been without you?”

“They’ve been heaven for me.”

“Liar!”

“It’s true! Being away from you, being free! I don’t know what happened, but you’re not the Jun I fell in love with!”

“I am! I’m the same Jun you’ve known your whole life.”

“No you’re not!”

“Yes I am! The same man who has loved you for years, who couldn’t bear the thought of you being with another! I’ve always loved you so deeply, I can’t live without you! Don’t make me lose you again… please…”

“This isn’t love! You kept me trapped at home like some animal and-”

“You were gone! Out in the world without me, and I didn’t know if you were alright. You scared me to death that night, I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you again. I had to keep you safe!”

“This isn’t how you keep someone safe! This is kidnapping and-”

“It’s just the two of us. No one will find us here, we’ll be okay, and we’ll be together, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re crazy if you think I still love you after all this…”

“Don’t say that… I know you love me…”

“I don’t know you…”

“…”

    You could see the heartbreak in Jun’s eyes, and it terrified you. He was acting like a total psycho, yet it seemed like his feelings for you were sincere. It made you wonder if he was always like this, if you had never known this side to him. Although the answer was clear as day now. He had always been so clingy, never really letting you go out without him, and even when you did, he’d check in every hour or more. You were so blinded by love you couldn’t see the warning signs, no one around you really did.

“Liar… you’re a fucken liar! You think you can just throw away all those years of our love! All your stupid so-called friends have been feeding you lies! Taking you away from me when I’m the only person you need! Because of them you were in the hospital! Because… you called them… you were the one… you betrayed me!”

“Then just kill me already! I’d rather be dead than be locked up with you!”

“You don’t mean that!”

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself!”

“Liar! You… you… if you don’t love me anymore, then I can’t let you love another! It’s only me!”

“What-”

    In the heat of the moment Jun wrapped his hands around your throat and started to squeeze. You didn’t register what he was doing at first until you found it difficult to breathe. You reached up to get him off, but he didn’t budge.

“Ju… Jun… Jun…”

“You’re mine, and only mine!”

“… jun…”

    You couldn’t hold out for long, the edges of your vision going black. You said you’d kill yourself just to get away from him, but you didn’t think he’d do it himself. The lack of oxygen weakened you by the second, so you stopped fighting all together and just let it happen. This may not be how you pictured your end, but you’d take it if it meant freedom. Jun didn’t let up either, not until you stopped moving. Then he realized what he had done.

“Y/n… y/n! Y/n, wake up! Wake up, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, y/n, wake up!”

    Jun shook your body, quick to begin CPR, and not stopping until you took in a breath. He was so relieved, and held you tightly, weeping into your chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please forgive me…”

    You could barely make out his words as you were taking in life again. Relieved and disappointed all at once. Silent tears slid down your cheeks as you were left to wallow in your meaningless future.

❤

    Jun couldn’t apologize enough for his actions, but he vowed to treat you with such care. Although that was difficult as you were still upset with you. He struggled to get you to eat, or even look at him. He may not have access to the medicine he gave you before, but your lack of nutrition was making you weak.

“My love, you have to eat.”

“…”

“I won’t let you die like this, so please, you have to keep up your strength.”

    At times he’d have to force feed you, even if a bit, just to make sure he wouldn’t lose you. Still, he could see such emptiness in those eyes, and it pained him dearly. No matter what he did, it seemed like that spark was gone. You on the other hand truly felt like a living corpse, but a part of you still thought of escaping. It took days, maybe even weeks, it was hard to tell time anymore, before you found your chance. The chain only ever came off when you needed to take a bath, so that was your time to act.

    When you had the chance you shoved Jun out of the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind him. He immediately panicked, but you focused on what you needed to do. You only had a bit of time, and your strength wasn’t what it used to be. You turned on the shower head, trying to fill the tub faster, grabbing a bunch of things and throwing them into the water all together, splashing it around a bit to give the illusion you were attempting to drown yourself. You heard the panic in his voice, knowing he was putting together pieces you had laid out, so now was your chance.

    There was a small window in the bathroom, one you had never seen locked. It was just big enough for you to squeeze through, even if it would be painful. You forced it open and began to crawl through, grateful you were on the ground floor. Once you were outside you didn’t hesitate to get up and run. You weren’t trying to go far, you didn’t have the time for that, so the plan was to go to the neighbors for help. You saw a light on in one of the houses down the street and ran over to it, frantically banging on the wall and asking for help. Soon enough there was an answer and you let yourself in, telling the home owners to call the police, that you had escaped from your captor.

    You were glad they believed you, and you stayed with them, out of sight, until the police showed up. Of course you had been missing this whole, so your escape brought relief to many around you. Although you had been worried about Jun escaping, the police had him in custody, and you saw him being taken into the back of a police car. That is until he saw you and went ballistic. He got away from the officers holding him and made a run for you. Thankfully he didn’t get close, but the possibility itself terrified you.

“Y/n! You’re okay! You scared me back there! Please, baby, tell them there’s been some mistake! Y/n! Y/n, look at me! Y/n!”

    You hid behind a friend of yours that showed up, keeping your tears to yourself and trying to ignore his words. You were trembling, just wanting everything to stop. It wasn’t until you were told he was gone that you could lift your head. Relief washed over you, and you were properly taken care of from there. He didn’t get bail this time, just kept locked up until the trial. Now you were dreading that, not wanting to see him again, but you had no choice if you wanted to make sure he was behind bars. Although sadly that didn’t go to plan.

    His lawyer pleaded insanity, going over all the things he had done to you, and stating how that proved Jun was mentally unwell. His behavior at the trial certainly convinced everyone else too. The whole time he couldn’t keep his eyes on you, on occasion whispering your name and an apology. Asking if you were alright, if you had eaten, completely ignoring the trial itself. Everything he did to you was out of love, even you couldn’t deny that, and his lawyer used that to his advantage. In the end he got a proper diagnosis and was sent to a mental asylum for treatment. That wasn’t really what you wanted, but as long as he was away from you and couldn’t hurt anyone, it was good.

    You couldn’t really go back to the place you called home. You did try, but he was everywhere, not to mention the letters you received practically every day. If you truly wanted to get better you had to move on with your life, move on from him. So you did. You sold the house and got your own apartment, moving away and losing some friends along the way. You had to do what was best for you. It took a while, but you slowly started living again, but your heart remained still. After all that, you couldn’t possibly trust anyone with it ever again.

❤

“Hm… there really is nothing…” Choi said. “I kinda expected… something…”

“I guess she really hates him.” Kim added. “You know that boy never shut up about you, kinda feel bad for the sucker now.”

Your head was pounding, so many memories being dragged to the surface at once, you could barely make sense of the present.

“… who… who are… you… really…”

“No one important. We’ll keep an eye on you though.” Choi stated “Jun is bound to find you.”

“No… no, please…”

“Don’t worry. We won’t let him get you, we just want him back in his cage.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing to worry about. Let’s go.”

    You felt something get take off your head, the static feeling finally starting to fade away. You could see the other two making their way to the door, and you tried to get up, but ultimately collapsed to your knees. You heard the door open, and then there was a crash. Kim landed next to you, knocked out from the impact. You were starting to get your stability back, looking up to see an impossible sight before you. Choi was dangling in the air, clawing at his throat, struggling to breath. You thought you were still delicious, moreso when you saw a third party in your apartment. The figure stepped closer and closer, ultimately coming into the light and making your eyes go wide.

“… no… no, no, no… it can’t be…”

“… how… how did you…” Choi choked out. “… how…”

“It was easy.” Jun laughed. “I saw you scoping out my old home, and I followed you from there. I knew you’d lead me right to her, so it was a matter of waiting.”

    The gentlemen in the air suddenly flew out the window, making you scream and cover your head. You then heard footsteps approach, crushing glass along the way. You were too scared to look, wanting to believe this was all just another nightmare. Your desires didn’t do anything for you as you felt a hand grab your chin and force your gaze to meet theirs.

“Found you… I finally found you, my love.”

“… you… you’re not real… you can’t…”

“Sh, I know it’s shocking. I can’t quite believe you’re real either, but you are, and so am I.”

“… no…”

“My poor baby, you must have missed me so much. I know things didn’t go well last time, but this time it will be perfect. You and I-”

    Kim had regained consciousness, immediately drawing his firearm, only for his weapon to suddenly be pointed up, and all rounds emptied into the ceiling. You screamed after the first shot and covered your ears.

“You dare to try and hurt my lover?!”

“Subject 074, you’re to return to containment!”

“I didn’t escape, just to go back. I will thank you for the blessing though.”

    Once the gunshots had stopped, you took a moment to settle down. Whatever this was, you couldn’t stay, so when you had the chance you ran for the door. You only took a few steps before you lost your footing and found yourself floating up in the air. You screamed over the sudden levitation, not understanding what was happening.

“I’m sorry love, I know this must all be so scary and confusing, but I can explain.”

“… pu… put me down…”

“Of course.”

    You tried to run away, but the door slammed in your face. Even though it wasn’t locked you couldn’t get it open, as if something heavy was blocking it. You eventually gave up and collapsed to the floor curling up and shutting your eyes. You heard footsteps approaching, flinching when you felt a hand on your head.

“Sh, sh, my baby, everything’s going to be okay, I’m back now.”

“No… no you can’t… the police…”

“They can’t keep me away from you, no one can.” Jun smiled. “I should get rid of our uninvited guest first though.”

    You didn’t know what that meant, but you made the mistake of looking over as Kim was also tossed out the window. You hid your face again, starting to sob. This was the worst nightmare you had ever had.

“We should probably go somewhere else.”

    You suddenly began to feel dizzy, as if the ground beneath you was moving. You opened your eyes, confirming that wasn’t the case, but not feeling well regardless. Jun watched you with a fond smile on his face, petting your head some more and softly cooing you to sleep. For whatever reason you couldn’t resist, not even if the adrenaline of all these events should keep you awake. The last thing you saw was Jun’s wicked smile, hoping this was all just a dream.

❤

    You woke up peacefully, hoping to find yourself in bed, but that wasn’t the case. You sat up and found yourself in some kind of glass cage. There was no top, but the walls were too high, and there was no way for you to climb out. Around you there was nothing but darkness, and you thought you were alone until Jun showed his face.

“There you are.”

“… no… no you can’t… you’re not… this is just another dream… just another bad dream…”

“Oh, did you dream about me? I did too. Both at night and during the day. I missed you so dearly my love I was going insane.” Jun laughed. “I guess my love for you did work in my favor.”

    You were still uncertain about this whole thing, but you were so confused more than anything. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore, nothing at all, but something was very different about him, very wrong.

“How… how did you escape… you’re supposed to be… medicated and… and…”

“Out of my mind? Please, I was never sick to begin with, so there was nothing to treat. Everyone thought my love for you was psycho, but they were wrong, even you.”

“… me?”

“You couldn’t understand that everything I did for you was because I loved you, because I had to protect you.”

“That wasn’t love…”

“Not what most would think, but that’s the only thing that dictated my actions.” Jun came up to the glass, a deranged look on his face. “I love you, y/n, always. Now we can finally be together, and no one can ever take you away from me.”

“No… no this isn’t right, this isn’t love.”

“Silence!” Jun took a breath. “Everyone always says that, but they’d happily use it to their advantage. You know a lot’s been happening these last couple of months.”

    Even if you were scared, there were still things you wanted to say. Although now they all seemed to be stuck in your throat.

“At first I was in that asylum. Taking pills and talking to doctors, everyone trying to fix me, but you can’t fix what isn’t broken. Then they came along… I know what you might be thinking, who, but even I don’t know that. What I do know is they took me somewhere else, somewhere special. They said I was special, that I had great potential. I think it was just cause I appeared crazier than the others, but that’s when the real fun began. Needles, and drugs, and blood, and pills, and torture… I was their human lab rat… for what I’m not sure, but I can’t deny the results.”

    Jun started laughing again, and then you began to notice things start to float up in the air. He knew you were watching, so he began to make the items move around with ease. Then it finally clicked, this was all his doing.

“Power, like nothing else. Telekinesis, that’s what they call it. Isn’t it cool? The power to move things with my mind. They were certainly happy with me, telling me I was a good investment, wanting to move on to the next phase, but I only cared about one thing, you. It honestly wasn’t that hard to escape, they doubted my skills, not to mention my other powers.”

    In the blink of an eye Jun disappeared, and then he stood right before you, inside that glass cage with you. He quickly cornered you, keeping you pressed up against the glass and pinned by his own body. He had that devilish smile on his lips, and you wanted to look away but he grabbed your chin.

“They were really no match for me. The only hard part was finding you again. You completely disappeared, leaving behind no real trace. I guess I got lucky seeing those two snooping around. I would have found you anyway, but they sped up the process.” Jun stared at you fondly. “It’s good to see life in those eyes again. I missed it.”

“…”

“Ah, right, the other thing. You can speak your mind love.”

    It was a strange feeling, this heaviness in your chest suddenly disappearing. Your throat didn’t feel constricted anymore, so you tried speaking, surprising yourself with the results.

“Who are you…”

“Jun, Wen Junhui, the one and only.”

“You’re lying…”

Jun sighed. “This again. Why do you lie to yourself, are you so afraid of loving me?”

“You’re not Jun.”

“Of course I am.”

    His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, kissing you with hunger. Despite everything you had said so far, you couldn’t deny the familiarity you felt. When he pulled away you were both out of breath, but he was far from done with you. He latched onto your throat, kissing and sucking on your skin, marking you up in ways no one had in so long. You couldn’t resist it, not having felt this way in months, not having been touched in such a manner either.

    While Jun’s lips were on your neck, his hands were running down the side of your body, caressing you and squeezing. They wrapped around your waist and then moved down to grab your ass, making you jump, and he chuckled, calling you cute, but continuing. His hands began to tug down your pants, and you tried to stop him, only to have your hands slapped away. He bit down hard on your shoulder, giving you a warning to behave.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you baby, and I know you’ve been yearning for me too.”

“No… no… you-”

“Your body doesn’t lie.” Jun hissed. “Just relax baby and let me take care of you.”

    You felt like you were melting under his touch. Every little skin to skin contact sending sparks across your body. Once he had access he didn’t waste any time to grab your crotch, starting to rub you through your panties. You bit your lip to hide your moan, only for him to notice and kiss you. Forcing your lips to part and making you moan into his mouth.

“That’s my girl.”

    Jun was just as impatient as you, soon enough moving your panties aside and teasing your core directly. He began to rub your clit, sending more tingles down your spine, and when he pushed a finger into you without warning you threw your head back. You nearly hit the glass but Jun moved you forward just enough to miss it. He loved the look on your face, especially knowing he was the cause of it. He just wanted to see more and more of it, having had his imagination for the past few months, and now finally having you in his grasp again.

    You were too focused on your own pleasure to remember the circumstances of your situation. Not having felt this way in so long, you were easily giving in to your carnal pleasures. It also didn’t help that Jun knew, and knew exactly what to do to make you his. Your body began to move in rhythm with his, your hips moving on their own, and your hands mindlessly looking for what you wanted. Jun was a step ahead of you, already having his pants at his ankles, making it easy for you to grip his cock. He let out a groan when you wrapped your hand around him.

“You really did miss me, you can’t lie.”

“Just… just shut up… and…”

“Fuck you?” Jun chuckled. “Anything for you.”

    He got sloppy fingering you, just wanting to get you ready as fast as possible, but he couldn’t hold out for long. Whatever bits of clothing you had that constricted his access to you were torn up, and soon enough your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“You want me baby?”

“Hm… yes, please…”

“You gotta say the magic word.”

“Please…”

“Nope, you gotta tell me what you want, and from who.”

“You… I want you to fuck me, please…”

“And what’s my name? What’s the name of your lover? The name of the one who owns our heart? The name I haven’t heard in so long.”

“… Jun…”

“Who?”

“Jun, please, please… fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

    He wasn’t going to tease you any longer, and ready or not, you were going to take everything. In a swift motion he pushed into you, making you cry out his name in ecstasy. You had been stretched out like that in so long, and no one else besides Jun ever had the pleasure of doing so. He gave you a tiny moment to feel him before his basic instincts took over and he began to move. He was relentless, making up for lost time with each thrust, and making your eyes roll to the back of your head every time. His name spilled out of your mouth like a confession and a prayer all in one. Soon enough there was nothing in your head but him and what he was doing to you.

    As Jun got close to the edge he held you tighter, keeping you right where he wanted with ease. Although he wanted you to climax first, pressing you against the glass and using a free hand to rub your clit. He didn’t need to play with you for long before your vision went white and your body shook for him, squeezing him tighter and pushing him to his own climax. You could feel the warmth inside you growing and growing, feel him throb inside you. It brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of everything you had missed. Your body was spent, but Jun was far from done with you.

    He stayed put inside you, gently rocking his hips and making you tremble with the tiniest of movements. You could feel him getting hard again, knowing what came next and that you were powerless to stop him. He had a lot to make up for, and a lot of frustrations to get out. He worked you over for your second climax, and third, and fourth, and then it all blurred together into one. Somehow you could take, even if you felt like your body was way past its limit. Something in your mind keeping you in that perpetual state of bliss. You had lost count of how many times Jun spilled his seed inside you, but you could feel the overflow, and it was so nice.

“Had enough yet, baby girl?”

“Hm… I… I…”

“You don’t know? Did my precious girl get stupid on my cock?”

“…”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Why don’t you close your eyes and take a nap for me love, I got you.”

    Just as quick as you found yourself floating in a sea of bliss, you felt a calm darkness wash over you. The exhaustion made it so easy to just pass out by his words.

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“Wake up, y/n.”

    You inhaled softly as you opened your eyes, still in an unfamiliar area. You looked around, seeing some sort of lab equipment around, but nothing you really recognized. Then you realized you were strapped down in this metal chair, something similar to what you’d find at the dentist’s office. You tried pulling on the restraints, but it was no use. Your body ached with exhaustion over the previous events. Which brought it all to the forefront of your mind, making your eyes go wide. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you had merely let Jun take you like that. You barely even put up a fight.

“Don’t beat yourself over that.”

“Huh?”

“I might have cheated there. I need you exhausted for this next part, and I figured I could kill two birds with one stone.”

“What are you talking about…”

“It felt good though, better than before, right? I know your memory might be fuzzy, but I promise it was way better. And we can do it again, and again, in the future.”

“What is this… what are you doing…”

“Right. That. I mentioned I had other powers besides telekinesis. You saw me teleport, so care to guess what the other one is?”

“…”

“Telepathy.”

  You screamed upon hearing his voice inside your head, pulling on the restraints again in a frantic panic.

“Easy there, easy. I’m not gonna do anything bad.”

“You… you manipulated me back there! You made me-”

“Oh please, you know you want me, and no one else. I was just making sure you felt extra good. Telepathy can be so fun when you figure out how to manipulate the brain.”

“Get out of my head!”

“You wound me with your words, but I forgive you. I’m gonna make it all better.”

“You psycho!”

“Everyone keeps calling me that, but what are you going to do? Even if you’re upset with me, that doesn’t change the fact you’re tired, and I can do what needs to be done.”

“Wot… what is that?”

“Fix us. Fix you.”

“What!?”

“It’s simple really. I’m just going to get rid of all the bad things, and only leave the good. Remove that terrible night where everything went wrong and go from there.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Yes I can. It’s all I ever wanted to do since that day, and now I have the power to do just that.” Jun came over to pet your head. “It won’t hurt at all, just a fuzzy little tingle while we talk and get things straight.”

“… no… stay out of my head!”

“Don’t be scared, I’m going to put everything back in place, and we’ll both be together again, like nothing ever happened.”

“Don’t… don’t, please…”

“Sh.” Jun kissed your head softly. “I’m gonna fix our love.”

(II)

[candysugarush]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬: part 1

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔"

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Choi Seungcheol

Character : The first princess

Story : As the first born and oldest prince, a lot of pressure had been on his shoulders the moment he was born. And that, even if he had eleven brothers after him. He had to grow up before he was ready for it to please the expectation of his father, and so, his only pleasure and release from his life was dancing. A secret he thought he would take to the grave of it wasn't for his brothers following after him in his secret passion.

Fortunately, you're here to help him with getting dancing shoes. He doesn't know how he would keep up if you weren't here. Don't you ever think about not coming to the palace anymore. He won't accept it.

Yoon Jeonghan

Character : The second princess

Story : He is part of the mischievous 'angel-devil' duo with his irish twin, and he plays the devil. With a talent for words and manipulation, it's no surprise that everyone is wary of him behind his business smile, but this is also a talent that makes him an excellent negotiator. Especially when he convinced you to take care specially of making dancing shoes for his brothers and himself.

But be careful not to cross him or back out the deal. He is smarter than you and will make you pay the price tenfold for even thinking about it.

Hong Jisoo

Character : The third Princess

Story : He is part of the mischievous 'angel-devil' duo with his irish twin, and he plays the angel. But don't be fooled, behind his deceiving sweet face and manners he is just as bad as his brother. That doesn't mean he is just like him. Joshua likes to think of himself as a gentleman, one that has manners and know how to properly take care of a lady. He is always eager and happy to help you when you come by to deliver their dancing shoes.

What do you mean you don't need help? Don't be silly, just let him help you, he has your best interest at heart.

Wen Junhui

Character : The fourth princess

Story : The firstborn son of the concubine of the king. Junhui, despite not having the same mother as the rest of his brothers, it had never been a problem among them. Despite his quiet and discreet personality, he has a love for dancing, especially the style of his mother's culture. And so this is one of his common points and interest with the rest of his brothers. Otherwise he like to stay in the back and watch things happening.

But you... You've seen him from the start and encouraged him to step forward with his passion. And now you want to leave? Your gaze shined the light on him, you don't get to leave till the end of the performance.

Kwon Soonyoung

Character : The fifth princess

Story : A loud and eccentric prince who is actually an introvert when interacting with people outside his family. Fully believe to be a tiger, even 'a magnificent tiger cursed into a human form'. This causes quite a few sighs and headaches among his brothers. But for a tiger, he is truly talented with dancing and is his favorite pastime when not bouncing around to yapp about being a tiger.

Now you, you are the only one who knew what his tiger feet needed and actually take the time to listen to his words. So bunny don't think about leaving his den now. You're under the tiger prince protection.

Jeon Wonwoo

Character : The sixth princess

Story : A serious and stoic looking prince who just want to live and do his things with getting bothered. Tall and lanky with an affinity more for inside activities than outside, no one would have guessed he is as fanatical about dancing as his brothers. While he loves a good dance, he also loves his books and quiet in the library. His energy stock isn't as high as the rest.

At least you understand him on that point. Everyone else is always busy running around and being too energetic. So take a seat and stay by his side. He doesn't mean it just for now but forever.

Lee Jihoon

Character : The seventh princess

Story : The grumpy cat-looking prince who is also the shortest. But what he lack in heights, he compensate in strength and a passion for music that goes above his brothers interest. He is a musician and composer, truly dedicating himself to music. Dancing is just another layer on the cake for him, even if he has to admit sharing this passion with his brothers isn't unpleasant.

But you're important too! After all nothing would be possible without you. You are his muse, the source of his artistic inspiration. If you were to leave, his mind wouldn't accept it and fall apart in madness.

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Who will be your dancing partner?

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@meromeramya @sealincd

A PAINTING OF YOU. great game waiting patiently for the update 🤭

[sleeplesssmol]

Excuse me wtf. Horrorpedia at Portray 4.

[jayniks]

hello! I saw your requests were open and I wanted to request a yandere svt reaction to an affectionate and flirty reader, if that's okay with you. the reader is only specifically affectionate to them and them only. it can be all the members but if you aren't able to do that then joshua, hoshi, woozi, mingyu and dino will do <3

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🦌﹒⟢﹒Joshua

Joshua would find it both flattering and surprising to discover that he is the only one who has your undivided attention. He would be delighted to know that his sweet pie loves him with such ferocity and loyalty. However, even though he may be pleased, it would not stop him from becoming obsessive over you. Any sign of affection towards anyone else would be swiftly dealt with, as he is the only one who deserves to be shown such tenderness

⏆﹒﹒🐯-⊧﹒Hoshi

Hoshi would find it heartwarming to know that he is the only one who has his lover's affection. He would be touched by such devotion and would treat the reader with gentle kindness in return. Even so, he would still be very protective of you, and would not hesitate to stand up to anyone who tries to harm you. He would be constantly worrying about their safety, and would want to make sure that they are always protected and cared for.

﹒🍚﹒┈﹒Woozi

Woozi would find it somewhat difficult to express his gratitude and appreciation for his beloved's love at first. However, he would be very grateful that someone cares for him despite his difficulties in showing well his love. Even though he may have trouble showing his love directly, he would make up for it in other ways such as making sure that his precious thing is well fed, comfortable and happy.

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐶﹐Mingyu

Mingyu is a patient and gentle lover. He enjoys taking his time with you, and cherishes every moment you two spend together. He enjoys making you feel special, and never rushes anything when showing his affection. He enjoys teasing you, but around his lover he becomes a complete softie, as you are his ultimate weakness. You are his reason for living, and he will do anything to make sure that you're happy and protected.

﹒🦖﹒﹒Dino

Dino is a playful and lighthearted person. He enjoys teasing you, and quickly matches your energy. He enjoys playing pranks and making you laugh. However, when it comes to showing his real feelings, he becomes more expressive and sweet. He loves to treat his one and only with affection, and cherishes every single moment you two spend together. He wants to make his lover as happy as possible, and will do anything to see you smile.

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school is killing me someone pls help me

[yiichan]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

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yandere!hoshi x actor!m!reader - yandere ; wc 0.9k. yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x m!reader - yandere,

yandere!mingyu x m!reader - yandere ; wc 1.1k yandere!idol!mingyu x m!idol!reader - yandere ; wc 0.8k yandere!sub!chan x top!m!reader - yandere, nsfw ; wc 2.7k yandere!top!idol!chan x btm!fan!m!reader - yandere, fluff, nsfw yandere!woozi x yandere!wonwoo x gn!reader - yandere ; wc. 1k

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💞Masterlist💞

Yandere OC's:

🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱

Yan!Cult Member: Joshua

Outsider In (Introduction fic)

💜👿💜👿💜👿💜👿💜👿💜

Yan!Best-friend: Carl

What Are Friends For? (Smut) (Introduction fic)

🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀

Yan!Fae: Puck and Yan!Fae King Oberon

Midsummer Nights Madness (Introduction fic)

A servant and his King (Smut) (Oberon introduction fic)

🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨

Yan!Soldier/Warrior: Fritz + Private Johannes

His Little Bride (Smut) (Introduction fic)

The Little Soldier And His General (Smut)

🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜

Yan! Farm-Boy: Joey McCall

City Boys ain't Worth Nothing (Smut) (Introduction fic)

📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸

Poly!Yan Bully and Freak: Patrick and Ahmed

Art-project (Introduction fic) (Gender neutral reader)

🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟

Yan!Cage-Fighter: Mattias

Paying bills ain't easy. (Introduction fic)

💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟

Yan!Mean-girls: Maggie, Sasha, and Lindsey

Just girly things. (Introduction fic)

📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞

Yan!Husbands Boss/Ceo: Morgan

Just another day at the office. (Introduction fic)

🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮

Yan!Retro-Gamer: Lewis

My player two. (Introduction fic)

🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦

Yan!Boarding School (Multiple Yan)

Introduction fic pt. 1 (Students)

Introduction fic pt. 2 (Faculty)

Photo shoot fic (Mr. Burton and Joseph)

Sick reader drabble (Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, Carter)

Reader with trouble sleeping drabble (Mr. Critch)

Post-gym shower fic (Evan Reed and Coach Anatoli Sidorov)

Reader losing Virginity Drabble (Coach Anatoli Sidorov)

Special Delivery fic (Tyler)

🛢🛠🛢🛠🛢🛠🛢🛠🛢🛠🛢🛠🛢

Yan!Handymen (Tucker and Billy)

1-800-HANDY-YAN (Intro fic)

Unamed/Misc Concepts

Yan!Neighbor HC's (Concept fic)

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Yandere Prompt List 🐾 (SVT)

1. "I'm going to engrave myself into your very being."

2. "You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine."

3. "Don't complain now - you did this to yourself."

4. "One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door."

5. "Why would you want to leave? I'm keeping you here for your own good!"

6. "If his filthy hands touch you again I'll kill him."

7. “Silly kitten. Did you really think that you could hide from me?"

8. "You're so dead.”

9. “Say it. Say you love me. I don't care if it's a lie - say it.”

10. "You're mine."

11. “I will make you love me, one way or another.”

12. "Your blood.. it's so beautiful."

13. "I'll kill everyone for you. Just say the word.”

14. "l love you to death. No one else can have you. You're mine, only mine"

15. "Why do you hate me so much? I love you!"

16. "What do you mean I'm crazy..? I'm perfectly fine!"

17. "I'll make sure you won't escape me ever again"

18. “You were never a good liar, darling."

19. "Stop crying. It's not going to help you.”

20. “l like you best when you're sleeping."

21. "I want to hold you but I can't. Once I do, I know I'll never stop."

22. "No matter what you do to me, l'll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone."

23. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you."

24. "Your poor wrists... Maybe next time you'll do what I say the first time I ask."

25. “There you are.”

26. “I'm going to teach you how to behave properly, love."

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Joshua supremacy 😭😭😭 I’m so soft for him. Just let me be his little princess. He can make all the rules idc

omg he’s so gorgeous and like the thing about him—at least in my opinion/my own personal interpretation—is that while he is genuinely so sweet (almost sickly so at times!) and so kindhearted and so so tender, he is also so used to being served and so used to being the Boss, the undying’s precious phoenix prince, the king of everything, and it comes out in these tiny little wisps and hints in certain interactions; a vaguely bratty comment, a gentle yet vehement assertion, a soft chuckle beneath a gloved hand……..

all of this is to say, i think he’d fucking love to have a partner who lives to serve him and be his precious lil doll (to the point where he may even feel guilty about how much he loves it, because he knows it isn’t necessarily right, but he just can’t help but feel this way about you <3). he wouldn’t push it on you, and he wouldn’t hold you back from doing things you wanted to, either, if he deems them good or beneficial for you—he’d definitely encourage you to do things if they were things you wanted to do/made you happy—but oh, to have a baby who’s syrupy sweet and devotedly doting and hangs on his every word; to have a precious lil princess who gazes up at him as if he’s painted the entire night sky by hand, speckled the stars across the atmosphere and carved out the moon himself; to have a soft sweetheart who clings to him in every way possible, hands curled around his fingers or wrists or biceps when he takes you for a walk in the gardens or when you sit down for a meal (always beside him, never across from him, protocol be damned), who snuggles in his lap or straddles his thighs and nuzzles their sugar-sweet lips against his neck or collarbone or jaw, who obediently never leaves his side unless it is absolutely necessary <33333 that sounds like a perfect dream, a paradise, to him <3