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the32ndbeat · 4 years ago

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣.𝐲𝐧 - [ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟛 ]

pairing: stalker!jaehyun x fem!reader ( ft twice’s tzuyu, loona’s haseul )

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual harassment, mature themes, mentions of drugs, smoking, extreme views, misogyny, yandere themes

a/n: unedited! it’s been forever since I updated this but also considering if I should turn this into a tbz series at my tbz writing blog so we’ll see how this goes.

taglist: I don’t have one yet and I’m seeing how this does since I’m thinking whether I should convert it into a tbz series. Please do lemme know if you guys want to see this continued!

disclaimer: everything written here is FICTIONAL and I am in no way saying that the mentioned characters act like that irl!

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(inspired by netflix’s you and the book of the same name by caroline kepnes)

The first thing that registers in my mind is how fucking loud this place is. Seriously, what is it with college parties and their inherent need to blast music loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood within a five mile radius? Before I even step within the premises or even make it to the front yard, the whole fraternity house seemed to shake from the loudness of the bass-boosted music when viewed from a distance away. I even had to squint as I approach, the strings of fluorescent party lights draped all over the place glowing so brightly it almost hurt to look straight.

A few drunk college frat boys stumble past me, their hair sticky and messy with sweat and their breaths reeking of cheap alcohol. Their steps are wobbly and I can even see drool and remnants of vomit hanging at the corner of their mouths. My heart clenches with pure disgust and I grit my teeth as I watch them laugh out loud over nothing, their brains a pink, unintelligent mush in their skulls, probably rotted by endless drinking and fucking. All part of the college frat experience.

I wonder if they enjoy being a complete waste of space while wasting mummy and daddy’s money to put them through college.

I look away and ignore the growing irritation in me. This is the sort of party your friends wanted you to go with them to? I thought your friends were bad influences but scratch that, they’re fucking horrible. They taint you, taint your innocence and put you at risk around such dangerous men who do not deserve to be even a mile within your presence. As I walk closer, the house looks even more hideous up close.

It’s decorated in the worst way I’ve seen a house decorated. It’s as if someone threw a bunch of random fairy lights bought in the brightest, blinding neon colours that simply do not go together over a sloppy looking house and the front yard is littered with empty, red plastic cups and is that a discarded bra I see over there?

I tiptoe over the trash laying around on the grass and try to avoid the gyrating bodies of college students who clearly have no sense of rhythm. My skin feels grimy within just a few minutes of being here and I can’t wait to leave but there is no way I’m leaving when I know that you will be here. The thought of you being surrounded by such vermins makes me sick to the stomach and I want to get you out of here. The only place you should rightfully be, is at my place where there are no revolting men who only love to drink cheap alcohol, party till sunrise, get high off smoking a blunt, yell ‘turn up!’ every few minutes as if it’s muscle memory in their tiny, almost non-existent brains and do anything but be a productive member of society.

As I push through the double doors, the nauseating smell containing a mixture of intoxicating alcohol, smoke and cheap cologne almost knocks me backwards. My hand grips tighter to the wooden door and I force myself in. Inside, the house is dim but bright at the same time with disco and laser lights. A massive boombox and a pair of equally large loudspeakers sit at the corner of the room and some hip hop tune is being played while people dance and drink and smoke to their hearts’ delight. You’d never believe these kids were supposed to be the future.

Oh, how disappointed their parents must be.

A girl in skimpy shorts and a tube top looks at me with unadulterated want and beckoning in her eyes while staring at the varsity jacket I’m wearing, no doubt replaying fantasies of fucking a college athlete in her mind and trying to guess which sport I supposedly play. I gaze blankly at them before turning away and I can see her shift from the corner of my eye, obviously bothered by the lack of attention. It’s like I can almost see the gears whirring in her brain. Did she not show enough cleavage? Is more skin needed to get my attention? Sometimes people are so predictable and readable that it’s almost pathetic.

Other times, I might have lowered my standards and settled for a casual fuck with someone like that but not today. Today, I’m a man on a mission. A mission to look out for you.

My eyes scan the room but it’s too dim to see anything within four feet in any direction. The flashing lights threaten to overwhelm me along with the stink of the place and booming music and I can feel my annoyance evolving into anger. I repress the urge to slap the shit out of a guy in a red bandana who screams ‘turn up’ all of sudden, practically effectively bursting my eardrums.

I almost bump into a couple eating each other’s faces out when someone yells out at me.

“Hey, you!”

The music is so loud that I almost don’t hear it. I whip around and sure enough, it’s tube top girl making her way over to me. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Not only do I have to find and save you from this sleazy place and have to squeeze in with a crowd of sweaty, brainless college kids who know nothing but party in a tiny, dirty, smelly frat house but now I also have tube top girl hot on my heels?

The things I do for you, y/n and we haven’t even properly gotten to know each other yet.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Tube top girl smiles and up close, I can see that her mascara is smudged and her hair is slicked back with an unholy amount of gel into a tight little bun which only makes her face look wider and her forehead exposed with a sheen of sweat covering it. Her lipstick is reapplied and I know for a fact that she has done it to impress me. Her top is also inched a little lower, as if that makes her anymore appealing.

I smile in a dismissive way, in a way that showed that I cared, but not really.

“Hey,” I reply flippantly.

“Crazy party huh?” She grins, satisfied that she’s got my attention now. Women.

I let my eyes drift to her breasts and look back up at her expectant, puppy dog eyes that are so eager to please it’s actually embarrassing.

“Yeah.”

“What’s your name? I’m Meg.”

“I’m Jaehyun.”

“You part of any sports team in school?” And just like that I know that tube top girl must have had fantasies of fucking a college athlete.

So predictable.

“Yeah, I’m on the swim team.” I say and her smile widens, a playfulness in her eyes as she leans her chest in closer in what was meant to be a sexy gesture.

“Oh, is that so? I’ve never really talked to a competitive swimmer before,” she replies in a sultry voice and I smirk.

“Well, here I am. Am I every bit of the guy you imagined a college swimmer to be?” I whisper in an equally sultry voice. Let her think she has me wrapped around her finger. It’s easier that way. Better for her to think I’m enthralled with her and her breasts than let her cling onto me the entire night.

“Mhm,” she says, “of course.”

I’m about to reply when something catches my eye. From the window, I see you and your friends stumbling and swaying down the sidewalk, away from the party. Internally, I feel my rage simmering again but not at anyone. At myself.

How was I so late that I didn’t manage to stop this from happening? How are you already drunk? How did this happen?

A million questions are racing through my mind and my vision almost blurs with white hot anger as I imagine a slimy frat guy placing his greasy hands on you while you sit there, drunk and uninhibited in that dress that seemed to accentuate your every single curve. You look simply gorgeous in that dress and I fucking hate to think that other guys in this whole house may have made a pass at you. Why was I so late? Would I have been just a little bit earlier if tube top Meg didn’t stop me? I should have left the moment she decided to strike up conversation. This is my karma for letting other temptations get in the way. I vow to myself that this will never happen again as I extricate myself away from Meg’s clutches (“Hey! Where are you going?” She calls out and I ignore her).

I shove people out of the way and do not care for their protests and yelps. Fuck them and fuck this entire shithole of a house. I scramble through the door and maintain my distance as I follow you and your friends down the pavement and past the buildings within the campus. I watch and cringe as you seem to crumple under the weight of your friends’ arm and quickly realise that you aren’t drunk. Your friends are. Stupidly drunk.

I feel my heart relax and my stomach unclench. Of course, you wouldn’t be. You are good. And smart. Too smart to get drunk in a place like that. You know what are the risks and you are above such parties. Your friends though, I couldn’t say the same. Which brings me back to why you need better friends but that’s besides the point. I can see a few guys hanging at the other side of the street who leer at the group of you, clearly getting their dick hard at the thought of a group of vulnerable girls roaming these empty streets at night.

It’s dangerous. But that’s what I’m here for. They see me next and they look away.

I will do what I can to protect you, y/n. Even if that means protecting your good for nothing friends in the process.

All of a sudden, I see you trip and it’s like everything is in slow motion. You fall forward and I take long strides over, my legs stretching out and rushing to help you. Before your knees can hit the rough ground, I have you in my arms, encircled around your waist as I hold you up. I have your other friend, Haseul upright with my other hand tugging at the collar of her jacket. Your friend Tzuyu is not so fortunate and falls flat but she barely notices it, smiling tipsily to herself instead.

You glance up at me with those large eyes and I could get lost in them right there and then. But as quickly as we have our moment, you move away and I see a hint of suspicion in your eyes. We separate and the moment you extract yourself from my arms, I already want you back. Your touch feels addictive already. What have you done to me?

“Thanks.” You say curtly and I admire the fact that you have boundaries, not like Meg. You are hard to get and that’s what makes you so appealing. You are to be earned and respected.

You help Tzuyu to her feet and as you turn to leave with your friends, I call out, “is there any way I can help?”

You regard me with caution and open your mouth to reject me but then suddenly, the tenseness in your eyes relax.

“Do I know you?”

You remember me. Halle-fucking-lujah! I want to wrap you in my arms again but I play it cool.

“I… don’t…?”

Your eyes grow wide and the recognition seeps in.

“Wait! You’re from that hardware store right? Jaehyun?”

I pretend to be surprised when I’m actually fucking overjoyed.

“Yeah, wait… You’re that girl with the rope right?”

You laugh and it’s the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard in forever.

“Yup, that’s me. Kind of mortified that’s how you remember me but sure,” you say and your eyes twinkle but then you continue with a more subdued tone, “what are you doing here?”

I pat my chest good-naturedly.

“Friend of mine is a student here. I just came over to visit and he gave me his varsity jacket so I could try feeling like a college student for once. Never been to college so… yeah. I thought I’d like to try it out for fun.” I reply and shoot you an awkward smile, the kind you do when you try to get someone to favour you and think of you as ‘adorable’.

It works and you smile gently.

“That’s pretty cool, you’ve got a good friend.”

And you haven’t, I think but don’t say.

I gesture towards you and your friends.

“Need any help?”

You look at your drunken friends and back at me and I sense you thinking. Finally, you decide that you do need my help and chuckle, “We live right at that block over there and I think I might die halfway there. I’m not fit enough to hold 2 people.”

That’s so like you. So compassionate over friends who clearly didn’t give a shit that you didn’t want to go to some god forsaken party, so caring over friends who get drunk and don’t take responsibility, so helpful to take care of friends who literally do not give a fuck about you. You are not beautiful on the outside but on the inside too and as I loop Tzuyu’s arm over my neck and hold her, I wish I was holding you instead.

We amble over to the front of your block and we part, you thank me and we say our goodbyes and it’s all too soon. I want to be with you for longer, I want us to talk and I want you to invite me to your room but reality is often much less exciting and more boring.

“I’ll see you!” You call out, smiling as I walk away and I wave back, my heart soaring.

Today is a good day, I think and as I round the corner to the next street, I slip the keycard out of my pocket and feel the hard plastic under my finger.

Wasn’t difficult honestly. Your friends should really learn to keep their valuables in safe places, not the back pocket of their jeans.

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elryuse · 7 days ago

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The Rise Of The Tiger

Yandere Jinsoul & Vivi X Male Reader

Tags : Criminal World, Rise to Power, Dark and Gritty, Criminal AU, Mafia/Gang, Kissing, Seduction, Threesome, FFM Threesome, Biting, Teasing, Creampie Words : 11,732 Words

This is A Wonderful Fic I've Made alongside My friend @starconstruction. I feel Like, This is My wildest Fic yet, The Universe and Story feels, Right?

The night air is heavy with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on your chest as you walk through the desolate streets of your battered hometown. The lamplight flickers weakly, casting jagged shadows that seem to claw at the crumbling walls of the buildings around you. You’ve always been someone who couldn’t look away from suffering—a flaw, maybe, but one you’ve learned to live with. Ever since the Five Monkeys tore through this town like a plague, your life has been defined by a gnawing sense of duty. If you don’t help, who will?

The screams reach you first. You freeze for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest. It’s coming from the small house at the end of the street—your friend’s home. The realization sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through you, and before you can think, your legs are moving. The closer you get, the clearer the scene becomes: a group of sneering figures looms over your friend’s family, their jeers cutting through the night like blades. The Five Monkeys. Again.

You know better than to rush into this. There are too many of them, and you’re painfully aware of the odds. But as your friend’s father is shoved to the ground, as the gang’s laughter echoes louder, something snaps inside you. You don’t care about the odds anymore.

“Hey!” your voice cuts through the chaos, drawing their attention. Their faces turn to you, twisted in mockery and disdain. You don’t wait for them to respond. You charge.

The first punch lands hard, your knuckles slamming against the jaw of the nearest thug. He stumbles back, clutching his face, and for a fleeting moment, you think you might have a chance. But then the others descend on you like a pack of wolves. Fists and boots rain down, and you can barely breathe through the pain. You hear their laughter, cruel and taunting, as they mock your futile bravery.

“Think you’re some kind of hero?” one of them sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re just another dead man walking.”

You fight back with everything you have, ignoring the searing pain in your ribs, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. You manage to land a few hits, enough to make them stagger. For a moment, you think you’ve turned the tide. But then he steps forward—one of their leaders, a hulking figure with a cruel smile and cold eyes. He pulls a gun from his waistband, leveling it at you with an almost lazy confidence.

“Stay down, hero,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “Or I’ll make sure you stay down for good.”

You don’t stay down. You lunge at him, and the world explodes in pain. The gunshot is deafening, and your arm feels like it’s been set on fire. You stagger back, clutching your elbow, blood seeping through your fingers. The gang swarms you again, pinning you to the ground. You’re too weak to fight back now, too dazed to even try.

But then something changes. The jeers and laughter of the gang are drowned out by another sound—a roar of defiance from the townsfolk. You hear the shouts, the scuffle of feet, and then the weight pinning you down is gone. Through the haze of pain, you see them: the people of your town, finally standing up, finally fighting back. The Five Monkeys’ sneers turn to shouts of alarm as they’re overwhelmed by sheer numbers. It’s chaos, but for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s chaos in your favor.

Someone pulls you to your feet, their hands firm but gentle. You’re too disoriented to see who it is, but their voice is soft, almost soothing. “You did good,” they say, and for a moment, you feel a flicker of something like hope.

But it’s short-lived. As the gang is driven away, you catch a glimpse of a figure watching from the shadows. Their eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, their expression unreadable. There’s something about the way they look at you that makes your skin crawl, a sense of unease that you can’t shake. Then they’re gone, disappearing into the night like a ghost.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just another scar to add to the collection. But deep down, you know better. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The morning after feels surreal. The streets are quieter now, almost unnaturally so, as if the chaos of the night before has been scrubbed away. But the scars are still there—on the faces of the people, on the broken doors and shattered windows. You step outside, your arm bound in a makeshift sling after the gunshot wound. A few of the elders greet you, their faces lined with gratitude and exhaustion.

“We owe you our lives,” one of them says, clasping your uninjured hand tightly. “For years, we’ve lived in fear, watching them tear our town apart. But last night…last night, you gave us hope.”

Another elder steps forward, carrying a small wooden box. Inside are bandages, salves, and a few meager supplies. “Let us tend to your wound properly,” she says. “You’ve done more for us than we could ever repay, but we’ll start with this.”

You sit quietly as they clean and rebind your arm, their hands steady despite their age. The pain is sharp, but you grit your teeth and bear it. It’s nothing compared to what you endured last night.

“You’re a brave young man,” the elder says as she finishes tying the bandage. “But bravery alone won’t win this fight. The Five Monkeys won’t take this lying down. They’ll come back, and they’ll come back stronger.”

The words weigh heavily on you. You’ve always known this fight would be a long one, but hearing it spoken aloud makes it feel more real. Another elder steps forward, his expression grim.

“We’re at war now,” he says. “Your stand last night was the first battle, but it won’t be the last. We’ll need reinforcements, weapons, and a plan. The Five Monkeys have ruled over us for too long, but now…now we fight back.”

The gathered townsfolk murmur in agreement. You can see the determination in their eyes, the resolve that has been born from years of oppression. They’ve had enough, and so have you.

“Rest for now,” the elder continues. “We’ll send messengers to the neighboring villages. There are others who’ve suffered under the Five Monkeys. If we stand together, we might have a chance.”

You nod, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on your shoulders. The fight isn’t over, but for the first time, it feels like you’re not fighting alone.

You wake to the sound of commotion outside your window, the murmur of voices blending with the rhythmic clang of metal. Blinking away the fog of sleep, you pull yourself up, wincing as the movement tugs at your injured arm. The sight outside is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

A line of people stretches through the town square, men and women alike arming themselves with whatever weapons they can find. Some carry swords that look like they’ve been pulled from dusty attics, their edges dulled by time. Others fashion crude spears from sharpened sticks, while a few hold bows strung with fraying strings. A group near the edge of the square tests blowdarts, their expressions grim and focused. The atmosphere crackles with energy—a mixture of fear and determination.

The elder who tended to your wounds the day before catches sight of you and strides over, her face set in a mask of resolve. Without a word, she gestures for you to follow her. You trail behind, your steps unsteady but purposeful, until you reach the center of the square. The gathered crowd falls silent as the elder raises her hand.

“Before the Five Monkeys can regroup,” she begins, her voice carrying over the assembly, “we will strike.

The Five Monkeys sat in their dimly lit hideout, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and spilled liquor. Their laughter echoed off the cracked walls, a cacophony of cruelty and arrogance. Around a battered wooden table, their leaders leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones punctuated by bursts of harsh cackling.

“This town thought they could get one over on us,” snarled Vick, a wiry man with a scar cutting across his cheek. He slammed a dagger into the table for emphasis. “We’ll show them what happens when you bite the hand that rules you.”

“Let’s make it fun,” chimed in Danny, his grin revealing yellowed teeth. “Break their bones one by one, make their kids watch. Let them beg before we burn the place to the ground.”

The others howled in agreement, banging their fists on the table. A woman with a shaved head and a snake tattoo coiled around her neck leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a sinister smirk. “They think they’ve won,” she drawled. “But tomorrow, we’ll remind them who owns this dump.”

As the gang continued to plot their gruesome revenge, they were blissfully unaware of the figures crouched in the darkness just beyond their hideout. The townsfolk had followed the gang back to their lair, moving silently through the shadows, their makeshift weapons clutched tightly in their hands.

You stood among them, your injured arm bound but your resolve unshaken. From your vantage point, you could see the flickering light of the Five Monkeys’ hideout and hear every vile word of their conversation. Your jaw clenched as their cruel laughter grated against your ears, but you kept your breathing steady. This wasn’t the time to lose focus.

Beside you, one of the younger townsmen shifted, his grip on a rusty blade tightening. He started to rise, his face twisted with anger, but you pressed a firm hand against his shoulder, stopping him.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl. “They’re drunk and distracted now, but we’ll wait until they’re asleep. Then we strike. No one escapes.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his anger giving way to grim understanding. Around you, the others watched in tense silence, their eyes glinting with the same fire that burned in your chest. You had no intention of showing mercy to the people who had torn your town apart. But this attack would be clean, efficient—a swift vengeance delivered under the cover of night.

Hours passed, the forest around the hideout alive with the subtle rustle of the townsfolk shifting in anticipation. Inside, the Five Monkeys’ laughter began to fade, replaced by drunken murmurs and the occasional clatter of a falling bottle. One by one, the lights in the hideout winked out.

This was your moment.

Rising from your crouch, you signaled to the others, your eyes hard as steel. The crowd moved as one, their steps muffled against the soft earth. You could feel the collective fury radiating off them, a silent promise that no one in that hideout would leave it alive.

As you approached the entrance, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. This wasn’t just a fight. It was justice—a reckoning for years of torment, a message to anyone who dared to follow in the Five Monkeys’ footsteps.

With a silent nod, you gave the signal to begin.

The Five Monkeys sat in their hideout, the dim light of their lanterns casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. Their laughter was coarse and ugly, punctuated by the clinking of bottles and the metallic clang of knives being sharpened. Around a worn-out table, they leaned in close, their faces twisted with smug amusement as they hatched their cruel plans.

“Let’s see how brave they are when we drag their elders through the streets,” sneered Vick, his fingers idly spinning a blade on the tabletop. “Bet they’ll be begging us to stop.”

“Burn their fields,” Danny chimed in, his voice gleeful. “Leave ‘em starving. That’ll teach them not to mess with us.”

“Starving?” A woman with a snake tattoo around her neck leaned back with a sneer. “I say we torch the whole damn place. Leave nothing but ash.”

The gang erupted into laughter, their voices a chorus of malice. None of them noticed the silent figures crouched in the dark outside their hideout, hidden in the tall grass and trees. The townsfolk had followed them, moving with purpose, their weapons ready. Among them, you knelt at the forefront, your eyes locked on the hideout with a burning intensity.

One of the younger men beside you, gripping a crude blade, started to shift forward, his anger boiling over. You grabbed his arm firmly, shaking your head. “Not yet,” you hissed. “Let them drink, let them boast. When they sleep, we’ll move.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his breathing shallow. Around you, the rest of the group waited, their determination palpable. The Five Monkeys, oblivious to the danger creeping toward them, continued their debauchery late into the night.

The hours dragged on, but you held your position, waiting for the right moment. The lantern light from the hideout began to dim as the gang members stumbled to their makeshift beds, their boasts giving way to the heavy sounds of drunken snores.

The night air was cool against your skin, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. You turned to the gathered townsfolk, meeting their eyes one by one. They looked to you for guidance, their trust unwavering. With a single nod, you gave the signal.

The group moved as one, silent and deadly, advancing on the hideout with the precision of a predator stalking its prey. The first breach was quick—a few men slipping inside to disable the sentries. You followed close behind, your heart pounding in your chest but your resolve unshaken.

The attack began in earnest. Blades flashed in the dim light, muffled cries escaping from the sleeping forms of the gang. It was chaos, but it was controlled—a calculated, brutal vengeance. The Five Monkeys awoke to the sound of their own screams, their confusion quickly replaced by terror as the townsfolk descended upon them.

One by one, they fell. Blood painted the walls, the floor, even the ceiling, as crude weapons met flesh. The gang's groans of pain and cries for mercy were drowned out by the determination of the attackers. You moved among them like a shadow, your own weapon finding its mark over and over.

This was no mere battle—it was an execution. The Five Monkeys, so confident in their power, were utterly overwhelmed. Their hideout became their tomb.

As the last of the gang fell, you stood in the center of the carnage, your chest heaving, your weapon slick with blood. Around you, the townsfolk began to gather, their faces pale but victorious. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant rustle of the wind through the trees.

Then, the elder stepped forward, her expression grim but satisfied. “It’s done,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of pain and suffering. “They’ll never hurt anyone again.”

You nodded, wiping the blood from your blade. But even as the sense of victory began to settle over the group, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The Five Monkeys were finished, but the fight for your town was far from over.

The walk back to the town felt surreal, the cool night air brushing against your bloodstained clothes. Around you, the townsfolk marched in silence, their faces marked by both relief and grim satisfaction. It was done. The Five Monkeys were no more.

When the lights of the town hall came into view, the silence broke. Cheers erupted, a thunderous wave of gratitude and joy sweeping through the gathered crowd. People rushed forward, clapping your shoulder, shaking your hand, their faces glowing with admiration. They called your name over and over, their voices full of reverence.

“No one dead!” someone shouted from the crowd. “We didn’t lose a single soul!”

The realization struck you then, a warm wave of relief washing over the cold detachment you had carried through the fight. Not a single townsperson had died tonight, and it felt like a miracle—a testament to their courage and the unity that had driven them to take back their lives.

At the steps of the town hall, the elder who had tended to your wounds stood waiting. Her eyes, lined with the wisdom of many years, were wet with unshed tears. As you approached, she took your hands in hers, her grip firm and steady despite her trembling frame.

“You have done what none of us dared to do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve not only defended this town—you’ve given us back our hope, our strength. Tonight, Joseol is reborn.”

She pulled you into an embrace, her frail arms holding you tightly. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers rising into the night sky. When she finally let you go, she stepped to the top of the steps, raising her hands to quiet the celebration.

Her voice carried through the crowd, strong and resolute. “For years, we have lived in fear, cowering before those who sought to tear us apart. But no longer. Tonight, we proved that the strength of our town does not lie in its walls or its buildings. It lies in us—in our unity, our courage, and our refusal to bow to oppression.”

The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces alight with determination. The elder’s gaze swept over them, her voice rising. “Joseol is no longer a town for the weak. We are strong together. And at the heart of that strength stands the one who showed us the way.”

She turned to you, a proud smile spreading across her weathered face. “From this day forward, let it be known: we are guided by the Tiger of the North!”

The cheers that erupted shook the very ground beneath your feet. People chanted your name, their voices blending into a chorus of unbridled gratitude and admiration. They surged forward, surrounding you with embraces, handshakes, and words of thanks. You stood at the center of it all, a strange mixture of pride and humility swelling in your chest.

You had never sought recognition, never imagined yourself as a leader. But as the people of Joseol looked to you with unwavering faith, you realized that this was your place now. You were their symbol of hope, their shield against the darkness.

The elder raised her hands again, her voice cutting through the noise. “Tonight, we celebrate. But tomorrow, we prepare. Joseol has reclaimed its strength, but the world beyond our borders is still harsh and unforgiving. We must be ready for whatever comes next.”

The crowd nodded, their cheers giving way to murmurs of agreement. You met the elder’s eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. The fight wasn’t over—not yet. But for tonight, at least, you allowed yourself to feel the weight of their gratitude and the warmth of their cheers.

For tonight, you were the Tiger of the North.

The town of Joseol buzzed with life once more, the rubble of the past replaced by new walls, fortified gates, and an air of resilience that hung thick in the streets. Under your leadership, the townsfolk had worked tirelessly to rebuild not just their homes but also their spirits. Yet, even as the sun shone brightly over the repaired town square, you couldn't shake the growing unease in your chest.

Trouble was brewing beyond Joseol’s borders. The fall of the Five Monkeys hadn’t just restored peace to your town—it had made you infamous. The story of the "Tiger of the North" had spread far and wide, catching the attention of figures far more dangerous than you had ever faced. Among them were two formidable criminal organizations, each as deadly as the other, each drawn to Joseol for their own reasons.

Lavien Blu: The Shadow of Death

The Laviens were a ghost story made real. Whispered tales of their poison-coated weapons and unseen assassins had reached every corner of the region. Their leader, Lady Jinsoul, was a woman cloaked in mystery, her name synonymous with ruthlessness and brilliance. She ruled from the shadows, her influence stretching like venom through the veins of every city she touched.

Jinsoul’s poison wasn't just in her weapons—it was in her words, her strategies, her ability to manipulate even her enemies into serving her ends. The Laviens were her devoted flock, their loyalty unshakable, their training brutal. They lived and died by her word, and in return, she gave them power beyond measure.

Sitting in her private chamber atop a grand but concealed fortress, Jinsoul swirled a glass of dark wine, her lips curling into a sly smile as a messenger recounted the tale of the Tiger of the North.

“Interesting,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with danger. “A hero who rises from nothing to topple a gang… A man beloved by his people, brave enough to face death itself. Such a creature must be either exceedingly foolish or exceedingly clever.”

One of her lieutenants, a wiry man with eyes like a hawk, stepped forward. “Shall we investigate, Lady Jinsoul?”

“Oh, we will do more than investigate,” she replied, setting the glass down with deliberate care. “Joseol is a candle in the dark, and I intend to see how brightly it burns. The Tiger will learn that even the fiercest predator is not immune to poison.”

Gangnam Dragon: The Unyielding Force

In stark contrast to the shadowy finesse of Lavien Blu, the Gangnam Dragons were a storm—loud, violent, and impossible to ignore. They operated openly, their numbers bolstered by sheer strength and their brutal reputation. Their leader, Vivi, the self-proclaimed Queen of Gangnam, was as imposing as her organization. Known for her physical prowess and unrelenting will, Vivi had built an empire by recruiting the strongest fighters, pitting them against one another to ensure only the best remained.

She ruled not with fear but with an unbreakable code of loyalty and respect. Her followers adored her, viewing her not as a tyrant but as a warrior queen who led them from the frontlines.

In the heart of Gangnam, within a lavish yet functional compound adorned with trophies of her countless victories, Vivi stood before a map. Her piercing eyes scanned the lines and symbols marking territories, her expression thoughtful. Around her, a group of men and women—each more physically imposing than the last—waited for her word.

“The Tiger of the North,” Vivi mused, her voice low and commanding. “A man who’s rallied an entire town and brought down the Five Monkeys. Strength like that deserves to be tested.”

One of her captains, a towering brute with a scar running down his face, grunted in agreement. “Shall we pay him a visit, Queen Vivi?”

She smiled, a rare expression that combined warmth and menace. “Not yet. A tiger’s worth is measured not in words but in battle. Let him grow stronger, let him think himself untouchable. Then, we’ll see if he’s worthy of the title.”

Back in Joseol, the first whispers of these two organizations reached you like the first drops of rain before a storm. Travelers passing through told tales of poison-wielding assassins and brute-force warriors taking an interest in the Tiger of the North. The elders noticed your growing tension and pulled you aside for a council meeting.

“We cannot fight them,” one elder said, his voice heavy with worry. “Not the Laviens, not the Dragons. They’re too powerful.”

Another elder shook her head. “We’ve underestimated our enemies before, and it cost us dearly. We must prepare.”

You listened in silence, your jaw tight. These weren’t ordinary foes—they were forces of nature, each with its own brand of terror. But you had faced impossible odds before, and you weren’t about to cower now.

That night, as you stood on the town walls, gazing into the dark expanse beyond, you couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes were watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. The breeze carried with it a sense of foreboding, a chill that cut deeper than any wound.

The scene shifts to a shadowy figure lurking at the edge of the forest, a Lavien scout observing Joseol through a small spyglass. Her hand rested on a dagger coated in a shimmering black liquid, her lips curling into a smirk. “So this is the Tiger’s den,” she whispered before retreating into the night.

Elsewhere, a group of Gangnam warriors sat around a roaring fire, their laughter echoing into the wilderness. One of them slammed his fist on the ground, a wicked grin on his face. “Let’s see if this Tiger can roar louder than the Dragons.”

Far away, two queens plotted their moves, each with their own vision of what the Tiger of the North would become. In the days to come, Joseol would not just face danger—it would face a reckoning.

The dimly lit alley buzzed with tension as two figures stood at opposite ends, their presence suffocating, their reputations enough to make the bravest souls tremble. The sharp click of heels echoed as Vivi, the Queen of Gangnam, strode forward with casual elegance, her fitted suit a stark contrast against the grimy backdrop of the city outskirts. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lit it with practiced ease. The flame briefly illuminated her sharp features and piercing eyes before she exhaled a cloud of smoke, her gaze fixed on the shadowed figure nearby.

In the corner of the alley, Lady Jinsoul leaned against the wall with feline grace, her expression unreadable. Her dark, flowing cloak blended seamlessly with the shadows, but her piercing gaze shone like daggers in the dim light. She didn’t move as Vivi made herself comfortable, the faint glow of the cigarette tip casting fleeting light on the tension between them.

“You’re here for him too, aren’t you?” Jinsoul’s voice was soft, almost mocking, as she finally broke the silence. She crossed one leg over the other, her posture relaxed yet calculated. The cunning glint in her eyes betrayed her calm demeanor.

Vivi let out a low chuckle, taking another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke upward in a slow, deliberate stream. “He’s interesting, isn’t he? Tiger of the North…” she said, her words laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “It’s not often someone manages to grab my attention, but this one… he’s something else.”

Jinsoul’s lips curved into a faint smile, though there was no warmth in it. “Interesting, indeed. But let’s not pretend, Gangnam. I know why you’re really here.” She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto Vivi. “I suggest you back off. He’s mine.”

The Queen of Gangnam raised an eyebrow, her amusement growing. “Yours?” she echoed, the word rolling off her tongue like a challenge. “Possessive, aren’t we? I didn’t take you for someone who claimed things so easily, Jinsoul.”

Jinsoul straightened, her movements fluid and deliberate as she stepped into the dim light. “I don’t claim anything that isn’t worth my time,” she replied coolly. “But this Tiger… he intrigues me. His strength, his resolve. It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t crumble under pressure. And that makes him valuable.”

Vivi smirked, tapping the ash from her cigarette onto the ground. “Valuable, sure. But is he strong enough to survive what’s coming?” Her voice carried a hint of a challenge, as though daring Jinsoul to prove her claim. “I’ve seen plenty of men who think they’re untouchable. Most of them are six feet under now.”

“And yet, you’re here,” Jinsoul countered, her voice dripping with amusement. “Does that mean you think he’s more than just a man?”

For a moment, Vivi was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her heel with a deliberate motion. “I think he’s worth seeing for myself,” she said finally, her tone cool and detached. “But don’t mistake my curiosity for submission, Jinsoul. You may think he’s yours, but if he’s truly strong, he’ll choose his own path. And if he’s not…” She shrugged, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Well, you won’t have to worry about me getting in your way.”

Jinsoul’s eyes narrowed, her smile fading into a thin line. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Gangnam,” she said softly, her voice carrying a subtle edge. “One misstep, and you’ll regret crossing me.”

“Dangerous is what I do best,” Vivi replied, turning on her heel. She waved a hand dismissively as she walked away, her confidence radiating with every step. “Good luck, Jinsoul. May the best woman win.”

Jinsoul watched her go, her mind already calculating. She knew this wasn’t the last she’d see of the Queen of Gangnam, and she knew Vivi wouldn’t back down easily. But Jinsoul wasn’t one to be outmaneuvered. If Vivi wanted to play this game, she’d find out just how deadly the Lady of Lavien Blu could be.

As the shadows swallowed her once more, Jinsoul’s smile returned, colder and sharper than before. “The Tiger of the North,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s see if you can handle the wolves at your door.”

As Jinsoul approached the outskirts of Joseol, a flicker of unease crept into her usually calculated mind. She had expected to see a broken town, a crumbling relic of desperation barely held together by its emboldened but naive people. Instead, what greeted her was something entirely different.

Massive stone walls towered high into the sky, encircling the town like an impenetrable fortress. Watchtowers jutted out at intervals along the walls, each manned by vigilant guards armed with crossbows and cannons. Their eyes swept over the horizon with precision, their stances exuding discipline that hinted at rigorous training.

Jinsoul halted in her tracks, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her dagger as her eyes scanned the scene. This… isn’t right, she thought, her sharp mind already piecing together the implications of what she saw. The town wasn’t just fortified; it was thriving. The streets inside the gates buzzed with activity. Townsfolk moved with purpose, their heads held high. Soldiers patrolled in organized formations, their armor polished to a sheen.

Her lips parted slightly in disbelief as she spotted artillery lined strategically along the inner walls—catapults, ballistae, and even strange, smoke-belching machines that appeared to be experimental siege engines. How? she wondered. How could they have grown this strong so quickly?

And then her thoughts shifted to him. The Tiger of the North. His image burned in her mind—a man whose strength had already defied her expectations. And now, seeing what he had built, her obsession deepened.

Her heart raced, not with fear, but with an intoxicating mixture of intrigue and desire. She wanted him. Not just as an ally, but as hers, entirely and without question. He was no longer a mere symbol of rebellion or strength. He was power personified, and she would stop at nothing to have him by her side.

“This changes everything,” Jinsoul murmured to herself, her tone laced with both awe and determination. Her fingers relaxed on her dagger as a sly smile curved her lips. “I was right to come here. But now… now, I’ll make him mine, no matter what it takes.”

Vivi leaned against the wooden post of a quiet marketplace stall, her sharp eyes sweeping over the bustling streets of Joseol. At first, she’d blended into the crowd with ease, her tailored coat and confident stride allowing her to pass as a simple traveler. She had expected to find a town clinging to life, its people still bearing the scars of years under the Five Monkeys’ rule.

But what she found instead left her stunned.

The town was alive. Not just alive—thriving. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of prosperity and strength. Merchants called out their wares in lively voices, their stalls stocked with goods that suggested flourishing trade routes. Families walked the streets with smiles on their faces, children running freely without fear. It was as if the torment that had once plagued this place had been wiped away entirely.

But it wasn’t just the life of the town that caught Vivi’s attention—it was the sheer military presence.

Her eyes narrowed as she observed patrols of guards marching with precision, their movements sharp and practiced. They were clad in armor that looked custom-forged, their weapons polished and well-maintained. Massive artillery installations lined the inner perimeter, positioned with a strategist’s eye for defense.

As she continued her quiet reconnaissance, her jaw clenched slightly. This wasn’t the Joseol I expected, she thought. This isn’t some small, vulnerable town. This is a fortress. A stronghold.

Vivi made her way toward an open training yard near the town square, careful to keep to the shadows. What she saw there only deepened her shock. Rows of soldiers sparred with deadly focus, their movements honed to perfection. A commander barked orders from the sidelines, and the soldiers responded with a synchronization that reminded Vivi of her own Gangnam recruits—except these were more disciplined, more cohesive.

She couldn’t help but let out a low whistle under her breath. “Well, well,” she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with admiration. “The Tiger of the North didn’t just survive—he built an empire.”

Vivi leaned back against the cool stone wall of the alley, her mind racing. The man she had thought might be an impulsive rebel was proving to be something far more formidable. This wasn’t the work of a desperate town clinging to scraps of hope. This was the work of a visionary leader.

Her lips curled into a sly smile, though there was no denying the flicker of unease beneath her confidence. “Looks like I underestimated you, Tiger,” she mused quietly. “But let’s see if you’re as good at holding onto power as you are at building it.”

For now, Vivi decided to keep her presence quiet, observing and gathering as much information as possible. She had come to Joseol to test its so-called leader, to see if he was worth her attention. And now, more than ever, she was determined to see the man behind the name—the Tiger of the North.

Jinsoul’s fingers trembled as she pressed a cloth soaked in medicinal herbs against the gash on her arm. The pain was sharp, a constant reminder of her failure. She leaned back against the cold wall of the ruined tavern she’d taken refuge in, her breath uneven and shallow. Her army, her proud Lavien Blu, had been decimated.

The attack had started with confidence. Jinsoul had marched her people toward Joseol, armed with her deadliest poisons and the cunning strategies that had never failed her before. But she hadn’t counted on Joseol being prepared—meticulously so. They had studied her poisons, created countermeasures that neutralized her deadliest creations before they could even take effect. Her soldiers were struck down by Joseol’s precision, and her lines collapsed before she could even implement her fallback plan.

She had retreated, her heart heavy with a mix of fury and bitter admiration. He planned for me, she thought. He knew exactly how to dismantle me.

But retreat wasn’t the end. Jinsoul clenched her jaw, her gaze burning with determination. She had never let defeat stop her before, and she wouldn’t let it stop her now. She had to have him—the Tiger of the North. If anything, this defeat only made her desire for him grow stronger. I’ll come back, she vowed. And next time, I won’t lose.

Vivi’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with pressure. Around her, what was left of her once-mighty Gangnam Dragon army lay in disarray. Soldiers groaned as medics worked to patch their wounds, while others simply sat in stunned silence, the defeat etched into their faces.

Vivi herself hadn’t escaped unscathed. A cut ran along her cheek, the sting of it matched only by the burning rage in her chest. She had expected to march into Joseol and crush them with sheer brute force, as she had done with countless other towns before. But Joseol had been ready.

Their advanced weaponry had torn through her soldiers’ armor with horrifying precision. The walls of the fortress were impenetrable, and their artillery rained hell on her forces before they could even reach the gates. It had been a slaughter, and she had been powerless to stop it.

She exhaled sharply, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “That damn Tiger,” she hissed under her breath. He outplayed me. He outmaneuvered me. She slammed her fist against the table, the sound echoing in the room. But I’m not done yet. No one embarrasses me like this and gets away with it.

The moon hung low in the sky, its light casting a pale glow over the ruined outskirts where Jinsoul had taken refuge. She leaned against the wall of the alley, her thoughts consumed by strategies for revenge, when the sound of heavy boots against stone broke her concentration.

Vivi stepped into view, her coat still stained with the blood and dirt of battle. She walked with purpose, though there was a slight limp in her stride. Her eyes immediately locked onto Jinsoul’s, narrowing in recognition.

Jinsoul smirked, her lips curling as she let out a low chuckle. “Well, well. Look who it is,” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “He beat you good, huh?”

Vivi glared at her, her expression darkening. “Shut up,” she snapped. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. Taking a long drag, she exhaled the smoke slowly before adding, “He got you too, didn’t he?”

The smirk fell from Jinsoul’s face, and her chuckle died in her throat. She shifted her weight against the wall, crossing her arms. “Yeah, well… maybe. But at least I didn’t lose as badly as you did.”

Vivi turned toward her fully, her cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back. “You’re licking your wounds just like me.”

For a moment, the alley was silent, the tension between them palpable. And then, unexpectedly, Jinsoul laughed—a sharp, bitter sound. “Guess we’re both pathetic right now,” she admitted, her tone begrudging.

Vivi’s lips quirked upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Guess so.”

Jinsoul tilted her head, studying Vivi with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “So, what’s your plan, Dragon Queen? Going to run back to Gangnam and cry about it?”

Vivi flicked the ash from her cigarette, her gaze steady. “No. I’m going to rebuild. I’m going to get stronger. And then I’m going to take that fortress and that damn Tiger for myself.”

Jinsoul raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of respect flickering in her eyes. “You’re not the only one with that idea,” she said.

Vivi took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly. “Then I guess it’s a race,” she said. Her tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel in her voice.

Jinsoul pushed off the wall, stepping closer until she was only a few feet away from Vivi. “Fine by me,” she said, her smile returning. “But just so you know—he’s mine.”

Vivi’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with challenge. “We’ll see about that.”

The two women stood there for a moment longer, their rivalry simmering in the night air. Then, without another word, they turned and walked away, each heading back to their respective territories. Both were battered, both were furious, and both were more determined than ever to claim the Tiger of the North for themselves.

The moonlight flickered through the trees as Jinsoul and Vivi crept through the shadowed streets of Joseol. Their footsteps were silent, their movements fluid, a testament to the years of training they’d both endured. As enemies, they had been fierce; as allies, they were now a force to be reckoned with. Their plan had been set into motion, and the thrill of what lay ahead burned in their veins.

Jinsoul glanced at Vivi, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and something more dangerous—a hunger for power that mirrored the one Vivi herself felt. "Do you really think we can pull this off?" Jinsoul whispered, her voice barely audible, blending into the night.

Vivi, who had been walking slightly ahead, turned to meet her gaze. Her face, still marked with the remnants of battle, was set in determination. "We’ve already passed the first test. We can’t afford to doubt now."

They had spent the past few days slowly weaving their way into the town's fabric, playing their parts perfectly. Jinsoul’s poisoned tongue had worked wonders on the local tavern owners and guards, offering them subtle deals, while Vivi’s quiet presence had been the perfect cover. They were like ghosts, blending in, gathering information, and waiting for the right moment.

And now, that moment had arrived.

Their target—the Tiger of the North’s den—lay ahead. It was a sprawling fortress of stone, surrounded by high walls and thick guard patrols. But no defense was too formidable for two of the most cunning women in the land.

The path to the Tiger’s den had been carefully scouted, every guard position noted, every weak point observed. The two had worked like clockwork, passing through the outer layers of security, unseen and unnoticed. It was as if the entire town was unaware of the storm that had been quietly building inside their walls.

And now, the Tiger’s sanctuary was within reach.

Jinsoul's lips curled into a sly smile as they approached the inner courtyard. "There it is," she murmured, her fingers twitching at her side, itching for the moment of confrontation. "His lair. His weakness."

Vivi nodded, her expression unreadable. "We just need to slip inside and wait. Once he’s vulnerable, we strike."

They had been plotting this for days, but now that the moment had come, the weight of what they were about to do began to settle on their shoulders. But the urge to finally have what they desired—the Tiger—was overwhelming.

They entered the den, carefully stepping into the shadows. The room was lavish, yet simple, a space that spoke of power, but also of someone who knew how to live with it comfortably. It was dimly lit, with only the faintest glow from the hearth casting shadows across the stone floor.

Jinsoul and Vivi moved like whispers, barely making a sound as they slipped closer to the Tiger’s bed. He was lying there, his breathing slow and steady. The Tiger of the North—his figure was imposing even in rest, muscles taut beneath the sheets, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Jinsoul paused, her fingers lingering just above her dagger’s hilt. Her eyes flickered toward Vivi, who was already taking a slow, deliberate step closer to the bed. The tension between them was palpable, each woman driven by their own desire—Jinsoul’s to claim him, and Vivi’s to see if he could truly be the man she’d underestimated.

For a moment, neither moved. The plan had always been to get close first, to wait for the opportune moment to strike, or perhaps to turn the tables and make the Tiger a willing ally.

But as they stood there, the air thick with unspoken thoughts, something else began to take hold.

Vivi's hand, which had been steady just moments before, faltered slightly as she gazed at the Tiger. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, something she hadn’t expected to feel. She glanced at Jinsoul, who seemed just as poised as ever.

"Do we kill him now?" Vivi whispered, her voice low but carrying a weight of conflict.

Jinsoul's eyes flickered with amusement. "Not yet. We’ve come too far to simply end it here. Let's see what he does. Let’s play the game, together. We can control this. We’ll make him think he has a choice."

Vivi hesitated, but the fire of revenge quickly reignited in her chest. "Alright. We do it your way." The words came out with a controlled coldness, but beneath it, she was already calculating her next move.

They moved closer, the proximity to the Tiger both thrilling and terrifying. In the quiet of the room, the faint sound of his breathing was the only noise as the two women, united in their purpose, stood on the precipice of the ultimate test. Would the Tiger of the North be their downfall, or would he become their most valuable weapon?

As Jinsoul gently traced a finger across the edge of the bed, she leaned in closer to Vivi, her voice soft but insistent. "We’ve come this far, Dragon Queen. Together, we’ll decide what happens next."

Vivi’s lips twitched into a smile, the challenge still clear in her eyes. "Together, huh? We’ll see who gets to claim him first."

You wake with a start, your senses immediately on high alert, a strange tension hanging in the air. The warmth of the hearth is the only comfort in the otherwise dim room. But something’s off.

As your eyes slowly adjust to the shadows, you spot them. Two women, standing at the foot of your bed, their eyes locked onto you.

The first woman is striking—a dark-haired beauty whose gaze is as sharp as a blade. You can feel the weight of her stare, the hunger in her eyes, like she’s sizing you up, trying to decide if you're worth the trouble. You know her name—Jinsoul. The one who’s known for her poisons, her cunning. The one who’s never met a plan she couldn’t twist to her advantage.

The second woman, Vivi, stands beside her, just as dangerous but in a different way. There’s something wild in her eyes, something that challenges you without a word. You’ve heard of her—Dragon Queen. The name alone speaks of her power, her ruthlessness. She’s no stranger to bloodshed.

Both women are still, their presence suffocating, as if they’re waiting for you to make the first move. They stand there, with desire and danger practically radiating off them. Their gaze holds not just lust, but something far more calculated.

The question burns in your mind: How did they get in? How did they get past your guards, past every layer of security you’ve built?

Your muscles tense, but you don’t move. You’re no stranger to danger, and this moment doesn’t intimidate you—it intrigues you. The game has just begun, and you're already calculating your next move.

“You’re awake.” The voice was low, velvety, and laced with a dangerous sweetness that sent a shiver down your spine. You blinked, the haze of sleep clinging to you like a heavy blanket, but your instincts were already screaming. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Your eyes focused on the figure leaning against the footboard of the bed, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the hearth. Jinsoul. Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Beside her, Vivi stood, her arms crossed, her gaze unwavering. The Dragon Queen’s presence was unmistakable—a quiet storm waiting to unleash.

“How—?” you started, but Jinsoul interrupted with a soft, mocking laugh.

“How did we get in? Oh, Tiger of the North, you really should invest in better guards.” She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, like a cat circling its prey. “But then again, I’ve always found broken systems… entertaining.”

Your hand twitched toward the dagger hidden beneath your pillow, but Vivi was faster. In a flash, she was at your side, her hand clamping down on your wrist with surprising strength. Her breath brushed against your ear as she leaned in, her voice cold and commanding. “Don’t.”

The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. You were trapped, two powerful women looming over you, their intentions unclear but undeniably dangerous.

It had started hours ago, though you hadn’t known it then. Jinsoul and Vivi had been watching you for days, studying your routines, your weaknesses. They’d moved like shadows, slipping through the cracks in your fortress’s defenses, their minds already set on their goal.

“You’re sure about this?” Vivi had asked, her voice low as they crouched in the darkness outside your walls. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes.

Jinsoul had smirked, her fingers twirling a lock of dark hair. “When have I ever been wrong? He’s arrogant. Thinks he’s untouchable. That’s what makes him so… delicious.”

Vivi had frowned, her gaze flickering toward the fortress. “Arrogance can be dangerous.”

“So can we,” Jinsoul had countered, her tone light but laced with steel. “Besides, isn’t that why you’re here? To prove you’re the Dragon Queen? To show him you’re not just some girl from Gangnam?”

Vivi’s jaw had tightened, but she hadn’t argued. Together, they’d slipped into the fortress, their movements synchronized, their goals aligned—for now.

Back in the room, Jinsoul’s smirk widened as she leaned down, her face inches from yours. “You know, you’re quite the prize,” she purred, her fingers trailing along the edge of the bed. “The Tiger of the North. The man everyone fears. And yet, here you are, at our mercy.”

You glared up at her, your mind racing. “What do you want?”

Vivi’s grip on your wrist tightened, but it was Jinsoul who answered. “What do we want?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, Tiger, isn’t it obvious? We want you.”

The words hung in the air, charged with a tension that was impossible to ignore. Your heart pounded in your chest, your body caught between fight and flight. But there was something else, too—a strange, undeniable pull. These women, these predators, were unlike anyone you’d ever faced.

Jinsoul’s hand slipped beneath the sheets, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “You’ve been a thorn in our sides for far too long,” she murmured, her tone as sweet as poison. “But don’t worry. We’re not here to kill you. Not yet.”

Vivi’s grip loosened slightly, her other hand moving to your chest, her touch surprisingly gentle. “We’re here to see who you really are,” she said, her voice low and steady. “To see if you’re worth the trouble.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as a spark of heat flickered in your core. These women were dangerous, but there was something undeniably alluring about their confidence, their control.

Jinsoul leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “So, Tiger,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Are you going to play along? Or are we going to have to… convince you?”

Before you could answer, Vivi’s lips claimed yours, her kiss fierce and demanding. Her hands were on you, her touch burning through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel her dominance, her need to claim. And then Jinsoul was there too, her teeth nipping at your neck, leaving a mark that would linger long after she was gone.

The room spun, your senses overwhelmed by the two women who had you completely at their mercy. Jinsoul’s laugh was low and throaty as she pulled back, her eyes dark with hunger. “Looks like we have our answer.”

Vivi’s lips curved into a smirk, her fingers tangling in your hair. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”

Their hands were everywhere, their touches fierce and possessive, and as the firelight flickered across the room, you realized something: this wasn’t just a game. This was a battle. And you were determined to come out on top.

“So, Tiger,” Jinsoul whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Who’s going to win? You… or us?”

Your heart raced as their hands roamed, their lips claiming territory, marking you as theirs. And yet, beneath the heat and the danger, there was something else—something that made your pulse quicken even more. These women, these predators, weren’t just here to take. They were here to own.

And as their touches grew more insistent, their breaths more ragged, you realized something else: you didn’t want to escape. You wanted to win.

“Well?” Vivi’s voice was a whisper, her lips brushing against yours. “What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you reached for her, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her back into a kiss. Jinsoul’s laugh echoed in your ear, her hands moving lower, and as the firelight danced across the room, you knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that made you gasp. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a statement, her way of telling you who you belonged to now.

Vivi let out a low, throaty laugh as she watched, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She straddled you, her lithe body sliding against yours, her skin warm and smooth. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that matched Jinsoul’s. She wasn’t just kissing you; she was devouring you. You could feel her hips grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Jinsoul’s hands moved lower, her fingers digging into your thighs as she positioned herself beside Vivi. Her voice was a sultry whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Tiger. You’re ours.”

Vivi pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she smirked, her expression equal parts challenge and invitation. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could respond, Vivi shifted, her body moving with a fluid grace as she lowered herself onto you, taking you in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, hot, and demanding, her hips rolling in a rhythm that left no room for hesitation. Her hands braced against your chest, her nails digging in as she moved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jinsoul’s laugh was a low, delicious sound, her lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, her teeth nipping at your skin. Her hands roamed over Vivi’s body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving Vivi moaning softly. “You look good together,” Jinsoul purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I think you’ll look even better with me.”

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

The two women exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they were moving, their bodies shifting to accommodate both of them. Vivi rose slightly, her body trembling as Jinsoul positioned herself beneath you, her legs wrapping around your hips. The moment you entered her, you felt it—the tight, wet heat of her body, the way she clenched around you, drawing you in deeper. She was just as demanding as Vivi, her hips lifting to meet yours, her breath hitching as you thrust into her.

Vivi’s hands were on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned over you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Her body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Jinsoul’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

You obliged, your hips slamming into hers, the force of your thrusts driving her deeper into the bed. Vivi’s lips moved to your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin, marking you as hers. Her hips moved in tandem with yours, her body writhing against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the crackling of the fire, the sharp intake of breath, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air. The two women were relentless, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their desire consuming you completely.

Jinsoul’s legs tightened around your hips, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her moans growing louder and more frantic. Her nails dug into your skin, her back arching as she came, her body clenching around you, pulling you deeper.

Vivi’s lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Jinsoul’s hands roamed over your body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving you trembling with need. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours as she moaned softly. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Vivi’s body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Her lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate.

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

You woke to the soft rustle of fabric and the low murmur of voices. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows across the walls. For a moment, you lay still, your body heavy with the lingering warmth of sleep—and something else. Memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail, the heat, the biting, the claiming. Jinsoul and Vivi. Their names echoed in your mind like a mantra.

As you stirred, you noticed them. They were seated at the edge of the bed, their heads bent together, whispering intently. Their voices were low, but the tension between them was palpable. You could feel it in the air, like the static before a storm. What are they plotting now?

Jinsoul’s dark hair fell over her shoulders, her fingers tracing patterns on the bedsheet as she spoke. Vivi’s expression was sharp, her eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. They both turned to you simultaneously, their gazes locking onto yours like predators catching the scent of prey.

“You’re awake,” Jinsoul said, a sly smile curving her lips. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to tangle in your hair, pulling you toward her. Her touch was possessive, sending a shiver down your spine. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ve been talking about you.”

Before you could respond, her lips crashed into yours, fierce and demanding. You groaned into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching for her. She didn’t let you pull away, her fingers tightening in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that left you breathless.

Vivi’s laugh broke the moment, low and sultry. “Greedy, isn’t she?” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. You felt her shift behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders. Her lips brushed against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a playful bite. You hissed, your body arching instinctively into her touch.

“Stop teasing,” Jinsoul growled, breaking the kiss to glare at Vivi, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “He’s not just yours.”

Vivi smirked, her fingers tracing the mark she’d left on your neck. “Oh, but he is mine,” she murmured, her voice lilting with possessiveness. “Just as much as he’s yours.”

You could feel the tension between them, the rivalry simmering beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, the way they fought over you, their desire so raw and unfiltered.

“Enough,” you said, your voice low but firm. Both women froze, their eyes locking onto yours. There was a flicker of surprise in their expressions, and something else—respect. “If you’re both so determined to have me, then you’ll have to share.”

Jinsoul’s lips curled into a smirk. “Fair enough,” she said, her tone light but her eyes dark with promise. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against yours. “But don’t think for a second that I’ll let her have you without a fight.”

Vivi’s laugh was a low, throaty sound. “Bring it on, Jinsoul,” she said, her hands tightening on your shoulders. “I’m not afraid of a little competition.”

The air in the room shifted, the tension between them thickening. You could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, their desire a tangible force that left you aching for more.

Jinsoul’s lips trailed down your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Vivi’s hands slid down your chest, her nails raking lightly over your skin. “You belong to us,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with steel. “And we’re going to make sure everyone knows it.”

You groaned, your head falling back as their hands and mouths roamed over your body. The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger.

Jinsoul’s fingers gripped your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she pulled you closer. Her lips found yours again, the kiss fierce and demanding. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, her desire burning through you like a wildfire.

Vivi’s hands, not to be outdone, roamed the length of your arms, tracing every vein and sinew as if she was mapping her territory. Her breath was a whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’ve come this far, Tiger,” she said, her voice low. “And now, you’re ours.”

But just as the fervor began to escalate, Jinsoul pulled back, her eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “So, we’ve decided,” she said, her tone coy yet firm. “We’re both going to marry you.”

Vivi nodded, her smirk widening. “That’s right. You’re ours, and that’s final.”

You blinked, trying to process their words. “Marry me? Both of you?” The question hung in the air, met with twin smirks from each woman.

“Why not?” Jinsoul purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. “We’re both in love with you, and we’re not exactly the type to share.”

Vivi leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Besides, you’re the one who said we’d have to share you. This is our solution.”

The intensity of their stares made you realize there was no room for argument. They had you, and they knew it. They had already made up their minds—your life, your loyalty were theirs.

“Alright,” you said, your tone firm but laced with amusement. “But you both have to understand—I’m not going to be easy to handle.”

Jinsoul grinned, her teeth glinting in the firelight. “Oh, we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you stood to face them, Jinsoul wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close. Her lips found yours once more, the kiss deep and unhurried. Vivi stepped closer, her hands sliding over your shoulders, her lips brushing against your neck.

Their touches, their breaths, their presence—it was intoxicating. You were theirs, and they were yours. Together, you would control everything, bending the very world to your will.

As the fire crackled in the background, the room filled with the sounds of gasps and moans, the air thick with need. You found yourself pulled back into the bed, their hands and mouths roaming your body, claiming you once more, their whispers of possession ringing in your ears.

“You’re ours,” Jinsoul whispered, her voice soft but filled with steel. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Vivi’s lips brushed against your ear, her tone low and sultry. “We’ll own you—body, soul, and everything in between

Together, we’re unstoppable. And you’re at the center of it all. Forever ours.”

The firelight danced across the room, casting flickering shadows over the tangled sheets, as their lips once again found yours. The game had ended, but the real adventure was just beginning, and there was no turning back now.

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Serial Killer's Love

Yandere Hyeju X Male Reader

Tags : Serial Killer Hyeju, Dom Hyeju, Teasing, Threat, Edging, Yandere, Dominance, Submissive Male Reader

Words : 5,806 Words

This is a Lovely Commision Work for my Mate @starconstruction Hope you Enjoyed it Bruv.

The bass throbbed in your ears, drowning out the mundane sounds of the bustling street. Lost in the rhythm, you navigated the sidewalk, plastic grocery bags swinging lightly against your legs. A chilling gust of wind, sharper than usual, sent a shiver down your spine. You instinctively pulled your thin jacket tighter, oblivious to the figure lurking in the shadows across the street.

She watched you, her gaze a predatory gleam in the fading light. Every sway of your hips, every careless glance over your shoulder, fueled the fire within her. She had been watching you for weeks, meticulously charting your routine, memorizing your favorite haunts. Tonight, the hunt would culminate.

You, unaware of the eyes tracking your every move, turned down the alleyway, a shortcut you often took to reach your apartment building. The bassline faded, replaced by the eerie silence of the concrete walls. A metallic glint caught your eye – a discarded can, perhaps? As you drew closer, a strangled cry pierced the stillness.

Your music abruptly cut out, the silence now deafening. You rounded the corner, your heart pounding against your ribs. A young woman lay crumpled on the cobblestones, her eyes wide with terror, a crimson stain blooming on her shirt. A figure in a black hoodie, face obscured by a mask, stood over her, the glint of a knife reflecting the dying light.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The killer, seemingly oblivious to your presence, methodically plunged the knife into the woman's chest again and again, a chilling efficiency in his movements. The woman's muffled screams were quickly silenced, her body twitching with each agonizing thrust.

Terror, cold and paralyzing, gripped you. You wanted to scream, to run, to alert someone, but your limbs felt leaden. The killer, his work finished, finally turned his head. Your eyes met. Your blood ran cold. The eyes, though obscured by the mask, held a chilling intensity, a predatory hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

With a chillingly casual shrug, the killer turned and melted back into the shadows. You, your mind reeling, backed away slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs. The image of the woman's lifeless body, the killer's chilling gaze, was seared into your memory. You knew you should call the police, but a strange sense of dread washed over you. What if the killer was still nearby? What if you alerted him to your presence? You decided to play it safe, hoping that the killer had already left the area.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of the murder began to fade, replaced by a weary sense of normalcy. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a horrific incident, a random act of violence that had nothing to do with you. You returned to your routine, the music once again filling your days, but the lingering unease remained.

One evening, as you unlocked your apartment door, a chilling realization washed over you. The lights were on.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the light switch. The apartment felt different, a subtle shift in the air, a sense of being watched. You crept inside, your heart pounding.

The living room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. On the sofa, a figure sat perched on the edge, their back to you.

"Welcome home," a voice, low and husky, greeted you.

You froze, your blood running cold. The voice, though disguised, sent shivers down your spine. It was the same chilling intensity you had seen in the killer's eyes.

Slowly, the figure turned, and your breath caught in your throat. It was her. The killer. Her face, though pale and gaunt, was no longer obscured by the mask. Her eyes, the same chilling intensity burning within them, held a strange mixture of admiration and obsession.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice a silken caress.

You, speechless with terror, could only stare at her, your mind reeling. How? How had she found you?

She stood up, her gaze never leaving your face. "You were so brave," she murmured, her voice laced with a chilling admiration. "To witness such horror and remain so calm."

You, backing away, felt a wave of nausea. "Who… who are you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

She chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent chills down your spine. "Let's just say… I've been intrigued by you."

You, your eyes wide with terror, felt a cold dread creeping into your bones. You had escaped the alleyway, only to fall into a trap far more terrifying.

Hyeju, her gaze fixed on you, took a step closer. "Don't worry," she said, her voice a silken caress. "I won't hurt you… not yet."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched, your body trembling uncontrollably.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her breath fanning against your skin. "So fascinating."

You, trapped, could only stare at her, your heart pounding like a drum. You had stumbled upon Hyeju's hunt, only to become the prey.

Hyeju’s gaze held you captive, a predator sizing up its prey. "You see," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "I admire your restraint. Most would have panicked, called the authorities. But you… you understood the futility of such actions."

A shiver ran down your spine. Her words, though laced with praise, chilled you to the bone. You knew she was right. The police couldn't protect you from someone who seemed to anticipate your every move.

"But," she continued, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement, "silence has its own price."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. What price did she demand?

"A game," she declared, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "A little test of your… resilience."

Panic clawed at the edges of your sanity. "A game?" you echoed, your voice trembling.

"Indeed," Hyeju leaned forward, her eyes boring into yours. "If you refuse to play, the consequences… well, let's just say they wouldn't be pleasant."

The chilling implication hung heavy in the air. You knew she was capable of anything. The image of the woman in the alleyway flashed before your eyes, a stark reminder of her ruthlessness.

"How… how do we play?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

A triumphant glint entered Hyeju's eyes. "Excellent choice," she purred. "The first game is simple. Trust."

Hyeju gestured towards the kitchen. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Bring me a knife."

Your mind raced. Disobey, and face the consequences. But obedience… it felt like walking into a trap. Yet, you had no choice. You stumbled towards the kitchen, your every move a calculated gamble.

Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She relished your fear, the way it made you tremble, the way it fueled her. This was just the beginning. The games would only get more terrifying, more insidious. She would break you, piece by agonizing piece, until you were completely hers.

You returned with the knife, your hands trembling. Hyeju held out her hand, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

"Now," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous, "hand it to me."

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, dread, and a flicker of defiance. But defiance was a luxury you couldn't afford.

With trembling hands, you placed the knife in Hyeju's outstretched palm. She examined it, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Very good."

Hyeju then gestured towards the couch.

"Sit," she commanded.

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. Hyeju sat opposite you, the knife gleaming menacingly in her hand.

"Now," she said, her voice a silken caress, "we wait.

The silence that followed was deafening. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This game, this dance of death, was only just beginning.

The night stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a predator. Hyeju, observing your every twitch, your every gasp, savored the slow, agonizing descent into madness. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

The silence stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hyeju broke the silence. "Ready for the next game?" she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Wh…what is it?" you stammered.

Hyeju rose to her feet, pacing before you like a caged animal. "This one," she declared, her voice dripping with a chilling amusement, "requires a bit more… physicality."

She gestured towards the window, moonlight illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Open the window."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. "But… but it's cold outside," you protested weakly.

Hyeju's smile widened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Objection noted," she conceded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "But rules are rules."

You stumbled towards the window, your legs weak. Opening it, you felt the icy night air wash over you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Now," Hyeju commanded, her voice a silken thread, "stand there."

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. The cold air bit at your skin, but the fear that gripped you was far more chilling.

Hyeju circled you, her gaze a predator sizing up its prey. "Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Now, let's see how long you can last."

With a chilling laugh, Hyeju turned and walked back to the couch, settling into the cushions. She watched you, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes, as the icy wind whipped at your face.

You shivered uncontrollably, your teeth chattering. The cold was unbearable, but the fear of disobeying Hyeju was even worse. You clung to the hope that she would end this cruel game soon, but as the minutes ticked by, that hope began to dwindle.

Hyeju, observing your suffering, felt a perverse sense of pleasure. She savored your every shiver, every gasp for breath. This was her game, her creation, and you were her puppet, dancing to her cruel tune.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hyeju gestured towards the couch. "Come," she commanded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "The game is over."

You stumbled towards the couch, your body numb with cold. Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Not bad," she conceded, a chilling smile playing on her lips. "But next time," she added, her voice a low growl, "it will be colder."

You sank onto the couch, your body trembling uncontrollably. The fear that gripped you was far more chilling than the cold. You knew this was just the beginning. Hyeju had tasted your fear, and she craved more.

Hyeju leaned forward, her gaze boring into yours. "Now," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "let's play another game."

You closed your eyes, a wave of despair washing over you. You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a sadistic predator. And you knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning of your torment.

Suddenly, you felt a weight on your lap. You jolted, your eyes flying open to find Hyeju perched there, her legs draped over yours. A gasp escaped your lips, your mind reeling.

Hyeju chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Surprised?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

You were speechless, your mind struggling to comprehend the situation. She was… sitting on you. Her proximity, the warmth of her body against yours, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Hyeju, sensing your confusion, leaned closer, her breath fanning against your face. With a chillingly casual gesture, she produced the knife, its blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.

Before you could react, she ran the cold steel along your cheek, a thin line of blood tracing its path. A tear, born of a mixture of fear and a strange, inexplicable arousal, escaped your eye.

Hyeju, her eyes widening with a predatory gleam, immediately leaned down and licked the tear from your cheek. "Salty," she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest.

You shuddered, your body trembling uncontrollably. This was beyond anything you could have imagined.

Hyeju, her senses heightened, leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "But," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress, "the most delicious tears are yet to come."

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Now," she purred, "let's play the most dangerous game of all."

Before you could even comprehend her words, Hyeju leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

The kiss was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – fear, disgust, and a strange, forbidden arousal. You tried to pull away, but Hyeju held you captive, her grip tightening around your neck.

Her tongue explored your mouth, a cold, invasive serpent. You struggled against her, but it was futile. She was stronger, more powerful, and completely in control.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a strange sense of surrender. You were drowning, drowning in a sea of fear and a forbidden desire.

Hyeju, sensing your submission, deepened the kiss, her hands exploring your body, tracing the contours of your muscles.

You were lost, completely lost in the intoxicating haze of fear and desire. The line between predator and prey had blurred, and you were no longer sure which side you were on.

Hyeju, her eyes closed, savored the taste of your fear, the feel of your trembling body beneath her. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of dominance and submission, and you, my dear, were her willing conductor.

Hyeju’s laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, a low, melodic sound that seemed to wrap around you like a shroud. Her presence was overwhelming, her proximity electrifying. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, the weight of her thighs straddling your hips, pinning you down with an almost casual authority. Your breath hitched as her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Surprised?" she purred, her voice dripping with a dangerous charm that sent shivers racing down your spine.

You were frozen, your mind struggling to process the situation. Hyeju, The serial killer, the woman Who killed that man in the alley was here, sitting on you, her dominance palpable. Her fingers trailed lightly along your collarbone, and though her touch was gentle, there was no mistaking the threat behind it. She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear, and whispered, “I’ve been watching you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve in your body alight with a mixture of fear and something far more primal. Before you could respond, Hyeju shifted slightly, her hand dipping into the pocket of her fitted leather jacket. She produced a knife, its blade catching the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. The cold steel gleamed as she brought it to your cheek, the edge pressing just enough to make your skin prickle.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice soft, almost tender, as if she were asking about the weather.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I…”

The words died on your lips as she dragged the blade slowly across your cheek. A sharp sting followed, and you felt the warmth of blood welling up. A tear slipped unbidden from your eye, tracing a path down your face. Hyeju paused, her gaze locking onto the tear with an intensity that made your stomach twist. Without hesitation, she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to catch the droplet before it could fall.

“Salty,” she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she pulled back, her dark eyes shining with a predatory gleam. “But the most delicious tears… are yet to come.”

Her words hung in the air like a promise, heavy and laden with intention. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her, caught between the urge to fight and an inexplicable pull toward surrender. Hyeju seemed to sense your inner turmoil, her smile widening as she tilted her head, studying you like a cat playing with its prey.

“Now,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper, “let’s play the most dangerous game of all.”

Before you could even think to protest, she pressed her lips to yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, a claiming of territory you hadn’t realized was hers to take. Her tongue slid against yours, cold and invasive, and you tried to pull away, but her grip tightened around your neck, holding you firmly in place.

You struggled, your hands instinctively moving to push her off, but she was unyielding. Her strength was undeniable, her dominance absolute. And yet, beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something else stirred—a deep, forbidden desire that coiled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to unravel your resolve.

As the kiss deepened, Hyeju’s hands began to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to trace the contours of your muscles. Her touch was deliberate, calculated, designed to elicit a response. And despite yourself, you found your resistance crumbling. The line between predator and prey blurred, leaving you adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

When she finally broke the kiss, her lips brushed against your ear, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “Do you feel it? That spark… that fire?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your body betraying you as it arched ever so slightly toward hers. Hyeju chuckled, a sound both cruel and sensual, as she sat back to admire her handiwork.

“Good,” she said, her tone laced with satisfaction. “Because I intend to fan those flames until they consume you completely.”

With that, she began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing revealing more of her flawless form. The leather jacket fell away first, followed by the tight black turtleneck she wore underneath. Her skin glowed in the muted light, her curves accentuated by the shadowy atmosphere. She paused, her fingers hovering at the clasp of her bra, and shot you a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

“You want this,” she stated, her voice a commanding purr. “Don’t lie to yourself.”

And deep down, you knew she was right. Despite the fear, despite the danger, there was a part of you that yearned for whatever twisted pleasure she had in store. You watched, transfixed, as she removed the last barrier between you, her body now completely bare and breathtakingly beautiful.

Hyeju rose to her feet, her confidence radiating like a force of nature. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm, until she stood over you once more. With one foot planted on either side of your hips, she lowered herself slowly, her body brushing against yours in a tantalizing tease.

“Let me hear you say it,” she demanded, her voice a velvet command. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words failed you, lost in the haze of desire and fear that clouded your mind. Hyeju’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against your chest, her lips brushing against yours in a fleeting caress.

“That’s alright,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Actions speak louder than words, after all.”

Her hand slid down your body, fingertips trailing over your abdomen, lower and lower, until they reached the waistband of your pants. She paused, her eyes locking onto yours, and with a single, fluid motion, she undid the button and zipper, freeing the hardness that had been straining against the fabric.

“So eager,” she cooed, her fingers wrapping around you in a firm grip. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as she began to stroke you, her touch expertly coaxing sensations you’d never known existed. Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her other hand coming up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“This is only the beginning,” she promised, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”

And as her thumb swiped over the sensitive tip of your cock, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, you realized with a mix of terror and exhilaration that she was right. You were hers—body, mind, and soul. There was no escape, no reprieve. Only her.

Hyeju’s laugh echoed once more, rich and throaty, as she positioned herself above you, her entrance hovering just above your aching length.

“Ready?” she teased, her voice dripping with malice and desire.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for what was to come, knowing full well that once she claimed you, there would be no going back.

Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned back, her fingers trailing down your chest before reaching for something hidden beneath the bed. The sound of metal clinking against itself sent a fresh wave of panic through you, and your stomach dropped when she pulled out a set of silk restraints.

Her eyes locked onto yours, dark and predatory, as she whispered, “You thought I’d let you move?” Her voice was low, almost soothing in its malice, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you.

Before you could protest—not that you had the strength to—she grabbed your wrists with surprising ease, binding them tightly above your head. The silk felt cool and smooth against your skin, but the sensation only heightened your awareness of how utterly helpless you were. Hyeju leaned over you, her breath hot against your ear as she murmured, “Now, be a good little thing and stay still for me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and arousal coiling tight in your gut. You wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything other than lie there like some obedient pet, but your body betrayed you, trembling under her touch.

Hyeju’s smirk widened as she sat back on her heels, her gaze raking over your bound form like a predator surveying its prey. “Perfect,” she purred, her fingers brushing lightly over your collarbone, sending sparks of electricity skittering across your skin. “Absolutely perfect.”

Her touch was maddening, feather-light and teasing, as if she enjoyed drawing out every second of your torment. She traced the outline of your muscles, her nails dragging slightly, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You bit your lip to stifle a groan, but Hyeju noticed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Oh, don’t hold back,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss just below your jaw. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

Her tongue flicked out, hot and wet against your neck, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips. Hyeju chuckled, the sound low and throaty, as she continued her descent, her mouth leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched.

By the time she reached your chest, your breathing was ragged, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. She paused, her lips hovering just above your nipple, and you held your breath, waiting for what came next.

“Tell me,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, “do you like it when I tease you? When I make you squirm?”

You shook your head frantically, desperate to deny the truth, but Hyeju simply laughed. “It’s adorable how much you lie to yourself,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “But don’t worry. I’ll make you admit it sooner or later.”

With that, she closed her mouth around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you arch off the bed. A strangled cry tore from your throat, and Hyeju hummed in approval, her tongue swirling and flicking until you were gasping for air.

She didn’t stop there. Her hands roamed freely now, tracing the planes of your abdomen, dipping into the hollows of your hips, exploring every inch of you as if she were memorizing your body. Her touch was everywhere at once, overwhelming and intoxicating, and you felt yourself drowning in the sensations she stirred within you.

When her fingers finally brushed against the inside of your thigh, you jerked instinctively, but the restraints held firm, keeping you pinned in place. Hyeju tsked softly, her lips curving into a pout. “Naughty,” she chided, her nails digging into your flesh just enough to sting. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

You whimpered, your mind too clouded with desire to form a coherent response. Hyeju seemed to take that as an invitation, her hand sliding higher, closer to where you needed her most.

“So eager,” she teased, her fingers grazing the edge of your arousal without giving you the relief you craved. “Do you even realize how much power you’re giving me right now?”

The question hung in the air between you, heavy and unspoken, but you didn’t have the strength—or the will—to answer. Hyeju’s eyes burned with intensity as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a mockery of a kiss.

“I could do anything to you right now,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Anything at all. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. Because deep down, you knew she was right. You would let her do anything. And that knowledge terrified you more than anything else.

Hyeju must have seen the realization in your eyes because she smiled, slow and deliberate, before pulling away. “Good,” she said, her tone soft but laced with authority. “Now let’s see how far I can push you.”

Without another word, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace a line down your stomach. The sensation was electric, every nerve in your body screaming for more, but Hyeju took her time, savoring every reaction she pulled from you.

By the time she reached your inner thighs, you were shaking, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Hyeju paused, her lips hovering inches from where you needed her most, and you nearly cried out in frustration.

“Beg,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. “If you want me to touch you, then beg.”

Your face burned with shame, but the ache inside you was unbearable, leaving you no choice. “Please,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and barely audible. “Please, Hyeju…”

She cocked her head, her expression one of pure triumph. “Louder,” she ordered, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “I want to hear you say it properly.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you forced the words past your lips. “Please, Hyeju… touch me. Please…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. “Good boy,” she purred, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Hyeju’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dark with hunger as she leaned back, surveying you like a predator savoring its prey. Her fingers trailed lazily down your chest, nails scraping lightly against your skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her touch, every nerve on fire from the torment of her teasing.

“You’re so eager,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with amusement. “So desperate for me. It’s almost pathetic.” Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing just above where you needed her most, before stopping abruptly. She tilted her head, watching you squirm with a cruel smile. “But I suppose that’s what makes this so fun.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking contact, but she pulled back just out of reach. A soft laugh escaped her lips, the sound sending a jolt of both humiliation and arousal through you.

“Ah, ah,” she chided, wagging a finger in mock disapproval. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?” Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it—a reminder of who was in control. “You’ll have to ask nicely if you want me to continue.”

Your breath hitched, your mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Shame burned in your chest, but the ache between your legs was unbearable, overriding any sense of dignity. “Please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Hyeju…”

She arched an eyebrow, leaning in closer until her lips were inches from yours. “I can’t hear you,” she teased, her breath warm against your skin. “Say it again. And this time, mean it.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as another wave of need crashed over you. “Please,” you begged, louder this time, your voice cracking under the weight of desperation. “Please touch me… I need you…”

Her grin widened, and she let out a low hum of approval. “That’s better,” she purred, her hand finally moving, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your aching core. You gasped, your back arching off the bed, but she immediately stopped, pulling her hand away.

“Not so fast,” she scolded, her voice sharp. “You don’t get to decide when we’re done. That’s up to me.” Her gaze bore into yours, commanding obedience. “Understand?”

You nodded frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I understand.”

Her smile softened, though the predatory gleam in her eyes never wavered. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke, her hot breath making you shiver. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Her tongue flicked out, licking a slow, torturous path down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You whimpered, your hands clenching at the silk bindings that held you in place. She chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin, and continued her descent, her lips trailing lower, lower, until they reached the curve of your hip.

Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin there, and you cried out, your body writhing helplessly beneath her. “Please,” you begged again, your voice breaking. “Hyeju, please…”

She paused, glancing up at you with a wicked smile. “Please what?” she asked, her tone innocent, as if she hadn’t been driving you to the brink of madness. “Use your words, darling.”

You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. “Please… make me come,” you pleaded, the words spilling out in a rush. “I can’t take it anymore…”

Her expression softened, though the devious glint in her eyes remained. “Oh, my poor little thing,” she cooed, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so worked up already. Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could respond, her mouth found its target, and you nearly screamed as her tongue dipped inside you, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction she drew from you. Your entire body convulsed, your chest heaving as waves of pleasure rolled through you. But just as you teetered on the edge, she pulled away, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“No!” you cried, your voice raw with desperation. “Please, don’t stop…”

She sat back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. “Begging already?” she purred, tilting her head as if considering your plea. “Such a needy little thing. I think I like you like this—completely at my mercy.”

Her fingers replaced her mouth, pressing against your slick folds, teasing your entrance without fully entering. You moaned, your hips pushing toward her hand, but she kept the pressure light, maddeningly slow. “Please,” you sobbed, your vision blurring as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Please, Hyeju… I’ll do anything…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Anything?” she echoed, her voice a sultry murmur. “Careful what you promise, darling. I might just hold you to it.”

With that, she finally gave you what you craved, her fingers plunging deep inside you as her thumb pressed against your clit, circling mercilessly. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as the first wave of bliss crashed over you. But just as quickly, she withdrew, leaving you panting and trembling, your body quivering on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a silken command. “I’m not done with you.” Her hands moved to your waist, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. You gasped, your face pressing into the sheets as she positioned herself behind you, her body hovering just out of reach.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her voice thick with possessiveness. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she lined herself up. The anticipation was agony, every second stretching into eternity as you waited, trembling, for her next move. When she finally pushed inside you, it was with a brutal force that stole the breath from your lungs. You gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets as she began to move, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Scream for me,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “Let me hear how much you need this.”

And you did. Your cries filled the room, mingling with the sound of her harsh breaths as she claimed you completely. Your body was no longer your own, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission as she brought you to the brink once more. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over, she slowed, her movements becoming agonizingly deliberate.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a cruel caress. “Not until I say so.”

You sobbed, your body trembling with the effort to hold on. “Please,” you begged, your voice broken. “Please, Hyeju… let me come…”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Soon,” she promised, her tone laced with dark amusement. “But first, I want to hear you beg one more time…”

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elryuse · 12 days ago

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Bite Me & Own Me

Yandere Vampire Gowon X Male Reader

Tags : Vampire Gowon, Body Worship, Biting, Kissing, Dominant, Body Licking, Submission

Words : 4,422 Words

This Is a Commission Story for My Friend @starconstruction again, Thanks a lot for the support Bruv. I hope you like it.

The stadium lights flickered, casting long shadows across the empty seats as Y/n adjusted his earpiece, the faint hum of feedback buzzing in his ear. He glanced at his watch—10:47 PM. The concert had ended nearly an hour ago, but the energy of the crowd still lingered in the air, a ghostly echo of screams and applause. His coworkers had already left for the night, leaving him alone to finish the post-show cleanup. Or so he thought.

As he bent down to pick up a discarded poster, he felt it—the eyes. A cold, lingering gaze that prickled the back of his neck like ice. He straightened, his breath hitching as he scanned the darkened arena. Was someone still here? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head, brushing it off as exhaustion. After all, who would stay behind in this cavernous place after hours?

But then he remembered her. Gowon. The idol. The way she’d looked at him during the soundcheck, her lips curling into that knowing smirk as if she could see straight through him. He’d been embarrassed, sure, but flattered too. Who wouldn’t be? She was Gowon—a rising star, a goddess among mortals. Her beauty was almost otherworldly, her voice captivating, her presence magnetic. Yet, something about her gaze had felt… different. Almost predatory.

“Stop being paranoid,” he muttered to himself, stuffing the poster into a trash bag. But the feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it grew heavier, more suffocating, until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He turned, half-expecting to see nothing, but there she was.

Gowon stood at the edge of the stage, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of emergency exit signs. She wasn’t dressed in her dazzling performance outfit anymore. Instead, she wore a sleek black gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her lips—those damn lips—curved into a sly smile as she stepped forward.

“You’re still here,” she said, her voice low and melodic, sending a wave of warmth through him despite the chill in the air.

Y/n’s throat went dry. “Uh, yeah. Just finishing up. What about you?”

She tilted her head, studying him with those piercing eyes. “I was looking for you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Me? Why?”

Instead of answering, she took another step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. The sound echoed through the empty stadium, each one amplifying his unease. “You’ve been on my mind all evening,” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness laced with something darker. “That shy little look you gave me earlier… it was adorable.”

He swallowed hard, his palms sweating. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just—”

“You were curious,” she finished for him, her smile widening. “Curious about me. About what I’m really like when the cameras aren’t rolling.” She was close now, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral yet intoxicating, like roses dipped in wine.

Before he could respond, a scream shattered the silence. It came from outside, sharp and panicked, cutting through the night like a knife. Y/n’s head snapped toward the sound, his instincts kicking in. “What was that?”

Gowon’s expression didn’t change. If anything, she seemed amused. “Go see for yourself.”

Without thinking, he bolted toward the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest. The parking lot was dimly lit, the rows of cars eerily silent except for the faint sound of footsteps. And then he saw it—his coworker, Minji, slumped against a car, her hands clutching her neck as blood seeped through her fingers. Gowon stood over her, her lips stained crimson, her fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Y/n froze, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “W-What the hell—”

Gowon turned to him, her eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh good, you came,” she said, licking her lips. “I was hoping you’d join us.”

Panic surged through him, overriding every rational thought. He turned to run, but she was faster—far faster than any human should be. In an instant, she was in front of him, her hand clamping around his wrist with inhuman strength. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Her grip was like iron, unyielding and cold.

“Let go!” he shouted, thrashing against her hold.

She laughed—a low, melodious sound that sent chills down his spine. “Don’t waste your energy,” she whispered, leaning in so close that her breath brushed against his ear. “This is inevitable.”

Before he could protest, she struck, her fangs sinking into his neck with a sharp pain that quickly dulled into a strange, tingling numbness. He gasped, his vision blurring as darkness crept in at the edges. The last thing he saw before everything went black was her face—smiling, triumphant, and utterly irresistible.

When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the chains. Heavy, cold metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to a plush bed. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and something else—something metallic and coppery. He struggled against the restraints, his breathing quickening as panic set in.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Her voice came from the shadows, smooth and velvety, before she stepped into the light. Gowon looked even more breathtaking up close, her flawless skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She wore nothing but a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness.

“Wh-What do you want from me?” Y/n stammered, his voice trembling.

She smiled, running a finger along the edge of the bed as she circled him. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to worship me.”

His eyes widened. “Worship you?”

She stopped at the foot of the bed, her gaze locking onto his. “Yes. Every inch of me. And if you do it well…” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “…I might let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing as reality sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward, his lips grazing the smooth skin of her leg. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat through him. He moved higher, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. “Now keep going…”

And so he did, every lick, every touch, drawing him deeper into her web—into her dark, obsessive world where escape was no longer an option.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. The room was suffocatingly dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the cracked blinds. Her silhouette loomed over him, predatory and possessive, her eyes glowing with an unnatural crimson hue. He couldn’t move—not that he wanted to anymore. His body was betraying him, responding to her even as his mind screamed at him to run.

She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips curled into a smile, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. “You look so delicious,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with honeyed danger. “All mine.”

His breath hitched. Mine. The word echoed in his mind, sinking deeper and deeper until it felt like a brand seared into his soul. She didn’t just want him—she owned him. And he knew it.

Her hand reached out, slender fingers brushing against his cheek. The touch was feather-light, almost tender, but the intentions behind it were anything but. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Why is that?”

“I-I wasn’t—” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. He couldn’t finish the lie. She already knew the truth.

She chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and menacing. “Don’t bother lying, darling. I can hear your heartbeat. It tells me everything.” Her nails trailed down his neck, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “You’re scared… but you’re also curious. Aren’t you?”

He couldn’t deny it. There was something about her—something magnetic and terrifying all at once. He had tried to stay away, tried to convince himself that she was dangerous, that she would ruin him. But every time he saw her, every time she looked at him with those piercing eyes, he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Her fingers slid lower, settling on his collarbone. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice softening as if she were marveling at him. “So beautiful. So fragile.” Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “And all mine.”

His knees buckled, and he sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets for support. She followed him effortlessly, her movements fluid and predatory. One leg swung over his lap, trapping him beneath her weight. Her skirt rode up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh. His gaze lingered there, unable to look away.

She noticed, of course. She always did. “Go on,” she coaxed, her voice a velvet whisper. “Touch me.”

His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing her skin. It was warm, impossibly so, and softer than he had imagined. Her scent filled his senses—sweet and metallic, like roses dipped in blood. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“That’s it,” she murmured, leaning back slightly to give him more access. “You’re doing so well…”

Encouraged by her words, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky exhale. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Now keep going…”

He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh. Every lick, every kiss, drew him deeper into her spell. His hands roamed higher, exploring the curves of her legs, the dip of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending waves of desire crashing through him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”

He could feel her watching him, her gaze heavy and possessive. It made his cheeks burn, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. She was everything—his obsession, his tormentor, his salvation. And he was completely at her mercy.

Her other hand reached down, cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Do you understand now?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind. “There’s no escaping me. You belong to me.”

He nodded, his breath hitching as her thumb stroked his bottom lip. “Y-yes…”

She smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin that sent another wave of heat coursing through him. “Good,” she said, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her mouth was demanding, claiming him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He melted into her, his hands gripping her waist as if letting go would mean certain death. She tasted like sin and power, and he couldn’t get enough.

When she finally pulled away, he was panting, his lips swollen and tingling. She smirked, clearly pleased with the effect she had on him. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” she murmured, her voice teasing as she shifted her weight, positioning herself above him.

His pulse quickened, anticipation coiling tightly in his gut. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of what was to come. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her top and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin flawless and glowing in the moonlight. And her eyes—those piercing, crimson eyes—held him captive, refusing to let him look away. “Well?” she purred, running a finger along the edge of her bra. “What are you waiting for?”

He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, his hands trembling as they settled on her hips. She leaned into his touch, her expression softening slightly. “That’s my good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval.

But then her expression shifted, her gaze darkening as a playful smirk twisted her lips. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’re safe,” she warned, her tone laced with mischief. “I still haven’t decided whether I’m going to devour you tonight… or save you for later.”

His breath hitched, his heart racing as her words sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Make me proud,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “And maybe I’ll let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his hands still resting on her hips as she leaned closer, her crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could feel the sharp points of her fangs grazing his neck. She wasn’t just teasing him anymore—she was testing him. Testing how far he would go to survive. How much he would give up to please her.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his shirt before she tugged at the fabric, exposing his collarbone. He shivered but didn’t pull away. There was no point. She had already taken control of every fiber of his being, and he knew it. The realization should have been terrifying, but instead, a strange heat pooled low in his stomach, twisting his fear into something darker, more desperate.

“You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against his ear. “But not entirely from fear, are you?”

He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words came out. Instead, a small, helpless sound escaped him as her tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. His grip on her hips tightened instinctively, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, approving hum.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re learning.”

Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses along his jaw until she reached his neck. He could feel the pressure of her teeth against his flesh, teasing but not breaking the skin. Not yet. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. She’s going to bite me, he thought, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. And I’m going to let her.

“Do you want this?” she asked, her voice a velvet purr that sent a shiver down his spine. “Or are you too afraid to admit it?”

His throat felt dry, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally managed to speak. “I… I don’t know.”

She chuckled, the sound low and dark, and pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made his breath catch, and for a moment, he felt pinned beneath her stare, unable to look away.

“Liar,” she said, a sly smile curling her lips. “You want this. You need this. And deep down, you know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

He couldn’t deny it. Not when her presence filled the room like a storm, swirling around him and suffocating any resistance he might have had left. Not when her touch lit fires under his skin, leaving him craving more. Not when her voice wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her web.

“Please,” he whispered, the word escaping before he could stop it. It was a plea, a surrender, and she knew it.

Her smile widened, her fangs glinting in the dim light as she leaned in again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Her lips found his neck once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. He felt the sharp sting as her fangs pierced his skin, followed by a rush of warmth as she began to drink. His knees buckled, but she held him steady, her grip firm and unyielding. A moan escaped his lips, unintentional but undeniable, as pleasure mingled with the pain, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that left him lightheaded and dizzy.

She drank slowly, savoring every drop, and he could feel the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if she were weaving herself into the very fabric of his being, binding him to her in ways he couldn’t fully understand. He was hers now—body, mind, and soul—and he knew there was no going back.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and her eyes shone with a predatory gleam that made his stomach clench. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue sliding over the crimson streaks as she studied him, taking in the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.

“Mine,” she declared, her voice firm and possessive. “From now on, you belong to me.”

He nodded, his voice failing him as he struggled to find the strength to stand. But she wasn’t done yet. Her hand slid up his chest, stopping over his racing heart, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was equal parts tender and demanding. Her taste—metallic and sweet from his blood—filled his mouth, and he groaned softly as her tongue tangled with his, claiming him all over again.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched his own. He gasped as she nipped at his bottom lip, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin as she pulled back just enough to smirk at him.

“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “But we’re not finished yet.”

Before he could respond, she pushed him back onto the bed, following him down with a predatory grace that left no doubt about who was in control. Her weight pressed against him, pinning him in place, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze of desire clouding his mind.

He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers as she leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them. Her lips brushed against his once more, soft and teasing, before she pulled back to trail kisses down his jaw and neck, stopping where she had bitten him earlier.

“Do you feel it?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper against his skin. “The bond between us? It’s unbreakable now. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you’ll always be mine.”

He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her hands explored his body with a possessiveness that left him aching for more. Every touch, every kiss, every word was a reminder of the hold she had over him, and he was powerless to resist.

“Say it,” she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity as she pinned him with her gaze. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling but sincere. “Completely.”

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. “Good. Now show me.”

Her lips crashed against his again, and this time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was pure hunger, pure need, and he responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, arching up against her. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of darkness and desire that neither of them could escape.

She pulled away from him, her lips glistening with the taste of his blood and his desire. Her crimson eyes gleamed as she took a step back, her fingers trailing down his chest before breaking contact entirely. The air between them felt electric, charged with an unspoken promise that made his breath hitch.

“You think you’ve seen me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, like velvet brushing against his skin. “But you haven’t. Not yet.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, transfixed. She moved to the center of the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The dim light caught the edges of her form, casting long shadows that seemed to ripple with her every motion. He could feel the power radiating off her, a dark energy that made his knees weak.

She began to sway, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands drifted upward, fingers threading through her hair as she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. His mouth went dry as he realized what she was doing—she wasn’t just dancing. She was transforming.

Her body shifted, elongating slightly, her movements becoming more animalistic, more primal. Her crimson eyes glowed brighter, the predatory hunger in them undeniable. Her fangs elongated further, sharp and gleaming, and her nails grew into claws that flexed momentarily before she curled them into loose fists. She was shedding the illusion of humanity, revealing the true monster beneath the surface.

Yet, even as fear coiled in his gut, it was impossible to look away. She was mesmerizing, a creature of darkness and beauty, and he was utterly captivated.

“This is who I am,” she said, her voice echoing with a deeper resonance now. It wasn’t just her words—it was her presence, her very essence that demanded his attention. “Do you still want me?”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he nodded, his gaze locked on hers, unable to tear himself away.

She smiled, slow and dangerous, and began to move again. This time, her dance was more deliberate, more intimate. She prowled closer, her steps measured, each one bringing her nearer to him. The air around her seemed to shimmer, as though the room itself was bending to her will.

When she was close enough to touch, she reached out, her clawed fingers grazing his cheek. He shuddered at the sensation, the cool touch of her skin sending a jolt of heat through him. Her other hand trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching as they went, leaving faint red lines in their wake. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure, and he let out a shaky breath.

“Dance with me,” she whispered, her voice like a caress. She didn’t wait for his response, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. Her arms wound around him, her body pressed flush against his, and she began to guide him in slow, sensual movements.

At first, his steps were awkward, hesitant, but she led him with ease, her confidence infectious. Soon, he found himself falling into the rhythm, his body responding to hers as if they had been doing this forever. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only her, her scent, her touch, her heat.

Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, “You belong to me now. Body and soul.”

He couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her, his heart beating in time with hers, his breaths coming in sync. She was everything—the center of his universe, the keeper of his darkest desires.

Her hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, and he gasped as her fingers wrapped around him. Her grip tightened, teasingly slow, and she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his.

“Tell me you want this,” she murmured, her voice a mix of command and temptation. “Tell me you need it.”

“I… I need it,” he stammered, his voice shaking with desire. “I need you.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she tightened her hold, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “Good boy.”

She released him then, stepping back just enough to strip away her clothing in one fluid motion. Her body was radiant, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. She was both terrifying and breathtaking, a goddess of the night.

She reached for him again, pulling him close, and this time there was no hesitation in his movements. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch, every detail, committing it all to memory. She was cold to the touch, but the fire within her burned bright, igniting something deep inside him.

Her lips found his neck, her fangs scraping lightly against his skin. He tensed instinctively, but she soothed him with a soft murmur, her tongue laving over the spot before biting down. The sharp sting of pain gave way to a wave of pleasure, and he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she drank from him.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and she licked them clean with deliberate slowness. “Mine,” she repeated, her voice firm and commanding.

He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She guided him to the floor, her body moving over his with predatory grace. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her claws pressing just enough to remind him of her strength. She leaned down, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Now, show me how much you mean it.”

And so he did, every movement, every touch, every kiss pouring his devotion into her. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of darkness and desire where nothing else mattered but the connection between them.

As their bodies moved together, she leaned in close, her lips grazing his ear. “You’ll never leave me,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessive certainty. “Will you?”

“Never,” he gasped, his resolve crumbling under her touch. “I’m yours. Forever.”

#loona #loosemble #loona gowon #vampire au #vampire kpop #gowon smut #loona smut #loosemble smut #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #yandere #yandere girl #yandere blog #yandere stories

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elryuse · 10 months ago

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A Yandere Jeon Heejin x Male Reader please

THIRST

YANDERE JEON HEEJIN X MALE READER

In the bustling halls of Maplewood High School, Heejin reigned as the epitome of popularity. With her flawless looks, captivating charm, and effortless grace, she was adored by many. Yet beneath her radiant facade lurked a dark obsession, one that revolved around her childhood friend, Lee Y/n.

"Yah Stupid Head... Give me your lunch money".

"P-please don't do this to me.. I've never done anything to you.. ".

"How dare you talk back to me... Boys punch him harder.. ".

"No please. Stop... Ahh".

Once inseparable, Heejin and Y/n shared a bond forged in the innocence of youth. However, as they entered high school, Heejin's rise to popularity led her down a path of cruelty. She reveled in her newfound status, using it to belittle and torment Y/n, relishing in his pain as he endured her relentless bullying.

Despite Heejin's transformation into the school's golden girl, her heart ached with an unspoken longing for the boy she had once cherished. But pride and peer pressure kept her from acknowledging her true feelings, and she pushed Y/n further away with each passing day.

Then tragedy struck. A horrific accident shattered the illusion of Heejin's perfect life, leaving her ostracized by her former friends and drowning in a sea of despair. In her darkest hour, it was Y/n who extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of her anguish.

"Stay away from us Heejin... You're ugly as heck... Ahahaha.... C'mon girls let's leave her".

"Girl's please... I'm one of the most popular girls right..."??

"Bitch please... Once we know how fake you were... Your career is basically over".

"Please... I've done everything for this group... For you all... ".

"Let's leave girlsss.. ".

"No... Please.. Don't leave mee...".

"Are you alright Heejin"?

"Y.. Y/n...".?

"C'mon let's get you back on the right track Heejin.. ".

"Y/n...*sobs* I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... After everything that I've done... I'm sorry... ".

"It's okay... Let's get you home safely now.. ".

"Thank you... Thank you Y/n *hugs him* Thank youu".

As Heejin found herself drawn to Y/n's unwavering kindness, her feelings evolved into something far more consuming. She watched him with a feverish intensity, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. But as her affection deepened, so too did her obsession, spiraling into a dangerous obsession that consumed her every thought.

Determined to make Y/n hers and hers alone, Heejin's actions grew increasingly erratic and possessive. She would go to any lengths to keep him by her side, manipulating situations to isolate him from others and showering him with suffocating affection.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM... HE'S MINE BICTCH... *thud* YOU BETTER STAY AT THAT POSITION, IF YOU DARE TO WOKE UP... I'M GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN.. AND AGAIN.. ".

"please... Help-".

"I SAID SHUR THE FUCK UP".

"y/n...help..m-".

"I WILL MAKE SURE HE FORGETS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YUNA... HIS MEMORIES WIYH YOU WILL BE GONE.. I SHALL TAKE THAT PLACE INSTEAD... BYE BYE SWEETIE AND SWEET DREAMS".

"y/n...agh..uh...hh".

But as Heejin's grip tightened, Y/n began to sense the darkness lurking within her, and fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Trapped in Heejin's suffocating embrace, he realized that her love had transformed into something monstrous, a twisted obsession that threatened to consume them both.

Caught in the clutches of Heejin's dangerous affection, Y/n could only watch helplessly as the girl he once knew descended further into madness. And in the shadow of her obsession, their once-cherished bond stood on the brink of destruction, a casualty of Heejin's desperate desire to possess him at any cost.

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #apreciation post #heejin #loona #artms #yandere scenarios #yandere stories #yandere

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lovesanmotion · 3 years ago

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Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

3: Singing in the Rain

When Mrs Jung was pregnant, she often wished for her unborn child to look like a doll. It didn't matter to her if her unborn child would come out as a boy or a girl, she'd still love them wholeheartedly. And when the baby came out as a girl and looked like a doll that she has hoped for, Mrs Jung was simply overjoyed.

Growing up, Jinsoul was very spoiled. With a silver spoon on her mouth, whatever she wished for, it would immediately come to her like a snap of a finger. Life is like a bed roses for her, having everyone under her command at a young age, being able to summon them anything she wanted.

Though there came a time when a new young maid arrived at their home and rejected her request to buy her a betta fish, telling her that it would be wiser to keep a goldfish instead. Young Jinsoul started whining and complaining about wanting a blue betta, her cries resonating all over the house while flailing her arms by her sides. Unknown to her, she unconsciously took a hold of her silver knife and almost stabbed the young maid but missed.

Jinsoul stopped crying when she heard the older woman tremble in front of her, seeing her body shake felt satisfying.

"I...I will go get you that fish you requested for"

At a young age, Jinsoul learned that she could use violence to gain something.

Jinsoul slammed her hands down on the wooden table as she angrily eyed the person who got too close to the love of her life - Heejin.

It had been weeks since Y/N arrived at their school and Jinsoul so badly wanted to walk up to her and introduce herself to her, being able to hang out with her. But her chances would fall short as Heejin would often steal her and drag her away. A little game that she and Heejin unvocably liked to play.

The lights of the many monitor screens illuminated on her face, zooming the cctv camera closer to your face as Jinsoul lets out a dreamy sigh.

"Oh Y/N, how I badly want to hold your hand" She says, placing her elbows on top of the table and resting her cheeks in her palms. She was supposed to be in class, but Jinsoul rather spend her one hour and a half staring at you.

Her dreamy looks suddenly faltered as you got up from your seat and headed out the doors and into the bathroom. Immediately getting up from the security house, Jinsoul ran towards the second floor bathroom. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she found your feet inside one of the stalls, glad to know that she came just in time.

Jinsoul slightly walked backwards as she heard you shifting inside and pretended to bump into you as you got out.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N said, bowing her head to the senior student in front you.

Jinsoul grinned to herself, you looked pretty up close. Inhaling the scent of the stall you were just in. "No worries! You're the new student right? Wow you look prettier up close"

She watched as y/n blushed to herself. "You're too kind, senior-"

"Oh please call me Jinsoul!"

Y/N blinked before getting herself together. "O-Oh okay..."

Immediately, Y/N rushed out of the bathroom, feeling as if she stayed longer she'd pee herself. Jinsoul watched as the flustered girl leave, letting out a soft chuckle before following her out. Instead of heading to her own class, Jinsoul lingered longer on the floor where Y/N's classroom is, occassionally walking past the windows, casting quick glances at her before finally leaving the floor of the classroom, but on her way out, she uses a spare key to unlock Y/N's locker, taking out the blue umbrella and bringing it along with her.

And just like how Jinsoul predicted, it started to rain that afternoon, just as when the classes ended. Leaving the security room, she walked back to Y/N's classroom, seeing her looking confused right in front of her locker.

"What are you looking for?" Jinsoul asks, slowly making her way towards y/n.

"My umbrella. I can't find it." Y/N answers, now rummaging through her backpack. "I know I left it here." She adds, her visible stress finally showing on her face.

"I could take you home. I have an umbrella with me." Jinsoul offers a smile at her, taking out her own clear foldable umbrella.

"Won't I be in your way?" Y/N asks, slowly zipping her backpack close.

Jinsoul immediately shook her head. "If anything, it makes me happy to see you home safe." Slowly Jinsoul leaned down, face level with Y/N. "I want you depend on me, Y/N. I can do anything for you."

Jinsoul watched as Y/N nodded her head, smiling at the younger girl before holding her hand and walking her home, even lending to Y/N her spare jacket to wrap the sleeves around her waist, covering up her legs.

The small gestures made Y/N's heart flutter. Jinsoul was her upperclass senior and maybe, she felt nice to help her. Not knowing that she was only like this to her exclusively.

#loona odd eye circle #jinsoul #loona x reader #loona x y/n #loona x you #loona x female reader #yandere!loona x reader #yandere!loona x female reader #yandere!loona x oc #yandere!loona x y/n #yandere!loona x you #jinsoul x reader #jinsoul x you #jinsoul x y/n #yandere!jinsoul #jung jinsoul

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lovesanmotion · 3 years ago

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Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

1: Vivid

"Everyone, there is a new student coming to join us!" Ms Oh chirped happily as she stood behind the desk and all the girls at Haesbich Girls' High School suddenly broke into loud gossips, anticipating the who the new girl could be.

Except, Jeon Heejin. The girl with dark brown hair, fair white skin, small, buttoned nose, rosy pink lips, pixie like ears and chilly whiskey brown eyes that sat at the very back of the classroom. She never liked any of the girls in her class; for Heejin, all them were mean and two faced bitches under the disguise of their innocent faces.

As the wooden door opened, Heejin's eyes widened into the shapes of a full moon. How could someone so pretty be human? Her eyes followed the face of the new girl who shyly clutched onto the straps of her backpack, Heejin swore to herself that nobody could be that pretty.

But you defied all the impossible.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Please take care of me!"

Y/N. The way she spoke her name sounded so beautiful that it made Heejin's heart skip a thousand times more. As all the other girls were busy fawning at how cute you were, Heejin snarled and wanted your attention all on her.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ms Y/L/N." Ms Oh smiled as she turned her head to face you. "Why don't you take that fee seat?"

Heejin side glanced at the free seat besides her. She couldn't believe that the new girl would be sitting right beside her! Pleased that nobody chose to sit beside her in the beginning of the term, she pulled the chair for you and offered you one of her most eye catching smiles.

"Hi!" She greeted at you. "I'm Heejin!"

As Ms Oh started to lecture, Heejin could care less about it. She was busy basking her eyes in your side profile, marvelling at the smooth structure of your chin, your pointed nose and long and lush eyelashes.

' If the Goddess Hera were to see you, she would be jealous of your beauty. ' Heejin thought to herself.

As the bell rang for recess, you started to pack up all of your belongings that you took out.

"I can show you around the campus. I can give you a tour if you want me to." Heejin suddenly spoke before you could get up from your seat. Smiling shyly while looking down, you nodded your head.

"I'd love that!"

₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎

"Heejin..what if someone sees us here?" You shakily asked as smoke came out of your mouth from the cold.

"Chill out, babe. It's just us here. Fuck what the world thinks were doing." Heejin grins and helps you climb up the wired fence while chewing the cherry flavored gum inside her mouth. "Plus, I don't think anyone would be here because one, this place is abandoned. And two, we can scare people off and think the ghosts of this place are haunting and operating it."

But what Heejin really wanted to say is that she came prepared for the insides of her denim jacket contained: a 9mm pistol.

"I can't believe a place like this closed down when people created a lot of memories here. Both old and young. What do you think- Heejin?" You suddenly stopped and asked on where could she be, suddenly missing by your side.

It was cold and dark and anything could pop in front of you. You gulped and crossed your arms to yourself while Heejin's sweatshirt kept you warm. "Heejin-ah..." you muttered, almost on the verge of tears when all of a sudden bright lights of gold lit up.

"Did you like my surprise? I got my hands dirty for you and I'll get really mad if you say you didn't like it." Heejin feigned her frown. But a small chuckle elicited your lips as you suddenly brought the girl in your arms, tightening your hold around her. "I like it very much."

The first ride you went to is the merry go round, enjoying the ride no matter how many times you've enjoyed being spun around and brought up and down of the machine. Just like the merry go round, your life was a continous cycle that never seemed to end, your life always going up and down and you didn't know how to change it.

But it was Heejin who broke the loop for you; you got out of the track.

And while you were smiling and enjoying the ride, Heejin looked at you like you were of the stars, the sky and all the heavenly forms. Nothing else mattered to her, just you and you alone. And Heejin would kill anyone who dared to get in between your relationship.

After the merry go round, Heejin proposed to go to the haunted ride next. She wouldn't deny it, but the reason why she wanted go there next is because she wanted you to cling onto her. Everything you do, you did very cutely, and Heejin just couldn't get enough of you. You could just breathe and she would find it breathtaking, magnificent, talented.

Although of course, only Heejin could breathe the same air and walk the same path as you.

From the haunted ride to the spinning teacups and the roller coaster, this was a night you would never forget.

Sheltered all your life from what the world has to offer, Heejin brought you out from the confinements of your bedroom and showed one half of what the world has in store for you to discover, and you were loving every minute you stayed.

"I wish my life could be like this" You suddenly spoke as you slowly swung yourself on the playground, Heejin sitting right besides you.

"I wish my parents weren't so overprotective of me. And I wish this night wouldn't end."

Hearing this, Heejin reached out to hold your hand. Hearing those words wanted her to take away the pain you feel.

"We'll create more memories together. You and me."

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lovesanmotion · 4 years ago

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The Masterlist

[ ♥ ] yandere [ ♦ ] fluff [ ♣ ] smut [ ♠ ] angst [✶] mafia

Last Updated: 100421

ATEEZ:

MTL:

kill their S/O in blind rage

want to have kids

s/o who does and doesn’t curse

long hair, short hair

date a noona but with a youthful aura

say “i love you” to escape doing chores

to steal your food

date and marry a foreigner

get married first

Scenarios:

yandere!ateez as fanboys ♥

three non-yandere things you do together ♥ ♦

ateez as yanderes ♥

kidnapping you ♥

getting possessive of you, their 9th member ♥ ♦

as produce 101 contestants

yandere!ateez vs skz fighting over you ♥

mafia!ateez public sex ♣

finding somebody else ♠

joining we got married ♦

as sugar daddies ♣

as dilfs ♣

as brat tamers ♣

sundays with dad!ateez ♦

as love languages ♦

giving you oral ♣

joining return of superman with their child ♦

night routine ♥

Reactions:

running away ♥

s/o writing a song about them ♥

singing to their S/O to sleep ♥ ♦

s/o working with a male idol ♥ ♠

s/o getting into a dating scandal ♥ ♠

s/o working with another idol for a couple stage ♥

you as their 9th member getting hate comments online ♦ ♠

another member confesses their love for you ♦ ♠

having a clumsy yet affection s/o ♥ ♦

s/o with agere ♥ ♦

dispatch revealing your relationship ♦ ♠

seeing his s/o kill for the first time part 1 ♥

seeing his s/o kill for the first time part 2 ♥

calling them “bro” ♦

cutting your bangs and failing miserably ♦

outing his relationship with s/o ♦

being sweet with s/o unknown to a hidden camera ♦

s/o getting hate ♠

idol!s/o goes to their concert ♦

s/o has degradation kink ♣

s/o being filmed upskirt ♥

seeing s’o’s standee ♥

their daughter has a crush on his member ♦

their children joining his meeting part 1 ♦

another member initiates skinship with his crush ♠

breaking into your house ♥

their child is a daddy’s boy/girl ♦

getting to his s/o’s fan call event ♥

sending their baby to daycare ♦

foreign s/o wears a hanbok ♦

being distant and getting close to another member ♠

you wanting a baby ♥ ♣

in a serious arguement with s/o ♠ part 1

senior idol mentioning you as their idol type ♥

locking you up in a cage and liking it ♥

making up with their s/o ♦ ♠ part 2

s/o still talking to their ex ♥

sending them nudes during a live / shoot ♣

falling in love with fubu!s/o ♠

braiding your hair ♦

seeing s/o do aegyo for the first time ♥ ♦

taking care of their pregnant s/o ♦

seeing s/o after a break up with a new guy ♠

s/o finally loving them back ♥ ♦

s/o being the most loved and popular cheerleader ♥

filming a rated scene with you, their 9th member ♥ ♣

s/o helping them wash up ✶♦

s/o taking care of them ♥

being in love with a popular foreign girl ♥

their crush having their sixth sense open

yandere!reader kills their s/o part 1♥ ♠

yandere!reader kidnaps them part 2 ♥ ♠

s/o dying in their dreams ✶

s/o flinching ♥

s/o wearing a lola bunny costume

drunk confessing to s/o

spying on s/o ✶

s/o bailing them out ♥

s/o giving birth to their first born child ✶

cat and mouse with s/o ♥

idol!s/o’s members not in favor with him

s/o protecting them ✶

proposing to s/o ✶

agere!s/o being a brat ♠

comforting s/o

comforting s/o with ptsd ✶

private session with s/o ♣

their crush is a police officer

having a crush on shy!s/o

( 98 liner ) being the photographer for s/o’s boudoir photoshoot ♥

( innocent line ) kiss cam with bff!s/o ♦

waiting for you after marriage ♣

a risque song playing in innocent!s/o’s playlist ♣

s/o hitting them ♥

getting into a car accident and coma ♠

s/o committing suicide ♥

you, their 9th member, getting a special performance in kingdom ♥

( demon line) r&j!au being chased by the cops ♠

( rentalbf!2Ho ) renting him for a day ♦

idol!s/o joins lipstick prince

join running man with idol!s/o

the morning after a one night stand

seeing your baby pictures

calling them by their first name

( 99 liner ) texting them “he’s leaving now, you can come over”

s/o has praise kink ♣

s/o’s group on the verge of disbanding ♥

breaking up while you carry his child ♠

s/o dying to protect them ♠

witnessing s/o be intimate with another member

meeting their favorite foreign artist (you)

idol!s/o doing well as a soloist and interacting more ♥

idol!s/o giving too much attention to a different fansite ♥

s/o has adhd ♥

you, their 9th member gets kidnapped ♠

s/o is a dj

Oneshots:

desire - kim hongjoong ♥ ♣

take me home - choi san ♣

if without you - choi san ♣

stay - kim hongjoong ♣

treasure - jung yunho ♦

one day at a time - park seonghwa ♣

sunrise - kang yeosang ♣

illusion - song mingi ♦ ♠

part 1

part 2

better - 2Ho (yunho & jongho) ♣

still here - jung wooyoung ♣ ♠

inception - choi san ♠

my way - jeong yunho ♠

thank u - jung wooyoung ♠ ♦

precious - song mingi ♦ ♠

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

wave - choi san

light - jeong yunho ✶

part 1

part 2

crescent - jung wooyoung ♦

good lil boy - park seonghwa ♦

answer - jeong yunho ♠

hearts awakened, live alive - jeong yunho ♥

wonderland - kim hongjoong

part 1

part 2

fever - choi jongho ♥

long journey - park seonghwa ♦

celebrate - ot8

time to love - choi san

horizon - kim hongjoong

to the beat - park seonghwa

dancing like butterfly wings - choi jongho ♣

i’m the one - jung wooyoung ♥

dear diary - song mingi

blue summer - jung wooyoung

dazzling light - park seonghwa ♥

leave the door open - kim hongjoong ♣

promise - kang yeosang ♥

be my lover - kim hongjoong

right now - jung wooyoung ♥

it’s raining - kim hongjoong ♣

anyhow - kim hongjoong ♦ ♠

not too late - kim hongjoong, jeong yunho & jung wooyoung ♠

white love - jung wooyoung & kang yeosang ♠

Yandere Fanboy Series:

A day in the life... yandere mini series:

hongjoong | seonghwa

LOONA:

MTL:

violent yandere, soft yandere ♥

not like their s/o cursing ♥

adopt a pet with their s/o ♥ ♦

flip a sasaeng

punish their s/o ♥

Reactions:

finding out s/o still sleeps with a teddy bear

meeting their s/o for the first time ♥

( jinsoul ) first date

Oneshots:

Not Friends (Yandere!Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves) ♥

Act 1: ViViD

Act 2: Eclipse

Act 3: Singing in the Rain

Act 4: New

Act 5: The Final Act

NCT:

Scenarios:

nct 127 as Produce 101 Contestants ♦

nct dream as types of dates

Yandere Profiles:

kun

Reactions:

( wayv ) foreign s/o making their favorite dish ♦

( wayv ) having sex with an inexperienced s/o ♣

( wayv ) roughhousing / playfighting with s/o ♦

( brother!00 liner ) asking them how do you look

( wayv ) s/o not saying “i love you” back when he leaves ♦

( dream ) playing 7 minutes in heaven with s/o

( brother!00 liner ) tying your hair into a ponytail

MTL:

date a foreigner

date a tomboy

date an older s/o

survive in a zombie apocalypse

Oneshots:

nectar - qian kun ♥

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yandere!fanboy!ateez reacts: s/o writing a song about them

This is: requested | I guess....the yandere!ateez as fanboys are a success from what I can see. I only uploaded them without thinking. Also, don’t hesitate to blow up my request box! I’m jobless like Hongjoong, Yeosang and Wooyoung. Also, to the sender who requested this, thank you so much for appreciating my blog and writing!

Lyrics I placed in order: Love Battery - LOONA (Immortal Songs) Shadow - F(x) Going Crazy - Secret Jieun ft. BAP Yongguk Peekaboo - Red Velvet Shampoo - After School Babe - Hyuna Into You - Yuri Love Foolish - TWICE

Hongjoong:

“Even if you are not handsome, I like it. Even if you’re not buff, I like it. You are just for me, to me, you are the best.”

Hongjoong stood among the crowd with a foolish smile painted on his lips. His hands placed on top of his chest as he listens to your new song that you are performing at your comeback concert.

“Hold me one more time. Hold me tightly until I burst. Love’s effect must be fading. I need you.”

A soft sigh escapes his lips dramatically. Lovestuck as he watches the love of his life sing a song about him and how she constantly needed his touch or else she’d die from his lack of attention on her.

“Fill me with love. Love battery has drained. I can’t live without you, I really can’t live without you. You are my battery.”

He clutches his chest tightly, his heart beating loudly inside. He didn’t cared how wild the others were cheering for your comeback stage, all that matters to him is that this song was made for him. Just for him. Normally he would promote your songs by requesting them on radio stations, but he hesitated on the idea of promoting it. This was his song. And only he gets the full rights to enjoy it. The others are just listening to it, he thought that you were kind enough to let everyone hear the song you made especially for him.

“To me, you are everything. I like you so much, I totally like you. My only love, there’s no other, my love. You are the best.”

As the comeback concert ended, everyone inside the concert hall talked about how your comeback song is a hit and promised to get you another music show win. The others gushed how you must be in love that you wrote a song about affection.

Hongjoong could only chuckle to himself as he walks out of the venue, hands filled with your individual merchandise and a wallet almost empty after emptying the shelves of your concert goods.

“Stupid fools think that the song is for them when in fact the song is about me. Me! Only me! Why would Y/N ever notice all of you when a whole me exists?” Hongjoong thought to himself as he walked alone late that night.

Seonghwa:

“Everyday, I secretly chase after your footsteps. I’m always careful so you won’t notice. No one says it but our date has started, our own date.”

Click click! Seonghwa focuses his camera on a different angle before taking another shot of you. Click click!

“Where are you going? Step by step, I follow you. Without a word you lead me. Step by step, did you notice me? I have nowhere to hide anymore.”

Yesterday, Starlight made a comeback and today, they are performing their comeback song at a radio station. For this comeback, Starlight’s Y/N participated in the song writing, having been credited two songs in the mini album. She partook writing the comeback song!

“When the sun rises, I walk in sync and together with you. I am really really into you. When the moon rises, you fall asleep in my arms. I really really like you.”

Seonghwa’s parents had been praising him for landing a wonderful job in the corporate world. When in reality, he was only hired by a fellow sasaeng that gave him much flexible work hours so he could still manage to slip out of his work and follow your every footstep in the country or out. He was being paid fairly well even when all he did was just to follow you around.

“Day by day, we resemble each other more and more. Your laughter and tears, I know it all. Don’t be scared, were a fate tied by the sun, its our destiny to be together.”

As the performance ended, the girls sat back down on their seats and the interview rolled in. Fansites can only hang outside of the studio, and of course, Seonghwa is up close, nearest to Y/N.

“Congratulations to Starlight! This is their third comeback and the song is really catchy!” The MC remarked.

“It’s sounds like a summer song! I heard Y/N took part in the production?” The second MC asked, the cameras then turned to face Y/N. Y/N who was flustered, nodded her head. “Yes”

“Can you tell us the story behind the song? Your fans are dying to know the meaning behind such a good song.” The first MC says.

Y/N held the microphone in her head, smiling, she explained: “This is a true to life song. I made a song about a guy who was really handsome and captured my heart. We were always going in the same direction and one time, his hand brushed into mine. And I felt so happy by the small connection.” Y/N chuckles.

When Seonghwa heard about it, he lowered his camera and stared at Y/N. The song was about him. He remembered how he would spend his vacant period at work to follow Y/N when they were shooting an ad around Namsan because of the newly built skywalk. His hand brushed on hers when they were buying food at the convenient store. Seonghwa was so moved by the explanation that he felt like his feelings grew more for you.

“My sunshine likes getting attention. My attention. That’s right, my sunshine, bathe in my attention only. ”

Yunho:

“It’s not love, this isn’t love. It’s just your obsession. Wherever, Whatever I do. It’s frightening. The you who watches me.”

Yunho watched as Y/N practices for her upcoming comeback stage at The Show next week. He admired how she dare approached a bold and mature comeback. And he was so happy to see this new side of his girl. However, he felt like he needed to be more protective of her since she was going for a more risque concept.

“Have you gone crazy? Why are you like this? Please just leave me alone now. Seeing you is suffocating. Please disappear from my sight.”

Yunho stood behind the cameras as he watches Y/N and the featured artist practice. He heard a few staffs make a comment about how the featured artist looks like him. And maybe how you might’ve fallen in love with him. Yunho’s feeling swelled when he heard of those comments. In fact, he was so happy that he heard it from them. But you on the other hand, why do you still deny your feelings for him? Why was it so hard for you to be up front and honest with what you feel? Is it because he works as your manager? You’re in the same company as he is? And that you kept insisting to be professional? At this point, Yunho would resign if that was the case. If he can’t have you because of his line of work, he would be more than pleased to resign and be in your arms everyday.

“Get lost. Just back off. I really can’t breathe. Wherever I go, wherever I am. It’s frightening. The you who follows me.”

Yunho managed to lift the debts off his family. After paying the debts, he was able to even buy a new home for them around Gangnam area. His parents hesitated on the idea at first since owning a land in Gangnam costs way more than renting, Yunho told them not to worry. Not to worry since he is being paid royalty in his job. After that, he was able to spoil you with luxurious gifts and live with you in your apartment. More like forced himself into your home.

“This ain’t right, this isn’t love. It just hurts me, don’t be like this. I loved you. But I don’t now. Erase me from your memory.”

And when the song was released, Yunho was all up for promoting it. He made everyone he know listen to the song in various streaming platforms and watch the MV as well. Whether you would like it or not, Yunho is here to stay in your life. Permanently.

Yeosang:

“Peekaboo! This is new, is this love? All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem. I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine.”

A small painted Yeosang lips as his eyes followed you on stage. He watched you as you danced in a tight red dress. That was his gift for you last Christmas to be exact. The designer brand didn’t really put it out for sale. They only made one and had it up for auction. It was a dress that accentuated your curves and complimented your skin. Yeosang won the auction and had it included in your next comeback.

“Tag you’re it! It’ll be fun! I’ll include you here. Til the moon hangs on the jungle gym, let’s play”

Since Yeosang is someone who holds a high position in the company, he made a proposal to be your sponsor. At first, your members didn’t like the idea since sponsors have a bad reputation attached to it. But you were naive and still proceeded with the sponsorship. You thought it would go bad, but Yeosang made you feel comfortable in his home and gave you all the fame that you wanted. Never did he once ask anything that was against your morals.

“Peekaboo! It’s strange, you’re different. I stop this game and I look at you again. I’m not a fraid, because I just felt that a new story will begin”

Your members were still cautious about Yeosang orbitting around you. There was something about him that they could not lay a finger on. Scared that they would find their contracts terminated the following day. But seeing you happy, they felt like they needed to stop. As long as you are happy, they are happy. Yeosang included.

“Don’t worry, my love. You’re safe with me. Anyone who accuses you will come to me first.”

San:

It was 9pm when you made a surprise V live alone in the recording room of your company building. San was actually nearby, he was hid inside the convenient store where he bumped into you before.

“Hello everyone! Have you all eaten? I missed you alot.” He watches his Y/N pout in the screen. His heart raced a bit,

“I ate already, my love. Don’t worry.” San responds, as if it was only him that you were talking to.

“I made a new song and I’m in the recording room. Apparently, I was given permission to spoil the song for you!” Y/N happily takes her phone and draws it closer to the company phone of where she is doing her live.

“I wanna be shampoo Trickling down your hair I wanna embrace you With my strong fragrance I will wrap around your entire body With white foam So even the mirrors can’t see you I will cover you So no one can have you You won’t ever get rid of my scent”

“That’s all the spoil for now.” Y/N stops the recording and turns the camera to her face again. She leaned her face closer and read a few comments about how would the fans think.

“What is your inspiration behind this song?” She read aloud. She leaned back in her seat with her lips pursed. “In all honesty, I met a male fan last week. I actually bumped into him and I was able to smell his perfume and...” Y/N paused. “He smelled so good that...was it possible to fall in love just by smelling their perfume?” Y/N chuckles softly.

San had his eyes wide. The song was about him. He felt like bursting from his seat but he refrained himself from doing so.

“I hope he isn’t a weird fan. I also have a fan who constantly bothers me even at the late hours. It’s bothering me. And I hope the person stops soon.” Y/N said. Double jackpot! He got mentioned twice by you. He couldn’t wait until the song releases, he was already booking train station platforms in honor for the release of your song.

Mingi:

Was it possible to fall in love with just a touch? Ever since the incident at the Incheon Airport, your company has become stricter and hired more bodyguards when it comes to outside activities. From what you heard, VS Media is even rewriting their rules when it comes to fan and idol gift giving.

“Come on, let me play some more. Why treat babies gently, I cannot count on you, my age. You’ve walked in any magic. I am the one for you. Everyday I wake up. This is mine.”

Ever since the incident at the airport, you slightly became uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the dorm. Despite your feelings, rest assured that your members were always there for you.

“I am not sleeping today. I remember my eyes. I’m not sleeping.”

It’s been a month since you stepped foot inside the airport again, things were going okay. You were able to walk inside and through the gates without any problem. The fans still following your footsteps, you tried to loosen up yourself a bit - smiling and waving at them. Nothing could go wrong.

Until, you saw a figure from your peripheral vision. You turned your head to take a look, but no one was there. Strange. As you and your group were able to board the plane, you took a seat near the window and pulled out your lyrics notebook. Flipping through the pages, you stopped at an unfinished work. The unfinished work is your solo song used as an outro for Starlight’s upcoming full album.

“Babe babe babe in your eyes. Babe babe babe in your hand. My appearance is babe babe babe babe. I want to hear it again.”

“Are you writing a song?” You were startled with the question. You turned your head and didn’t noticed how a man with a mask and cap sat besides you already.

“Yes I am” You spoke softly. “Can I read it?” the man besides you asked.

You hesitantly gave him the notebook, the man took it and read through the lyrics.

“I like how you composed the song. It’s still in its raw form too. You’re a genius.” The man complimented. You smiled and thanked him for the compliment. The next thing you knew shocked you.

The man placed a hand on your knee, his other free hand removed his mask and cap. Song Mingi. At that moment, you couldn’t process what was happening. All you knew was that your mind kept telling you to tell at least your members. But your body started heating up at his touch.

“Did you miss me?”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung had disguised himself as the photographer for your album. The night before it came, he worked on creating his fake ID and borrowed a spare camera to use for the production.

“At that smile that sees my eyes. For me, the whole world is bathed in light. Hold my hands and I close my eyes. I hope this time stops here.”

Wooyoung’s breath almost took away as he saw you in black under shorts and wrinkled and almost unbuttoned white button down. He didn’t know what the concept was but his eyes were already feasting on your body, not ever feeling full.

“Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together. The one thing that I want. You seep into me, you spread inside of me.”

“Ms Y/N taking the bold move of doing her first sexy concept.” Y/N’s manager teased her. Wooyoung knew everyone who was on set. Him, Y/N, Y/N’s manager, stylist, make up artist and a few production crew that wasn’t part of VS Media.

“What’s the story behind this concept?” Y/N’s manager asked, Wooyoung could only stare in awe at Y/N. Never did he see this side of her. He always knew of Y/N as the sweet and bubbly girl in soft concepts. But of course, Wooyoung love to break the types.

“I actually like to search my name on the internet. And I came across fanfics of myself.” Y/N chuckles. Oh that sweet sound that made Wooyoung’s heart beat fast. The audio recorders can never outdo it.

“There is a certain blog that possibly does a lot. That blog posts photos of me, writes fanfics and posts my schedules too. He’s doing god works for my other fans.” Y/N chuckles. As the production of the photoshoot started, Wooyoung did his best to capture the real beauty of this side of Y/N.

“What a hardworking fan. What’s the name of the blog?”

“ForY/N”

Wooyoung’s eyes widens as he heard the name of his blog. His blog inspired you to make a song....about him?

“Filling my whole heart. With you, I feel my heart. Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together.”

“The way that person writes really amazes me. I’d like to get to know the person.” Y/N explains. His mind fell into a spiral. Part of him wanted the song to be released already but there was also a part of him that wanted the song to be released for him only.

“Wish will soon become tomorrow. Today is more heart fluttering than yesterday. I want to go together with you. Closer to the place where my dream reaches.”

The bonus thing about what Wooyoung did today is that as a photographer, he was able to keep some of the photos. Running away even with some.

Jongho:

Jongho fell in line for the release of your album. He was actually second in line as he was actually camping outside of the building of your company.

“Everyday I called out your name, about a thousand times, about ten million times Before you finally heard it Cut and rewind, why can’t you be mine? Ooh the one who spins my head like this It’s you, just running running running around you My repeatedly-midnight promise I don’t know what to do”

Jongho, who had his arms crossed over his chest, looked up and down to turn around where that song was coming from. He hasn’t heard of this song but he knew that was your voice.

“Crazy love! I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love! I love you Make me feel so high Love! I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love! I hate you Make me so bad It’s weird, the more I fall for you I’m sorry, I’ll hate you I don’t know, I can’t explain this I’m trapped in a labyrinth of strange emotions”

The whole room was adorned with your own merchandise and on the TV display was actually an MV of your b side. Jongho took a basket and grabbed a handful of your limited and regular version of your albums, along with a packet of your photocards and a griptok.

As he was in line to pay for his orders, in which his basket was filled as he actually bought more of your items. You made a sudden appearance into the room. For Jongho, he felt as if the room got brighter when you suddenly stepped inside. When it was his turn to pay for his items, the people behind the counter were amazed at how many he was able to fit into his basket.

Tapping his feet impatiently, he wanted to be able to greet you before you left the room. When his bag was handed to him, he immediately took it and sped walk towards your direction, talking to a few.

He felt as if the gods were with him. As he drew closer to you, the ones you were talking to left and it just you and him now.

“Hello Y/N!” Jongho greeted. You turned to him happily. “Hello!”

“I really really like this song of yours!” He gushed happily. “Can you tell me about it?”

You nodded happily. “The song is actually about someone who makes me feel happy, the idea of love in a dangerous way? The idea send me thrills.” You chuckled. Jongho felt ecstatic. Beyond the moon even. You wrote a song about him!

That afternoon when he got home, he made sure that everyone in Seoul would be able to hear the song that you made. It was for him so he had full brag rights to do so.

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