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writeformesinpie · 3 years ago

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Macabre Game

Hwanwoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.9k

Genre - Yandere

Summary -

You’ve been working at the television studio for 8 months and you have noticed Hwanwoong, I mean come on, who hasn’t? He is adorable AF and everyone seems to want to be close to him, he is constantly surrounded. But, there’s something off about him, something just under the surface that only you seem to notice.

Warnings -

Violence, swearing, blood, smut/suggestive

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There’s something about Hwanwoong that just makes people smile.

People don’t talk about him behind his back, at least not to say anything cruel. You’ve only ever heard the nicest things about him from the rest of the staff. He’s well liked. The girls in the office all say the same thing: he is simply the cutest, completely unthreatening and kind. The perfect man. Although maybe not. Considering they say he’s perfect, the type of guy they would like to take home to meet their mothers, they always end up crying over yet another failed relationship with some awful guy who was ‘just so hot.’ If only they had chosen someone more like Hwanwoong.

After all, he’s perfect, isn't he?

You're not so sure. There’s something sexy, something almost dangerous under that sweet persona that he adorns everyday, something you can’t quite put your finger on. The way his smile vanishes when he thinks he’s not being watched, the way he picks endlessly at the lint in his pockets, the way his amusement sometimes doesn't reach his eyes.

There’s something about Hwanwoong that you want to see more of. Sometimes you stay later than you need to in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his inner identity. It’s rare to see but it happens from time to time. It’s the smallest twitch of a muscle in his jaw, a glance that lingers longer than necessary, a strained smile that no one else notices.

But you do.

He’s talking to a small group of men right now and as he brushes his hand through his hair with an uneasy laugh, you know to come up with his bubble tea. He needs an interruption. He needs an excuse.

“Ah, thank you,” he says, winking at you as he gathers the loose papers in front of him on the large curved desk. “I didn’t even realize the time. I better get a move on.”

They make their excuses and start to disperse, leaving him alone to his work. Staring for an extended moment, you take him in. He’s hard to put a finger on, a contradiction. Both manly yet cute. The slope of his jaw is sickly sweet while his chin demands attention. His lips can be thin or thick depending on the look he gives. Not even his hair stays the same. This week has been a two-tone mix of an off-brown and gray. Two colours that shouldn’t work well together yet, on him, they do.

Sometimes you imagine describing his likeness to a sketch artist. What kind of monster would turn up on the page? It would not be him. Not Hwanwoong.

He doesn't need to be working here right now. In fact you’re not sure how he gets away with it. In the studio surely other people need to film at this particular desk, the newsroom has more than one team after all, yet no one ever tells him no. He gets his work done before the next news team needs to film so they must figure there’s no harm.

As a popular news anchor, Hwanwoong is often scouted. Who wouldn’t want him on their channel? He’s a huge draw for the network so they dote on him, spoil him even.

After a moment you realize he’s staring right back at you. A faint gasp exits your lips and you look down at your clipboard, nod and start to walk away, wondering how you could be so careless but his voice stops you.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“A walk?”

“Yes. Not too far. Just to clear my head before I head home." His voice is a husky nectar and his smile looks genuine as he collects his papers. Placing them neatly into his briefcase, he tosses the bubble tea in the trash as he starts to walk across the room. “Let’s go out the back.”

“Okay." Your voice is soft and unsure as you follow him through the hallway that leads to the back door, grabbing your coat and bag on the way out. The fresh air hits you like a truck, the coldness of it biting against your skin as you pull your scarf up around your face. He doesn't seem to notice, not even bothering to tie his light jacket around his small frame.

“There’s a park up here that I visit to clear my head.” He smiles over his shoulder, almost as if checking to see if you’re still following. Even the back of his head is mesmerising, his fluffy hair fluttering in the bitter wind.

“Isn’t it a little cold to go to the park?” And a little late? It’s almost midnight in the dead of winter. Not many cars are out. You only see one driving further down the street before it too disappears into the night. You are the only two people foolish enough to be outside on foot. It could be worse - it could be snowing.

“Is it?”

Following his quick steps, you feel thick drops of moist frost land on your nose and looking up you realise swirls of white flecks are dancing down from the dark sky. You sigh. He looks back over his shoulder with youthful exuberance as he twirls a few times, his palms up to catch the snow. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

He is.

“Yes.”

You don’t bother to mention how cold it is as you walk up to the small park, even the bark of the sturdy trees starting to turn white. He pulls out a small cloth and wipes down two swings before motioning for you to sit.

Taking your spot next to him, the unsteady feeling of the rickety old kids seat caves into your body. It makes you uncomfortable, but not Hwanwoong. He’s already starting to swivel back and forth, his smile infectious. Smiling, you start to move your legs to gain a little momentum as you watch him, ignoring the cloud-covered stars above.

“You know I notice you watching me.” He continues to sway back and forth, his face moving with the rhythm of the creaks from the rusted metal, his eyes flicking back and forth with the movement, his gaze lingering.

“Huh?” A chuckle croaks out as you twist the small seat back and forth in an attempt to slow the contraption, your heart starting to pound in your ears.

“It’s pretty obvious. I figured you wanted me to notice.”

“Did I? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He laughs, somehow now at a complete stop, his legs digging into the hardened sand under the swing as he pulls you towards him. “It didn’t upset me. If it did, I wouldn’t have let you keep staring.”

His eyes drift over your face before staring fiercely into your eyes and you realize he doesn’t just mean the stupid mistake you made tonight; he’s talking about the last 8 months. He’s noticed you watching him. He’s noticed, and you weren’t being as careful as you thought you had been.

“I like that you noticed. You did notice, didn't you?”

“Notice?”

“The monster. You see it, right?”

Monster? Swallowing hard, you realize just how quiet it is out here, how solitary. Alone. You’re alone with him.

“I’m surprised you came out here. Actually, I’m not,” he says, dropping the metal from the swing, the abruptness of the action causing you to spin until he steadies it from the ground in front of you. “You couldn’t resist seeing more, am I right?”

The silence rages loud in your eardrums as he studies you until he steps back, turns, and walks over to the school bus-yellow slide. Jogging up the stairs to the right, he looks over his shoulder with a small smile and a raised brow. Angelic. Alluring.

You follow.

His mellow laugh follows him faintly down the slide as you make your way to the top. As you look down you see him. He grins up at you and waves. He’s closed himself off again. He’s back to the persona of himself he presents to the world and maybe on this bitter, cold night while surrounded by dark shadows, that's okay.

As you follow him down, a ginger smile on your face, he strolls over to the slide and slams his steel-toed boot onto the edge of the exit. Gasping, you grab the slippery railing to stop yourself before you collide.

“The thing is,” he says, his eyes round with a smile reaching inhumanly across his face, “I’ve been watching you too.”

“You have? Why?” Your heartbeat is loud, pulsating within your body. He moves closer. His face hovers. Your body screams for you to get away and you resist the urge to crawl back up the wet slide. “What do you want?”

“You,” he whispers. He’s on all fours now, pinning you down against the frigid metal. “I want to play with you.”

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours. Warm, inviting. Your own open and let him in, sucking on his tongue. Heat floods across your face from ear to ear and you wonder for a moment if he can see the effect he has on you before your thoughts start to fade. Hwanwoong takes up too much space to think.

Reaching out, you brush your hand against his damp hair, pulling him closer. His hips pin you down, cradling you against the slide. Snug. He pulls back to kiss your eyes, lips and throat. While a hand cups one of your breasts, the other runs circles up your thigh.

“So… do you want to play a game?”

“A game?”

“Hmm. Let’s play hide and seek,” he says, biting your lip.

“Right now?”

“Mmmm.” He chuckles, kissing your jaw and licking your neck. As if he is two places at once, his tongue darts from one spot to another, hungry. “And don’t let me catch you because I’m the big bad wolf.”

He bites into your neck and you yelp. The pleasure and pain combine as his hard cock rubs against your throbbing heat. His hands explore your body. He pulls at the layers that protect you from the elements, protect you from being devoured right here and now. Though the longer his hands glide across your skin, the longer his hips grind against your tender clit, the longer he nibbles his way down to your collarbone, the more you want these unwanted clothes to disappear.

“I’ll give you a head start.” It takes you a moment to realize he’s serious. He’s leaning back, giving you space to get away. “I can’t decide if I want to keep you or devour you.”

“What?” You’re confused until you see a glint of silver from under his shirt. He smiles as he looks down at the hilt sticking out from beneath his tight jeans before pulling out the dagger. “But I thought wolves were weak to silver.”

“You’re right,” he says, slicing your arm. When you cry out in surprise and pain, he laughs. “Then I guess you’re the monster tonight and, as an upstanding citizen, I can't allow such a beast to live.”

“Hwanwoong, you really hurt me,” you say, tears prickling your eyes as you hold your bleeding arm.

“Oh? But I haven’t even started yet? I’ll count to 30.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“One, two, three. Hurry up now,” he says with a grin. “Once I finish counting, the hunt begins and I won’t stop until I find you.”

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 4 years ago

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Hide && Seek;; YHW

Word Count;; 3.5k

Genre;; HORROR

Pairing;; Hwanwoong x Reader

Summary;;

Inside this grand, lavish hotel and its sparkling veneer of respectability, you find yourself playing the role of the feline in a little game of cat and mouse. Your opponent? Hwanwoong, the man with the angelic smile and carefree eyes. The further you chase him, however, the harder it is to settle your nerves. The line between predator and prey is blurring and you can't help but wonder who exactly is pursuing who.

Warnings;;

TW// Blood, Character Death (random side character), Supernatural and Dark Themes!! Graphic depictions of violence! I’m serious here! It’s a bit intense. NOT for the light of heart (or stomach). Oh, and explicit language.

Please be mindful of these warnings as this features EXPLICIT violence.

Notes;;

Day Nine of the Halloween 2k20 Prompts! ~Monster~

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You've had too much to drink.

With a cloudy mind, you stumble after your companion. Your feet drag as you lag behind him. You pass many doors but he doesn't stop. Further down the hall and deeper into the building you travel, long past the area of the hotel reserved for guests.

His silky hair bounces every time he turns to you. After what feels like an eternity staring at the back of his head, you appreciate the fleeting glimpses of gleaming eyes and that cheeky smile he flashes your way. He's keeping an eye on you, making sure you don't wander off in your drunken haze. That much is obvious but you don't mind, not really. In return you are dutiful in your pursuit of him.

You can't recall where he is taking you. With half a mind to ask, your mouth falls open only to snap shut - he's looking back at you now with such an intensity that all you can do is stare in return. There's something swirling deep within his eyes but you can't pinpoint it; you can't put your finger on what emotion is prevalent in his gaze as it bears into your soul.

Seconds crawl by.

One foot in front of the other, you're on autopilot as you follow him without a thought of your own, your mind zeroing in on the burning intensity of his stare. He pulls you deeper into his hypnotic, hungry eyes with every step all the while leading you deeper into the bowels of the hotel. For some reason you trust him and you don't question the dubious situation despite this being the first night you've met.

There's a familiarity about him that lures you.

You come across a red sign and some yellow tape. He steps over it so you do too, tripping over your own feet to catch back up to him as his pace quickens. He disappears around a corner and you chase him. You're always hot on his trail and yet you remain so far behind.

Your hand slides down the wall as you round the corner. Chips of paint slough off and embed within the soft flesh of your palm. With a hiss of pain, you look down. Tiny beads of blood well around the points of impact, each marked by stiff, sharp shards of paint.

If you pull them out now, sure, it'll sting, but leaving them in will only cause misery later alongside a possible infection.

With your mind set, you get to work. It's a struggle to remove the tiny pieces but you try nonetheless. They're small and fragile, breaking before you have a chance to remove the whole fragment but you don't give up. Piece after piece, you pick and scrape into the tender, sensitive skin.

Blood flows more freely now. It's hard to see the paint when there's so much blood leaking out of the growing gashes but you're stubborn. You don't leave jobs half-done and you can feel more of the tiny shards just beneath the skin, taunting you. They slip deeper the further your nails chase them.

As if they're makeshift pliers, your middle finger and thumb stretch open the skin while your pointer finger digs deep, blood and flesh pulsing from the assault.

"Having fun?"

You stop dead in your tracks.

Rubbing your eyes in an attempt to clear away the alcohol-induced haze, you frown. Hwanwoong is nowhere to be seen. You squint as you scour, searching up and down from the cracked floor to the peeling ceiling, but find no clues as to his whereabouts.

Brushing it off, you look back down to your palm and the involuntary shiver that rocks your whole body leaves you trembling.

It's sobering.

The complete lack of blood, paint splinters, and cuts is sobering.

"Funny, isn't it?"

"What the fuck?"

It's a whisper meant to be consumed by the thundering silence and yet you know he heard it. He's lingering. Nowhere to be seen but everywhere at once, Hwanwoong is both near and far. You can't wrap your head around it.

Then there's the shift in the hall that is plain inexplicable. Up is down and down is... gone. You haven't any proof, just a gut feeling, but it's enough and you worry that if you do check, there will be nothing at all. Will you fall, then, like a cartoon character who has just realised they're running on air? Will you plummet right through the floor, tumbling out of reality in your pursuit of Hwanwoong?

Where did he go?

Dropping your hand out of view, you consider it lost to you now. Anything below the waist feels numb, as if it has merged with the darkness you suspect 'down' has become. Eye level seems safe enough so you gaze from side to side.

It isn't how you remember it to be.

The wall is pristine. There are no cracks. The paint isn't sloughing off. Nary a blemish marks the white, clean walls on either side of you. It's dangerous to let your eyes wander and yet you have no real control over yourself. They drift up and down, still cautious of the ceiling and floor but eager to solve this mystery all the same.

Turning your head, you gaze back at the corner where you had injured yourself. At least you thought you had. There is no bend or corner there, just a straight pathway leading you to…

You gulp, taking a step backward.

At the end of the hallway there's a room you wish to avoid.

At the end of the hallway there's a door that beckons to you.

It whispers the promise of death.

Snapping around once more, you run. You run and you run and you run until your lungs cannot bear it any longer and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest. No matter how far you go, there's no exit.

Gulping down air while resting against the wall, your nails dig into the plaster in an attempt to keep your body from collapsing down into the void. It comes up to your knees and the longer you stay still, the harder it is to move. Your head wobbles and shakes with every breath before your eyes flutter close.

Just a quick breather you tell yourself, knowing full well that if you don't snap out of this reverie, you'll fall headfirst into the madness consuming you.

"Should we play?"

The gasp bubbling free from deep within dissipates beneath the constriction of your throat. Nails impale themselves into the tender flesh of your neck. The higher you're lifted, the stronger his grasp becomes. Blood pools in your feet. Your body shakes. Your mind screams. Your eyes open.

But there's nothing.

Checking your neck for blood, you find it isn't even sore to the touch. Before you is that endless hallway but not a living presence is nearby. Hwanwoong is nowhere to be seen, though this fact doesn't surprise you any longer.

When your senses return to you, you're gazing at the floor. The same floor you feared mere moments ago. The carpet is ugly but otherwise harmless. There's no hell awaiting you and there's no darkness devouring you inch by inch. Releasing a shaky exhale, you risk turning back to face it.

Your nightmare.

The door.

Carved out within the wall at the end of the hall, it waits for you. Despite how far you've tried to run away from it, it remains just where it has always been. From beneath the threshold you see the edge of the refracted light, its pattern dancing and shimmering. It's a taunt handmade for you.

You take a step forward. Unlike your futile attempt to escape in the other direction, the gap shortens. You take another step. There's several indents in the wall lining the way. They're the perfect size for a door and yet when you run your hand along the edges, there's no air nor light seeping through. A solid wall greets your shoulder when you try to force a new entryway.

While inching closer to the final door and its kaleidoscope of sparkling light, you pound against the hall and all its false doors. Nothing budges and nothing gives. It isn't until you turn to cross the hall, intent on scouring the other side for a hole or error in the design, that you notice the infinite shards of reflective light and how they flood the hallway. Splashes of bright light dance across your skin. Eerie silence follows.

The door is ajar.

Reaching out, the tip of your fingers graze against the metallic overcoat. It's old and rough to the touch. You want to pull back, to turn around and escape this personalised hell, but the room is summoning you. It's a call to judgement and you daren't ignore it. You must atone.

The door creaks once your palm meets it. Though it looks heavy, it flies wide open with a single push. A tidal wave of light bursts through. Your heartbeat escalates.

It's impossible.

What you see is impossible and yet your past is here in vivid detail. From the view of the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the much closer fog over the outdoor jacuzzi to the soft jams of his radio and the desperate splashing of water to the stinging chlorine that, even now, burns your nose. It's all the same - right down to that fucking shimmering pool and the woman in it.

"Should we play some more?" Hwanwoong purrs.

His body presses against your own and you can feel the way it shakes with every syllable, as if he is brimming with excitement. For once, you know he's truly here with you. Whether 'here' is within the halls of the hotel or back inside that rich psycho's mansion isn't clear to you, however.

Perhaps you hadn't been the one to walk away after all.

"Have you been bad? Should I punish you?"

There's no room between your bodies but that doesn't stop you from trying to push past him, to squirm around him, to force him out of the room with the sparkling, refractive light and the secret it holds.

"Nah-uh, not so fast cutie." He smiles at you and your feeble attempt to move him. "Let's play a game."

"No!"

"Huh?"

"I don't want to! I need to get out of here, you don't underst-"

"But you don't even know what the game is yet," he pouts, gripping a fistful of your hair and stopping you dead in your tracks. With how tight his hold is, there's no doubt that the shearing burn exploding outward from the roots is your hair ripping from your skull. You can't silence the scream that escapes your quivering lips.

There's a voice in the back of mind that tells you to endure, to experience firsthand what you put her through.

Whether from blood or sweat, you feel a sticky dampness forming along your hairline. He loosens his grip once the tears flow down your face like a broken faucet. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he shakes his head and murmurs something. You can't make out the words over the pounding of blood within your ears. It takes a few minutes before you're able to think straight and he waits for you the whole time, content to just watch.

"What-" you hiss through the dulling pain, "-game?"

"You're so resilient. I like that about you, sweet cheeks. Let's play… hide and seek. Do you know how to play?" He waits for a response and the jerk of your head suffices. Satisfied that you're paying attention, he grins. There's something ethereal about him and the way his skin glows and his eyes shine. It's no wonder you had followed him so willingly. He just seems so safe. Angelic, even. "Then go hide, silly."

With a push, you find yourself stumbling into the room with its giant pool and hypnotising effects. Unable to remain upright, you slip. The poolside puddles turn red when your cheek kisses the ground and blood spills forth from the piece of your tongue you damn near bite off.

There's a sharp stinging pain in your thigh. Deep within your pant pocket is a solid, round secret. It digs into your leg, bruising the skin down to the bone, and you wince as you stand. From pure reflex you grasp it and hold it in place, scared to lose it.

"I didn't think it would be us," the woman cries, sliding down the white walls and crumpling to the floor.

"Better us than the others," you mumble out of instinct, following along with the memory.

"I don't want to hurt you!" She's full on bawling now, tears and snot flowing down her face. You stand and wipe away the blood seeping from your split lip and torn tongue before spitting the excess into the pool. The water looks beautiful. It's gleaming and bright, unlike the last twenty-one hours.

"Better you than the others."

Dragging your injured foot, you approach her. She ignores your towering presence and focuses on staring into one of the little black cameras that have been watching the event unfold. You're running out of gas but she isn't faring much better.

You can finish this.

"Just let us go! Please, I don't want to die," she sobs, pleading with the red, blinking light on the camera. "We don't even care about the money."

Whether it's because of the trust born from a promise made hours prior, back when the odds were tilted in a much more dire direction, or because she thinks she can bargain for her life, she continues to ignore you.

What a mistake.

There's killing intent in your aura. It consumes you. Even you can tell and you're quite new to this murder business. And if you can tell, she can tell. After all, before the event your lives were quite similar. Parallel, even. If you could adjust this fast, so could she.

And yet she's crying on the floor and ignoring you, you with eyes devoid of empathy.

You with a pool ball in your grasp.

You with blood on your hands.

You within striking distance.

"We just want to live!"

"Better me than you."

Her desperate mewling ceases. Instead, her attention snaps to you. She can no longer ignore the threat you possess, not when you've released your weapon of choice from the soft material of your pants. Fear spreads across her dainty features like wildfire. Trying to escape the animosity spiraling over your form with your every step, she forces herself into a corner.

"But we agreed not t-"

Physics works in your favour. Velocity, force, and all that, but the semantics don't matter - all that matters is that the impact leaves a splatter and her body is limp. You discard the pool ball and it rolls away, leaving a trail of fresh blood in its wake. Red seeps deep into the grout between polished tiles.

Relief strikes seconds after the realisation of your success dawns upon you.

It is soon, however, drowned by the overwhelming sense of guilt.

You may have won but at what cost?

Her blood on your face stains you much deeper than the man's had. His attack had come as a surprise. It had been a fight for survival after a helping hand turned feral. You had no choice, not if you wanted to live, and by God you wanted to live. Not just to exist, but to explore and to enjoy and to possess.

Avarice paints your skin in the darkest shade of red.

Shooting two birds with one stone, you drag her to the poolside. Blood gushes from her forehead. It fills the room with an unmistakable and distasteful scent. Resisting the urge to recoil, you drop to your knees. Water soaks through your pants until dark wet spots cover your whole lower half. It's an uncomfortable sensation but you push it aside, instead focusing on the slight bobbing of her chest.

She's the last of them.

She's the final obstacle in your pursuit of wealth.

And she's still fucking breathing.

It takes a few seconds for her consciousness to return after you submerge her head beneath the surface. Her resistance starts immediately thereafter. She contorts and she struggles, pulling away from the iron-tight grip scarring her skull only to sink further into the depths of the pool. Your nails deep into flesh as you seek a more steady hold but you soon lose your footing to the slippery, polished tiles and topple onto her back.

There's a loud crack and you know between your weight and the position she's found herself in with half of her body in the water and the other half flailing behind her that it is too much pressure for her fragile bones. Her ribs crack one by one, fracturing like the snap of a twig. She screams but the water consumes the sounds, rising bubbles the only evidence.

From a deep shade of red to a soft pink, the water dilutes outward from the nonstop stream of blood gushing from her growing wounds.

"I'm sorry, but I've come too far to care about you."

The words are a reassurance to yourself. They serve as a reminder: this isn't who you are. You're a victim of circumstance. Someone had to do it so why not you? You've come too far to chicken out now. You've come too far to pity the ones that had to fall in order for you to rise.

Your soul is malleable beneath the corruption of sin.

Once her struggling ceases, you hold her down for a bit longer. When enough time passes that even an Olympic swimmer's lung capacity would fail them, you hold her down for a bit longer. Even though the blood no longer rushes forth and she's cold to the touch, you hold her down for a bit longer.

It isn't until the room floods with light that you release her. Strands of her hair twist around your fingers as her body sinks into the depths. The further she descends, the deeper the darkness that consumes her becomes. You cannot see the bottom and soon she is lost to you, claimed by the cold void.

A hand rests on your shoulder and you jump.

This is when they escort you off the grounds, give you the money, and remind you of the contract.

This is when the nightmare is supposed to end.

For the first time, your memory alters. No blanket is wrapped around you nor is anyone calling your name, ushering you out of the battlegrounds. Instead the hand on your shoulder lifts to cradle your chin, tilting your head back to face your companion. A playful smile greets your widening gaze.

"I found you," Hwanwoong coos, petting your cheek. "I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you that guilt was eating you alive but this is always better than I could ever imagine."

"Please let me go," you stammer, fear settling in the gut of your stomach.

"Let you go? Do you not want me to clear you of this burden?"

"No, please, I only did what I had to!"

"Do you not want me to free you of this sin?"

"I did nothing wrong! Surviving isn't a crime!"

"Unfortunately for you, your opinion doesn't mean anything to me. 'I've come too far to care about you'," he mimics with a smirk. "I found you, just as I always do. And now…

"The dawn of judgement is upon you."

His palm meets your chest in a harsh push and you tumble. Even though your foot catches on the edge of the pool, it's much too slippery, too wet from your prior confrontation and you find yourself falling backward.

'-just as I always do.'

With widening eyes, you watch the ceiling blur above you. It's not what you expect of a pool room. In fact, you know it's not. Rather it's the white speckled panels of the hotel you had been stumbling around at three in the morning in a drunken haze as the years of guilt culminate in another reckless search for trouble, another desperate attempt to feel something.

Is it still that same morning?

Has time passed in a blink or has it frozen altogether?

'I found you-'

Just as he always does, he found you hiding within that same memory, stuck inside that single slice of hell. Just as he always does, he uses your weakness against you. He plays with you for a time until he gets bored of it all and sets you loose within the hotel.

And then he plays with you anew.

In this moment of falling, he allows you to remember. It's the final squeeze of pleasure he can extract from this iteration and he squeezes it dry. He watches fear born of knowledge contort your features and he indulges in it for as long as he can.

Hwanwoong's soft, angelic face etches into your mind, replacing the gift of truth with a lie of familiarity and trust, and soon a fog covers your mind. Despite your unending descent, you close your eyes and embrace the calm washing over you in waves. Of your own volition, you forget.

After all, the knowledge of one's eternal damnation is enough to destroy even the strongest mind.

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love-me-my-starlight · 4 years ago

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The thought of hwanwoong’s other brothers finding out instead of him sent shivers down my spine as i really wouldve gotten executed on the spot. I was about to say something else until i felt hwanwoong’s hand on my face, caressing my cheek.

I looked at him, confused but he didn’t seem to budge, looking at me as if looking at every single detail on my face. "Um.. your highness?" I say to get his attention. -💋anon

Hwanwoong: his brothers wouldn’t have executed you but he wanted to make you fearful of them as some of the would’ve done something much worse than a simple execution. He smiles when he sees you blush from his delicate touches on your cheek and face.

He ignored your calls to him as he got lost in admiring your beautiful face. His eyes could lost in your own as his hand traces your chin to the side of your face. “O-oh uhm yes darling?” He says snapping out his trance.

#yandere talks #yandere hwanwoong #kiss anon #💋 anon

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shinehyuk · 3 years ago

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ONEUS reaction to S/O going numb

‣ Genre : yandere, angst

tw/cw : obsession, abuse, toxic relationships, strong language, violence, heavy themes, mental illness?, please do not read if uncomfortable with such themes!

request : Hii how are you it me jsjsjs I saw your requests are open and wondered if you would mind writing yandere ONEUS reacting to reader going numb? Thank you in advance!!!

Ravn :

· The male will be completely lost, not having a clue on how to make you become normal and talk to him again

· He'll try every single thing – from giving you various gifts to expensive medication and the best therapists available

· He'll be patient, taking care of you every single day and talking to you; even though you don't respond or even look at him, it's okay with him

· “I'll wait for you as long as I have to, my love.. I love you.”

Seoho :

· It'll completely break his heart. Seeing you having not even one sign of life in your empty, emotionless eyes makes his heart shatter into a million pieces

· How could he let you become like that? What did he do? What can he do to fix it? He has a million questions but not even one answer

· He'll take care of you for as long as he needs to – even if you never respond to him anymore, he still loves you to death

· “I'm so sorry.. Whatever I did.. I'm sorry..”

Leedo :

· It'll be quite hard for him to accept the harsh reality – he didn't break you, you just want to make him feel bad so he doesn't punish you

· Pfft, there's no way you really thought that'd actually work on him, is there? Yet after this goes on for weeks, he'll slowly begin to understand your unnatural behavior, becoming worried

· After violence won't bring the old you back, he'll try everything else, from forcing and threatening therapists to help you to all the other things

· “Shit, just come back to me.. please. God, I can't live without you, my love.”

Keonhee :

· He'll think that you're joking, surely you can't have gone numb, right? It must all be just a big, silly prank that you're pulling on him, because if it's not that, what else?

· However, the fact that your 'little prank' has been going on for weeks is sure to make him notice that something may truly be wrong with you

· The male will be panicking like never before, giving you back freedom, letting you do everything you ever wanted, even suggesting to let go of you completely – nothing worked

· “Y/N, stop it. This isn't funny anymore.. I don't like this game. Please, just.. talk to me. I beg you..”

Hwanwoong :

· Oh, you have to be quite confident to play your idiot games with him. He knows that you're just acting, thinking that he's stupid enough to believe your childish act

· He'll take a little more time than the others to discover that you have, in fact, gone numb because of his actions and obsession

· He'll still be refusing to believe it, sure that it's not as bad as it is and you're just being dramatic to make him feel guilty

· “Sigh.. You really won't let this go, will you? ..Fine. I'm sorry. There, I said it. Does it not satisfy you..?”

Xion :

· He doesn't seem to understand it. Why won't you respond to his acts of affection anymore? Why don't you talk to him?

· He'll be trying to "fix" you – cheer you up, taking care of you, trying to comfort you; nothing worked and it made him frightened

· Getting desperate, he'll be trying everything, pushing you outside to freedom, making you meet your family. Nothing the male tried changed a single thing in you

· “Please, come back.. I can't live without you! P-Please.. Say something..”

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thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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None of the gifs are mine!

‣ Taglist :

@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz @sunoo-bby @heemingyu

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whale-minmin · 3 years ago

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Hellooo! I really like your writing so I was wondering if I could request a Yandere Oneus reaction where they're after the same person??

ONEUS reaction to being after the same person

Genre : yandere

tw : obsession, blood, murder, death, toxic relationships, very heavy themes

Ravn :

· He doesn't enjoy the thought of sharing his lovely, precious Y/N with anyone else. Not even one bit.

· So when he found out that his own friend, Xion was after you.. he certainly was not going to just let the other male have you

· Don't be too surprised when he'll come back home all bloody, a huge, proud grin wide on his face

· "You're all mine again.. I told you, didn't I? I'll protect you from everything and everyone. I couldn't possibly let that.. brat have his way with you, could I?"

Seoho :

· Now, he knows that he himself would never do any harm to you. He could never ever put a single finger on you

· But what if Hwanwoong will? The simple thought of sharing you is not too bad, but what if the other person will hurt you? He could never forgive himself if something bad were to happen to you

· He'll hide you and himself far away until the younger male loses interest in you and gives up. And if he won't.. he'll need to resort to more.. drastic measures

· "It's okay, baby, he won't find us here! And if he will.. I'll make sure to get rid of him."

Leedo :

· Pfft – does Keonhee really think he'll just give you away? Leedo is a very, very jealous man. The thought of you being with anyone else makes him sick

· He can't risk the latter making any moves on you, so he'll simply eliminate him. Keonhee is nothing but an obstacle in his love for you

· He prefers to die than to share you with someone else. You're his, and no matter what, you'll always be his

· "I won't let anyone steal you from me. Do you understand? No one other than me can have you."

Keonhee :

· Oh, the audacity. He worked so hard for you, he didn't sleep countless nights just for Seoho to try steal you right from under his nose?

· You can be sure he won't let that happen. Keonhee does not share his property.

· Killing the male right before your eyes, he'll grin widely as he watches you shake in fear

· "Shh, little one. You're safe with me.."

Hwanwoong :

· Him and sharing? Please, these two words couldn't even exist in one sentence

· It's simple. He doesn't share. And if Ravn can't get that through that thick skull of his, there won't be any other option other than to eliminate the rival

· He won't let nothing and no one stand in the way of his obsession

· "He got what he deserved, didn't he? You're only mine and I'll die before I let anyone else touch you.

Xion :

· He won't mind sharing you too much, especially since it's with his trusted friend, Leedo

· But obviously, the latter doesn't get even a single minute with you

· Xion sleeps with you, cuddles with you all day, does everything with you to the point that the other male cannot see you at all – and if he doesn't like what Xion does, he can either leave or the younger will force him out

· "Gosh, how ungrateful. Right, Y/N? I let us both pursue our love for you, yet he tried to kill me three times already! I had no other choice than to send him away~"

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Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it <3

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None of the gifs are mine!

Taglist :

@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz @iminchaosnow

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tbznewberry · 4 years ago

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Oh yeah! Hahahah can i request a royalty era yandere oneus scenario (lit era basically hahahah) where they in love with a cute little maid?

You're ours | Oneus

Summary: the six princes take an interest in the maid

Genre: Prince Au, yandere

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The maid outfit was elegant, classy, not as bad as you thought it would be. Being a maid for the royal family was better than you thought as well, because the princes took care of you rather than you taking care of them.

"Sir, please", you said as he tried to help you with the cleaning. "You don't have to-"

"But what if I want to?" Keonhee asked. "Besides, you need a little help."

That was just the beginning.

—♤—

It went downhill every single day. They wanted to be close to you, coming up with stupid excuses just to be a part of your daily routine. The six princes didn't seem to understand that they weren't supposed to talk to you, let alone be close. Ravn wanted to feed you, you weren't eating enough according to him, Seoho insisted on giving you warmer clothes. You were too petite to keep warmth, Leedo wanted to come with you everywhere you went, scared that a staff would put their hands on you, Keonhee helped you with daily tasks, Hwanwoong told you jokes to keep you happy and Xion made sure that you got everything you needed, things like clothes and material to keep your job going.

You started to wonder why they treated you so differently, so you asked them. You expected them to blush and mutter out some bad excuses, but they didn't. They did the exact opposite.

"We love you", Hwanwoong said loud and clear.

You couldn't have misheard him, but there was a glitch in your system. Why? Just why? Why you?

"I don't understand", you admitted, feeling uneasy, almost dizzy.

"You're precious to us", Seoho added.

"No, more than that", Xion sighed, feeling irritated that they didn't go straight to the point. "You're ours."

You held yourself up by grabbing the drawer, but your legs felt week, wobbly. Right when they bent, Leedo hurried to grab you and hold his arm around your waist. Your vision started to go dark and blurry and the last you heard was Leedo's husky voice.

"I think the pills starts to kick in now."

#kpop yandere #kpop #oneus #oneus scenarios #oneus leedo #oneus hwanwoong

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nojaemblog · 5 years ago

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ONEUS AS TYPES OF YANDERE

Warnings: yandere(duh), manipulation, violence, toxic relationship, mentions of abuse, torture

Requested: yes

Kim Youngjo

The ‘Making my teeth rot’ Type

-he would be the sweetest

-always making sure you keep a smile on your face

-he would keep his eyes on you all the time, just to make sure that no one dared to mess with you

-ravn is head over heels for you, crazily sick

-he would drop everything for you

-not going to work just to take care of you even if you barely showed any signs of sickness

-texting you constantly during the day to see if you needed anything, and if you missed any of his texts or calls… well… it wouldn’t really be good for you, would it?

- he would never want to act out violently in front of you because he didn’t want to scare you

-but if he were to be alone with someone that bugged you , that’s a whole different story...

Lee Seoho

The Protective Type

-he loves making you laugh, yet somehow seoho loves teasing you even more

-his favorite thing is watching your face turn red with cute wrinkles forming on your forehead whenever you glared at him when he pinched your thighs, sometimes smoothly going higher

-even though he teased the hell out of you, he does have feeling for you

-and actually they were very strong, stronger than he ever felt

-although he played all cool and unaffected, he never wished to show you how he truly felt, in fear of rejection

-he gets jealous really easy

-and he wouldn’t mind breaking every bones of every person that dared to look your way

Kim Gunhak

The Quiet Type

-around others he was seen as the embodiment of perfection

-a good amount of friends, amazing job, lots of money, everything really

-so around everyone he had a really good reputation

-and then you came around, and everything changed

-you were his life, you were his world

-around everyone he started to have a sharp tongue, and would become impatient whenever others talked to him, but around you he was sugary sweet and loved hearing you talk

-he isn’t a man of many words, but he would do anything for you, even if it meant sacrificing himself, his happiness, or others...

-whenever something wouldn’t go his way, he would become extremely violent

-yet somehow he couldn’t bring himself to touch a single strand of your hair

-but he wouldn’t mind torturing someone until they would forget their name

Lee Keonhee

The Overprotective Type

-he would never let you do things on your own

-never

-to him you were like the most fragile porcelain doll and treated you with extra care

-whenever you lashed out at him, telling him how it upset you that he treated you like a child, he would simply just laugh telling you how cute you were

-even if he was like the sweetest boy whenever he was around you

-he made sure that everybody knew to not even think about you

-even though you two weren’t together, people still knew that you belonged to him

-he would also use his manipulative side quite often, whenever you disobeyed him, keonhee would punish you, yet still make it seem like it was your fault and your idea all along

Yeo Hwanwoong

The Obsessive Type

-if there was one thing he was crazy about, it was you

-he adored everything about you, your eyes, the way your hair fell perfectly into place, the way your smile made him blush, the way your laugh made him laugh

-he just never got enough of you

-you made him crave more and more

-he would always tell you how much he loved you and hoped that one day soon you would be married to each other and have children together

-and this was only after the first date

-he hated the thought of someone stealing you away from him, it made him go crazy

-he can’t hide away his violent tendencies whenever he saw anybody glancing towards you

Son Dongju

The Bipolar Type

-his favorite part of the day was you

-he always got excited whenever he knew he was going to see you, buying you bouquets of flowers, making you cute charms, bracelets and necklaces for you to wear

-but if you showed him no sign of excitement, he would grow mad

-how could you be so insensitive? can’t you see how much he does for you?

-after he saw you scared of his reaction, his emotions would turn upside down again

-he couldn’t accept that he made you scared of him, the one person that mattered most to him in the world was terrified of him

-how could he do something like this?

- he would constantly apologize and beg for you to forgive him

-only for him to turn back to his sweet self

Tagging: @yuchan-gunhak @cristieitsnormal

#oneus #yandere #kpop yandere #yandere kpop #oneus yandere #yandere oneus #oneus imagines #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #oneus ravn #oneus seoho #oneus leedo #oneus keonhee #oneus hwanwoong #oneus xion

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agippang12 · 3 years ago

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Hope this turned out the way you wanted!

mafia! Hwanwoong x fem reader (but isnt really stated)

part 2

mafia stuff, he's soft yandere ngl, obsessed, possessive, and kinda crazy Hwanwoong. there's a forced kiss in this! (established relationship) lmk if you want more stuff like this/another part of this!

You came home to your boyfriend of 2 months, Hwanwoong, disturbed. At work, you were approached by a man in the investigative services, a man looking for evidence against "Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS".

Hwanwoong? The man who stands on a table to avoid spiders? The leader of the largest crime group in South Korea?

You stood in the hallway, breathing slowly. You needed to prepare yourself. For what you'll say and for how he'll respond.

The sound of light footsteps grew closer and you could practically hear his excitement.

"Babe!" He rounded the corner, "how was work?"

He attempted to hold your hand but you moved away from him.

"It was fine." Hwanwoong could tell something was wrong, your eyebrows scrunched together, and your eyes looking at the ground. "We need to talk."

So there you were, sitting crosslegged, and staring Hwanwoong into submission. He was sitting across from you, nervously playing with his hands.

"So," you raised an eyebrow, "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh-" He looked around the room trying to find a clue. Is it because he ate her slice of cake? "If this is about the strawberry and cream cake slice I ate I promise I didn't mean to!"

"You ate my what-"

"Nevermind!" he quickly interjected. "Could you just tell me?"

You inhaled. You already knew what the answer would be but you needed the truth to come from him.

"Yeo Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS, right?"

Hwanwoong's blood went cold. He was going to tell you when you trusted him more, he was. But how did you find out?

"B-baby I can explain!" He chuckled nervously. "If you could just tell me who told you, I promise I'll explain everything."

You sighed. "I'm sorry Hwanwoong, but I can't date... a person like you."

As you started to stand up, you missed Hwanwoong's fists tightening. His breathing was staggered and his brows furrowed.

"Someone like me?" He laughed in disbelief, a dark sound. Hwanwoong sounded dangerous. For the first time since you met him, he sounded dangerous.

He stood up, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was held on his face. The man reached over to his phone and typed a short sentence. "Honey, I've been genuine with you this whole time. But if you can't see that, I think I'm going to have to change how we do things here."

"That's what I'm saying, Hwanwoong." You said, hands out in a 'calm down' motion. "We need to break up because we aren't doing well together."

This time, the smile wasn't even there when you looked up at him. He dropped his phone on the couch and took hold of your hand instead. Hwanwoong pushed you against the wall, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head. He leaned in, trying to kiss you. Trying to make you feel the sparks he always does. Trying to show you his desperation.

But you moved your head away. He scoffed. He grabbed your face and planted a hard kiss on your lips. The longer it went on the more he calmed down. His kissing went from a harsh, angry one to a desperate attempt at showing you his emotions. You could feel his erratic breaths and what sounded like sobbing. You opened your eyes.

Hwanwoong... Was crying?

He let go of you and slumped onto your shoulder, his body shaking.

"Please," he cried, "don't leave me."

"Hwanwoong, I have to."

"You cant! I love you and I need you!" He brought his eyes back up to meet yours. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to make you mine."

Shivers went down your spine. Yep, he's crazy.

You laughed nervously, "I understand, Hwanwoong. Let me put my shoes by the door, hm?"

You seemed to persuade him enough to fully let you go, though his eyes still followed your figure. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed the front door handle and pulled hard. But all you were met with were large men in maroon suits and earpieces blocking the way. Hands wrapped around your waist.

"I texted them earlier," Hwanwoong whispered bitterly into your ear. "In case you were scared and needed... protection."

"Yeo Hwanwoong, this has gone too far, and you know it!" You struggled against his hold.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I do love you. And I can't live without you."

#kpop #mafia oneus #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafiaromance #oneus fanfic #oneus hwanwoong #oneus imagines

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sinpiesinpie · 3 years ago

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Writer Appreciation Game

Rules: Tag your favourite writer(s) and let us know what about their writing you like and if you have an example link it so we can all check it out!

@kpoptrashlord-007 First and most talented ofc!

Tana is a top tier writer who’s a little under appreciated on tumblr. Writes for so many bands and also has an anime side account. She writes more like Stephen King or Anne Rice and maybe that’s why people are sleeping on her. She could literally leave this gig at any moment and become a professional!

Hide & Seek (Hwanwoong x Reader) ~ Yandere is her expertise and this one is my personal favourite. I know that people really love her Taehyung Ring fic but this one is so intense and the world she built for this was beautiful.

An All Night Affair (Bangchan x Reader) ~ Smut. Race car driver Christopher. Need I say more? Literally every smut piece she does is pure gold but this is pick. It’s so erotic. I mean wow. I can just imagine myself there and .. blushing.

@biaswreckingfics

If you love angst this is your writer! Britt knows how to make you feel all the feels. Personally I’m not into having my heart broken before getting it mended in the cutest way - but if you are she has several Exo series that you can check out! Otherwise these are some that don’t include the angst hehe:

Seonghwa Fluff (Seonghwa x Noona Reader) ~ I might be a little biased, I mean Seonghwa, but this is adorable and I love it. It is short and to the point.

Soulmate AU (Mingi x Reader) ~ This is hilarious! I feel like soulmate au’s are overdone and it’s always fun to find something that puts a fun spin on the trope.

@smileysuh

Nova is a multi band writer as well but I think she is probably most known for her NCT Frat, CEO and Cam series- although a lot of other bands join in as well. This writer is on fire, literally! All the smut and it gets quite intense so read at your own discretion ;)

Cam Baby Series ~ PubGMarkT (Mark7 x Reader) ~ I mean wow. It’s hard to pick from just one of the Cam Baby series, and I’ll be honest, I have to go through and read a few of these since I skimmed some of them - my ADHD doesn’t let me sit for long lol - but the cam baby series has longer and shorter options from several different bands so check it out!

Frat Boy Series - Team Captain (Jaehyun x Reader) ~ I haven’t finished this one yet - it’s 14k - but it’s Jeffrey sooo .. I mean wow. I haven’t read a lot from this series yet but judging from the comments she is getting people are loving it and you will too!

@geminirules

Luna writes for a lot of bands but I think the ones I have seen the most are her Seventeen pieces. She likes to try out different things and I love watching her grow as she creates new content.

Valentines Day (Inseong x Reader) ~ SF9?! Yasss. This is so cute and I heart it with everything I have. Please don’t sleep on SF9 and don’t sleep on Luna :)

Icarus (Taeyong x Reader) ~ Yass! This is a Greek mythology au and I love the world building here! This has everything, smut, fluff, resurrection, it’s so interesting .. it is 20k so there is a lot to go over here, I am half way through and I can guarantee this one is well worth the read.

A/N: I almost didn’t do this because I follow so many amazing writers and I didn’t want to leave anyone out! This is just part one - I have so many fics I need to read that and I plan to make another one of these once I get to more of them!

I am only adding a few here - there are soooo many awesome writers on this site! Please don’t feel bad if you didn’t make the list, it just means I haven’t read your stuff yet! This is why I am sending this out - so we can all find new awesome content!

Tagging my writer moots that I need to check out - comment your your favourite piece(s) so I can read them and add it to the next one! (If I missed you and you write let me know)

@winwiniee @peachhyychenle @moonshineboyz @trippy-dejun @qianinterprises @yutahoes @darkmulti @yukheislipsx @kaexloey @yeo-moonbae @lookingforluna @sakuracheol @just-come-baek @taemin-jaemin @drunk-on-yuta @royal-aeris @kpop---scenarios @treasuretaeil @myeoning-call @intokook @naturalogre @dayawantstosleep @dream-escaper @you-can-mork-me-in-your-heart

#fic recs #fanfic writers #ask game #writer game #nct #SF9 #stray kids #ateez #got7 #oneus #exo #sinpiesinpie

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