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extinctlesspains Β· 27 days ago
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Idk If you do poly or not but Kwon and Yoon yandere and thet bully a very shy and introvert reader at school but are just obssesed with you? Like one day someone else bully you but they just beat him in front of you to show that they are the only one to have the autority on you?
π΅π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦π‘”π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ : π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘™π‘¦! πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π½π‘Žπ‘’-𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Œπ‘œπ‘œπ‘› π·π‘œ-𝐽𝑖𝑛
𝐡𝑦 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ 
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π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘™π‘¦! πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π½π‘Žπ‘’- 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔 π‘₯ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘₯ π‘Œπ‘œπ‘œπ‘› π·π‘œ-𝐽𝑖𝑛
πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: π·π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘…π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’.
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦:πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Œπ‘œπ‘œπ‘›, π‘œπ‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘ β„Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘‘π‘œ π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘–π‘ π‘œπ‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒, π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ "π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘”."
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ : π‘‚π‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›, π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘Ÿ, π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘π‘ π‘¦π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘, π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘˜π‘šπ‘Žπ‘–π‘™? (𝐼𝑛 π‘Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦)
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It started small, the way they’d tease you in the halls or "accidentally" block your path as you shuffled between classes. Kwon would lean against the lockers with his ever-present smirk, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locking on to you like a predator eyeing its prey. Yoon, quieter but no less intense, would stand beside him, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips as his gaze traced every nervous twitch of your hands.
They were relentless.
β€œDid you forget how to speak again?” Kwon would taunt, leaning down so his face was uncomfortably close to yours. His voice dripped with amusement, but there was something darker beneath itβ€”something possessive.
Yoon wasn’t much better. He didn’t always say much, but his actions spoke louder. The way he’d pluck the book from your hands just as you were about to open it, or how he'd sit too close during group assignments, making it impossible for you to focus. His whispers were worse than Kwon’s sharp words, low and teasing in your ear.
"You’re so helpless. What would you even do without us?"
Despite the constant bullying, you couldn’t escape them. Every time you tried to blend into the crowd, to disappear into the background, they’d find you. They always found you.
It all came to a boiling point one afternoon during lunch.
You were sitting alone in the far corner of the cafeteria, quietly nibbling at your sandwich and hoping they wouldn’t notice you today. But someone else did. A boy from another classβ€”a loud, arrogant typeβ€”strolled over to your table, a cruel grin on his face.
β€œHey, freak. You always sit here alone? No wonder no one talks to you,” he sneered, shoving your tray aside. The sound of it clattering to the floor drew attention, but no one intervened. They never did.
Your chest tightened as you stared at the mess on the ground, too afraid to speak. The boy laughed, leaning in closer. β€œWhat, nothing to say? You’re just a little mute mouse, huh?”
Before you could react, the atmosphere shifted. A tense, suffocating silence fell over the cafeteria as two shadows loomed behind the boy.
Kwon and Yoon.
Kwon’s smirk was gone, replaced by something cold and dangerous. Yoon’s usual calm demeanor was shattered, his jaw tight as his eyes bored into the boy who had dared to touch you.
β€œWho the hell do you think you are?” Kwon growled, his voice low and dripping with menace.
The boy turned, confusion flickering across his face before he realized who he was dealing with. β€œIβ€”I didn’t mean anything by it—”
That was as far as he got.
Kwon’s fist connected with his face, the crack of bone echoing through the cafeteria. The boy stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood poured between his fingers. Yoon didn’t wait for him to recover. He grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the wall with a force that made the windows rattle.
β€œYou think you can touch what’s ours?” Yoon hissed, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with venom.
β€œOurs?” you thought, your stomach twisting in fear and confusion.
Kwon stepped forward, brushing his knuckles like he was getting rid of dust, before turning his attention to you. His gaze softened slightly, but not in a comforting way. It was the look of someone who thought they owned you.
β€œAre you okay?” he asked, crouching down to your level. His voice was calm now, almost gentle, but it only made your skin crawl.
You nodded stiffly, too afraid to do anything else.
Yoon let the boy drop to the floor, his head turning to look at you. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something you didn’t dare name.
β€œDon’t look so scared,” Yoon said as he walked over to you. β€œWe’re just protecting what’s ours. No one gets to hurt you except us.”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut.
Kwon chuckled, standing up and brushing off his uniform. β€œYoon’s right. If anyone else so much as looks at you wrong, they’ll regret it. You’re ours, and we take care of what belongs to us.”
From that day on, their obsession grew. They stopped hiding it, stopped pretending that their bullying was anything but a way to keep you under their control.
Kwon would drape an arm over your shoulder in the halls, his smirk daring anyone to comment. Yoon would sit next to you in class, his hand casually brushing yours under the desk. When you tried to pull away, he’d just lean in, his voice low and threatening.
β€œDon’t forget who keeps you safe.”
And the worst part? They weren’t lying. After that incident, no one else dared to bother you. But at what cost?
You were theirs now, whether you liked it or not.
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extinctlesspains Β· 1 month ago
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Heyyyy!!
I love your writing so much! I really want a part 2 of the Yandere Kwon, like I want to know what happens next😭
Thank you!
A/n: OMGGG SO MANY OF U ASKED FOR A PART TWO OF YANDERE KWON SO U GUYS SHALL DEFINITELY GET ITπŸ˜­πŸ’•
π‘π‘œπ‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑒:π‘Œπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’! πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π½π‘Žπ‘’-𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔
𝐡𝑦 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ 
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π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ 𝑂𝑛𝑒, π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‡π‘€π‘œ
π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: π‘Œπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’! πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π½π‘Žπ‘’-𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔 π‘₯ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ
πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: π·π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘…π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’.
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦:πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘›β€™π‘  π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™π‘  π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘™, π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘š π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘Ž 𝑑𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘£π‘–π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’.
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ : π‘œπ‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›, π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘˜π‘–π‘‘π‘›π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘π‘’β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘Ÿ, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘π‘ π‘¦π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘”π‘¦.
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The wind howls against your bedroom window, rattling the glass like a warning. You sit on the edge of your bed, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. Your mind races, replaying every word Kwon said earlier today.
β€œYou think you can just walk away from me?”
β€œYou’re mine.”
The memory of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just what he saidβ€”it was how he said it, with an unsettling calmness that felt far more dangerous than anger.
You’ve always known Kwon was intense. He had an edge to him, a sharpness that made people hesitate before crossing him. But thisβ€”this is something else entirely.
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, and you flinch. Reaching for it with trembling hands, you see an unknown number flashing on the screen. Hesitating, you swipe to read the text.
Unknown: You looked beautiful today. Like always.
Your stomach drops. Another buzz follows, and this time, it’s an image. It’s a photo of you walking home earlier, your face turned just enough to make it clear it was taken without your knowledge.
Your heart pounds as you dial the number, but it goes straight to voicemail. You don’t need to guess who it is. You know.
The next day, you keep your head down, trying to blend into the background. At the dojo, you move through practice like a robot, barely registering the instructions. But no matter how hard you try to avoid his gaze, you can feel itβ€”the weight of Kwon’s eyes, always watching.
After practice, you linger near the lockers, waiting for the others to leave. Maybe if you can talk to him one last time, you can make him understand. Maybe you can fix this.
β€œKwon.”
He turns to you slowly, his expression softening when he sees you. β€œY/n,” he says, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
You steel yourself. β€œWe need to talk.”
β€œOf course.” His smile is easy, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your skin crawl.
You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. β€œYou need to stop this. The following me, the texts, the photosβ€”it’s not okay. It’s scaring me.”
For a moment, his smile falters, and you think you’ve gotten through to him. But then he steps closer, his eyes darkening with something unreadable.
β€œI’m not trying to scare you,” he says softly. β€œI’m trying to protect you.”
β€œProtect me from what?” you demand, your frustration boiling over. β€œFrom my own life? From my friends? Kwon, this isn’t protectionβ€”it’s obsession!”
He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve. β€œYou’re wrong,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. β€œYou think I’m obsessed? Fine. Maybe I am. But it’s because I see the truth, Y/n. I see the way they look at you, the way they think they can get close to you. They don’t deserve you.”
β€œNo one β€˜deserves’ me!” you snap, taking a step back. β€œBecause I’m not some prize, Kwon. I’m a person, and I’m telling you to stop.”
He follows you, closing the distance you tried to create. β€œYou don’t understand,” he whispers. β€œYou’re the only thing that makes sense in my life. Without you, I have nothing. No one. So no, I’m not going to stop.”
Your chest tightens as his words sink in. β€œKwon... that’s not love. It’s—”
He cuts you off, his voice rising just enough to send a chill down your spine. β€œDon’t you dare say it’s not love. I’ve done everything for you! I’ve kept you safe, I’ve been there when no one else was, and you think this isn’t love?”
The raw intensity in his eyes makes it hard to breathe. For a moment, you wonder if this is itβ€”if there’s no way out of this invisible cage he’s built around you.
That night, you double-check every lock in your house, pulling the curtains tightly shut. But even then, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind sets your nerves on edge.
You try to distract yourself, flipping through your phone, but it only makes things worse. The texts are still there, a permanent reminder of how close Kwon is to crossing a line.
And then, there’s a knock at the window.
Your blood runs cold. Slowly, you turn your head, and your heart nearly stops when you see him standing there. His face is half-hidden in the shadows, but there’s no mistaking him.
β€œKwon,” you whisper, your voice trembling.
He taps on the glass again, motioning for you to let him in. When you don’t move, he presses his palm flat against the window, his expression shifting into something almost desperate.
β€œLet me in, Y/n,” he says, his voice muffled by the glass. β€œI just want to talk.”
You shake your head, backing away from the window. β€œGo home, Kwon.”
β€œI can’t,” he says, his voice cracking. β€œNot without you.”
Panic surges through you as you realize he’s not going to leave. You grab your phone and dial for help, but before you can hit the call button, Kwon speaks again.
β€œIf you call them, I’ll be gone before they get here,” he says, his tone eerily calm. β€œAnd you’ll just be alone again. Is that what you want, Y/n? To be alone?”
You freeze, your thumb hovering over the screen.
He smiles faintly, his breath fogging up the glass. β€œThat’s what I thought.”
Your mind races, trying to figure out what to do. You can’t let him in, but you can’t ignore him, either. The longer you stay silent, the more erratic he seems to become, his calm exterior cracking to reveal the chaos underneath.
Finally, you speak, your voice shaking. β€œKwon, please. If you care about me, you’ll leave.”
β€œI can’t,” he says again, his voice dropping to a whisper. β€œYou’re all I have, Y/n. Don’t take that away from me.”
The silence stretches between you, suffocating and thick, as Kwon waits for your response. He doesn’t move from the window, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the panic rising with every passing second.
β€œKwon, just go,” you whisper, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in your voice.
He tilts his head, as if trying to decipher your words, and then his smile fades. β€œYou don’t mean that.”
β€œI do,” you insist, clutching your phone tighter. β€œThis isn’t right. You have to stop—”
Before you can finish, there’s a loud crash. Glass shatters as Kwon punches through the window, and you scream, stumbling backward. He climbs through the broken frame with terrifying ease, his movements deliberate and calm despite the chaos he’s caused.
β€œSee?” he murmurs, brushing shards of glass from his sleeve. β€œYou keep trying to push me away, but I always come back. Because that’s what love is, Y/n. It’s unbreakable.”
Your legs feel like jelly as you back away, your mind racing for a way out. The door. If you can just reach the doorβ€”
But Kwon is faster. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly but not harshly. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you struggle against him, but it’s no use.
β€œStop fighting,” he says softly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. β€œI don’t want to hurt you. I would never hurt you. But I can’t let you leave me.”
β€œKwon, please,” you plead, your voice breaking. β€œThis isn’t love. This isβ€”this is wrong.”
He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. β€œYou don’t understand. No one does. They all try to come between us, to take you away from me. But I won’t let that happen. I can’t.”
His grip tightens just enough to make you wince, and he notices immediately, loosening his hold. β€œSee? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says again, as if trying to convince himself as much as you.
Your breaths come in shallow gasps as you try to think of somethingβ€”anythingβ€”that will get through to him. β€œKwon, if you really care about me, you’ll let me go. You’ll—”
β€œNo,” he interrupts, his voice sharp. β€œYou don’t get it, Y/n. Letting you go isn’t an option. I’ve already tried to be patient, to let you see how much I care. But you keep pulling away, and it’s killing me.”
He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and then he looks at you with a chilling intensity. β€œIf you won’t stay with me willingly, then I’ll just have to keep you safe myself.”
Before you can react, he moves swiftly, pulling a cloth from his pocket and pressing it over your nose and mouth. The sharp, chemical scent fills your senses, and you thrash against him, your vision blurring as the world tilts and spins.
β€œI’m sorry,” you hear him whisper, his voice distant and echoing. β€œBut this is for the best. You’ll understand one day. I promise.”
Darkness engulfs you.
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When you wake, your head is pounding, and your vision is hazy. The first thing you notice is the feeling of soft fabric beneath youβ€”a bed. But it’s not yours.
As your eyes adjust, you take in your surroundings. The room is dimly lit, with curtains drawn tightly over the windows. The walls are bare, the furniture sparse. It’s unfamiliar, sterile, and eerily quiet.
Panic sets in as you sit up, your movements sluggish. Your wrists are bound with soft, silken ropeβ€”not tight enough to hurt, but secure enough to keep you from escaping.
And then you see him.
Kwon sits in a chair near the door, his posture relaxed but his eyes never leaving you. When he notices you’re awake, his face lights up with a smile that sends chills down your spine.
β€œGood morning,” he says softly, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
β€œKwon,” you whisper, your voice hoarse. β€œWhatβ€”what is this? Where am I?”
β€œYou’re safe,” he replies, his tone soothing. β€œThat’s all that matters.”
β€œSafe?” you repeat, your voice rising. β€œKwon, this isn’t safe! This isβ€”this is kidnapping!”
He frowns, looking genuinely hurt. β€œDon’t say that. I’m doing this for you, Y/n. For us. You’ll see. Once you’re away from all those people who try to take you from me, you’ll understand.”
Your mind races as you try to process his words. The calmness in his voice, the way he speaks as if this is all perfectly reasonableβ€”it’s terrifying.
β€œKwon,” you say carefully, trying to keep your voice steady. β€œYou don’t have to do this. We can fix this. You can let me go, and we’ll figure it out together.”
He shakes his head, standing and walking toward you. β€œYou don’t get it, do you?” he murmurs, crouching beside the bed. β€œI can’t let you go. Not when I’ve worked so hard to keep you safe. You’re mine, Y/n. And I’m yours. No one else gets to have you.”
As he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, you flinch, and his expression darkens.
β€œDon’t be scared,” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with steel. β€œI’ll never hurt you. But if anyone tries to take you from me... I’ll make sure they regret it.”
You swallow hard, realizing just how deep his obsession runs. There’s no reasoning with him, no convincing him to let you go. You’re trapped in his world now, and the only way out is to outsmart him.
But as his eyes bore into yours, filled with equal parts devotion and madness, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to escape. "Kwon, please don't do this, please." You begged and begged. Kwon met your eyes, shaking his head slowly.
"You'll learn to love me."
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The sun set over the Sekai Taikai training grounds, the soft glow of twilight settling over the building. You walked through the doors, unaware of the shadow that followed your every moveβ€”Kwon Jae-sung. He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving you. To the world, he was just another competitor, intense and focused. But inside, a storm brewed, an obsession that grew with each passing day.
You were the only person who had shown him kindness when he first arrived. One smile, one gesture of friendship, and something inside him snapped. He needed yoy. No one else could have you.
"Hey, Y/n!" one of the other students called, jogging over to you. Kwon's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He watched as they spoke, their laughter like nails on a chalkboard.
No one else deserves to be near you.
Hours later, the student who had dared to approach You would find himself mysteriously injured during trainingβ€”a "sparring accident," Kwon would say, his face expressionless.
You began to notice things. The way your friends seemed to avoid you after getting hurt, the lingering gaze you felt but couldn’t pinpoint.
One night, you stayed late, practicing alone. As you finished, you turned and found Kwon standing in the shadows, watching.
"You're... always around," you said, your voice hesitant.
He stepped closer, his eyes intense. "I’m protecting you."
"From what?" You asked, a shiver running down your spine.
His smile was small, chilling. "From everyone who doesn't deserve you."
The tournament felt colder that night, the silence stretching between you like an invisible thread. Your heart raced, and you forced a smile, hoping to mask the unease growing inside you.
"Kwon... I don't need protection," you said cautiously, backing slightly toward the training mats. "No one's trying to hurt me."
Kwon's gaze darkened, his jaw twitching. "You don’t see it," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "They hover around you like vultures. They don’t understand you the way I do."
Your breath hitched. "We’re... friends, Kwon. That's all."
Something flickered in his eyesβ€”a dangerous spark. "Friends?" he echoed, his voice laced with something almost venomous. "They don’t know what friendship means. They don’t know what loyalty is."
Before you could respond, a noise echoed from the hallwayβ€”another student, probably heading out for the night. Kwon’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes narrowing. You saw a flicker of something terrifying: anger, possession... a promise of violence.
"I should go," you said, edging toward the exit.
Kwon’s hand shot out, grabbing your wristοΏ½οΏ½οΏ½gentle but firm. "Don’t," he whispered, eyes softening. "I didn’t mean to scare you."
Your pulse pounded under his grip. Slowly, he released you, his expression unreadable.
"Goodnight, Kwon," you said softly, your voice trembling.
You left quickly, the air outside feeling lighter, safer. But the shadows seemed to follow you back to the hotel. Unseen, unnoticed, Kwon trailed you from a distance, eyes fixed on your silhouette, thoughts racing.
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The tournament buzz filled the stadium, tension thick in the air. Competitors sparred, instructors barked orders, and the sounds of fists striking pads echoed off the walls. You trained harder than ever, pushing yourself, trying to shake the feeling of being watched.
Across the room, Kwon stood still, eyes locked on your every move. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms as he watched another student approach youβ€”Kenji, one of the dojo’s best fighters.
Kenji grinned. "Need a partner?"
You nodded, grateful for the distraction. You fell into rhythm, moving through drills. Each strike, each block, felt like a small victoryβ€”until you noticed Kwon.
He stood at the edge of the mat, unmoving, eyes burning. Kenji didn’t seem to notice, but you felt the weight of that gaze, the unspoken threat.
A sudden misstepβ€”a sweep kick from Kenji that sent you tumbling to the mat. He reached out a hand to help you up, and you took it, smiling sheepishly.
"Nice one," you muttered, brushing yourself off.
Kenji laughed, but the sound died abruptly. Kwon was there, stepping onto the mat, eyes locked on Kenji.
"Your form is sloppy," Kwon said coldly.
Kenji frowned. "I was justβ€”"
"Let's spar," Kwon interrupted, his tone icy.
You opened your mouth to protest, but something in Kwon's eyes stopped you. The match began, and it was clear from the startβ€”this wasn’t a sparring match. It was a punishment.
Every move Kwon made was calculated, brutal. Kenji’s defenses crumbled, each strike more forceful than the last. A final blow sent him sprawling, gasping for breath.
"Kwon!" Your voice cut through the tension.
He turned, eyes softening instantly. "He was careless. You could've been hurt."
Your hands shook. "You didn’t have toβ€”"
"He doesn’t deserve to be near you," he said, voice low. "No one does."
Ypu stared at him, fear settling deep in your bones. "You’re wrong," you whispered. "You’re not protecting me. You’re... scaring me."
For a moment, something like pain crossed his face. "I can’t lose you," he said, almost to himself. "Not to them. Not to anyone."
He turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the mat, surrounded by the echoes of violence.
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That Night, you couldn’t sleep. Every shadow seemed to hide something, every creak of the floorboards made you jump. You checked the locks on your hotel door,and the windows.
A knock at the door.
You froze.
Slowly, you approached it, heart pounding. "Who is it?"
Silence. Thenβ€”"It’s me."
Kwon’s voice, soft but insistent.
"I just want to talk," he said, his tone almost pleading. "Please."
You backed away from the door. "Go back to your room, it's safer there, Kwon."
A pause. "You are my safe place."
The words sent a shiver down your spine. Footsteps retreated, and you sank to the floor, trying to calm your racing heart.
Outside, Kwon stood under the dim hallway hotel lights, eyes fixed on your door. No one else deserves you, he thought. No one else will have you.
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