#yandere kwon jae sung

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE give us a yandere kwon jae sung x reader🙏🙏

A/n: Y'all love Yandere Cobra Kai so I'll keep feeding you lovelies 😘♡

𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 [𝐾. 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇsᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ—ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ, sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, "ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ɪ? ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ."

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You used to think you were just another student in Cobra Kai. Nothing special, nothing worth noticing. But you were wrong—because Kwon had noticed you from the very beginning.

At first, it was subtle. His gaze lingered a second too long during training. He always partnered with you, even when there were better options. When sparring, he never hit you too hard—just enough to make you stumble, just enough to remind you of his strength.

Then, the little things turned into something more.

Kwon started walking you home without asking. “It’s late,” he’d say. “You shouldn’t be alone.” His tone made it clear that arguing was pointless. When you tried to tell him you could handle yourself, he just smirked and shook his head. “No,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against yours. “That’s what I’m here for.”

At first, you thought it was just him being protective—until you noticed the way he looked at anyone who got too close to you.

It started with stares. Cold, warning glances at guys who flirted with you. Then, it escalated.

One by one, they disappeared.

David, the guy from your history class who asked for your number? He quit Cobra Kai the day after Kwon saw you laughing with him. The bruise on his jaw was proof enough that it wasn’t voluntary.

Another boy—a Miyagi-Do student—sent you a message, asking if you wanted to hang out. The next day, you saw him in school, his wrist wrapped in a thick bandage. “Accident,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You knew it wasn’t.

And then, there was the night you finally tried to confront him.

“What the hell is your problem?” you snapped, standing outside your apartment door. Kwon had followed you home—again—but this time, you weren’t letting it slide. You were tired. No matter the guy, the always disappeared. Except one... Kwon.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked amused.

“My problem?” he repeated, stepping closer. His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath—something dangerous.

“You’re scaring people away! You’re hurting them!” Your hands curled into fists. “Why, Kwon? Why are you doing this?” you knew it was his fault. You just knew it.

His smirk faded. In one quick motion, he grabbed your wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. His grip was firm, unyielding.

“You don’t need them,” he said quietly. “They’re distractions.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. “That’s not your decision to make.” you snapped.

Kwon tilted his head, eyes darkening. “Isn’t it?” He let go of your wrist, only to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. It was a harsh grip and you couldn't pull away. “I’m the one who watches over you. I’m the one who makes sure you’re safe. No one else.”

His touch was warm, almost tender. But you felt trapped.

“You’re crazy,” you whispered. Voice shaky.

Kwon chuckled. “Crazy for you? Yeah.” His thumb brushed over your lips, lingering for a second too long. “But that just means I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To protect you.”

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t need protection.”

His smirk returned. “That’s what you think.”

Then, before you could react, his other hand slammed against the wall beside your head. You flinched, but he didn’t move back.

“You don’t understand yet,” he murmured. “But you will.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You should have pushed him away, should have run—but deep down, you knew it wouldn’t matter.

His gaze trailed down your neck. He left soft tender kisses along your jaw. It was gross and you wanted to push and scream at him, but you couldn't.

Because Kwon wasn’t letting go.

And no one could stop him.

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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?

𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠: 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑦! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜-𝐽𝑖𝑛

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑦! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒- 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜-𝐽𝑖𝑛

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒, 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 "𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔."

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙? (𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦)

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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.

“Did 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 it—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 class—a loud, arrogant type—strolled over to your table, a cruel grin on his face.

“Hey, 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. “What, 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.

“Who 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. “I—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.

“You think you can touch what’s ours?” Yoon hissed, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with venom.

“Ours?” 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.

“Are 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.

“Don’t look so scared,” Yoon said as he walked over to you. “We’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. “Yoon’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.

“Don’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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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 IT😭💕

𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑒:𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑇𝑤𝑜

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦.

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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.

“You think you can just walk away from me?”

“You’re mine.”

The memory of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just what he said—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 this—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 it—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.

“Kwon.”

He turns to you slowly, his expression softening when he sees you. “Y/n,” he says, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

You steel yourself. “We need to talk.”

“Of 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. “You need to stop this. The following me, the texts, the photos—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.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” he says softly. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” you demand, your frustration boiling over. “From my own life? From my friends? Kwon, this isn’t protection—it’s obsession!”

He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve. “You’re wrong,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. “You 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.”

“No one ‘deserves’ me!” you snap, taking a step back. “Because 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. “You don’t understand,” he whispers. “You’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. “Kwon... that’s not love. It’s—”

He cuts you off, his voice rising just enough to send a chill down your spine. “Don’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 it—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.

“Kwon,” 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.

“Let me in, Y/n,” he says, his voice muffled by the glass. “I just want to talk.”

You shake your head, backing away from the window. “Go home, Kwon.”

“I can’t,” he says, his voice cracking. “Not 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.

“If you call them, I’ll be gone before they get here,” he says, his tone eerily calm. “And 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. “That’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. “Kwon, please. If you care about me, you’ll leave.”

“I can’t,” he says again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’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.

“Kwon, 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. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you insist, clutching your phone tighter. “This 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.

“See?” he murmurs, brushing shards of glass from his sleeve. “You 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 door—

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.

“Stop fighting,” he says softly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t want to hurt you. I would never hurt you. But I can’t let you leave me.”

“Kwon, please,” you plead, your voice breaking. “This isn’t love. This is—this is wrong.”

He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You 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. “See? 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 something—anything—that will get through to him. “Kwon, if you really care about me, you’ll let me go. You’ll—”

“No,” he interrupts, his voice sharp. “You 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. “If 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.

“I’m sorry,” you hear him whisper, his voice distant and echoing. “But this is for the best. You’ll understand one day. I promise.”

Darkness engulfs you.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

When you wake, your head is pounding, and your vision is hazy. The first thing you notice is the feeling of soft fabric beneath you—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 rope—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.

“Good morning,” he says softly, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

“Kwon,” you whisper, your voice hoarse. “What—what is this? Where am I?”

“You’re safe,” he replies, his tone soothing. “That’s all that matters.”

“Safe?” you repeat, your voice rising. “Kwon, this isn’t safe! This is—this is kidnapping!”

He frowns, looking genuinely hurt. “Don’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 reasonable—it’s terrifying.

“Kwon,” you say carefully, trying to keep your voice steady. “You 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. “You don’t get it, do you?” he murmurs, crouching beside the bed. “I 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.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with steel. “I’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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𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑒: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡?

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑑, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛!, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛

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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 move—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 training—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 eyes—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 hallway—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 wrist—gentle 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.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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 you—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 victory—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 misstep—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 just—"

"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 start—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 to—"

"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.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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. Then—"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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Girl plss update😫🙏🏽

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Hiii love! I will come back soon I've just been so busy with these exams (hate it) and I haven't found time to write 💔 I promise I will come back and I'll try to catch up on requests

I've just been super busy... Hope you guys understand!! ❤️‍🩹 maybe I'll post tomorrow afternoon. Anyways thank you so much for the love 💕

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