#yandere rich boyfriend x rich sunshine reader

[allurilove]

Hello! can we get yandere!rich!boyfriend x rich!sunshine!reader where reader got extremely kind with this new student at their school…

got my idea from korean’s drama hierarchy thoo..🤓

Sure thing! I’ve seen a bit of that show on tiktok lol, and it looks cool.

It wasn’t odd for him to see you be so giddy. You were always nice to everyone around you, and even more to the less fortunate. He crossed his arms, and leaned against his car as he watched you like a hawk. He saw how your eyes would shine, a big smile on your face, and the way your body was awfully close to the new student made him uncomfortable.

He felt like he had a good reason to be upset. Most of the time people thought you were flirting with them when you were just being friendly. He had to save and steer you away from uncomfortable conversations and situations. Your boyfriend silently got off his car and approached you two. He stood behind you, and his hands in his pockets as he looked at the student you were taking too.

They looked average. They didn’t own anything flashy, and nothing stands out from their clothing except for a bangle bracelet on their wrist. It looked cheap. Your boyfriend watched them try to continue the conversation, they slipped in compliments, and asked numerous questions about the school. So, the fact that this total nobody even believed they have a chance with you annoyed him. His body tensed up as he saw their hand reach for yours, and he instinctively pulled you towards him. Your boyfriend just smiled, pretending that everything was alright, but the tight grip on your wrist said otherwise. He’s not the one to cause a scene, and he wasn’t about to argue with someone he considered to be beneath him.

The fact that you gave anyone the time and day was fascinating. Usually, someone of your status and wealthy background is prone to be a bit snooty. That’s how he’s like after all. There was no use in talking to someone that could barely relate nor afford the privilege and lifestyle you two had.

“Do you mind if I steal my partner for a second?” Your yandere boyfriend said, his brow raised, and really it wasn’t much of a question. He was telling the other student to leave. Just atleast trying to be less of a dick about it.

Before the person you were taking to could say anything, he pulled you with him as you two now walked inside the school. “You don’t have to talk to strangers, you know?” your boyfriend sighed as he had you walk behind him. His hand still on your wrist as he used his body to shove through the crowd of students.

“They’re not a stranger. They’re a fellow student-“

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Tch, same thing. Everyone is a stranger if they aren’t me.” He pushed you into an empty classroom, and he made you sit down onto a chair he pulled out for you. “Do you have to befriend everything that breathes? Are you not satisfied with just me?”

His hand smoothed out your school uniform, and he fixed your red colored tie. “I’m just trying to protect you. No one cares for you more than I do.”

“You agree, right? That I’m the best thing that has ever came into your life.” Your boyfriend dropped this hand down to your thigh. “I love you… and I want everything good to happen to you.”

“Don’t talk to anyone else ever again.”

[flwerswrld]

Girlie, make dating headcannons pt 2 Including Sunday, Gambling Peacock, Yanqing's father and Broody Criminal!! Stay hydrated and take as many days as you need.

yesyes ofc!! 😻😻 (idk who broody criminal is but i think it's blade so i'm gna do blade!)

hsr relationship headcannons ୨୧ (pt. 2!!)

cw: lowercase intended (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠), fluff fluff fluffy fluff 🧘🏽‍♀️, established relationship for all, cutesy nicknames used, gender neutral!reader, betting/gambling(??), mentions of trauma, aventurine's has a hint of angst, mentions of marriage, husband!jing yuan, yanqing is basically u and jing yaun's son, mentions of mimi (jing yuan's lion), like... 1 mention of fu xuan and yukong, sleepy jing yuan as always :3, stellaron hunter!reader (blade's ofc), blade is being broody as always, the grumpy x sunshine shines thru w/ blade and reader

characters included: sunday, aventurine, jing yuan, blade

sunday ♡

- he's kind of... possessive??

- not in the yandere way, but in a way where his feelings to protect you kind of get a bit much sometimes

- like how he is with robin but in a different way bc he's your boyfie !!

- but he obviously very much loves you and would go out of his way to protect you, even if he had to sacrifice his life for u ^.^ so romantic

- he also spoils u ^_^ always making sure that ur comfortable ☺️☺️

- u want that new pair of shoes? oh, don't worry, he's already ordered it and it'll be coming to your house soon.

- u want that new skirt? he's whipping out his card SO FAST.

"it's not even that cold, sunday!"

sunday could smell your bullshit from a mile away, and all he could let out was a sigh. "y/n, you're being quite..." he trails off, trying to find a word to describe you in this moment.

giving up on that endeavor, he huffs, his wings' feathers ruffling from his slight irritation. "you're really going to be wearing a miniskirt in winter? it's snowing, and it's -20 degrees out." (a/n: that's -4°F for any american readers (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠))

you raise an eyebrow, making eye contact with your boyfriend through the mirror you were using to do your makeup. "some days, skirts need to be the size of a belt." you reply, applying mascara to your eyelashes. "life's too short not to take risks, sunday." with your mascara all applied, you move to applying some vaseline, then your lipgloss on top.

"what if you get sick?" your boyfriend asks, looking in the mirror to make sure his already perfectly ironed clothes had any wrinkles, or if his already shining halo had any dust on it. "you can get sick, even in the dreamscape."

"they'll be fine, brother." robin adds as she sits on the couch, trying to find something to watch as she snuggles up in a blanket. "but y/n, if you get cold, come right back home. don't want you to get sick, we have to record that collaboration album."

feeling like you're being mother hen'd a little bit too much, you sigh. "i'll be fine, robin. but i bet you 10,000 credits i won't get sick! i'm even wearing those thermal tights you got me underneath so my legs won't get cold."

your boyfriend and his sister smirk. "bring it on."

"ah fuck, my manager's gonna hate me... sorry, angela." you grumble under your breath, another coughing fit viscously assaulting your lungs with surprisingly harsh vigour.

grabbing your phone from your nightstand, you send your boyfriend 10,000 credits, as the bet was stated. not that he wasn't rich enough, this was just pocket change to him.

"y/n!"

you visibly light up seeing robin in the doorway of you and sunday's room, a bowl of piping hot soup in one hand, a cup of hot cocoa in the other. "hey, robin. is that soup?" the halovian nods, a smile on her face. "yes! sunday made the soup for you."

"sister, i told you i was going to bring to the soup to them, why did you-"

"you snooze, you lose, brother!" the singer exclaims, giving you your hot cocoa and placing the bowl of soup on the nightstand.

sunday came inside your room, mask and gloves on. you giggle at the sight, and that leads into a bit of a coughing fit. "sunday, honey... did you have to wear gloves?"

your boyfriend scoffs. "i'm not trying to catch a cold from you." he replies, but he slips his mask down a little to press his lips against your burning forehead in a soft kiss. "you get better, okay?"

chuckling, you wave him off. "i will, i will! love you~"

sunday leaves the room, mumbling something in reply.

"love you too, dove."

aventurine ♡

- literally the worst (best) boyfriend u could ever have

- and he bever really knew what love felt like because of all the suffering and trauma he went through

- but now that he has you, his beloved partner, he knows what it's like to be loved. and now he can give it back to you so it's just a beautiful cycle of love and happiness!! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ)

- much like sunday, always spoils u

- but with aven it's 100, if not 100000 times more (he feels like the gifts make up for how busy his schedule is with the ipc)

"'m sorry doll." your boyfriend tiredly mumbles, pressing a sleepy kiss to your neck as soon as you came to greet him at the door. "here, take this, angel. got you a lil' something."

aeons, he's so happy he's home. home to his pretty little partner who he loves to spoil.

when you open the velvety box he slipped into your hands, you see a beautiful necklace. thin gold chain with a shimmering emerald as its centerpiece. "aventurine, you really didn't have to-"

"think of it as an apology for me being so busy. you know how the ipc gets, making me run all around penacony."

you raise an eyebrow, sighing. "aven, i think i have the perfect way to get you to relax."

— — —

"ohhhh that feels good..." the blonde moans in relaxation, the feeling of your fingers scrubbing gently at his scalp making him wanna just melt into the hot water and disintegrate. "feels so good, y/n, you have absolutely no idea."

he's starting to understand why dr. ratio loves his baths so much.

"i'm just trying to make you feel better after that buisness trip, aventurine. i know it took a toll on you." you reply, rinsing his hair free of the shampoo. "okay, close your eyes and mouth, gonna rinse.

the gambler complies with your gentle command, his eyes and mouth shutting as you were rinsing his tresses, his hair shining like liquid gold in the fluorescent lighting of your bathroom — hm, fitting. you think to yourself.

as you get ready for bed, aventurine hugs you from behind as you're doing your skincare routine. "call me kakavasha from now on." he whispers into your ear.

you're surprised. floored, even. you knew about aventurine's past, knew what name the weight carries with him. aventurine, one of the ten stonehearts of the ipc, who always shone as bright as a diamond and who captured attention like how a peacock would get when he ruffled his feathers.

well, kakavasha to you, aventurine to the rest of the cosmos.

"are-" you pause, looking into his borderline hypnotizing eyes for a second or two for his assurance. "are you sure, aven? i don't want to trigger anything."

he presses a fleeting kiss to your temple. "i'm sure, babe. and plus, i'm gonna have to get used to you calling me kakavasha before we get married!"

and before you can respond, he's gone, slinking away to your shared bedroom, in his stupidly soft silk pyjamas. slick bastard.

"okay, kakavasha." you call back out, fond smile on your face.

jing yuan ♡

- he, like aventurine, is quite busy due to his job, but he also has a lot of other priorities

- training yanqing, taking care of mimi, etc. (even though taking care of mimi is a shared effort between you and your man, you love that lion.)

- but he doesn't travel as much as aventurine, so he gets to spend more time with you, thank goodness ^_^

- but yanqing might as well become you and jing yuan's fully adopted child.

"jing yuan, i thought we'd give him the set of swords for his birthday!"

"my love, he deserved it earlier for helping me defeat all those mara struck soldiers. isn't that right, yanqing?"

yanqing, who was half asleep while watching his parents the general and his spouse argue, immediately straightened up, nodding his head. "y-yes, general!" he exclaims, like it was on instinct.

and you can't help but let out a laugh, patting yanqing on his back. "it's okay, yanqing, go back to sleep."

the retainer yawns, all groggy. "okay..."

he reminds me of mimi... you think to yourself, a picture of the lion yawning playing in your mind.

feeling eyes watching you in the back of your head, you turn around to see your husband, jing yuan, watching you with his signature ':3' smirk.

"honey, what are you plotting?" you ask, shrugging off your jacket to place over yanqing as he sleeps.

a low chuckle resounds around the room, the sound playful. "nothing, dearest. now, come nap with me. i've missed you."

you roll your eyes, yet you end up in his arms anyways. "so we're only going to give yanqing those new clothes for his birthday?"

no response.

"jing yuan?"

again, no response. then, a thump that lands on your shoulder.

a sigh escapes you, and you lean to pat your now half asleep husband's head. "you're supposed to meet with fu xuan in 15 minutes..."

"get yukong to go in my place." your husband mumbles back, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling you into his lap. "sleep, my love."

blade ♡

- he may not say it a lot, but he does love you

- he's an 'actions speak louder than words' type of guy

- but not a lot of physical affection either, he doesn't want to suddenly go mara struck and hurt you, he thinks he's going to taint you

- so fleeting touches shall do

- he'll also do things to make your day more convenient

- if you're tired from a mission, he'll make you some tea

- or if you've been overworking yourself, he'll take on your mission in your place

- the other stellaron hunters tease you (except for firefly she's the sweetest)

- ESPECIALLY kafka. this woman takes so much pleasure in teasing you two.

"oh~? seems like you've gone soft, bladie."

blade's eye twitches, and he stiffens underneath her touch as she bandages him up. "just hurry up and bandage me, kafka. it has to be done before y/n sees, they'll have a heart attack if they see me like this."

beneath his indifferent, cold facade, blade cared about you. and kafka knew that.

"okay, okay... them, firefly, and silver wolf are on their way... the script says they should be coming in—"

"we're back!"

you step in with a smile on your face, bags in your hands.

blade sits there as you scold him, letting out a sigh. "i always get hurt on missions, what's new? i only have more scars to add to my growing collection."

but that smile disappears when you see blade's state. bandages all over his torso and arms, blood seeping through them.

— — —

"i know you have your healing abilities, but putting yourself in harm's way like that? seriously, blade?!"

your boyfriend looks at you with a glare, crossing his arms over his chest stoically. "i get hurt every mission, what's new? the only thing i gain is more scars to the already growing collection."

nor surprised by his lack of care to his own health, you sigh. "blade, just... just let me take care of you..." cupping his cheek with your hand, you kiss his lips.

and blade would rather die than admit it, but when you pressed your soft lips against his chapped ones, he felt fireworks in his belly that weren't welcomed.

"tch, whatever..."

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

[aehyei]

𝗜𝗡𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗕𝗟𝗘

You thought everything will finally be alright when you manages to escape the hell of your ridiculously smart and rich ex-boyfriend, Kim Doyoung. But when you started experiencing things that no one could explain, that’s the only time you realize he was never going to let you go—ever.

PAIRING : ex-boyfriend! mad scientist! ceo!kim doyoung x reader

GENRE : !horror!au, !thriller!au, !yandere!au, !invisible man!au, !angst, !science fiction!au

WARNINGS : suggestive and dark themes, thriller, horror, mentions of blood, minor and major character deaths, unhealthy obsession, hospitals, murder, stalking, a very bad descriptions of fighting scenes, mental illness, suicide, reader not knowing she’s pregnant, cuss words, violence, mentions of guns and knives, toxic relationships, usage of drugs, major plot twist, mentions of unprotected sex (please tell me if ever i missed anything)

WC : 11.83k (holy fuck i’ve done that in straight three days)

TAG LIST : @my-soft-sunshine, @nanamericano, @itsanotherme, @luvinjeno, @valentineyun0, @glbyoon2k, @cheezbot, @furryllamas, @kingjeno423, @forhaever, @kristyxoxo, @ishokenmei, @nikisimpsharon + like this post to be added on my general taglist!

AUTHOR’S NOTES : this fanfic is heavily inspired by the film The Invisible Man. i liked the movie so why not make a doyoung ver am i right?

2:59 AM

Your heart thumped while you stayed wide awake in bed, staring at the table beside you. Just one minute, one minute before you could finally be free. Your breath hitches when the clock finally read exactly 3:00 am. Slowly and carefully, you gripped on your boyfriend’s arm around your waist and remove it with cautious movements. Kneeling beside the bed, you steadily lifted the bed on your side and grabbed the bottle of diazepam. Eyes never leaving his sleeping figure as you walk towards his side and lifted the glass of water, shaking it slightly to see how white-like-powder appear in the clear liquid.

Taking one last glance, you held your breath and approached the bathroom but froze immediately after hearing your boyfriend shuffle in the bed.

“Doyoung?” You almost whisper out, praying to the heavens that he did drink the water you gave him before going to bed last night.

When there was no response, you silently sighed in relief and stride to the bathroom in small but quick steps to throw the drugged liquid inside of the glass. Intertwining both of your fingers together, you puffed your cheeks and tried to control the anxiety bubbling inside of you. If Doyoung wakes up and finds out whatever your planning, you know that not only being locked up in his basement will be the punishment you’ll be having.

Gulping, you stroll on the huge closet inside of your shared bedroom and tiptoed to reach the clothes you prepared and the backpack that you’ve been hiding on top of the secret shelf that Doyoung doesn’t seem to notice. Once you took a hold of your needed things, you climbed up almost the ceiling to reach the CCTV and point it where he’s sleeping before finally leaving the room and silently closing the door.

In the hallways of the huge house, you didn’t even take your time taking in it’s walls for the last time— but instead, ran in light steps to the room where Doyoung always work at, when you accidentally bump unto the food bowl of your dog, Hyuck. The sound echoed in the quiet corridors, and your heart dropped. You opened your phone and checked the video tape if the loud sound had awoken him up, but much to your relief, he still remained peaceful and unfazed.

Now, you’re more aware of your surroundings as you climb down the stairs to the room. “The day we met…” You mumble to yourself, pressing the passcode on the pad.

08 15 17

The same day where you were blindly fooled by his gummy smile and sweet words, falling right into his trap. The memory was still clear to you, making you angry at yourself for believing every word that he said. Shaking your thoughts off, you look around to find a specific computer.

“Bingo.” You say, typing the same passcode on the computer and turning off the cameras of the cameras around the mansion except that one who’s still filming Doyoung. In a hurry, you slip off your nightgown and wear much more comfortable clothes, tying your hair into a bun before accessing more into the security system and allow the doors to unlock.

This is it.

You ran out of the hell you’ve been experiencing for the past few years, the sweet taste of freedom on the tip of your tongue when you were able to walk pass the front huge doors—and then you hear a whimper. “Hyuckie?” Your eyes widened, seeing the dog staring at you as if begging with his eyes for you to help him. The collar around his neck looking like it was made out of advanced technology. “H-Hang on, I’ll help you.” You say, dropping your bag and dug through it, finding something that would help you. “This could do.” Biting your lip, you let out a hair pin and pat Hyuck’s soft fur, smiling softly, “Run free, alright? Forget about this horrible place.”

The dog could only bark back making your eyes widened as you try to shush him lightly, “You have to keep quiet so he won’t find us.”, with a final turn on your pin, the collar opened and was thrown by the car near, making it set off an alarm. Hyuck did as you told and ran away while you repeatedly chanted curses and also ran to the open road, too afraid to look back.

“Come on…come on..” You impatiently waited, tapping your foot on the ground and raised your hand when you saw a car approaching you.

“Y/n? What’s going on? It’s almost 3:30 in the morning.” Your older sister, Han Yoojin asked with furrowed brows, watching you enter the car in a hurry. “Drive now, hurry!” You speak when a man’s voice was heard.

“Baby? Y/n? Where are you going?” A now awake Kim Doyoung asks, still wearing the same white plain short with grey joggers, tapping on the car’s window. He looked calm, scaring yourself to death. “D-Drive!” You remind your sister, screaming when your boyfriend repeatedly knocks, running along the vehicle when Yoojin presses on the gas. “Y/n don’t make me mad, come on now. Let’s go home.” He growled, the calm look in his face now replaced with panic. “Yoojin go faster!” You sobbed out, begging.

“But that’s Doyoung over right there? Aren’t we—“

She cuts herself off when Doyoung suddenly punches the window, causing the it to break and glass to fly, “Han Y/n! Let’s go home, now!”, he grunted possessively, knuckles bleeding yet he was still able to take a hold of your bag. Yoojin now understood why you looked so scared and stepped on the gas harder, the car finally going faster leaving your now ex-boyfriend no choice but too stop running as he knew that he didn’t stand a chance.

His face hardened when he watched the car quickly disappear from his sight. Blood dripping down from his hands. Doyoung looked down at the road, noticing the drug that must’ve fell from your bag when he forcefully tried to pull you. He picked it up and examined the small bottle, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

“Are you alright? W-What happened back there?” Yoojin asks, stuttering in between her sentence and took a moment to glance at your shaken up figure before looking back to the empty road ahead of her. You remained silent, tears falling down from your eyes with the look on Doyoung’s face still haunting you. Your sister sighs, thinking you need time to think for now and just extended her arm to take a hold of your hand, squeezing it.

TWO WEEKS LATER:

“Unnie! Dad! I’m off to school!” Dong Suyin calls out while wearing her shoes, hearing her dad’s laugh as he walks towards the door. “Alright, alright, have fun m’kay sweetheart? Remember, study well and no—“

“No boys, I get it dad.” Suyin huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. Her father, Dong Sicheng chuckles and ruffles her hair, “That’s my girl.”

“And don’t you have a job to attend to, Sicheng?” You appear in the frame, the laundry basket tucked in your right arm, smirking at them both. Suyin grinned, nudging her father’s stomach, “Yeah dad, don’t you have a job to go to?”. Sicheng frowns, wrapping an arm around his daughter’s shoulder and glared at you in a playful way, “Well, mom, today’s my day off and we’re hanging out together whether you like it or not.”

“Sucks to be you, unnie.” The youngest girl jokes, waving goodbye one last time to the adults before leaving out the door. “Any thoughts on how you became the greatest parent ever to exist?” You asked, pretending you had a mic before passing it to your best friend. Sicheng swats your hand away and gets the laundry basket out of your arms, carrying it instead like the gentleman he is, “How about you? Any thoughts on why do you think I’ll allow you carrying a heavy dirty laundry basket?”. Shrugging, you leaned your side by the window and eyed the mail box just outside the house.

“You wanna go out?” He asks carefully, knowing your trauma and he didn’t want to force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with. “I do want too, Sicheng. But…what if…w-what if he finds me? He’s filthy rich and smart as fuck.” You stumbled over your words, muscles tensed at the thought of your ex-boyfriend. “Alright, calm down, Y/n. I promised your sister to protect you and I will,” Sicheng rubs your back in comfort and places the basket of laundry down, “I’ll just put this here and don’t you dare carry them, I mean it! I’ll be back real quick, I just need to get the mails.”

You watched him stumble out the door, walking and grabbing all the mails just like he said and looking through them while walking back inside. “Huh, you seem lost in your thoughts. Let me guess, bills got higher, am I right?” You joked seeing the seriousness from his face. Sicheng nods, looking defeated, “I’m starting to think that I need more jobs.”

“Oh well, while you think of what job you want while cleaning the laundry, I’ll be on my laptop.” You nudge his shoulder, walking over to the couch and opening the gadget. “I’ll be in the laundry room if you need me.” Sicheng’s shoulders was slumped while walking to do the chores.

Sighing shakily, you stared at your figure using the camera on your laptop, seeing how dull and lifeless you looked despite still breathing. You didn’t know what came over you, but you covered the small camera with a small folded paper. The doorbell rang and your blood ran cold, freezing on your seat.

“Coming!” Sicheng shouts, jogging to the door. He peeked through the peeping hole and saw Yoojin. Glancing back at your figure, he opened the door and your sister came in. “What took you to open the door so long? It’s a simple thing to do, really. Just hold the handle, unlock, twist the doorknob, and viola! Opened.” She says in a sarcastic tone. The boy huffs, “I know how to open a door, Yoojin. I’m 32 and I have a kid.”

“Cool,” Yoojin deadpans, looking around and spots you on the couch. She grins and walks over, “Y/n! How have you been? Eating well?—“.

“—Yoojin what are you doing here? What if Doyoung followed you? W-What if—“

“Doyoung’s dead.”

“What?” You and Sicheng perked up at the same time in disbelief, going closer to her. Yoojin didn’t say anything but fished her phone in her pockets and showed you a news article, “Here. Read it for yourself.”. You didn’t know how to react while reading the header, heart pounding loudly by your chest. No, it was impossible. Someone like Kim Doyoung will never kill himself. You don’t understand.

CEO OF KIM COOPERATION, KIM DOYOUNG, FOUND IN HIS HOUSE DEAD. POLICE SUSPECTS OF SUICIDE AFTER SEEING EVIDENCES.

“T-This has to be fake, there is just no way he’s dead. I know Doyoung, and I also know that he wouldn’t pull this stunt.” You chuckle out dryly, shaking your head, still not believing at all. “It’s on the news now, Y/n and news don’t lie. Look, I know he did a lot, but it’s all over now. Your safe.” Your sister smiles, genuinely happy that no one will want to hurt you anymore.  She’s right, you know. Maybe it is over, maybe he really did kill himself. Thank God that he’s gone.

“Come on Ladies, let’s sit down so we could talk comfortably.” Sicheng pulls the two chairs so you and Yoojin could sit down. The two of you comply and did as he told, him sitting across your sister. “Wanna talk about it now, Y/n? I know everything has been really, really hard for you, but I promise you’d feel better letting it all out.” She reaches to hold your hand again, knowing how much you feel comfort whenever she does that. “Y-Yeah…I think I’m ready.” You nod, letting out a deep breath before giving them a small smile.

“Doyoung…he used to be sweet and loving, always treating me and spoiling me with gifts I didn’t even knew I wanted or needed. He would show me all his experiments late at night and we would do normal couple dates. But when he asked me to move in with him on our 1st year anniversary, he changed. Doyoung started to get really possessive and controlling. He hates it whenever I leave the house or if I use my phone too much. Then it all became worse as days pass by. Starting by controlling me from what I wear, eat,…think..” You tried to summarize your whole relationship with your now dead ex-boyfriend, reminiscing on the old bad memories.

“D-Did he hurt you?” Sicheng stuttered, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. You glanced at teary eyed Yoojin then at him before looking down at your lap, nodding, “Before I escaped, he started to become physical.”.

Everyone was just relived that it’s all done now.

On the exact next following day, you woke up with a huge smile on your face. Your body felt light and when you saw the sun shinning brightly– it felt really, really great. “Mornin’ unnie.” Suyin greets from beside you, snuggling closer under her covers. You tapped on her shoulder, trying to keep her awake, “Hey don’t sleep on me, missy! Today’s a great day, the sun is up, and most importantly, you have school.”. Her eyes shot up open at the mention of school and groaned, “Oh right. I thought today was a Saturday.”

“And it’s not.” You giggle at her annoyed state and rose up from the bed, stretching your limbs. Suyin follows after you shortly, rubbing her eyes tiredly while walking to the kitchen where her dad is. “Good morning!” Sicheng brightly smiles, sipping on his daily coffee after. You and his daughter chuckle in union at him and each took a seat by the counter. “Jeez, no one’s gonna greet me back? Okay, that is just rude. Dong Suyin, I raised you better then that. And Han Y/n, I expected more of you.” He rambled on, like how a dad would do.

“Then lesson learned, don’t expect things from me.” You giggled, gently grabbing a mug and make yourself a cup of caffeine too. Sicheng grumbles under his breath about how your acting like a bad example to his daughter—although you all know he’s kidding—and dusted off his shirt clean. “Are you getting the mails for today?” You asked, noticing how he’s eyeing the mail box from the inside.

“Yep, and I’m not ready to see what’s inside or how much anymore money am I gonna loose.” Sicheng speaks, his lips closing into a thin line after. “What about my college dreams?” Suyin frowned, lost in her own little world with the idea of working a part time job to help in the finances around the house too so she and her father could save up some cash for the future.

“What if…I’ll get the mails for you?”

The Dong’s stared at you, mouth agape a bit. Sicheng was the first one to speak up, eyes showing pure concern, “Are you sure Y/n? I know going outside is making you uncomfortable, you really don’t have too, you know.”. You nod and smile at him, “Yeah but now that he’s gone, I think I can handle. I can’t be hiding in the shadows and be a burden to you guys for my whole life.”.

“But you’re not a burden, unnie.” The young girl says, not wanting for you to feel that way. Your heart softened hearing how she truly cared for you, petting her head lightly. “Do you want me to come with you?” Sicheng still insisted. Living with them for two weeks, they treated you like you’re real family, took you in even if they have financial problems too. “I’m fine, Sicheng. I can do this.” You punched his arm gently and bit your lip, glancing at Suyin before taking a deep breath and walked towards the door.

You’re free.

He’s gone.

You felt like flying when you took your first step outside of the house, eyes looking up at the blue sky and then looking around the peaceful neighborhood. A smile escaped your lips as you took the mails and entered the house once again, “I did it!”.

“Congrats! Oh my god!” Suyin was the first one to congratulate you, pulling you in a tight hug while squealing. Her father following after and engulfed the two of you in his arms. It really was a moment to celebrate. Sicheng pulled away after a few seconds to rummage through the mails, trying to find if there are any more bills he has to pay– when he visibly stopped and slowly passed you one, “Hey, this one is addressed to you.”.

Looking utterly confused, you took the letter and examined it, “M-Me? Who would have sent it though…”, ripping it open, you felt your body grow cold seeing what it was about. “Are you okay? What is it-”

“Sicheng, please call Yoojin for me. I have somewhere to go.”

“What’s the matter? Why am I here?” Yoojin asks once she enters the Dong’s residence, rushing over where you are. “We need to go to Kim Cooperation.” You say, standing up to the couch and gripping on her arm. “W-What? Why? Y/n, it’s over, you need to let it go—“.

You cut her off by showing her the letter, urging her to read it too. She licks her lips and nods with a whisper, “Okay. Okay we’ll go.”

—

“How have you been, y/n?” Doyoung’s younger brother, Kim Jungwoo asks with an unbothered smile, ignoring the glare Yoojin gave him. “We didn’t come here for a conversation, Mr. Kim.” She answers for you, knowing that you did not want to have any connection with anyone who’s related to your ex-boyfriend.

“Of course,” Jungwoo clears his throat, his glance lingering at you before he opens the folder on the table and brings out the papers, the edge of his lips lifting a little, “My brother left 5 million dollars for you, under the condition that you don’t bring up any criminal charges against him. Sign here to take it.”, he then reaches for a pen and passes it to you.

“F-Five million, cash?” You sister stutters, stunned by the large amount of money. You glanced at her then at the current CEO of Kim Cooperation, nibbling at your bottom lip, “Okay,” you whispered, taking the pen and signing the papers to claim the money he had left you, “As long as I won’t have to be where Doyoung is”.

“But you are where he is.” Jungwoo smiles as if it’s a normal thing to say, making Yoojin hiss, “Mr. Kim, that’s not quite a great thing to say around my sister. We all know what happened and it is a sensitive matter.”

“Oh I know, Ms. Han,” Jungwoo continues smiling, looking over the jar by the table and nodding his head by it’s location, “There’s hyung.”. Gulping, you glanced where he said Doyoung’s ashes are and visibly is shaken up. “Alright, that’s enough. We have the money and now we’re going.” Yoojin gently guides you up from your seat, carrying your bag for you. You silently thank her and turn your head back to see your ex’s brother bowing down in a formal way, the suspicious smile still never fading.

—

“How was your small trip?” Sicheng asks as he opens the door, still dressed in his uniform. “Terrible,” Yoojin groans, rolling her eyes when you enter the Dong’s residence, “I would want to stay in here more, but work’s calling and my boss’ a dickhead. Take care of her, will ya?”, she grins and waves goodbye to her dear old friend before sparing you a reassuring comfort glance and finally left. “Was it that bad?” The boy asks again, following you to the living room. “It’s bad, but not that that bad.” You answered, placing your coat neatly on the couch, “Plus, I have a surprise. Call Suyin down here too.”

Sicheng furrowed his eyebrows, confused yet obliged at your request, calling his teen-ager daughter upstairs.

“What’s up?” Suyin grins when she reaches down stairs, her earphones still on her ears. “Y/n says she has a surprise for us.” Sicheng shrugs, wrapping one arm around his princess and waiting for any further instructions from you.

You took the paper from behind and passed the papers you signed that day to the family, smiling widely, “Now you could go to school without any worries and Sicheng, you don’t have to worry about bills that much anymore!”.

Suyin looked too excited and happy, taking a hold of the papers and reading them while squealing, “Oh my god! Unnie!”. Sicheng’s jaw dropped as he let out some chuckles in disbelief, a huge smile threatening to break but then tried to still look stern as possible, “Y/n, you can’t give us the five million, it’s your money.”. You shook your head, “No, you need it more then I do. It’s also a thank you gift for taking care of me these past few weeks and letting me live in here for free even if you struggle a lot with those shitty bills,” and then laughed loudly when the young girl pulled you in a tight hug, “Besides, Suyin has to go to school without worrying.”

“You’re the best!” She gushes, snuggling on the crook of your neck. “She is, isn’t she?” Sicheng finally lets the huge smile escape his lips, engulfing you and Suyin in his arms, a few of happy and relieved tears falling from his eyes too.

“Uh oh, he’s crying isn’t he?”

“Dad! Stop being a cry-baby!”

“What?! No! I just got something in my eyes.”

Suddenly, goosebumps started to rise up from your skin. You licked your lips and nervously looked around to see if someone was watching the three of you. There was no one. Yet still, your senses say there is.

“Y/n, you alright? We gotta celebrate.” Sicheng cuts off your deep thoughts and you smile, nodding at him, “Yeah, coming!”

“Yesterday was great, thank you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly while cooking breakfast, feeling Sicheng’s one arm wrap itself around your waist and a kiss on your forehead. “No like, I really don’t know how to repay you. Now I’m not afraid in opening bills, well, less scared.” He cackles up too, letting you go to fix his own tie. “I’m planning to get a job too, you know. Help around the house and once I got enough, I think I’ll buy my own too.” You tell him your plans, flipping the pancakes. “Why do you need to leave? Suyin loves you, I love you—, no wait. That came out wrong.”

You snort, agreeing along with him, “Yeah it sounds wrong, but I get your point! It’s just, I wanna live independently. Also, don’t worry, I’ll be buying the nearest house as possible so you and Suyin could visit anytime!”. Sicheng, now fixing his sleeves, chuckles, “Alright. Quick favor, wake up the sleeping beauty while I grab my coat.”

“Yes sir!” You playfully saluted and went on your way to wake the young girl up.

Just when you find Suyin already half awake, rubbing her eyes and making her way to eat breakfast, the food caught on fire and that alarmed you and woke her up fully. “Shit!” You curse loudly, heart pounding and looking around to see what would be a great way to turn down the fire.

A now fully awake Suyin rushes to grab the fire extinguisher, successfully putting the fire down. Sicheng rushes to run to the kitchen, wide eyed, “Is everyone okay? What happened here?”.

“I-I don’t know…”, you whispered, still in shock that you almost burned the house down, “I don’t know…”.

Later that day, you were left alone in the house with Sicheng at work and Suyin at school. Bored, you decided to walk around the small comfortable home to waste some time. You walked to the living room and stare out the windows, trying to see if anything interesting is happening outside when the front door suddenly opens. At first, you were confused, but then you thought that maybe Suyin got home early or Sicheng might just forgot and left something.

“Hey—…”, you cut yourself off seeing there was nobody outside. The eerie silence sent shivers to your spine, and your aware of someone else’s presence even if no one seem to be there.

Were you imagining things? Maybe it was just the wind.

Yeah, it’s just the wind. You settle on that thought, shrugging the fear off and coming back inside to lock the door close.

—

“God, I’m so sleep.” Suyin groans tiredly, snuggling on her covers that night. You grinned and laid beside her, covering yourself with a blanket, “I’m guessing school wasn’t that great?”. She closed her eyes and didn’t bother answering your question, falling into a deep slumber almost immediately. You sighed and fixed the blanket so it would also protect Suyin from the cold night and followed after her into dreamland.

It was peaceful, quiet, yet unsettling. You felt the blanket slowly getting pulled down up until it’s on the same level as your waist. Then the lights started to flicker as if someone was playing with them. “S-Suyin? I-Is that you?” You stuttered, raising your head a little to find the girl still in deep sleep. The lights are still turning on and off, making you sit up and look around— seeing a man’s figure by the corner. Your blood ran cold as you gasped, and then you realized it was just the standee display of Suyin’s favorite actor in her room.

Sighing in relief, you decided to call it a night. You stood up to take the covers from the floor and glance where the chair is, having some kind of staring contest with it. It felt like someone was sitting on the chair and staring at you, making you throw the blanket on it to check your suspicions. But much to your relief, there was no one. So you decided to pull the covers back when something was preventing you to.

It looked like someone was holding unto the other end, freezing your actions.

“S-Sicheng! Sicheng!” You finally scream. Suyin rose up from her bed, awake and startled from your loud voice and Sicheng bursts the door open, carrying a gun on his hand, “What’s wrong?!”, he asks, opening the lights. “T-There’s…someone else here…” you say, frantically looking around. The boy glances at her daughter who shrugs then back at you, “Y/n, calm down, no one’s here, okay? I promise you. No one will hurt you.” He calmly states, putting the gun on the near table and rubbed your shoulders to comfort you.

“B-But—”

“But nothing. It’s late, come on, we all need to get some sleep for tomorrow.” Sicheng cuts you off, staring deeply in your eyes. After a few deep breaths, you calm down and nod at his words in silence. “Okay, good night Y/n. Good night too, Suyin.” He smiles softly grabbing the weapon and closing the lights, leaving the door slightly opened before heading back to his room.

“If your still scared, you can hug me unnie.” Suyin offers, opening her arms. You chuckled and shook your head, tucking her properly on the bed, “Don’t worry about me, I can take care of my own.”

“M'kay, if you say so,” she yawned, sleep taking over her once again. For the last time, you looked around with the same unsettling feeling on your chest and lays beside her, trying to get some sleep too.

“Welcome Ms. Han,” The job interviewer smiled at you, shaking your hand. “Good morning Mr. Lee.” You smiled back, bowing down a bit to show some respect. “Gee, why so formal? Just call me Taeyong.” Taeyong says with a flirty smile, assisting you to sit down. “U-Uhhh, yes Mr. L— I mean Taeyong.” You apologized quickly, feeling quite nervous as it is your first job interview after years of being locked in Doyoung’s huge mansion. “Are you nervous?” He asks, noticing your stiff figure and took a seat in front of you.

“A little.” You admitted, clasping your hands together and rubbing them to try and calm your anxiousness down. “Don’t be, I don’t bite,” Taeyong giggles, “Okay well, I’m sure our company has emailed you a couple of days ago that you needed to do some work and impress us with what you can do. Can you show me?”.

“Yeah, it’s here. I prepared it day and night.” You took your suite case, opening it. Your smile disappeared seeing that your hard work wasn’t there. “Oh? That’s okay if you forgot! We could reschedule the interview.” Taeyong notices. “N-No. I really placed it here. I remember clearly that I put it here.” You started to ramble, suddenly feeling sick. You placed a hand on your stomach and groaned, standing up from your seat.

“Y/n?” Taeyong’s worried voice only added more to your headache. Before you know it, your world turned black as you pass out on the floor.

—

You stared at nothingness, aware of Sicheng’s presence beside you. His hand on top of your hand to help comfort you as he listens to the doctor.

“…She has to relax, keep her mind off things. At least up until the lab results come in. The hospital will call in if ever it’s available. Have a good afternoon, Mr. Dong and Ms. Han.” The doctor bows, turning his way to leave. Sicheng sighs and glances at your side figure with hooded eyes, worry laced in his deep voice, “You heard what the doctor said right? Just stay at home for now until we don’t know what caused you to faint.”

When you didn’t answer him, he adds, “Take a shower once we go home so you could relax. Come on.”

You let him gently drag you up from the hospital’s hallways, to the car. Ride back home was silent, no one dared to talk. Sicheng even turned off the radio knowing that none of you were in the mood to listen to some music. He opens the door for you as you walk in the house. “Remember, shower.” He reminds you, giving you a stern yet soft look.

“Okay,” you whisper, following his orders and went your way upstairs for a steamy relaxing shower. Just after your done, you heard your phone ring making you grab a towel to wrap it around your body before picking it up.

“Hello?”

“This is the hospital, may I speak to Han Y/n?”

“This is Han Y/n speaking,” you pause a bit, running your fingers through your wet hair. “Hello Ms. Han, the reason of why you fainted is because of diazepam in your system. We do not recommend you drinking those kinds of drugs as it will only affect your health. Please refrain yourself from taking them.”

Diazepam?

But you never took any diazepam…

“T-Thank you,” you say to the phone, stunned with what the nurse said and ended the call after. You walk back to the bathroom only to stare by the faucet in horror. There’s a familiar looking small bottle of diazepam with bloody fingerprints stain.

What was that doing there?

You took the bottle of drugs and changed into your clothes before rushing to Sicheng, who was folding laundry. “We have to go somewhere.” You demand, ignoring his protests and grabbing your coat. “What? Where? Y/n, the doctor said—”

“To the Kim Cooperation, we have to go.” You repeated, Sicheng having no more choice but to follow you.

—

“I can see your back,” Jungwoo states, surprised seeing you in his office. You stare at him in a few silenced seconds, grabbing the bloody bottle and placing it in front of him on the table. “I don’t understand?” He raises a brow, tilting his head a little. Sicheng, beside you, also looked at you confused, although the blood stains ticked something off him.

“This. Doyoung put that in the bathroom while I was taking a bath.” You point out.

Jungwoo poked his tongue inside his left cheek and relaxed a bit, shaking his head, “No, Y/n, my brother is dead.”

“He’s not dead.”, you stubbornly insisted, chuckling bitterly, “I think Doyoung figured a way to be invisible to scare me, to take revenge.”. Jungwoo calmly leaned back on his chair, continuing to stare at you while tapping his fingers one by one on the table. Sicheng clenched his jaw, his worry increasing more.

“Y/n, he’s dead. Doyoung is gone. Listen, he’s great at torturing people, both mentally and physically. He also ruined my life by getting into my head and I hated him so much. I was relieved when I heard Doyoung’s killed himself, Y/n. He’s a monster, a bad person.” Jungwoo explains a brief story of his childhood, still looking unbothered as he reaches down the shelves to grab some pictures taken by the police. “If you still don’t believe me then here are the pictures of his dead body.”

You looked down and clenched your fists under the table, eyes scanning the pictures of Doyoung’s body that has a puddle of blood under. The images was let out gruesome. Sicheng goes through them, examining, “He looks really pretty dead.”, he mumbles out.

It does show that Doyoung is dead, it was clear. Yet you still don’t understand the things that were happening with you.

“If you have nothing else to say, then please do leave. I still have a meeting after this.” Jungwoo glances at his watch, clicking his tongue. “Well then, we’ll get going. Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Kim.” Sicheng smiles, once again gently dragging you out of Jungwoo’s office.

“Now let’s go ho—”

“You go home, Sicheng. I wanna go to Yoojin’s apartment,” you weakly smile. “Alone? Are you sure?” He asks, taking a hold of your arm. “Yeah.” You nod, walking towards the bus stop to travel to Yoojin’s place.

—

You smile a bit, knocking at the door. When Yoojin opened it, she looked more annoyed then happy seeing you over.

“Yoojin, hi!” You smile, stumbling over your words, ready to tell her all the troubles that you’ve been feeling. “Why are you here?” Yoojin cuts you off, quite stern and rude with her tone. Startled by this, you stare at her confused, “W-What…?”

“No, I’m just surprised that you still came after the e-mail you sent me, remember? The one where you said that I was controlling you, and you described me as suffocating.” Yoojin looks down slighly, then back up at your eyes. Now you’re more confused, “N-No, Yoojin, no! I never sent any e-mails! It was Doyoung! Doyoung sent those e-mails.”

Yoojin nods slowly, “Doyoung? Kim Doyoung? Your ex that died?”.

“He’s not dead! H-He’s here, somewhere. Yoojin, please, believe me.” You begged, blabbering with tears started to form in your eyes. Yoojin sighs, shaking her head, “You need help, Y/n.”, then closes the door right in front of your face. The action caused your heart to shatter into pieces, not used to your sister treating you like that. After what happened, you ran back home— not even bothering to take the bus anymore. You rushed to the room and opened your laptop, clicking on the keyboard impatiently to type your password and go to sent e-mails.

And then you see it.

The message you never sent to your sister.

You started to sob uncontrollably, covering your mouth to muffle your cries as your knees suddenly felt weak, causing you to fall on the ground. You hugged yourself and continued to cry, now fully understanding that you were never free and he was never gone in the first place.

“Unnie?”

Slowly, you looked up and saw Suyin. You sniffled and sat up, trying to look presentable in front of the teenage girl. “H-Hey Suyin,” You greet her, looking down. She slowly sits beside you, silent for a while before speaking, “How about we have a girl’s night out tonight? Let’s kick dad out of the house and eat cake.”, she invites, trying to find the right words to comfort you. You chuckle at this, nodding, “Yeah, I like cake. Let’s do it, let’s kick your dad out.”

Suyin also laughs and tries to stand up, when an unknown thing hits her hardly, causing her to groan in pain and fall into the ground into a painful impact. You gasped and stumbled closer to her, “Suyin! Are you okay?! Wha — “

“S-Stay away!” Suyin screams, taking steps back to avoid your closer figure. You freeze on your tracks, jaw dropped wide open. “What happened in here?” Sicheng quickly enters the room, comforting his daughter. “S-She hit me!” the teenager points at you, looking really scared. “No! Suyin, you know I would never do that to you. I love you.”

“Woah, woah, stop right there Y/n,” Sicheng raises a hand to stop you, placing Suyin behind him. “S-Sicheng I didn’t hit her!” You try to get closer again, only for the man to warn you to step back again. “I think you need time out, Y/n. We’ll be back soon, just…please…think for now.”, then he leaves with Suyin in his arms.

“It was Doyoung! He did this!” You shout from behind them, shutting yourself up when the door was slammed. Tears one by one started falling from your eyes again, whole body shaking as you again screamed alone at home, “Kim Doyoung! I know your in here! Show yourself! Hurt me, don’t hurt the kid!”

nothing.

You took huge steps towards the kitchen, grabbing a bag of coffee then poured it unto the floor of the living room to the bedroom, then you also took a knife and held on it tightly, pushing the box away and sitting on the edge of the room, eyes never leaving the black powder on the ground.

“Why me?”, you began talking, believing firmly that Doyoung’s around— somewhere, “Why me, Doyoung, when you could have any better girl you wanted. Someone who’s prettier, someone who’s richer”, you chuckle weakly after.

“So, why me? I’m just a silly girl who stumbled over your life at a party. You have nothing else to take, Doyoung, you already took everything from me. Please…please just leave me alone,” you begged, eyes started stinging with tears as you rested your head on your arms, sighing deeply. An idea enters your mind and you stood up, taking careful steps to avoid the coffee powder on the floor and took your phone. You stared at the contact number and pressed on it with shaky fingers.

You wait for a few seconds before a vibrating sound caught your attention, looking around, you then look up and notice that the sounds came from the attic. You ended the call and walked to the hallways, climbing the ladder to enter the top part of the house.

It was dark. You flicked the flashlight in your hands open and looked around to observe the dusty place. Reaching to your pocket, you grab your phone once again and dial the number, waiting for the vibrations. When you heard it, you crawled your way towards it’s direction to find Doyoung’s keys of his car, a knife, and the design work that you remember placing on your suite case for your job interview. It was all making sense. Then you saw another phone near and opened it with ease as there were no password, looking through the photos taken of you and Suyin sleeping at the bed. You started to shake uncontrollably, you found it hard to breath.

Then you see the phone ding in your hand, a text following.

[10:49 pm] SURPRISE!!

You heard a noise from behind you. With careful and slow movements, you grab the bucket of paint and threw it on the air by the opening of the attic, startled and surprised seeing a man’s figure now exposed thanks to the paint. You screamed but quickly followed the strange looking suit down to the hallways of the house. The grip you have on the knife on your left hand was enough to show how feared you are, all the nightmares you thought you escaped— you never escaped, in the first place. Doyoung will and always will be there for you, whether you like it or not.

The sound of the faucet made you jump on your place a bit, rushing where the kitchen is to find evidences of white paint being washed out. Someone grabs you from behind, lifting you abruptly then threw you on the side of the wall. You coughed out in pain, hissing at the impact and looking around just to see no one, “Doyoung!”, you call out, standing up once again and tried to run where the coffee powder is scattered so you could see his footsteps— when someone grabs your shirt and pulls you back to the kitchen. The invisible man strangles you down the ground, grip on your neck tightening.

You struggled to move, chocking and trying to get the hand you could touch around your neck away from you, feeling the air on your lungs being stolen. Just when you were about to loose hope, you remembered the knife you hand and used it to stab the man from his side, causing him to move away from you. You gasped for air and didn’t waste anymore time— running out of the house in a hurry.

You tried to book an Uber, still frantically looking around in the streets. When the car arrived, you entered and slammed the door close, still panicking, “D-Drive, please!”. The driver glances at you for a while before doing as you said, driving over where you booked at.

You arrive at the huge gates of your once called ‘home’, gripping on the leather seats tightly, you speak to the kind Uber driver, “Hey uh..can you wait for me? I’ll be back quick, then I’ll pay you extra so we could go back to the city.”. He nods and smiles through the review mirror, “Yeah, of course.”

You step out of the car, entering the cages where Doyoung has kept you hidden in for in years. Able to get inside the huge mansion, you were surprised when Hyuck came running towards you. “Hyuck! I missed you!” You managed to giggle, petting the dog with love. The dog barked as his tail waggled, excited to see his owner again. “I’m so happy your alive,” you breathed out, finally standing up and making your way down to the basement laboratory where Doyoung worked most of the time.

With Hyuck following you around, you found yourself standing in front of one of the advanced looking technology gadget, eyeing it carefully. Then, you press your hand on it’s screen and moved it around, startled to realize that it was a camera. You tried to figure it out, pressing random buttons on the tablet— deactivating on what seemed like an invisible suit. Your breath hitches as you slowly got closer, caressing it, “I knew it,” you whisper to yourself.

You took the suit when Hyuck started barking and ran towards another direction, alerting you that you were not alone— someone else was inside the house. You quickly went to the bedroom, hiding in the huge closet. You saw the closet door slowly open by itself, then you looked down to see someone else’s footsteps visible on the carpeted floor. Counting to three, you push the manly figure and fall to the ground, Hyuck barking loudly where the invisible man stands. You didn’t waste anymore time and took a run, going back to the car.

Now you know you aren’t crazy.

Kim Doyoung is alive.

“Hello! Please drive now, I’m quite in a hurry,” You instruct upon entering the vehicle, a deja vu of what happened at the first time you entered his ride. The driver didn’t find your paniced look suspicious and just did as you said, driving as carefully yet fast enough. You dialed Yoojin’s number on your phone and placed it by your ear, begging the heaven’s that she’ll pick up.

“Y/n?”, you hear her voice.

Breathing in relief, you started to speak, “Please, meet me later night. I know I sounded like a bitch at the e-mail sent to you but please, I really need to meet you. Yoojin, please…”, you begged. Yoojin sighs, knowing she couldn’t stand being away from you for long anyways, “Alright fine. At the restaurant we always went too as kids, meet me there at 8.”.

—

It was decided, and you arrived at the restaurant exactly at 7:55. You looked around, knowing well that Doyoung could be anywhere at this moment. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Yoojin was still pissed, you could tell, but you saw the worry in her eyes as she took a seat down in front of you. You let out a shaky breath and started to explain, “I-I know you think I’m crazy…but I have proof. I have proof that what all I said really happened.”

“You do?” She raises a brow, her arms still crossed. You nodded and looked around nervously once again, leaning closer, you decided to whisper, “I went to—”

“Hey ladies, I’m the waiter who’ll be with you for this lovely evening. My name is Moon Taeil, anything you would want to order?” Taeil, the waiter, smiles warmly at the two of you, not meaning to cut you off. Yoojin smiles back at him, clicking on her tongue, “Well, we’ll just have water for now. Thank you so much Taeil.”. He nods and walks away to prepare the drink your sister ordered. “Sorry? You were saying?” She apologizes, telling you to continue. “I went to Doyoung’s house and saw the invisible suit I’m sure he has been wearing to terrorize me, to make me look like I’m crazy. I have the proof.” You carried on.

Suddenly, the knife set on the table slowly floated, and you and Yoojin glanced at it. Before you could do any action, the sharp object sliced Yoojin’s throat in a lightening speed and on the next second, it was on your hand. You didn’t breathe as you glance at your now dead sister, in front of you, blood flowing down. A patron in the restaurant looks over your table and screams, pointing at you and standing up. The rest of the customers follow after, thinking that you just murdered someone.

You slowly stood up from your seat, feeling like your feet wasn’t touching the ground. You felt lightheaded as you dropped the bloody knife, shaking hands buried on your hair, “N-No…no…no…”, you tried to deny it. You tried to convince yourself that it was all a nightmare and that when you wake up, Yoojin is still alive. You didn’t even feel it when you were pinned down by some of the waiters or how the police placed the hand cuffs on your wrists. It was all a complete blur to you.

When you got back to your senses, you realized that you were taken inside of an asylum, then started screaming, “I didn’t do it! I said I didn’t do it! Doyoung killed my sister! Doyoung is still alive!”

The police officers ignored your cries, forcing you down on the bed and tying your limbs up. While being tied up, you tried kicking your legs free and stared at the empty space of the room, “I see you! I fucking see you!”. The nurse gently injected sleeping drugs into you, making your eyelids turn heavy. The last thing you hear before your sight turned black was footsteps getting closer to you, and a familiar voice whispering.

“Surprise…”

It’s been a couple of days with you being isolated in the small room that includes a small bathroom and a bed. There were no windows and there was only one door that is shut tightly. For moments like this, you’d still cry to yourself about the sudden death of Yoojin, blaming yourself for what has happened even if you knew you did not murder your own sister.

Would things must’ve been different if you never attended the party you met Doyoung in the first place? Would it change things if you would have never escaped the hell you didn’t know you entered?

You heard the door open, making you tilt your head. There, you see a nurse with a police officer beside her. “You need to be interrogated,” the officer says, cuffing your hands from behind and guiding you to another room where Sicheng and another guy who’s unfamiliar to you is waiting.

“Y/n,” Sicheng breaths out, gulping seeing how messed up you looked. You nod at him, greeting him back in silence. “I’m detective Qian, the partner of Sicheng.” Kun introduces himself towards you, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We want to help you, Ms. Han. But in order for us to help you, you have to tell us everything. The whole truth.” The detective continues.

You know the news about Yoojin’s death reached Suyin and Sicheng. You know that they all think that you killed her. You know that they all believe that your one insane woman.

Your attention wasn’t quite fully on them, your eyes darting between their faces and on the empty space by the corner of the room, feeling stalked. “Y/n?” Sicheng calls for you. You look back at him and started to talk in a hoarse voice, given by all your cries, “Doyoung killed her. I saw the proof that he’s still alive myself when I went back to his house. But I can’t tell you what it is because he’s in the room and you can’t see him.”

Kun lets out a heavy breath, leaving the room.

Now it’s just you and Sicheng. He stares at you with emotions you can’t read, he looked dead serious and intimidating— not the same Sicheng you used to see everyday back at home. “Do you believe me?” You ask, staring back at his dark brown eyes. “Yes,” he lies, licking his lips, “Suyin misses you, a lot. Get cured and come back home.” He says before leaving too.

You were taken back to the same room where you slept and bathe, locked up in it again like you were some kind of animal.

“I know you enjoy seeing me like this, Doyoung.” You whisper, knowing well that he was near and that he could hear you.

—

“Y/n, remember when you took a laboratory test at the hospital when you fainted?”

You nod, staring at the wall in front of you.

“Did…did you know you were pregnant?”

You look at her, shock visible in your features, “W-What?”.

The doctor shakily chuckles, nodding her head, “Your pregnant by a month now, Y/n. Congratulations.”, then exits. You stayed frozen on your seat by the bed, your brain still trying to process by what she said. You’re pregnant. With his child. Unbelievable. Doyoung had more tricks under his sleeves then you expected.

You glance down your stomach, a tear slowly rolling down your cheek to the fabric of the clothes your wearing. Placing a hand gently on top of it, you caressed your belly.

“Oi, you have a visitor,” An officer comes right after the doctor, opening the door for the two nurses to escort you out. Who could it be? Suyin? Sicheng? The detective? Yoojin?

“Take you, officer.” Jungwoo giggles and stands up from the chair, bowing down. He bows back and leaves with the two nurse to provide some privacy. “Well? What are you still doing there standing up? Sit, sit.” He motions at the other empty chair. You obliged and sat there in silence, waiting for him to explain himself unto why he decided to visit you in the asylum.

“I know about you’re pregnancy,” he says, intertwining his fingers together by the table, “but since you’ve been brought up on criminal charges and potentially rules mentally incompetent, you’ve lost the right to my brother’s money.”. Your lips twitched, fighting the urge to punch him in the face, “You’re just like him, Jungwoo. You’re him but a little softer. He’d be the brains and you’ll be the body. Your both just as narcissistic.”.

Jungwoo ignores your comment and took another set of papers in his suite case, setting them to the table with a pen, “You have two options. The first one is to sign these documents and forfeit the money. And the second one is to have the baby and go back to Doyoung Hyung. I could give you a new life with Hyung in one phone call, Y/n. It’s all up to you.”

In complete anger, you rudely threw the documents on the floor, glaring at him. The man clenches his jaw, giving you a look before turning on his back to pick them up. While he was busy, you quickly reached and stole one of the pens in his bag, hiding it on the sleeves of your clothes and taking one of the chewed up gum on the bottom of the table. “I know it’s a difficult decision, so I’ll be back in 2-3 days. I hope you already made your mind up then. See you soon again, Y/n.”, Jungwoo fixes his things, not knowing what you did, and made his way out.

It’s night, the orderly does her usual nightly check in your room, thoroughly making sure that there were no sharp or other unnecessary items.

“Open your mouth”, she orders, holding your chin. You followed. “Tongue up, tongue done”, when she sees that there was nothing, she nodded and greets you good night before leaving.

Once she was done, you stood up from the bed, going to the showers. You tiptoed and reached for the pen you’ve hidden on the very corner of the ceiling, sticking it with the gum. You opened the shower, not even minding how wet your hair and clothes are starting to get from the water. Lifting your wrist, you grunted, “You won’t get me, and you won’t get the baby.”, and removed the cap of the pen, stabbing the side of your wrist with it. Blood started to drip down your skin, disappearing on the drainage of the shower.

It hurts. It’s hurts a lot. But nothing could compare to the pain Doyoung has given you throughout your life.

When you felt a hand stop you from injuring yourself any further, you smirk and look up, “There you are.”

You stabbed the invisible man with the pen your holding, again and again until the suit started to malfunction. One of the guards that is on duty on that night realizes something was happening inside your room and entered, “Hey, Hey! What’s going on in he—…”, he cuts himself off, loss of words seeing a malfunctioning suit by the corner of the room. He goes and tries to shoot the strange man, but then the invisible man turns the gun to face it on the guard, pushing him to the wall and shooting. You saw an opportunity to run, and so you did.

“What do you think you’re doing? Go back to your room.” Two more guards show up, hands are ready on their guns in case you do any sudden movement. “P-Please, let me go! He’s in there!” You pleaded, trying to get their pity and belief. The malfunctioning suit appears in the hallways, startling the two. They let you go and also tried to shoot him when he grabs one on the neck and forces the gun on her stomach, shooting it. He then turns to the other one and shoots too.

Breathing heavily, you try to run again but more keep coming. One by one, they were all killed without mercy by the invisile man. After killing the last guard on the floor, the man drops the gun and you grabbed on it, continuing your attempt to escape. You see the glitching figure also running after you, making you cry out and try to keep up your steps faster.

“Ma’am, please stay inside—”

“Stay back!” You say, pointing the gun on the nurses you tried to stop you. You continued to run until you were finally to exit the facility, noticing the heavy rain falling from the sky. For a moment, you closed your eyes and imagined it was Yoojin crying for you from the heavens, then you hear a noise.

“Doyoung!” Screaming, you felt like a madwoman. All you wanted was to be free, was that too hard to ask?, “Where are you?!”. A rustle was heard on your right, and you gathered all your courage, grip on the gun your holding going tighter as you get near. You see a car with an open trunk and go closer to it, trying to see if there was any glitching figure. Yet, the invisible man grabs you by your neck, lifting you up the ground with ease, “You’re one stubborn bitch.”, he first says, snickering, “If you don’t behave like how I thought you too, then I’ll be first to hurt the ones you love. Maybe…Suyin?”.

“N-No! L-Leave her alone in this!” You struggled to speak, voice breaking in fear for the young girl. “Freeze! Keep your hands in the air!” Another officer decides to interrupt, his eyes widening at the sight. The invisible man took the gun in your hands, shooting him in the leg in speed before tossing you to the side and running away. You wasted a few seconds gasping for air before stumbling with every step you take to follow after the suit.

You look around at the streets and noticed a car driving at a fast speed, looking like it’s about to run over you. At instinct, you flinch and move away, allowing the vehicle to crash into another one with the clumsy driving and finally succeeded in getting away.

“Fuck!” You cursed loudly, running to the car which the invisible man previously bumped into, apologizing to the driver again and again while forcing the wounded man out of the car to chase after him again.

While driving, you tried to call Sicheng.

“Sicheng, oh my god! Thank goodness you’ve picked up, listen—”

“Y/n? W-What are you doing? What? How did you get to call me?” His voice showed worry and panic. “Suyin’s life is in danger! You need to come home, now!” You warned him, ending the call afterwards.

—

The invisible man unlocks the door, taking steps inside the Dong’s residence. He slowly entered the teenager’s room, silently observing her sleeping figure for a while.

Suyin steers, she felt unsafe and uneasy. Her eyes opened as she looked around her room, goosebumps rising up her skin. “I-Is anyone there?” She asks in a whisper, not even knowing who she was talking too. She clutched more tightly on her blanket, knuckles turning white from the tight grip. When her shoulders began to relax, someone suddenly grabs her hair, dragging her out of the bed.

Suyin screams, struggling to escape the invisible creature, but it was no use. She was harshly thrown to the floor. “P-Please! Don’t!” She continues to scream, fear enveloping her completely. When hands were around her neck, forcing her up to the air, she closes her eyes, choking. All Suyin could hope was that someone would comfort her father if she’ll be gone just before the sun rises.

“Dong Suyin!” Sicheng enters the house, surprised to see his daughter floating up the floor. Then he sees the suit malfunctioning and his heart dropped, not even hesitating to lift his gun and shoot the strange man, “L-Let her go! I’ll shoot you, let her go!”. The horror of loosing her daughter made his world crumble— he once lost the woman he loved, and he’s not loosing another one. Loosing patience, Sicheng shoots the gun, aiming at the leg.

The invisible man groans in pain, finally letting Suyin go and and limping towards Sicheng, disappearing from his sight making the detective be on all his senses, cautiously looking around. Someone suddenly hits his head on the wall, causing Sicheng to loose his grip on his gun. He felt his head spinning from the impact, yet he still stood up, lifting both his fists and punching the air randomly, wishing he could hit anything, anyone.

But someone beat it to him, kicking on his knee cap, making Sicheng kneel on his knees. The invisible man throwing punches on his face again and again, merciless, not even caring if blood flowed down Sicheng’s nose.

“D-Dad…” Suyin whimpered, seeing her father getting murdered yet she couldn’t do anything about it but cry and beg the invisible man to stop.

You still looked like a huge mess, a hand on your stomach as you enter the Dong’s residence after hearing Suyin’s loud cries. As you enter, you see the glitching suite strangling Sicheng and then you look down to see a gun. You took it and aimed it at the invisible man, “Doyoung!”. When he finally let Sicheng go and turned to face you, you didn’t waste anymore time and started shooting just before he could come closer to you. Suyin flinches with every gun shot, covering her ears while crawling to her beaten-up father.

The invisible man froze on his spot, exactly three gunshot wounds on his chest. He looked down then looked at you before falling on the floor, defeated.

“S-Suyin, take steps back,” You instructed the teenage girl, slowly approaching the body in the living room of the Dong’s Residence, placing the gun down and placing your hands on the mask, pulling it out to reveal the face.

“J-Jungwoo?”

There lies Kim Jungwoo, still has his eyes opened, yet his heart was no longer beating. Blood trailed down on his opened mouth. You kneeled beside his body, clutching on the mask and sobbing loudly.

Entering Kim Doyoung’s mansion, a tactical police unit enters all armed with guns, raiding throughout the house. When they reach the basement, they started to hear someone asking for help.

“10 o’clock,” one says, making gestures towards the wall. Another examines it and nods his head, moving away so the rest could wreck it and see what’s on the other side.

“Help, please!”, Doyoung begs, still wearing the same pajamas he had on the night where you left him. He had a bruise by his left eye and a cut on his busted lip, wrists tied up with a rope and his ankles tangled in chains. “Help me!”, he said once again, trying to get his limbs out.

—

“Doyoung was found in his own basement, Y/n.” Sicheng lowly says, his hand on top of yours. The bandage on the side of his eyebrow was just one of the scars of what happened three days ago. You shake your head and squeeze his hands, looking up to meet his eyes, “No, Sicheng. Jungwoo didn’t do this to him, it was Doyoung who staged everything up and made himself look like the victim. He’s the one who killed Yoojin and terrorized me.”, you stubbornly insisted, not believing Doyoung’s acts one bit.

“Y/n, the body that’s on my living room right now is Kim Jungwoo’s, not Kim Doyoung’s—”

“You see? This is what he do best. He tries to make me look like the crazy one.” You chuckle dryly, shrugging a bit. Your old friend sighs and nods silently, “All charges against you are pulled down, you’re proven innocent, but so is Doyoung. If you really think that he’s the one who did all these and just staged everything up, then we need to have evidence.”

You know he’s right. You look up and try to think of a way how to trick your overly smart ex-boyfriend, then an idea struck you. “Doyoung always wanted a child. He never uses any protection and hates it whenever I take birth pills. Whenever we had sex, he would always cum inside of me and on nights, he would tell me how much he dreamed of a family.”

“Are you saying…?”

“I could lure him in. I’m pregnant with his child, Sicheng. If he really wants a family, then he’ll have to confess.”

—

So it was settled.

You now stood in front of the mansion, seeing the lights opened. Doyoung stands there by the door, giving you the same gummy smile that you were first in love with.

“Y/n, you look amazing.”, he breathes out, eyes examining you as his ears and neck flushes red. You continues staring at him blankly, not interested at all, “I don’t feel amazing.”. Doyoung nods at what you said and his smile fades a little, opening his arms, “A hug?”.

Disgusted. That’s what you felt. Yet you walked right in his arms anyways, letting him hug you like he used too. “I missed you baby,” Doyoung whispers by your ear, breathing in your addicting scent, “I missed you so much.”. You move away from him, shaking your head, “Let’s go inside, it’s cold.”

He smiles again, his arm still glued around your waist while he opens the glass door and guides you inside the house like a gentleman.

“I cooked all the food you liked, pasta, steak, and I even made salad for us to enjoy.” Doyoung chuckles and scratches the back of his head, looking innocent. He then rushes to your side and pulls the chair for you, helping you sit down before taking a seat himself. “I know I was a jerk, an asshole, and I also know I treated you the way you didn’t deserve, I’m so, so, sorry, Y/n. I’m really sorry. It’s just, I was scared. I love you so much that I started to be a little crazy. But I learned my lesson, I promise. When Jungwoo kidnapped me, I wanted to protect you from him, but I couldn’t do anything. Baby…My Han Y/n…you’ll always be my first and only love.”

You listened to what he says and clenches your fists tight, trying your best not to break down in front of him, “If…If you want to be part of this baby’s life, then I want you to admit it, Doyoung. Admit that you’re the one behind the mask.”

“But I’m not, baby.” Doyoung swears. “Stop calling me that.” You warn him, glaring and gritting on your teeth. “Y/n it was Jungwoo. He’s the brain under everything. Turns out, he had feelings for you too and wanted you all to himself. That’s why he did it.” He tries to convince you. “Okay,” you say after a few minutes of silence, “okay…”.

Meanwhile, Sicheng stayed on the car that’s parked near the gates, hearing  every word shared between you and Doyoung thanks to the wire tap located on the back of your dress. He focused on how Doyoung’s voice is, trying to identify if he sounded guilty or sounding like he’s hiding something.

“I’m sorry..” You apologized, sobbing and covering your face as you let your tears fall freely. Doyoung coos, coming over your side and kneeling beside you, gently guiding your head for you to lay on his shoulder, “It’s okay, let it all out. Remember? Only I care for you, only I can love you..”, then brushes his soft lips against your ear, chuckling lowly, “Surprise.”

You pulled away immediately, straightening yourself and sniffling. Doyoung wipes your tears gently, muttering under his breath how beautiful you looked. “I-I guess I’ll go clean myself up, huh?”, you giggle, standing up on your feet. “Of course, baby. Take your time. Say, after dinner, what if we watch a movie, hmm?” He offers you, placing a hand on your stomach to caress it and placed a kiss on your forehead.

As you leave to the restroom, Doyoung walks back to his seat. Smirking slightly to himself and calmly waits for you to come back. He fixes the watch on his wrist — when he felt someone tug on his right hand, forcing him to grab the knife on the table. Doyoung creases his eyebrows in confusion, struggling to control his hand, his heart pounding loudly. His right hand that is now occupied with the knife was raised.

“S-Shit.” Doyoung grumbled under his breath, adam apple going up and down when the person controlling his hand aimed the sharp object by his neck, slicing through the skin painfully slowly. Blood dripped down from his skin and Doyoung gasped, finally getting control again and placing both his hands on his neck in surprise, his legs wobbled as he tried to stand up but fall in the ground.

Just on time, you leave the restroom and scream seeing your ex-boyfriend on the ground, surrounded by his own blood. You immediately grab your phone and call 911, rambling on and on, “H-Hello? P-Please hurry! M-My ex-boyfriend is bleeding, please!”, and ended the call.

Sicheng heard your screams and removed the headphones from his ears and rushing to run in Doyoung’s mansion.

You moved where you knew the CCTV wouldn’t catch you and the panic expression on your face was replaced with a smug look, kneeling down and remaining eye contact with Doyoung. “Surprise.”

With one last breath being released, Doyoung closed his eyes and let the angel of death take his soul.

You stood up, grabbing your bag and whistling, calling for the dog. Hyuck barks, running towards you and you smile, petting his head before walking out the door with him following you.

“Y/n! What happened?! Are you okay?!” Sicheng almost tripped from how quick he was, running towards you and placing both his hands on your arm, his eyes lingering behind the glass door to see Doyoung’s body. “Sicheng, Sicheng, Hey Sicheng, eyes on me.”, you call for his attention, his eyes going back to you, “I’m fine. He killed himself while I was in the bathroom, it’s all in the CCTV.”

“Killed himself?” Sicheng murmured, his grip on your arms tightening. “You heard it right? What did it sound like?” You ask him. “It…It sounded like…he killed himself.” The detective’s voice showed hesitation, but agreed nevertheless. He looked down on your unzipped bag and saw a familiar suit, his breath hitching. “Come on now, we have to go home. It’s late at night and Suyin’s all alone.” You break his trance, smiling.

Sicheng slowly lets you go, letting you leave first to the car. He continues to stare at Doyoung’s body before following after you.

Closing your eyes, you finally felt like the weight on your shoulders disappear. The first snow started falling and you giggle when you felt it on your skin, biting your lips to contain your laughs.

You’re free. You’re baby’s safe. He’s gone. He’s gone forever.

© AEHYEI, 2021

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Hello, I just stumble on your blog. Seeing a comment from Wrienne which I also read on AO3, I wanted to ask if you also have AO3 recs..?

hi there darling, of course, I have some recs for you! since you didn’t ask for anything specific let me just share a few faves that you could only read/access on ao3 (I would also recommend you check my ficshelfs and use the ao3 filter to find stories exclusively posted there + i’ll still include wrienne’s works for other readers :3 ) | 🍒

OT7/MULTIPLE MEMBERS

❥ Right of Way by fringesofsanity ➴ Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In theory, things were simple: your best friend was Jungkook’s girlfriend while your boyfriend, Jimin, was Jungkook’s best friend. In reality, things weren’t always that simple. And mutually exclusive.

❥ The Hills by minlouvre ➴ Vacation/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series ➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?

when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.

but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen. ❥ A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne ➴ Hybrid!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate.

After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs.

Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

❥ Dead Leaves by Wrienne ➴ Detective/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency. ❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by minlouvre ➴ FWB/Rich Kids!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. 

Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Love Is A Dog From Hell by yourlocalhoney ➴ FWB/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ You and Yoongi agreed on being good friends, co-workers, and friends who help each other out under the sheets. What you never agreed on was to catch feelings for each other.

Enter, accidental feelings.

Enter, Jeon Jungkook.

❥ The Uncanny by Sinsirella ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin x Jimin | Series ➴ (Y/N) is a young girl whose Life turns upside down. One day her mother surprises her with news of her arranged husband, forcing her into her new chaotic lifestyle. Join her journey and experience her new life through her eyes. Will she get along with her husband? Or someone else? What are they hiding? ❥ Seven Deadly Sins by mintedmango ➴ Hell!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.

“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Walk Through The Fire by shellflower ➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ In a world of supernatural beings, a normal human like yourself always found attraction and wonder towards these creatures. It was your kind heart that led you to become a doctor to treat such people. And it was your kind heart that led you into the arms of a young Alpha wolf who will accidentally force you down a path you were never meant to follow... ❥ Into Temptation by coconutty  ➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Two-Shot ➴ It was just a dare...

❥ Won’t Be Nice by coconutty ➴ Lovers/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ A night by the pool just got interesting...

KIM NAMJOON

❥ Covenant by fringesofsanity ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series ➴ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

❥ Read You Like A Book by coconutty ➴ University!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Come get an attitude adjustment in the library, courtesy of Namjoon.

KIM SEOKJIN

❥ Éffleurer by @sugaurora / sugalights ➴ Office!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them. ❥ The City Comes Alive by minlouvre ➴ Musician/S2L!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ Seokjin is a street performer who falls for a girl who is always passing him by. ❥ Seaside Sabbatical by dark_muse_iris ➴ Working Man!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break. ❥ Cake by yeyeniejjung ➴ Yandere/Killer!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ "I was always hungry for your love. Just once, I wanted to know what is was like to get my fill of it. I wanted to be fed so much love that I couldn't take it anymore, just once." ❥ The Lord Taketh Away by dark_muse_iris ➴ Medieval/Werewolf!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Every autumn, the dwindling harvest summons fears for the impending winter and its promise of scarcity. For Seokjin and his wife, faith lies in God and their local lord’s generosity to provide what their ailing son needs to survive another year. With each season, however, the lord grows cold-hearted and greedy, squeezing the young family to the brink of despair.

MIN YOONGI

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JUNG HOSEOK

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PARK JIMIN

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KIM TAEHYUNG

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JEON JUNGKOOK

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[bibbykins]

Heliophilic Rain and His Pluviophile (M)

Yikes, it’s been a hot minute. That’s my bad. I have been having it a little rough with my job and so I’m in the process of finding another one and that among a billion other things is slowing me down. Which makes me wonder if I were to open commissions if anyone would be interested? I also would like to add there is a scene that could be triggering so proceed with caution, please. Either way, thank you for your patience as always, and I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: (Soft) Yandere! Yoongi x Reader Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, yandere tendencies, anxiety, unspoken threat of sexual assault, slight violence, oral, penetrative sex, cock warming, toxic relationship (he's yandere ya kno)

Summary: He was the rain just as you were the sun, both too transfixed with watching each other to get any closer. Few things feel more refreshing than drops of fresh rain on heated skin or the warmth of the sun on a gloomy day. It would be a shame to not indulge in the natural wonders of the world before you.

“Her voice was like the wind. I could listen until it was all that filled me. I could listen until she swept me away into the vast ocean of her presence. I would drown if it meant I would drift back to her. Her voice was like the wind. No matter how much I tried to catch it, I would get carried away. Suddenly, I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Suddenly, home was wherever she said it was, so long as she did so with that voice of hers.”

“His voice was like the tap of rain against a window. He was asking me to go out to see him, but there was something beautiful about the way I knew he wasn’t referring to me specifically. I was a mere onlooker to his presence. Even so, I would catch a cold if it meant I could reach him, even for a moment. I thought this, knowing I would never have the guts to go outside. I made peace with this until the taps on my window turned into knocks on my door.”

——-

The office had an industrial-chic style about it, filled with neutral tones and the clanging of chains for no other purpose except fashion donned upon its employees. The color palette was gloomy and soothing, just how Yoongi liked it, an aesthetic that his employees gleefully shared with him as well. Each morning, Yoongi would look out his office and admire his growing business, eyes never lingering on one place too long, he loved all of the office equally. This much rang true until he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your form.

“She’s like a breath of fresh air, isn’t she?” Hoseok placed his hand on Yoongi’s soldier as he watched you through the glass doors of the conference room you were currently introducing yourself in, “Don’t be too hard on her, she’s competent and hardworking, okay?” 

Yoongi could barely hear his friend as he lost himself in the way your eyes crinkled from a genuine smile adorning your face. You were his new host to one of the podcasts his company picked up. From the merger with Hoseok’s company full of his college friends, Yoongi went from popular podcast host and semi-popular producer to a CEO of Min Productions, famous music artists in production and performance,  who oversaw the production of music and several podcasts on several topics, and you were what he had initially dreaded.

From the merger, came money, but what also came with it was Namjoon, the PR head of the company Hoseok was a part of, being able to choose one of every five talents for Yoongi to build up, hopefully into fame. Yoongi had just reached his fifth host, the podcasts he chose mostly consisting of music commentary or general life talks from people with aesthetics aligned with his own. However, from the sea of neutral colors and low voices partaking in casual conversation came you.

You were a perky college senior with some light in your eyes still. You were a rare find and had no set style ranging anywhere from pastels to the grunge he was used to seeing, but what never changed was your smile. Your teeth made an appearance at least 10 times a day, judging by the third smile you had just flashed the crew in a two-minute time frame.

Your podcast, however, oddly betrayed your attitude. You ran a sex and lifestyle podcast where you asked questions most people were too shy to throw out into the world pertaining to the unspoken social rules of casual dating and sex. It was interesting, yes, but it didn’t align with the brand Yoongi had been building judging by the synopsis. 

The fuss he made to Namjoon ended as soon as he sat down and listened to a podcast of yours. 

—–

“I have a formal complaint I would like to file!” You proclaimed as Yoongi found himself listening to your most recent podcast, “Why the fuck can’t I get a sugar daddy my age? It’s almost like… like my age demographic consists mostly of broke-ass college kids living with their parents, in a dorm, or like ya girl, an overpriced apartment and not rich as fuck for no reason. Fucking whack, I’ll say it.” He unwittingly cracked a smile at your charm and sarcasm, “I spent one day on sugarbaby.com and had to watch vanilla straight porn at the number of wrinkly dicks I saw instead of profile pictures. That’s like the most boring porn. So here comes a Patreon plug for the brainwashing I will conduct on myself in case I saw anyone’s grandfather’s penis.” You had an unabashed charm about you that urged him to listen more, maybe just one more episode.

Yoongi found himself listening to your entire discography, even the less promoted music you released once every blue moon, which wasn’t half-bad. However, he couldn’t find a picture of you, most likely because you posted under the alias Sugar Sun. The only pictures of yourself being from behind.

“On this episode of men are trash: men are fucking trash. Hello all, Sugar Sun here, and let’s talk about my day,” Yoongi could feel his intrigue grow, as you kept releasing, your delivery became less forced and more natural, “I don’t talk much in class, believe it or not. I’m a stuttering mess and like two people know my name at my big ass university, so when I do talk and my shit hole of a lab partner yells at me in the middle of a presentation to speak up, I cry, in front of the class. But do I stop the presentation? No, I’m fucking frozen with fear, so I just continue with my tears and the presentation. Bitch, what the fuck I looked like a middle school drama kid doing a monologue in front of her math class for no fucking reason.” You took a deep breath, “In conclusion, I’m sensitive and men are trash. Now, to the podcast.”

You had gained more traction with your commentary on romantic life and general comedy, catching Namjoon’s attention, “Hello again, double S here, with a special announcement. I got like, an actual company to sign me! Wild, I know! I’ll get paid and have meet-ups and stuff, which means you lovely listeners will get to soak in my face and talk to me in person and really experience why the only orgasms I’ve had are self-made!”

—–

“Yoongi!” Hoseok tapped his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance you put him in.

“Sorry, she’s just-”

“Be nice,” Hoseok warned.

“Like sunshine.” Yoongi could feel the air enter his lungs as you sat down with a smile, “Like, what the fuck, Hobi?” 

His friend blinked, “Woah, shit, what?” He stifled a laugh, “You know, there isn’t a no-dating policy, right?”

“I’m well aware.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “But there will be if anyone tries anything.” He spoke nonchalantly and Hoseok choked on air at his friend’s obliviousness while the glass doors of the conference rooms were opened, you pouring out from it, waltzing to Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Hello, Mr. Min and Ho-Mr. Jung, I’m Y/n, or Sugar Sun, thank you for this amazing opportunity.” You bowed as Hoseok shook off his bewilderment for just a moment to give you a small bow with Yoongi.

“I look forward to spending more time with you.” Yoongi spoke in his regular gruff voice, the same one that proclaimed to have your hand in marriage just moments before, “I find you’ll be a breath of fresh air to the company.”

“I also look forward to seeing how your podcasts go, you have a photoshoot in a couple weeks, right?” Hoseok smiled warmly at you as you beamed back to him. Yoongi swore the whole exchange was blinding.

“I do! I’m a little nervous, since it’ll be my big face reveal, and I don’t know how well I model.” You giggled and Yoongi found his new favorite song the moment you did.

Yoongi had a tendency to do this, whether or not he wanted to. He was a passionate man. He craved love and could see it coming from a mile away. Despite being one of the seven main heartthrobs of his college campus, he almost exclusively stuck to serious relationships, and he meant it when he said serious. Yoongi was a little, to put it lightly, obsessive. He was a jealous boyfriend, but he did his best to try not to be too overbearing. He was also excessively protective, and the women he dated were grungy free spirits who enjoyed the chase when all Yoongi wanted was to catch them then hold them for the rest of his life. Despite being blinded by his own passion, he could still see when it wasn’t going to last, having accepted to never find a girl to accommodate and sedate him when needed. However, when you looked his way, or he heard your voice, it was something more than a need being filled.

You felt your heart leap out of his chest, trying not to fall into Yoongi’s hands when you first saw him, and here he was, nonchalantly giving you an inkling of a smile. Maybe it was the lack of a solid fuck or a relationship, but you were definitely breaking some HR rules in your mind.

Suddenly, you became aware of the content you dished out. You talked about your sex life often, and he knows you’re inexperienced and terribly horny. You internally punched yourself in the face. He probably thinks you’re so weird. Yet, here you were, a huge fan of Agust D and now Min Yoongi was staring at you.

Yoongi smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ve had my experience with a face reveal or two.”

You returned his smile, remembering the day Agust D revealed his face. The whole world stopped, and you only fell deeper when you looked at his eyes, “I-I remember, I’m a fan.” You looked down shyly before facing him again.

“Funny, I am a fan of yours.” He spoke lowly as Hoseok had long walked away unnoticed.

You giggled stupidly, “A fan?” Your sunny smile beamed at him. He had always preferred rainy days, but if this was what the sun looked like, he could get used to being a little warm here and there, “I can hardly believe it.”

“I’m gone a lot and yet, your voice has a certain factor to it that draws people in. ” He mused as his eyes trapped you, “I wonder where you’ve been all my life.”

Just like that, the bubble popped. The chimes came to a screeching halt. The rose-tinted glasses were abruptly ripped off of your face. The magic cleared, and you were left with the realization that while you had damn near counted every interaction, no matter how minuscule, and he hadn’t cared to remember you until now.

“Here’s my personal cell,” He hands you a pristine card with silver numbers, “Call me if you need anything, and I mean it.” You take the card with a quaint smile that deflates

He’s never noticed you until now, of course. The answer to his thoughts was that you’ve been right here.

Before Yoongi could register the chill in the air without your smile, Hoseok came back, “Hey Yoongs, let’s go, we got a flight in a few hours.“ 

“Right.” Yoongi breaks eye contact with you.

“Have a good flight!” You smile, not as wide as before, and Yoongi sees it.

“See you Tuesday, y/n!” Hoseok waves.

“Don’t be late!” You giggle and as soon as they both are out of earshot, Yoongi grills him.

“You know her?!” Yoongi snaps as he enters the town car.

Hoseok blinks at him, confused, “Duh? I thought that was a given.” Upon seeing his friend’s puzzled face remain, Hoseok’s eyes went wide, “Holy shit, you don’t remember her?!”

The older male blinked in confusion, “I’ve never met her before?”

The younger businessman threw his head back as he placed his hands over his face in frustration, “She was in our forensics class and our history class last year’s fall semester and the year before!” He was exasperated, “Remember the super genius sophomore?”

Yoongi racked his brain. Last year? He had been dating some angsty theology major. How could he have let himself be blinded by a temporary fling when the love of his life was right there? He could kick himself at this moment. No wonder your smile faltered, you had remembered him, “Liar, you can’t be serious.”

“Dude, she tutors me to this day in history.” Hoseok deadpanned, “All she requires is I buy her meals that day.”

“How often do you guys have study dates?” Yoongi grits out as his friend snorts at the notion of it being a date.

“Your possessive is showing,” He snickered, “My girl is all I can see these days, no matter how cute y/n is.”

“I will end you if you touch her,” Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, “Especially with the way you treat girls,” His face scrunches in disgust before he grumbled, “But how often?”

“Every other Tuesday.” Hoseok smirked, “And you mean used to treat girls.” 

Yoongi huffed in agreeance.

—-

“Hello, party people.” Your voice entered Yoongi’s headphones as he leaned back on his hotel bed, “Sugar Sun here, in my bedroom. We’re calm, we’re casual, it is a Friday night and this one goes out to my fellow homebodies.” You switched off to play a song. Part of the contract you signed was that you are allowed to go live whenever you liked to encourage and tend to fans. You explained it was almost a tradition for you to set aside a Friday night in once a month for your fans and Yoongi found in comforting as he lay alone. 

Your taste in music was so unbelievably cute, he couldn’t help but smile at the lo-fi song, “And we’re back, hello all here and all who are joining as I speak. Today I took a tour of the studio my actual podcasts will be recorded in and holy shit, they seem to actually take me seriously as a personality and even artist, so expect some tunes soon.” Yoongi smiled at this, you don’t even know your potential, “I’m looking at the chat now to see if there are any questions, and- oh, yes, I did meet my boss. Yes, the iconic Min Yoongi. He is as dreamy as they say, but I have actually met him before.” Yoongi sunk a little further in shame, “Did he remember me?” You read from the chat, “No, of course not. I’m a voice, but no one will know me if I don’t use it.” You sighed out and he felt his heart clench. He was such a fucking idiot. “Which I don’t much beyond this mic. Am I scared to say this now that he’s my boss?” He held his breath a bit, “No, I doubt he’s listening. He said he was my fan, but he could just have said that to be a nice guy.” You laughed, a hint of sadness evident, “What a fucking disaster I must seem like if he were to, huh?” The sadness in your voice more prominent, “If he is, hi Mr. Min, please erase this from your memory, as well as my sophomore haircut.” 

The live went on as normal and Yoongi drifted to sleep to the melodious sound of your voice for the remainder of the flight. However, even in his dreams, you were just out of reach, and he couldn’t begin to put into words how much it killed him.

—-

You don’t know how you got here. You looked around at the shabby setup. This "photography studio” looked a lot, and you mean a lot, like it was a half-assed school set not long ago. You scoffed, throwing your hands up incredulously when you caught sight of a black couch. You really hated your manager.

The jackass was assigned to you and you were too scared to say how uncomfortable he made you. He treated you like a child, but the way he looked at you was too adult for your taste. He was constantly texting you and asking for photos of your face, which you were constantly rejecting. To top it all off, he wants you to call him Big Brother, not Oppa, Big Brother. You opted for Big Bro instead, since he won’t give you his name. No, to top it all off, he booked your photo shoot with a “friend” of his to “save the company money”. He asked you to show up in a dress no longer than your knees and you felt dumber and dumber as time went on for doing so. 

You stood in the middle of this studio-warehouse apartment waiting for this great photographer to show up. As you stood here, your initial thought was “how fucking ridiculous is that” but the longer you were there and the more you studied the ropes that were no longer as well hid, something in your stomach began to turn.

You were in actual fucking danger. This situation could not be a funny story if you didn’t live to tell it. Your eyes darted from different red flags in the room. A spot of dried blood scratches on the cheap wallpaper, bare plaster marks against the beige wall, a poorly-concealed camera you hadn’t noticed until now. Your chest squeezed when your phone vibrated. 

You could get out of here! All you had to do was send an SOS.

Hoseok: Good luck in the photoshoot from my other half and I! 

You smiled lovingly at the snapchat from the male, the more permanent girl in his life with a smile on her face and an encouraging thumbs-up. They were evidently on a date, finally, so there was no way you could call them to come get you. You would hate to bother them.

Mr. Min: Let me know how the shoot goes. 

You faltered over the message. He was professional as ever. Would he think less of you if you abandoned a shoot like this?

Yoongi agonized over the three dots that stared him down. He had to remind himself to blink as he watched the minutes tick by that felt like hours. What the hell were you typing?

It had been about a couple of weeks since you’ve been under Yoongi’s company and all had been normal. Your routine was the same, and so was his. Except for this time, you two would exchange polite texts on what the other would do.

Sugar Sun: Great song as always!

You would always send exclamation points or some sparkle emojis, even a sun here and there. Yoongi found himself unable to shield his cheesy grin at the texts you sent him. You were always the first person to praise his new work. He found himself craving your praise more and more, but he forced himself to remain professional.

Mr. Min: Loved your live.

He always used punctuation despite using fragments which somehow added an aura of professionalism that he effortlessly radiated in person. Nevertheless, you would always send back a sparkly thank you which made Yoongi melt. He prided himself on not overstepping boundaries by attempting to control your professional life. His self-restraint proved quite strong as he held himself back from taking you out to lunch or giving you special treatment. This restraint was put to the ultimate test when he found out you were assigned Hyungin as your manager. He was an unfortunate employee with constant reports that would ultimately be rescinded by the female employees.

He was a disgusting piece of shit, Yoongi deduced. Hyungin was the brother of the management agency contracted by his company, per Namjoon’s damn insistence,  and he was itching for that contract to end, and soon. Yoongi had to physically hold himself back when he found this information out, trying to respect you by not meddling or keeping tabs on you.

His resolve was a very thin string that was tugged and tugged as the days went on with Hyungin having total control over your schedule and an excuse to contact you 24/7. You were a strong girl and had not made a report. He had to respect that. 

Your lip began to twitch, a movement you quickly halted as you shook the fear off. Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were being stuck up. You weren’t like Yoongi, maybe you had to photoshoot in shabby places.

You: I’m kind of scared…

You shook your head, erasing the message and locking your phone. You huffed, it was 30 minutes past the scheduled time. Surely you had the right to leave? You heard the back door open and could feel the bile lurch in your throat.

Something was very wrong. You were not overreacting. There were several heavy footsteps and as they thudded through the warehouse, nearing your reaching form, you could not deny the quaking fear that traveled through your veins like electricity.

One? Two? No, four sets of steps. The uneven rhythm proved as much, too many for a measly photoshoot. Too many for you to take on all at once. The correct amount to hold you down. The correct amount to-

“Little sis, are you here?” A sickening voice called out and you realized the steps stopped with only his continuing. 

He was trying to surprise you. 

“Come on, dear, let’s get to know each other.” You could hear the predatory smirk on his face and you choked on a horrified breath as the fear pricked your skin and pierced your lungs.

You were choking on your own horror.

“Come out, come out,” He called and you were frozen, absolutely fucking frozen. 

Run.

You stood up, breaking into a sprint that was a hair too slow. You felt a calloused, obscenely rough handgrip your forearm with a vigorous force and you screamed. He was squeezing, and at this rate, your bones would surely snap, “Not so fast, little girl.” He stood next to you, breath pungent with halitosis. From peripheral vision, you could see his five o'clock shadow and you realized the size difference and the lack of camera. You couldn’t stop screaming, mimicking every cell in your body that seemed to yell,

RUN.

Just like lightning, you struck him with your head, harder than you knew you could stand. His nose gave you an all too satisfying crack and his grip loosened enough for you sprint again, this time more than quick enough to keep going. You heard the clamoring of footsteps and eventually, all you could hear was the sound of the wind as you turned corners you had no familiarity with, running until your legs could no longer carry you. 

Your legs finally shook you down to your knees in a part of town you barely recognized. You had passed through here once before as a freshman in college sight-seeing. It was a tourist spot and you exhaled on the sidewall as people stepped around you.

You heaved a breath that you swore you had been holding for hours with a small victorious smile. Your eyes scanned the area of regular people and your hands shaking brought attention to the purse you thankfully still had.

Without thought, you ripped it open, using your phone to call the first person you could.

“Y/n?” His voice was gruff, as if he was whispering whilst trying to talk normally, “Is everything okay?” He seemed confused, you had never called him before.

“Can you… uh…” You faltered after realizing the strangled sound you made, voice raw from the screams you let out, “…please come get me.” You nearly whispered.

“Send me your location, I’m on my way.” Yoongi didn’t miss a beat before adding, “Stay where you are, don’t go near anyone.” He ended the phone call and you followed his directions, dropping your pin. You sighed in relief as you took refuge on the sidewalk, draping the cardigan in your bag over your shoulder, securing it around yourself.

Yoongi shot up from his office chair, looking at his employees mid-powerpoint. His marketing team turned into ice at his gaze. His eyes were much darker than a moment ago, and his jaw was like stone, “I have an emergency to attend to, we will proceed at a later date.” The room nodded stiffly as their boss walked out, all of them unaware why, having been too scared to even try to listen to his phone call.

Never in Yoongi’s life had he sped so recklessly. You were 10 minutes away and something was wrong. Your voice had never sounded so vulnerable. He had never heard it that quiet before. You were in a plaza of popular building, and if you had a photo shoot today, this would not be near any studio at all. His blood boiled at the thought of anyone taking away your light.

He slammed on the brakes when he caught sight of your shrunken form on the sidewalk, your head jerked up at the sound as your entire body jumped. Why were you so scared? Your face had a small streak of makeup on the side of your face and his skin only flared as you scurried into the car and Yoongi began driving to a more familiar side of town.

“Please don’t take me home.” You pleaded, unable to face him due to the shame.

Yoongi chose not to prod, for the time being, only nodding in response as he drove. He could see you stare out the window at the passing building and he watched your shaking for curl into the car seat. He settled on this resolve of leaving you alone all the way up to the inside of his apartment until your lip quivered as you plopped down on the couch, eyes unwavering from its spot at your feet. Then, you began to cry. No, not cry, sob, sob your hardest and just like that, a single tear snapped the ever-thinning string of restraint he had left.

You were pulled into Yoongi’s chest as sobs racked through your body, you clutched his shirt as you soaked it with tears of fear, relief, joy, and you couldn’t stop. Hell, you could barely breathe. Even so, Yoongi held you as his expensive dress shirt crumbled under your grip and stained with your mascara and eyeliner proving not to be as water-resistant as you hoped. His grip was unwavering and when a hand went to stroke your hair, you could feel oxygen reach your lungs again. 

“It’s okay.” He breathed, “You’re safe now.” He fought the urge to clench his jaw again as you gripped his shirt harder.

Your breathing began to even as he whispered soft words into your ear until your eyes couldn’t cry anymore. The both of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, clinging onto one another as he felt the softness of your cardigan against his hands. You eventually broke the silence with a meek, “I’m so sorry." 

"Why is that?” He spoke softly, his last intent was to scare you.

“I ran away from the shoot, and I know it’s not professional but…” You shivered, “ He didn’t have a camera.” Yoongi could kill somebody, “He had three other guys with him.” Someone, no, all of them are going to have to pay, he concluded. Nobody involved would leave the ordeal with their lives intact. They would lose everything for trying to take his sunshine away, for making your light falter, for even a moment.

He ripped himself from you, to sternly meet your eyes, “Do not apologize for the swine you encountered.” Your eyes only reflected sorrow, “You’re alive, and that is what matters most, okay?” You nodded.

“You’re not mad at me?” Your voice cracked against your will as you looked up at Yoongi, eyes glassy and begging for reassurance.

He visibly softened, “No, Sunshine, I could never be mad at you.” You nodded in understanding, “But will you let me fix this for you?”

Maybe you should have known from the beginning. You looked at Yoongi, so eager to be your saving grace, eyes intense with intent, and yet his touch was so soft. A man in love was a dangerous man, you once read in a book. Yet, never in your life have you craved such a man before, and if Yoongi’s rage mixed with infatuation could measure close to love, you would take it. He was powerful, he was kind, and he was pleasing to the eye. He was offering you the world in that one question.

“Please.” You cast your pride aside, “They don’t deserve mercy.” An angry tear went down your cheek, “I’m so tired of trying to brave it, doubting myself, denying myself any chance of help.” You could feel the tear trickle with hot fury, “I’m so fucking sick of relying on myself.”

Yoongi was quick to catch the tear with the softest hand you’ve ever felt, “I’m here now.” He spoke with the utmost confidence.

Your relationship with Yoongi from that point for the next couple of months was interesting, to say the least. You had somehow moved in upon his request, him rationalizing it by saying they knew where you lived. Granted, he wasn’t wrong. Hyungin knew where you lived, but within two weeks he and the monsters you encountered were promptly locked in a very dangerous maximum-security prison. You decided not to dwell on how they took such a shitty deal with a well-deserved long sentence. 

Some things were above your pay grade, and you made peace with it.

Even so, he didn’t stop there. He could no longer stand on the sidelines anymore. That line blurred beyond recognition the moment he held you in his arms. He was essentially your new manager, stating he owed you at least that much after letting you fall into the hands of such a monster. Thankfully, the releasing of official statements and press conferences were received well. The victim-blaming for the nature of your podcast kept to an obsolete minimum. Your face still had not been released upon your request and you were able to move on, the media no longer covering the story as the sentencing was sealed.

The months passed in a flurry of Yoongi being awfully vague each time you asked about his personal life. He was constantly home outside of work, which you didn’t mind, but you didn’t want him to put his social life on your accord. You also had much less confidence in his infatuation for you then you did a couple months ago. Every time you tried to make a move, which meant a small brush of physical contact, he was not responding. The last time he gave you affection was the hug during your breakdown. The most you got out of him were a couple of head pats.

Like that did anything for you.

For crying out loud, you ran a sex and lifestyle podcast with no sex from the hot man you lived in the same home as.

Hell, the most emotion you see from him is the purest politeness you have ever encountered.

“Hello my listeners, welcome to the obligatory virginity talk.” Your voice was crisp in the mic as Yoongi laid in his bed, headphones in, listening to the newly released podcast. He was still a loyal listener, despite you living in his guest bedroom. He still could not get enough of your voice. If anything, he craved you more and desperately held himself back. He loved having you with him, but never did he think he would have to turn to rubbing one out during your more racy episodes or when he heard you pleasuring yourself in the dead of night. 

Not even his thoughts could satiate him with you right there, and yet, out of reach.

“It has come to my attention that many of you think I’m a virgin, not that it’s an insult..” He could hear the smile in your voice, “Alas, I am not, but that doesn’t change my hand being the most impressive thing my pussy has seen, I’ll tell you what.” You giggled at this, “No, I take that back, my magic wand is my BFF.” Yoongi shifted, wondering if you had your toys in your room. He had sent for all of your things after all. God, he could already feel his dick hardening. How pathetic you make him at the very thought of you fucking yourself silly, eyes rolled back, vibrator against your clit. He huffed, shaking away the thoughts, “ Anyhow, let’s talk trends I am late to, rare, I know, but what’s this whole spelling coconut with your hips riding someone business?” You pondered, “I haven’t ridden someone in a good while, and my dildo can’t tell me if it feels good, so I’m at a loss here.” You sighed almost longingly, “God, I miss getting fucked, but also romanced,” You groaned, “It’s been a rough as fuck dry couple of months, which didn’t bother me for a while considering… you know, but the world keeps turning and I stay alone but moving on…” You droned and Yoongi went into overdrive.

Did you seriously want to fuck someone? Like someone else? You were living with him now, why would you feel the need to have relations with anyone else? His fists clenched at the very concept. You couldn’t be talking for show, you were say too genuine. Before he could even stop himself, he marched over to his bedroom door, ripping it open.

Only when he did had did he realize that you were in front of him, hand raised to knock on the door, “Oh, hey.” You gave him a smile as you slowly retreated your raised arm, “I was just gonna see if you wanted to watch a movie with me?” Every so often you both would have a movie night in which you would try to understand his feelings with small touches and ultimately fail. Nevertheless, you enjoyed his company. Today, you were buying into an article’s advice and watching a scary one. Not that you were terrified, but you were a jumpy person. 

At this rate, you couldn’t tell if you were horny or just wanted affection.

Both, probably.

Your crush on Yoongi had only worsened throughout this whole experience to top it off. He was hot and kind who could blame you? And yet, he never made a single move as if he had no interest. God, what if he didn’t have any interest?

Your heart sank for a moment, “If not, I think I was gonna try to go out-”

“No!” Your eyes widened at Yoongi’s panicked tone when he cleared his throat, “I mean, I want to watch a movie, so you don’t have to go out.” He muttered and you nodded slowly. He could not have you going out, not after what he heard. You were craving other people. He couldn’t bear the thought.

“O…kay…” You smiled a bit, “Well, I picked a scary one if you think you can hang.” You gave him a sly smile before going to make popcorn. 

He smiled as he watched you prance to the kitchen. You were so beautiful and fun and everything he’s ever needed. All that was left was for you to be his, but he didn’t want to scare you away. He had to be a gentleman. He had to wait for the right time. That’s what Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung said. The only issue was that he had no idea what the hell that meant.

“You know, Mr. Min-”

“Yoongi.” He was quick as ever to correct you, “Please.” He sounded more desperate than usual and you nodded.

“Right, well I was just going to say that you have absurd taste in snacks.” You said with a chuckle, “All I ever see in you cupboards are coffee.” You wistfully sigh, “I need to go grocery shopping.”

The sound of you being so domestic-made Yoongi break into an ill-concealed smile as he settled onto the sofa, setting the oddly scary movie you chose up, “I can take you on Saturday.” You nodded when you finally found a bag of chips and sat next to the man of your affection with a cushion between the two of you.

You really couldn’t say what the movie was about, you had only seen it between the gaps in your fingers all while Yoongi watched it with a straight face. When it ended he said a short goodnight as always, except something in you, lurched out. 

“Actually, I think I may go out after all.” You swore you followed your mouth’s lead as opposed to the opposite. You just said shit and had to go along with it. Fuck, you didn’t want to go out. You wanted to stay home and be scared that there was a ghost in the closet, but now you had to get ready and shit.

“Why?” Yoongi stopped, hand gripping his door handle much harder than usual. 

You were taken aback by the question. It was valid, you supposed. But was it? How do you even answer that question? “Well, it’s been a while since I've… ya know…” You clicked your tongue, suddenly too shy to say,

“Had sex?” It was so blunt, and his eyes pierced through you and yet, you could feel your core tingle.

You were nothing but a sputtering mess, “W-W, I-I, Mr. Min-”

“Yoongi, y/n.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he stalked over to you. Despite the unconscious steps back you were taking, the couch brought you to an abrupt stop.

“R-Right, anyways, I-” You shut your mouth when Yoongi hovered over you with his presence alone.

“Say it,” He glared daggers into your form, “Say my name.” Before you could even open your mouth Yoongi groaned, slamming his hands on the couch on either side of you in frustration, “God, why do you want other people when I’m right fucking here?” Your mouth was agape at this, “I’m so sick of holding myself back.” He cursed, body pressing against yours.

“What do you mean? Other people?” You mustered and Yoongi let out a chuckle void of humor.

“I listened to your podcast about wanting to be with someone and getting romance and…” Yoongi seriously thought you had been referring to anyone but him? Him? Seriously? The hot man in the place you live? You couldn’t stifle your laugh which caused his rant to falter, “How is this a laughing matter I am-”

“So fucking dense.” You giggled, “I’ve wanted you to at least look my way for the past three years, and you seriously think I want to be with other people?!” You sighed, “I live with you for fuck’s sake, and you won’t touch me!” Now, you were letting your frustrations out, “I brush your hand, I touch thighs with you, I-I  scare the shit out of myself hoping you’ll at least hold me!” You heaved a breath, “And all you do is stay still!” You let out a frustrated yell, “The most attention I got from you was when I was almost attacked, is that what I need to do to draw sap from a fucking rock?!”

Yoongi flared at this, “Don’t ever think about putting yourself in danger.” He pointed at you, “I couldn’t take it, and I can’t take you not being honest with me, I thought you never noticed-” He was being a hypocrite, but he didn’t care.

“How could you say I don’t notice you when you straight up forgot I existed until this year?!” Yoongi was the one dumbfounded this time, and you took your chance to push past him, “I will go out tonight because I deserve-”

You couldn’t even breathe the next syllable before your back hit Yoongi’s bedroom door, his hands pinning your wrists above your own, the man breathing heavy. The air was thick with frustration as he gave you a stern look, “You deserve the world, I know,” The anger in you began to dissipate at his sincerity in his words, “And I am so in love with you, that I don’t think I’m worthy of giving it to you,” Your breath hitched at this, “But I don’t care anymore, because I would sooner kill someone before they put their hands on you, I’m sure you know I mean business, Sunshine?” You nodded, every cell in your body springing to life as Yoongi drew his lips closer to you, “So?”

You blew out a shaky breath with an equally shaky smile, “L-Love me? I-" 

"Say you love me, and I’ll do it.” He was more rushed this time, urgent almost, “I’ll stop holding back, and I will give you all that you deserve and so, so much more.” He was almost pleading.

What the fuck do you know about love? What does it look like? Sound like? Is it the way Yoongi smiles at your dumb jokes in the morning? Is it the way his voice sounds through the walls as he practices newly-written lyrics? He was a good man to you. He was an attractive man. He could give you the world, and all he wanted in return was your love. Could all of this be love? Could it be the way he’s made you feel the past couple of years, especially the last couple of months? 

Well, why the hell wouldn’t it be?

“I love you, Yoongi.” You breathed against his lips and he didn’t miss a beat in closing the gap so not even air could come between the two of you.

Electrifying all over again, but so, so different. This wasn’t fear. This was lust lighting a fire within you that Yoongi only stoked further as his silky tongue tangled with yours in a flurry of repressed emotions and endless unspoken confessions. His mouth attached to your neck and you let out a moan, quickly going to cover your mouth. 

He ripped your hand away almost instantly, “You’re rarely this shy when you’re in your room, why deny me your sounds now?” He growled against your ear and the pure sex in his voice only made you moan louder. He was the rain you had admired from afar, but now he was pressed against you, and holy shit, were you getting wet.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I can wait, I want to cum so fucking ba-ah!” You yelped when his hand went to cup your sex under the long shirt you always wore. You were on your tippy-toes, too sensitive to press your full weight onto him.

“Such an innocent-looking girl with such a nasty mouth.” He squeezed you in his hand and watched in glory as your eyes rolled back, “Since you’re a fan, I’ll be nice.” He teased as he got onto his knees, dragging your panties down with him to the floor.

“Oh shit.” You let out a breath that was quickly stolen when his tongue pressed against your entry. He lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder as his mouth lapped at your clit and you lost yourself in the feeling, moaning mindlessly.

“You taste like deliverance.” He mumbled against your pussy and this only made your eyes roll back at the eroticism in his words. You couldn’t even keep track of what he was doing anymore.

All you could do was feel. His tongue fucked you into oblivion as he held your hips still, determined to make you come with his mouth, and his mouth alone. He let out a lewd suck and you quivered at the sensation and action. He knew how to play you and please you that you did. His tongue entered you again and he let out a delicious moan which vibrated against your folds, “Fuck, you sound and feel so fucking good!” You cried out as his tongue made thick strokes against you that only sped up expertly as he moaned into you, “Can I cum, Yoongi?” You asked, a smart girl, he concluded. He smirked against you, full intention to deny your request until, “Please, my love, I want to cum in your mouth like a good girl.” You begged pathetically and he couldn’t refuse you. You had him wrapped around your finger and hardly knew it. He got to work quickly, tongue entering you again only to flick upwards and you groaned at this. Groans were quickly replaced by increased screaming as he stiffened his tongue and licked all around your sex. You began to scream his name like a mantra as you tighten around the muscle and came the hardest you ever had.

You slumped against the door, chest heaving, “You okay, baby?” The nickname from him elicited a tired smile. You looked down at the man, lips glossy as he licked them. He sat back on his calves and you wasted no time in diving at him on the floor.

Before he could react, you gripped him through his sweatpants and smiled when you realized he was rock hard, “Can I please ride you?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he knew he couldn’t possibly say no.

“Your wish is my command, sunshine.” He growled when you straddle him as he sat, legs spread and back against the back of the couch now. You gave a less than innocent smile as you reached for his member, delicate hands wrapping around him, only to pull it free and closer to your entrance, “Condom?” He questioned.

“Pill, I need to feel you, fuck.” You panted, against logical judgment, but it was lost when you pressed the head against your own entrance, “Shit.” You ground against Yoongi as his head lolled back.

He could hardly handle it as your hips twirled, the tip just outside your entrance. Finally, he had enough, and with strong hands pulled your hips to fill you to the hilt. Your mouth popped open in shock and pure masochistic delight as the pain only added to the high of lust Yoongi gave you, “Sorry, baby girl, I knew you would feel so fucking good.” He emphasized this with a thrust up, “Plus, I could hardly resist being deep inside you immediately.” He growled in sadistic pride as your face twisted in pain and pleasure.

“Hurts so good.” Your hips moved spastically, chasing another high with Yoongi deep inside you. Not once did you lift your hips. You wanted to stay full, and Yoongi was more than happy to oblige, “So good, I wanna stay like this.” You moaned out as he sucked on your neck, hands going under your shirt to grip your breasts with a fevor you craved.

“You feel like heaven.” He grunted against your neck as he littered it with hickey after hickey. You were his and the way you squeezed around him and clawed at his shoulder only spurred him further. 

Yoongi could feel himself twitching inside you and this only made you gasp as you gleefully squeezed around him, “Yes, yes,” You sounded like a prayer to him, “Cum inside me, I need it.” You were nearly screaming as he began to thrust into you at a rapid pace.

“Yeah? You want me to paint those pretty walls white, hm?” He teased you despite the strain in his voice, “Fuck it right into that pretty pussy of yours, no mine.” He grabbed your hips, working your body for his own high, “This is my pussy, isn’t it?" 

"Yes, it’s all yours, Yoongi!” You yelled and with that, he groaned as he came, ropes of cum that you could feel as his hips made good of his promise to fuck it into you. You milked him as you squeezed tighter before coming undone as you came with a scream that sounded like the next symphonic masterpiece to the fucked out man inside you.

You huffed a small chuckle against his neck as your curled your form around his, “So needy.” He teased as he went to remove himself inside of you only to be met with a squeeze from you that made him curse, “You’re gonna kill me, I swear.”

You giggled, “I like how you feel inside of me.” You shrugged before shivering at the empty feeling only to gasp when three fingers were shoved into you. You wiggled in glee, “Fuck.” Your breath hot against his neck.

 "You just like to be full, huh baby?“ You nodded shyly, "You’re perfect.” He chuckled as he used his other hand to stroke your back.

—-

“Announcement time, my dear listeners” You spoke in the studio, trying not to sound like it was through gritted teeth. You counted your blessings that you were alone, “As you know, your dear old Sugar Sun has promised a face reveal and I-Min Yoongi!” Well, mostly alone. You heaved a breath as you came against his mouth for the third time.

The man between your legs looked up at you, eyes way too innocent, “What? I’m waiting for my part.” He spoke nonchalantly despite the wetness on his lips.

“I’ll never get there if you keep making me cum and start over.” You glared and the man shrugged, “I got far enough, right, babe?” You pouted and watched his resolve crack, “Honeypie?” You pleaded and he faltered, “Love of my life?” He grumbled as he sat up next to you in front of the mic.

“Fine, go ahead.” He licked his lips.

“…and I decided to go a step further.” You smiled as the man next to you held your hand, “I will be doing a photoshoot to reveal my face and my collab partner to an upcoming song and my boyfriend…”

You looked to him, eyes twinkling, “That would be my cue.” He placed a quiet kiss on your head, “My name is Min Yoongi or Agust D as some of you may know, and I look forward to my career and life with this little piece of sunshine.” You giggled at this.

“So cheesy.” You gave him a bright smile nonetheless, “Crazy news, I know, but I secured the fucking bag, my dear listeners, he’s never getting rid of me." 

You were joking for the most part, but you didn’t know how right you were. You would not be away from him any longer. You were his sunshine, his little songbird, and his world all at the same time. He needed you like he needed to breathe. Now, you were his. You were his sunshine despite the rain he embodied. The rainbow between the two of you was too intoxicating to even bear the idea of giving it up. Even for a fraction of second. You were his. Every moment, minute, second, everything would be together. He was yours now and forever just as you were his. Blissfully and eternally in love.

"I’m too crazy to let go now.” You laughed as he kissed your temple affectionately.

So was he.

Buy me a ko-fi (it would make my day) 

Masterlist

[sunflowers-sins]

Slasher OC Info:

Name: Penny Winfield

Gender: Female (she/her)

Ethnicity: African-Italian-American

Height: 5’4

Weight: 134lbs

Slasher Era: somewhere between the Late 80’s-Mid 90’s

Physical appearance: long, curly hair that she usually wears in an Afro (calls it her “poof”), casual outfits are anything black but accommodates the Texas heat or black with pastel sundresses when she’s teaching the local kids, 3 large scars down her back and 2 on her back left thigh from a puma attack when she was 12, dark brown eyes, and dimple piercings (puts in fillers when teaching as per school district rules)

Occupation: preschool teacher/part-time personal trainer

Civilian personality: friendly, social, bubbly, can be a bit of an observer sometimes, kind

Hobbies: gardening, playing guitar, reading under a shady tree, volunteering at the local animal shelter

Likes: children, plants, guitar, horses, bees, teaching

Dislikes: rudeness, yelling, feeling anger, being alone

Slasher name: Sunflower

Slasher outfit: A yellow, 50’s style dress embroidered with a bumble bee across the front, yellow hair band that holds her hair back, and a homemade papier-mâché sunflower mask

Slasher personality: yandere to the max, possessive, sadistic, enjoys torturing her victims psychologically, the “Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” type personality

Slasher weapon-of-choice: 2 hand-held sickles or a chainsaw

First kill: first was the puma that attacked her in the woods, then immediately after was the man who tried to molest her after “helping” her, both at 12 years old

Body count: stopped counting after her 4th boyfriend tried to break up with her after 5 years of dating. Estimates anywhere between 10-14 people (all ex’s or abusers/rapists)

Bio:

Penny lived in the rural outskirts of Houston, Texas with her single father. As a young child, much of her life was spent in school or running around the Texan wilderness. According to her father, her mother died when she was giving birth to Penny. But other than that and a picture from before she was born, she knows very little of the woman who gave birth to her.

Around 10 years old, the 10th anniversaryof her mother’s death, her father became a belligerent drunk. She would spend many days, and even nights, in the wilderness outside her home. At 12 years old, lost and alone in the woods, Penny found herself hunted by a very hungry Puma. After trying to lose the beast in the woods and being backed into a corner, she took a large rock and smashed the creature’s head with it, although not without a few wounds of her own. Scared, lost, wounded, Penny limped in the direction that should’ve been her house. As she crept she ran into a trusted family friend, an uncle even, who offered to help her and return her to safety, only to try and deflower her against her will. Penny would then end the man’s life as she did the puma, leaving his corpse to be picked away by the forest creatures.

She would spend the next several years undergoing extensive physical and emotional abuse by her father. Her snapping point, was when she had found out he had arranged for attempted deflowering. That night she slit his throat while he laid drunk in his bed. That was also the night Sunflower first came out, a ray of sunshine in Penny’s dark world.

Several years and several bodies later, Penny now teaches at a small preschool in a rural town outside of Athens, Texas. She makes extra cash by doing physical therapy for a few of the rich folks in Dallas. She has yet to find love, a home, or a family of her own. But that doesn’t dim the ray of hope inside of her; Sunflower.

Tags: Sunflower Imagine, Penny Imagine, Sunflower x Reader, Penny x Reader

[allurilove]

heyyo 🤍 loved your fics 🥵 not much seeing the yandere! rich!boyfriend x rich!sunshine reader it’ll always the rich x maid trope but we still love it 😋

can i request yandere! rich!boyfriend! x sunshine!reader where they played ToD with the scolarship! students and the scholarship!students choose “dare” which is “kiss the most beautiful girl you’ve seen in this room.” and they instantly look at the reader 😖😖 ((yandere!rich!boyfie is mad af 🫠))

Thank youuu 🫡 ((ignored lot of emojis))

Guess who just finished one of their essays 😭 RAAAAH ACADEMIC WEAPON 🦅💪

Your boyfriend refused to sit on the floor and pretend to be interested in playing such trivial and meaningless games with scholarship kids. He opted to sit on the couch, guiding you to sit with him, but you pulled away. You wanted to play the game. It's always nice to get to know other people, and a game of truth or dare was always fun, right? You had played that game when you were younger, and you even played it with your boyfriend too. He mostly dared you to delete most of your contacts, clear your schedule to go on a date, and even give him a little strip tease after he finished his exams.

So far, this version seemed to be quite school friendly. You laugh along as a girl chose dare and she had to text her ex. She rolled her eyes, her cheeks turning red, but she grabbed her phone out of her bag and did it anyways. She tossed the phone to the side and declared that she was never going to look at it again.

You hear your boyfriend groan behind you as he realizes that this game was going to continue, and he really hoped that he could spend some time with you instead.

“Truth or dare?” A classmate asked and they rubbed their hands together mischievously. The two people across from you shared a look of understanding, and a slow smile came across the boys lips.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl here.”

An immediate smoldering look was thrown your way as the boy leaned closer to you. Your boyfriend's arm shot out, grabbing the guy by the hair. This guy must not have known who your boyfriend was, because no one would dare to kiss you right in front of him.

Your boyfriend wasn't the type to lose his cool so easily, but seeing the smug smile on the guy's lips made him want to drown him for his stupid little actions.

So, he did exactly that.

He dragged him by his hair and pushed open the doors that led to the pool outside. Your boyfriend forced the guy onto his stomach, and his face was now hovering over the surface of the water.

"Are you going to apologize, or do I have to waterboard you to make you do so?" Your boyfriend dipped the man's face just enough so that his nose was in the water.

He wouldn't have let go if he didn't see your scared face.