#yandere stray kids reaction

[sleepchapter]

“is all i want too much to ask?”

yandere seungmin x reader (very short) oneshot

warnings : both implied and directly stated stalking, imprisonment, sorta guilt tripping, victim blaming??

kim seungmin. you’d known him for some time. you had his number, you two talked a bit, you weren’t best friends but you were close friends. but he wanted more than that. he knew you were just friends, but he didn’t want to be just friends. he wanted to be with you forever as lovers. he knew that’s not what you wanted, but he couldn’t give you up so easily. if you love something set it free, but if you’ve already caught them by their wings you can’t just let them go.

he tried to have restraint. he tried to accept that nothing would happen between the two of you. but he just couldn’t. he had to have you. he started stalking you. well, he wouldn’t call it stalking. if he so happened to see you then he just so happened to follow you.

because you were close, you hung out quite a bit at cafés and each others homes. so when you went to his house you expected it to be the same as always. you’d hang out for a bit by maybe watching movies or playing games and then he’d walk you home and you’d be on your way. and it sort of went like that this time…he tried to keep it the same as always. he tried to focus on anything but you. he put on a movie, tried to cook and only answer you with light hums, but he just couldn’t hold back. he couldn’t just let you go. why’d he have to learn not to love you when you could just learn to love him? so he lured you into his room and locked the door. he explained to you everything and how he loved you and he just couldn’t let you go and that he just wanted the best for you two and he even mumbled a few sorrys but then just put the blame back onto you. saying it’s all your fault that this happened. but then he’d just apologize again. he was literally the human embodiment of whiplash. you weren’t just going to stand there and listen to him right now. he sounded crazy ! you had gone to move him out of the way and unlock the door but he wouldn’t move and you kept pushing at him and started hitting him. you had even resorted to scratching at his face before he had enough and grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed your back against the door. his face was slightly red from your scratches and hits, and he did not look amused. obviously. but then again, what did he think would happen? did he really think you’d just sit there and let this happen?

“there’s a lot worse things i could do right now you know…it’d be best to stop. let’s not do something we’d both regret…”

he mumbled the last part. he was shying away and trying his hardest not to look in your eyes. it was almost comical that he was embarrassed right now.

“what the hell are you doing seungmin? let me out right now ! i don’t know what’s wrong with you right now, but get off of me!

he was still not giving you eye contact and was mumbling things to himself that you couldn’t understand. you raise your hand to slap him but he quickly snaps his head back up and grabs your wrist. now he was looking you in the eyes, and you couldn’t tell what his eyes were saying. you couldn’t tell if he was angry, worried, or what. but now you were the one looking away from his eyes. it was silent for a bit, you were too scared to move at all, too scared to scream, you didn’t even think you were breathing. but he finally spoke up.

“is all i want too much to ask?”

you slowly looked him back in his eyes. you still couldn’t tell how he was feeling right now. but obviously by the way he was acting throughout this whole thing he was at least somewhat ashamed of himself.

“i mean…it’s not so hard to love someone. i tried to stop loving you but why should i only change? why can’t you change? why can’t you love me? why should i have to stop loving you?”

you didn’t know what to say. you knew he was wrong but you still just couldn’t get any words to escape your mouth. he pulled you off of the door and pushed you onto the ground. he unlocked the door before you could get up and quickly slams it shut before locking it once again. he was leaned up against it and all he could feel was the door banging from your fists continuously pounding at it and you screaming for him to let you out. he didn’t live in an apartment complex and his house was pretty spaced out from his neighbors so it wasn’t like anyone would hear you. he’d deal with you more later. for now he’d think about things while you had your little tantrum. everything would turn out all right, he knew it would. it had to.

[hanjisick]

chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, “he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

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Han

You’re completely immersed in your book, the world around you fading as you turn the pages. Reading is your favorite escape, a quiet comfort that brings you peace. But just as you’re sinking deeper into the story, a hand suddenly snatches the book out of your grasp. You blink, startled, realizing that Han is standing in front of you. Without warning, he hurls the book across the room with a force that sends it crashing against the wall, the loud thud jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. The book lands on the floor, pages crumpled, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to speak. “Have you even noticed I’ve been here this whole time?” His voice cuts through the silence, filled with a sharp edge of anger that makes your heart skip a beat. “Are those stupid words more interesting to you than me?” There’s frustration in his tone, but there’s something else too—a raw vulnerability, as if he’s trying to mask his own insecurities with anger. You look up at him, seeing the mixture of hurt and irritation in his eyes. It’s more than just frustration; it’s a deep-seated insecurity that rears its head every time you lose yourself in your hobbies.

He hates the way your books seem to draw you away, making him feel like an outsider, as if he’s competing with words on a page for your attention. And no matter how much he tries to ignore it, it eats at him, making him question how much you truly care. He lets out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair as if trying to steady himself. “Do you even care that I’m here?” he demands, his voice breaking slightly. “Or am I just supposed to sit around, watching you get lost in your own world, feeling like I don’t even exist to you?” His words hang in the air, heavy and filled with an ache he can’t fully hide. You open your mouth to respond, but he continues, the frustration spilling over. “Maybe I should just burn all those books—would that finally get your attention? Make you look at me, instead of always burying yourself in them?” There’s a desperation in his voice now, a vulnerability that’s almost painful to witness, as if he’s baring a part of himself he doesn’t want you to see. For him, it’s not just about the books or your hobbies—it’s about the fear that maybe he’s not enough to hold your attention, that he’ll never mean as much to you as those stories do.

And as he stands there, waiting for you to say something, you can see how much this truly bothers him, how much he longs for reassurance that he’s not invisible to you. "If you want to keep those books, you'd better not get too lost in them," he says, his voice low and firm, each word measured and carrying an unmistakable warning. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours, trapping you between his arms as he braces himself on either side of you. The intensity in his eyes pins you in place, leaving you feeling cornered, as if there’s nowhere to escape his scrutiny. "I don’t like it when you ignore me," he continues, his tone tinged with a simmering frustration. His eyes are dark and unwavering, searching yours as if demanding an answer, needing to know that you understand what he’s saying. There’s a raw, almost possessive edge in his voice, a silent insistence that you remember he’s here—that he’s the one who should have your attention. He leans in slightly, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, his presence consuming the space between you. “Make sure you’ve got that in your mind,” he says, his voice soft yet laced with a hint of a warning, as if he’s daring you to look away or challenge him.

Felix

Felix’s grip on his glass tightens so much that his knuckles turn a stark white against the dark wood of the bar. He watches you, his gaze unwavering, stormy, his jaw set hard as if biting back words he doesn't want to say. Every so often, he brings his drink to his lips, taking a slow, controlled sip, but his eyes never leave you. His attention is riveted on you, locked onto the way you throw your head back with laughter, the way you lean in, smiling, as you engage with the people around you. He’s watching every detail, every casual brush of your hand, every animated gesture, every sparkling smile you offer to those sitting beside you. The laughter surrounding you fills the space like a bright, airy melody, but in Felix’s mind, it’s a sound that grates on his nerves, reminding him of something he hates to admit, something he can’t help but resent. He watches you throw yourself into every conversation with that effortless charm of yours, capturing everyone’s attention without even trying. It's something he’s never understood about you—the way you seem drawn to the energy and approval of others, the way you seem to thrive under their gaze.

And you do it all so naturally, like it’s second nature to you, as if it’s simply who you are. But the thought gnaws at him, unsettling him in a way he can’t control. Why do you care so much about what they think? He wonders why his own presence, his own attention, doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Isn’t that all you need? He’s always been there, always the one standing closest to you, watching you, knowing all the little things that make you laugh, the ways your eyes light up, the little gestures you make when you’re deep in conversation. But as much as he knows you, as much as he feels connected to you, this part of you—the part that shines for everyone—remains just beyond his grasp. As soon as the two of you were alone, he grabbed your arm and dragged you back to his place, his grip firm and unrelenting. The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the room and leaving a tension that was thick and unsettling. His sudden change in demeanor left you feeling uneasy, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. He fixed you with a cold, penetrating stare, his gaze so intense it felt like it was stripping away every layer of defense you had.

"Is it fun getting their attention?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a quiet rage that made his words all the more frightening. The question hung in the air, his deep voice dripping with accusation, making it feel like he could shatter you with just a look. "Is it fun to bask in anyone else's attention but mine? Because from where I’m standing," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours, "it doesn’t look like there’s anything ‘good’ in you having me but acting like you’re so starved for attention that you have to seek it from anyone else, like some lonely soul without a lover." He took a few slow, deliberate steps toward you, each one calculated, closing the distance between you as his towering frame loomed over you. The intensity in his eyes didn’t waver, and you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. "This is my warning," he murmured, his voice chilling and measured. "Consider yourself lucky. If I find out you pull something like that again, I’ll make sure you never have the chance to grab anyone’s attention. Ever again." The promise was dark and unmistakable, sending a shiver through you as his gaze held you firmly in place, every word he said echoing in your mind.

Seungmin

It felt profoundly unfair to Seungmin when you didn’t show any gratitude for all the effort he poured into everything he did for you. Every small gesture, every thoughtful act, meant the world to him, yet your indifference stung deeply. He couldn't shake off the frustration that churned within him, particularly when he sensed your ignorance of all his hard work. As you simply nodded at the dessert he had painstakingly learned to make once he discovered it was your favorite, he felt a flicker of anger ignite inside him. The spoon he held felt like a fragile thing in his grip, and he squeezed it tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his emotions. Moments later, unable to bear it any longer, he slammed the spoon onto the table with a sharp clatter that broke the silence, the sound reverberating in the air like a sudden thunderclap. He stood up abruptly, the movement sending a ripple of shock through the room, and began to circle the dining table, his frustration palpable with each stride he took toward you.

He stopped directly in front of you, his expression a mix of hurt and exasperation. “Do you even realize how much I put into this?” he demanded, his voice low but charged with emotion. “I wanted to do something special for you, and all you can do is nod?” The tension between you crackled, and he could feel his heart racing, caught between his desire to express his feelings and the hurt that came from your apparent indifference. His hand trembled with barely contained anger as he faced you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. “All the things I do for you...” he began, his voice strained, carrying the weight of his frustration. He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, trying to rein in the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to spill over. He needed to calm himself, to gather his thoughts before he let his anger get the best of him. “All the things!” he continued, his voice rising slightly as he struggled to keep his composure. “Can’t you at least say a damn thank you?” The plea hung in the air, echoing with a mix of desperation and hurt.

He looked at you, searching for any sign of acknowledgment, any hint that you recognized the effort he poured into every small gesture, every thoughtful act he had done for you. "Eat this. Now." Seungmin’s voice was low but laced with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His eyes held a stern, unyielding gaze, the kind that left no room for argument. He leaned in closer, his tone taking on a dangerous edge as he spoke, "And from now on, you’re going to be more aware, more grateful for every single damn thing I do for you. Understand?" He held out the spoon firmly, his grip tightening as if daring you to defy him. The way he looked at you made it clear that he expected nothing less than compliance. His expression was a mixture of frustration and something else, something deeper, that sent a chill down your spine. "You wouldn’t want to see me mad again, would you?" he added, his voice dropping to a quiet but potent warning. The threat lingered in the air, a reminder of the weight his anger carried, and his gaze bore into you, making it clear that he expected you to listen.

Jeongin

He gets visibly frustrated whenever he sees you stumble or drop something, his eyes always drawn to your every clumsy move, each one stirring his concern. Ironically, he’s just as prone to accidents himself; he knows firsthand how easy it is to get hurt in a split second. Perhaps that’s exactly why his frustration with you grows—it’s not just annoyance but genuine worry because he knows just how much a small misstep can lead to something serious, as he's experienced so many times himself. To keep you safe, he’s become hyper-vigilant, watching over you more closely than you might like. He practically has eyes in the back of his head, always noticing when you’re about to trip or reach for something potentially hazardous. Sometimes, his protectiveness feels almost smothering; he keeps such a close watch that you feel he’s always in the room with you, guiding your every movement, as if trying to control every factor around you. Even when he’s not physically present, you’ll receive a flurry of messages, checking in on what you’re doing and reminding you to be cautious.

Just as your fingers hover over the knife handle, his hand darts out, intercepting you with a firm grasp. “How many times have I told you not to cook by yourself?” he says sharply, his tone tinged with impatience and a protectiveness that feels like it’s crossed the line into control. His gaze is unwavering, locked onto you with an intensity that leaves no room for argument. You let out a sigh, a flicker of frustration and defiance slipping into your voice as you answer, “But I want to. I can handle it. I’m not as helpless as you think.” His expression doesn’t soften for a moment. If anything, your words only seem to harden his resolve. “Just because you want to,” he begins, his voice a low, steady warning, “you think that means I’m going to stand by and let you mess with something that could hurt you?” His eyes flash with an almost parental authority, a refusal to back down. “That’s not how this works.” With a purposeful motion, he nudges the knife away from your reach with the toe of his shoe, making his stance clear.

“If I say no, it’s no,” he states firmly, his voice carrying an edge that’s impossible to ignore. He grips your wrist with a sudden, unyielding force, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to make you wince. The pressure is intense, almost as if he wants to leave a lasting mark, a reminder of his control. His gaze is sharp, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach churn. “Understand?” he asks, his voice low and clipped, each word carrying a weight that makes his intentions unmistakably clear. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” he continues, his voice tightening. “If I ever catch you doing something I told you not to…” He pauses, allowing the silence to hang between you, thick and charged. His eyes hold yours, unblinking, dark with a fierce resolve that sends a chill down your spine. “I’ll make sure you learn to obey me.” The words linger in the air, a promise and a threat, making it clear that he won’t tolerate any disobedience. His grip remains firm, unyielding, almost daring you to defy him as he lets the message settle in, making sure you know exactly what he expects from you.

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Comes Animae Masterlist

Genre: Mature, Smut

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con, Depression, Stockholm Syndrom

Info: Y/N and their best friend Sydney (yes, fun fact I’ll be your best friend in this story, cause why not, while I will be preferred as she, you dear reader will address by they/them) had moved to Korea for their last year in college to study abroad. Y/N got an internship at a high school as an art teacher, but because their income is pretty low they got a kind of second job at a bar. There is a massive vampire clan in South Korea, which many citizens weren’t aware of, they had a lot of branches, such as stray kids, BTS, and got7. While their food source was mainly animals, sometimes humans fell victim too.

1. Where it all Begins 

Warnings chapter: Stalking

2. The Capturing

Warnings chapter: Stalking, Kidnapping

3. Apotheosis

Warnings chapter: Stalking, curse words, kidnapping

4. Bloody Mistakes

Warnings chapter: Curse words, kidnapping, mentions of depression and suicide, suicide attempted, non con at the end

5. Stockholm Syndrome SMUT

Warnings chapter: mentions of suicidal throught, selfharm, calling Chan master, depression, long smut

Smut warnings: oral, force, shower, usage of slut

6. New Beginnings

Warnings chapter: Pregnancy talk (just the talk tho), period talk

7. A bloody Secret

Warnings chapter: Periods and stuff related to that

8. Sweet Times

Warnings chapter: talks about human slavery, humans being food. but over all its fluff

9. Admirations

Warnings chapter: talks of selfharm and scars

10. Bake a Day Off

Warnings chapter: mocking a vampire and height

11. Waltz

Warnings chapter: shootings

12. First Love and Death

Warnings chapter: Non

Epilogue: The Turning

Warnings chapter: Smut, turning

I want to thank my friend as for her this whole series wouldn't exist.

Author's Note: Oh my what a process was this. It look me a long time to finish this. But I did it!

I would love to make some one-shots for the others within this universe with how they came to Stray Kids and even meet their mates! I would love to know if there are any ones you guys would be interested in. If so please let me know!

[maliciousblog]

Bodyguard (Bang Chan)

Fame  comes at a cost and for you that cost was your freedom.

You were constantly followed.

Even in the privacy of your own home you felt a pair of eyes on you always watching.

Your latest drama was a hit earning you many awards and many new fans. You were more popular than ever.

It was getting harder and harder to go about doing your daily tasks even grocery shopping was becoming a burden.

Seeing it get out of hand your company decided to appoint you a bodyguard after the latest incident when a crazed fan tried to attack you during your morning walk leaving you shaken in a hospital bed with no recollection of the incident only bits and pieces of the attack was clear to you.

Your mind was like a jigsaw puzzle but the problem was you only had a handful of pieces.

The attack left you paranoid you refused to go out of your house

Seeing your career suffer your company decided to hire a bodyguard.

It was his first day and work and all truth be told you were not looking forward to meeting him.

When you heard a knock on your door.

You cautiously peeked through your looking hole to be greeted by your manager and a man dressed in all black.

Gingerly opening the door your manager introduced you to your new bodyguard Bang Chan who insisted on you calling him Channie stating that he wanted you to feel comfortable around him.

You kept declining but eventually gave in as you two got closer to each other.

He accompanied you wherever you went always keeping a watchful eye to stop anything that might make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

You finally felt like you could breath again with Chan around you virtually had nothing to worry about in fact you were getting treated like a princess.

He would wake you up first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee just the way you like it.

Fill you in on all the tasks and appointments you had for the day.

He would help you get ready he even went as far as learning to do your hair because you always complained about how the hairstylist would pull at your hair giving you a headache.

He would spend his free time while you were busy with your schedules learning new hairstyles for you, watching cooking tutorials of your favourite foods as you had lost your appetite after the attack.

He slowly brought you out of your shell.

He would take you on small walks and get you ice cream as a little treat for being so brave.

He would push any paparazzi that got too close to you.

Even going as far as punching one in the face breaking his nose when they tried to take an upskirt picture of yours.

He was your guardian angel. You really couldn't ask for anything more.

Eventually your friendship would blossom into something more than just work.

You found solice in each other.

With filming for your new drama you were a bit on edge.

He showed up every single day providing you with comfort.

He would bring you hot meals throughout the day ensuring you never go hungry.

Constantly checking up on you.

Listening to you rant about your day while giving you a shoulder massage to ease the tension of the day.

You had to admit that it was indeed sweet of him to go the extra mile.

But you couldn't help shake of the feeling of being smothered with affection.

Each time his doting eyes met yours how his voice would get a pitch higher when he met you. How he would swoon watching you almost in a daze mesmerized by your aura.

You didn't have the heart to tell him to tone it down a bit fearing he would take it the wrong way and distance himself from you.

He was the one constant you had in your life at this point and he made you feel safe.

Your manager on the other hand wasn't quiet convinced he didn't like the way Chan was overprotective of you the way he prevented him from calling you at night or has one on one work meetings.

Everyone wanted a part of you when you belonged to his all of you just like how he devoted all of himself to you.

He couldn't help feel a pang of pain each time you greeted your fans.

Why did he have to share what was rightfully his.

You belonged to him.

He had to control himself from strangling the greesy male fans that showed up at your fan meetings who almost drool at the thought of merely shaking your hands.

He eyes them with contempt as their dirty hands linger on yours as you smile and greet them thanking them for their support.

You didn't have to do any of this he would take care of you give you anything you wanted.

That million dollar smile of yours only belonged to him.

He reached his final straw when you were going over your dialogues for the upcoming shoot when he realised you had a kissing scene.

His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.

As he drove you to your house. Something snapped in him.

He steeped on the gas alerting you causing you to ask seeing that you weren't taking your usual route back home.

He waved you off saying that traffic was a bitch and that he was taking a detour.

It took a while to realise what he had planned but it was too late as he pulled up to his house secluded in a neighborhood far away from any help as he dragged your struggling body across the gravel filled drive way paying no heade to your crises as the rocks scraped your bleeding and brused skin.

Tears filled your eyes as he dragged you like a rag doll shoving you down the strais of the basement onto a flimsy mattress.

He was done playing the nice guy.

It was time to take what was rightfully his.

Begging him to let you go was useless.

You had no clue how long you had been here locked up.

You wondered if people still looked for or were you forgotten like many before you.

Bangchan had staged a car crash causing everyone to believe that you had passed away.

In a matter of weeks everyone had forgotten who you were as a newer younger actress took your place.

Making you nothing more than a distant beautiful memory that once was.

All you had now to keep you company were the walls of his basement and the tournament he rained upon you each time he came down to find you doing with you as he pleases.

[stay3096]

anyone with dad skz recs please tag me in the comments!!!!

[sciintillla]

What about werewolf!bang chan being possessive ober his s/o or maybe yandere?...

yandere werewolf!chan wants to claim and mark you as soon as he sees you, so sweet and perfect for him. his senses are overwhelmed by your smell, your voice, your perfect body that looked like a piece of art painted specifically for him.

chan can hardly contain his most primitive instincts, feeling the fervent need to take you for himself and hide you from the rest of the world. you are too perfect, too precious, no one else deserves to witness the rare jewel that is your existence.

yandere werewolf!chan will abuse his power and authority as the leader of the pack to keep the others away from you. he thirsts for the attention you'll give him when you run into his arms, seeking comfort after being ignored by the others.

no rest can be achieved if you aren't there with him, so chan will stalk and observe you from afar. even if you're aware of his presence, he doesn't care. he craves the affirmation he's the only one for you.

yandere werewolf!chan needs your warmth and attention, or else he'll go insane.

[jayniks]

I accidentally deleted it, i'm so sorry anon 😭😭

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🐺﹒⟢﹒BangChan

He would be angry, though at himself, because he will think that he did something to make you not have the confidence to tell him your problems. So he will comfort you from afar, patting you on the back and whispering nice things to you so as not to make you uncomfortable.

⏆﹒﹒🐰-⊧﹒LeeKnow

Listen, when he finds out that something happened to you he would act very bad, but I mean he would comfort you and cry by your side. But, when he finds out who the culprit is, I swear that you are going to be scared of him, he would go directly to send him to a better life (but not before making him pay).

﹒🐇﹒┈﹒Changbin

He would be devastated, he would spend days (even months) being your own maid. He would be day after day thinking about what he did wrong to make you distrust him. After months and seeing that he has not regained your trust, he will simply change plan b, getting angry with you.

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐁﹐Hyunjin

He gets a little sentimental about it, his first reaction is to blame you. "Oh, don't you trust me anymore? Don't you love me anymore?!" He would yell at you while shaking you.

﹒✢🐿﹒﹒Han

There is no way I can describe his face when he finds out, it is a mixture of hatred, anger, betrayal and disappointment. Once a little more “calm” he would go directly to confront you:

"What's going on? Before you could pretend you didn't care at all about your boyfriend, now you're crying?! I will give you a real reason to cry.”

♩（✿ᴗᴗ）﹒Felix

“Honey, you know you can trust me :(”.

Felix would turn the situation on him, now you would be the one who has to comfort him and gain his trust.

🐶﹚﹒，Seungmin_！

Personally I think he would be the calmest, he would immediately comfort you and take care of you. Once everything is calmer he would ask you why you didn't trust him.

•🦊• ᗣ ꒷ : I.N

When you (forcedly) had to tell him that you were hurt, he seemed to take it well, even telling you that he understood. It obviously seemed strange to you, so it made sense that 2 days of not talking to you, he took you to the basement where your body understood why toy had to be trusted on him.

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Last year wasn't my year sorry

[lyramundana]

Can you do yandere Chan and jisung? (Something Like yandere chan and changbin)

Sorry I don't take requests at the moment😅🥺 but I can tell you what I think about this idea👀:

Considering that Chan is a controlling manipulative Yandere and Jisung is a delusional agressive one, it'll be a hell of a ride. The best Yanderes are the delusional ones, because if you play your cards right, you can trick them into thinking you have fallen for them and they'll lower their guard around you, giving you the chance to escape. But combined with Chan, that'll be an impossible task.

Jisung is insanely possessive and wants your attention on him ALL the time, so I can't fathom how he'll be fine with sharing you with Chan, but I guess the older has his ways to convince him. Chan is the only person Jisung might respect enough to melow down his worst traits.

For Chan, Jisung is barely a burden, more like a compulsory requirement to have you completely. The boy is no real threat for him and is easy to handle, so he'll have a much better time with the "sharing you" thing. In the end, he sees you as his and doesn't see the harm in letting Jisung indulge in his "harmless ilusion".

Regardless of this, they'll get into multiple arguments, since they're both very possessive and at some point they snap. I don't think they'll hit you or torture you physically too much (like in Changbin's case), but they'll grab you with brutal force when they're angry and they'll leave marks on your skin.

Jisung is the clingy, whiny type, throwing tantrums if you don't spend enough time with him and getting all "victim mode" to guilt trip you. Chan is the mature one, keeping you close to him and checking on you constantly but doesn't need skin ship to calm down. Probably because he has trackers on your phone and everywhere around you, so he knows where you are and what you're doing at all times. He's reassured that you're not stupid enough to try and leave him.

Both agree on one thing tho: They fully believe they're your saviours and that they do so much for you. They'll put the world on your feet if you asked, so you should be grateful they love you this much. Jisung thinks you already love them but have a hard time admitting it. Chan is more aware and knows you're terrified, but believes you'll return his feelings with time.

Personally, Chan doesn't really care if you love him or not, like Jisung. He'll much prefer if you did, but in the end, he just wants to own you, and your feelings don't matter for that.

[crooked-haven]

Crush | Oneshot

➭ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Fluff, Little bit of Angst

➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Kinda Sad, Fever Dream

➭ Disclaimer: All members of STRAY KIDS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word count: 1k

-Y/n's Pov-

"Come on! Die Die Die!" I screamed in excitement while punching the character in front of me. "You're cheating Y/n! Button smashing is an instant L!" Lucas screamed in game rage since I won for the 5th time in a row. "Come on guys, food is here." I shut off the console and got up off of the floor, stretching out my cramps. "What's for dinner Hyunjin?" I say in a yawn. "Pizza, use your eyes." he answers while stuffing his face. I roll my eyes playfully and grab my own slice, meat lovers my favorite. I sit at the kitchen table while everyone eats in silence, it's just us three here since Hyunjin's parents are on a business trip.

Lucas, Hyunjin's 13 year old brother invited me over for some video games and how could I resist? I would get to see my crush, yes it's Hyunjin, we are what you would call, childhood friends. I'm aware that he has a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop me from crushing silently. What's not to like about him? He is charming, funny and sweet, so much more- "Hello???" Hyunjin waves his hand in front of my face and I come back to reality. "What?" I answer while taking another bite of my pizza. "You were drooling!" Lucas says while laughing at me. My face instantly heats up to a dark cherry red and I roll my eyes. "I was not, I was thinking!" I can hear the snickering but I ignore it.

-Time Skip to 9 PM-

"Well now that Lucas is asleep I better go now." I say giving Hyunjin a side hug. I am a little sad to be leaving and part of me wishes he would ask me to stay but I had this gut feeling that he just wasn't going to. He has a girlfriend, he probably wants to call her over instead- "Earth to Y/n!?" I snap back to reality yet again, only to realize that I was staring at Hyunjin. "Is your main hobby just staring at my beautiful face?" He smirks mockingly. I scoff and sigh. "Absolutely not! I was just-" he cut me off. "Thinking, I know." I walked over towards the door. "Nothing wrong with thinking you know."

"I know, but where do you think you're going? I didn't rent a whole movie for you to just not watch it Y/n." I look at him confused as he makes his way over towards me, gently pushing me into the living room. I sit on the couch and ask what he means. "I rented the Avatar 2 for you! You wouldn't shut up about it last week, my poor ears!" He jokes acting hurt. I instantly feel better, I get to watch a 3 hour long movie with my crush, alone! Even though this isn't anything new, it still feels so exciting, but then the sick feeling inside me came back up when I remembered his girlfriend. "I am flattered Hyunjin, I really am but I honestly think you should watch it with Luna.." I say, faking a smile.

He sits next to me and gently grabs my hand, I can feel the heat creeping up to my face again, and he speaks in a low tone. "Me and Luna broke up 3 months ago." I gasp, how could he not tell me this? As much as I was jealous of her place in his life, she was honestly such a great friend. "Why didn't you tell me? What happened?" He looks down, avoiding eye contact before breaking the silence. "Nothing happened I just realized I had feelings for someone else as did she." Yeah that stung, but I can't blame him, the heart wants what it wants. I push his hand off of mine and hug him, a friendly hug. "I am sorry, I hope all goes well with this new one." All hopes I had were thrown down the stairs, but I really can't be mad at him.

As I stand up, he quickly speaks again, making me freeze. "It's you Y/n, it's always been you." I step back, too stunned to speak but quickly punch his shoulder. "That's not a funny thing to joke about! You asshole!" I slam my hands on my hips and he starts laughing. God damn it, I knew it! "Y/n, I'm not joking this time I swear, I really like you." My body relaxes and my eyebrows knit together. "Me? Why me?" He stands up and walks closer towards me, stopping in front of me, reaching out. "Because you're you." Wow the butterflies I feel, I think they're doing summersaults. "So you could say...that I am your crush?" He snorts. "If we were like 12!" I love his sarcasm. "I like you too Hyunjin." He smiles and nods.

"I know, you love staring at me, and besides Lucas told me." "I am going to kill that little gremlin!" "Well before you do, let's make this official." He slides his hand onto my waist and pulls me closer, gently tucking a loose strand of my Y/H/C hair behind my ear. I feel my breath fastening, this is all I have ever dreamed of, it's almost happening! I close my eyes waiting for a kiss. After 2 seconds of nothing, I open my eyes to a pitch black room. I was dreaming the whole time. I glance at my alarm clock and read 4:26 am, god damn it!

End♥︎

A/N-

Sorry for the small heartache I may have caused, I just really like these types of day dreamy stories!

Anyways I hope you all have a fantastic day/night and see you soon don't forget to leave a heart~ <3

[dazed--xx]

Cardinal (Series Preview)

Series Summary: If there was one thing God could say he’s ever regretted creating he’d explain there were 8. The 8 Evil Thoughts. Vainglory, Avarice, Gluttony, Wrath, Lust, Pride, Envy, and Sloth are currently spending their exile living it up in the mortal world; spreading their sins into Gods most beloved creations so with determination in his heart he sends for the only things that can stop them….Their Virtues The Humility twins, Generosity, Temperance, Love, Chastity, Kindness, and Perseverance. Join them on a journey through morality, obsession, and temptation in Cardinal….

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Demon Au!

TW: YANDERE, Demon AU!, Cardinal Sins, Themes of Catholicism, mentions of religion, mentions of God, Blastphemy, smut, use of demonic powers, non-con (in some parts), more to be added as each part is posted.

A/N: So I’m officially off Hiatus 👋 so HIYA but I’ve been inspired for this for a while and I have been obsessed with the seven deadly sins since my theology class in high school and just now thought to write something about them but I’m super excited about this and I hope you guys will be too. Also anyone that has requested something your requests will be posted before this series and before one more time chapter 2 so keep an eye out cause I’m probably going to start posting those this week or next week anyway hope you enjoy the preview.

Bang Chan: coming soon

Vainglory; the sin or vice of one who immoderately desires renown, prestige, or the praise and respect of others. The desire of these things is not necessarily sinful but becomes so when it is immoderate and disordered.

Virtue: Humility

Summary: Belial, now reborn as Bang Chan as punishment for his most cardinal sin is happy with his prosperity as the CEO of Stay corporation. His employees worship the ground he walks on; his word holds more weight than almost anyone in all of South Korea, that is until a familiar foe threatens to take everything he’s built away. Now, Chan must face his largest feat yet…corrupting his virtue, Humility.

Minho: coming soon…

Avarice; an insatiable desire to gain and hoard wealth. It's similar to greed but goes even further, encompassing such things as selfishness, entitlement, materialism, consumerism, and hoarding.

Virtue: Generosity

Summary: Mammon, now cast away living his life disguised as mortal Lee Minho enjoys his days as the COO of Stay Corporation. From his many houses to the collections of automobiles he adores his cardinal sin. He indulges in his wealth, power and fornication as he so pleases bringing chaos to rain free wherever he so chooses until he’s faced with whom he only thought a myth…his virtue, Generosity.

Changbin: coming soon…

Gluttony; the over-indulgence or lack of self-restraint in food, drink, or wealth items, especially as status tokens.

Virtue: Temperance

Summary: Beelzebub, spends his days as Seo Changbin a world-renowned chef, wandering the cityscape bouncing from each flamboyant club to elegant restaurant he sets his sights on. He’d spend those days if it weren’t for the thorn in his side his virtue Temperance, a feisty archangel with a knack for ruining his fun he makes it his mission to corrupt the virtue and be the first of the sins to create a fallen angel.

Hyunjin: coming soon…

wrath; the inordinate and uncontrolled feeling of hatred and anger

Virtue: love or charity

Summary: Satan, now trapped in his mortal form Hwang Hyunjin by God due to his cardinal sins is forced to spend his eternity with his virtue, Love at his hip in every waking moment. He finds her mysterious call to his mind and heart infuriating as it drives him wild with wrath and infatuation. When he loses his ability to sense her presence everything is flipped into a world of Chaos, disparity and Wrath in which he did not cause. So, with a blood oath he sets out to locate his other half and destroy those that stolen her away from him.

Jisung: Coming soon…

Lust; defined as immoral because its object or action of affection is improperly ordered according to natural law or the appetite for the particular object (eg sexual desire) is governing the person's will and intellect rather than the will and intellect governing the appetite for that object.

Virtue: chastity

Summary: Asmodeus, now Han Jisung, a Has corrupted the strongest willed priests and popes in history. His love for his cardinal sin has him sharing the euphoria with almost every mortal he meets, that is until he comes face to face with his virtue, Chastity; the embodiment of everything he couldn’t have cast away by his own hands at the turn of the century. Her influence reaching a select few in his favorite personal hell. Vowing to show the object of his affection the true lengths Lust and absolute pleasure can take you; he embarks on a journey of fornication, heartbreak and persuasion.

Felix: coming soon…

pride; excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God.

Virtue: humility

Summary: Lucifer, hates his exile as Lee Felix under the demon Belial. He was far more intelligent than his current supervisor, he loathed his deity and their fear of anyone having a mind. He spent his days in a bore, missing his time in heaven he spends his days with visions of the precious virtue, Humility. He admonishes those that blindly follow their predestination, he detests his creator for condemning him to walk amongst these…. creatures that is until his twin brother presents him with a deal find and seal his beloved's fate…...corrupt her and get back into heaven.

Seungmin: coming soon….

Envy; sin of jealousy over the blessings and achievements of others

Virtue: kindness

Summary: Leviathan, lives his life as Kim Seungmin resenting his fellow keepers of the sins. They’re virtuous extravagant lifestyles to their most wildest dreams being fulfilled. While he had to stand there and watch, watch as the pesky humans around him found their way, watch as his brethren became successful in both hell and the mortal world. The Demon kings names bringing an icy chill up their spines at the power and influence they possess; if a demon king sets his sights on you, your soul becomes tainted with their sin until it eats the being alive and sends your soul straight to hell. He hates as his sin is the one full of disgust and had such a bad wrap, envy is what built civilization itself yet they worship Belial and the wretched deity that cursed himself, that is until he is greeted with something he’d never experienced before his virtue….Kindness

Jeongin: coming soon…

Sloth: a spiritual or emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely a carelessness in the performance of one's obligations, especially spiritual, moral or legal obligations.

Virtue: perseverance

Summary: Belphegor, enjoys his days as Yang Jeongin, the laid back neglectful floor manager of Stay Corporation. If you were to ask any of the mortal employees under his leadership they would say he was always at work but he was rarely ever working. His reputation was a positive one despite his hidden identity, he enjoyed watching as his floor scrambled to get report’s together for meetings he’d never mentioned until the day before. He adored sprinkling small bits of his sin around the office and watching as the floor became bored, underachieving and understandably tired. The only thing he would say he’d enjoy a change with is one particular little itty bitty thorn in his side; the one thing that he cannot stand more than actual work that sat right outside his office. His virtue….Perseverance.

[sleepchapter]

yandere content..

[11:36 P.M]

I.N — 양정인

“she loves me, she loves me not….”

picking away at the weak petal, the noise muted from him. blinded by love. he wanted answers.

“she loves me, she loves me not…”

petals dropping. petals falling. the white rose withering away. the water from the rain dripping down onto its stems.

“she loves me, she loves me not..”

the white rose withering. its stems flattened and smooshed from his fingers gripping it so tight.

“she loves me.”

and he was done. the white rose now painted a deep red. the rain still dripping down its stems. but now he was wiping it away. wiping the tears off of your body. wiping the blood from your cuts. the blood, the petals, still dripping down your body. you are his rose, and you love him.

[hanjisick]

yandere skz reaction… falling asleep on them

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

trigger for mentions of murder and yandere themes

wc. 1.3k

bang chan.

it was the first time that chan needed to kill for you.

you had burst into your best friends house with hot tears streaming down your face, begging for his comfort.

“what happened baby?” he let you ugly sob into his chest.

“he cheated on me, chan! he cheated on me!” chan held you tighter as you screamed into him, rocking you back and forth.

chan quietly reassured you, letting you cry out all the tears that you had inside. he hushed you, whispering gentle phrases about how it would all be okay, that he loved you, that you meant everything to him.

eventually you had fallen asleep in his lap, and even with tear stained cheeks and a puffy face, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty.

but as he stared at you, your pained sobs played in his head, drowning out everything but one thought.

he couldn’t let the man who did this to you continue to live.

lee minho.

how could anyone sleep next to such a cruel monster as himself?

for days after he had decided to keep you for himself, you refused to sleep in pure fear. that he would end your life as well when you least expected it. that you would dream of all the horrors that he made you witness.

you would let him spoon you at night while wide awake, letting him drift into sleep while you kept on guard, hoping that he didn’t notice. but he did.

regardless, it wouldn’t effect him. he would still sleep against you, cuddled up to his favorite person.

so why did his chest erupt with butterflies one night, when you finally fell asleep against him?

he placed kisses onto your nape of your neck, obsessed with the way that you snored lightly against him.

someday, you would learn that he would never lay his hands on you. you would learn that every person he had killed was for your own sake.

seo changbin.

you hadn’t quite fallen asleep against him, but in his distorted mind you had.

in actuality, you had fallen asleep in his bed while he was out getting groceries.

when he got home, he called out your name, setting down the bags in a panic once he was met with silence.

“y/n?” he called again, running to the bedroom.

a sigh of relief escaped his lips, now knowing that you hadn’t tried to run away again.

from there, he carefully slid off his shoes and laid beside you, tugging you onto his chest.

he closed his eyes, pretending that you had willingly fallen asleep on him. that there weren’t frozen groceries to be put away immediately. that none of that mattered.

“let’s take a nap together, yeah?” he whispered to himself, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

hwang hyunjin.

your first few days while housebound were cruel. he had you locked in a plain room with no lights or windows, just an old, broken mattress in the middle of the room. no blanket, no pillows.

and for as long as you would scream at him, that’s what you were stuck with.

needless to say, you were exhausted. it was hard to get any sleep at all, so you would stay up all night, staring at the empty walls.

hyunjin opened the door to the dark room in the morning, only to find a shell of his doll, “oh baby,” he would gather you into his arms, knowing that you were too tired to fight back, “didn’t sleep well last night?”

you only nodded, barely caring about the cruel chuckle that fell from his lips.

given different circumstances, you would’ve shoved him off of you by now and screamed at him to leave you alone, but you didn’t. instead, you closed your eyes. his lap was far more comfortable than the mattress.

“how about you sleep in my bed tonight?” hyunjin offered as you drifted off, barely earning a nod from you.

han jisung.

as he had practically attached himself to your hip, it would be hard to not fall asleep on him very quickly.

but when he heard your light snores for the first time as you laid on his chest, he was beyond thrilled.

a large grin spread across his crazed face, fidgeting with his fingers to contain his excitement.

should he get his camera and record you? this was a special memory that he needed to document— but he didn’t want to risk waking you.

instead, he resorted to staring at you, trying to capture the picture in his mind, every last detail of your sleeping face that he had seen so many times from afar and up close. the only different was that you were on him, your hand splayed across his chest.

his eyes wouldn’t leave you until you had woken up, even if it was hours later. he had barely let himself blink, needing to etch the moment into his mind.

“did you sleep well, baby?”

lee felix.

every time felix would try to force you to sleep next to him, you’d put up a fight, thrashing around in his bed and screaming until he simply gave up and let you sleep on the couch in his living room.

three months in, and tonight was different.

felix heard his bedroom door creak open, squinting his eyes to see your figure in the hallway, looking like a deer in headlights.

“what’s the matter, darling?” he spoke in a groggy tone, throwing off the covers and hoisting himself up by his elbows.

“i had a nightmare,” you whispered, “can i sleep with you?”

felix had never woken up so fast.

“of course you can, c’mere,” he scooted over, letting you into the warm blankets.

“i’ll keep you safe,” you felt the vibration of his voice through his chest against your head, “i’ll never let anything hurt you.”

a large grin spread across his face as he felt your breathing get heavier. he would savor this moment forever.

kim seungmin.

seungmin showed up at your door with flowers, as he did every time that he greeted you. but when you only gave him a light smile at the bouquet, inviting him into your home, his heart dropped. these were your favorite kind. why didn’t you love them?

was he wrong about your favorite? no, he couldn’t be. he was never wrong about anything when it came to you. he knew everything about you, more than he knew himself. “is everything alright, my love?”

“i’m just tired. i didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

the relief that he felt was quickly replaced by worry, “do you want to sleep? i can come over later?”

“no, i want to still do the movie night, i’ll get through it.”

despite what you said, all that it took for you to fall asleep was seungmin’s hands in your hair and a blanket draped over the two of you.

seungmin noticed immediately when you fell asleep against his shoulder— he could care less about the movie, his focus was on your reactions the entire time.

he was quick to shut the tv off, laying his head back against the couch as he let you sleep on him.

yang jeongin.

when you fell asleep on him for the first time, he was beyond lost.

he didn’t know exactly what to do. one moment, you had your phone against his abdomen, scrolling in his lap. the next, your phone had slipped out of your hand and to his side, with a line of drool falling from your lips.

“honey?” he whispered as if his mind was playing tricks on him, or maybe you were.

but when you didn’t answer, he allowed himself to get lost staring at the features that he fell so in love with.

his long fingers couldn’t help but find themselves in your hair, and he barely allowed himself to brush through it, terrified to wake you.

jeongin was gentle with you, careful to not ruin the moment.

eventually his hands had stopped, his own eyes closing and drifting off into sleep.

how could he not? the person that he was most comfortable with, who he would do anything for, even kill, was sleeping peacefully against him.

[tinytinyblogs]

Okay hear me out can I request yandere skz whose darling hates/refuses to even look at them and says mean things to the boys in order to get them to leave her alone but it has the opposite effect

Are you defying me, darling?

The more you distance yourself, the closer they might become. Take it slow if you're unsure.

⚠️ yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, and a lot more⚠️

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Thanks for your patience! Things have been a bit hectic lately, and I apologize for the delay. Here's the reaction post you requested, as promised. Let me know if you have any feedback or if there's anything I can improve on.

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Chan

Chan, your sunshine, your anchor – the very picture of gentleness. He opens doors with a smile, treats you like royalty, and knows exactly how to make you laugh. Yet, a knot of apprehension coils in your stomach because for all his sweetness, there's a line you never want him to cross. The air hangs heavy. You haven't spoken in what feels like hours, the silence a suffocating blanket. It started with a simple plea, a desperate need for some space, some time to breathe without the constant hum of his presence. The words tumbled out, harsh and ragged. "Can you just leave me alone, damn it?" The change in Chan is instantaneous. His smile vanishes, replaced by a coldness that sends shivers down your spine. A heavy silence descends, thick and suffocating. You steal a glance at him, and your heart plummets. His eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, are now narrowed lasers, fixated on you. The air crackles with a tension you've never witnessed before. Then, a deceptively calm voice breaks the silence. "What did you just say, sweetheart?" he asks, the endearment sounding foreign in this new context. It's clear he doesn't like what he heard, and a flicker of fear ignites in your chest.

You shrink back, your voice barely a whisper as you repeat, "I... I just want to be alone, Chan." But the damage is done. With a slow, deliberate movement, Chan closes the distance. He towers over you, his form an imposing shadow. He crouches down, invading your personal space, and gently, but firmly, cups your chin with his hand. You wince as his nails dig slightly into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's calm, almost too calm, and that terrifies you more than any outburst. His eyes hold you captive, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "I may love you," he continues, his words laced with a dangerous undercurrent, "but disrespect won't be tolerated. Remember that." Seeing the tear, a flicker of something crossed Chan's face – maybe regret, maybe anger. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Tears won't work this time," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He reached out, a single finger brushing against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You will explain yourself," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "And you will understand exactly why you don't get to ask for space from me."

Minho

Minho wasn't like other guys. He didn't crave grand gestures or whispered sweet nothings. No, Minho thrived on the spark in your eyes when he sent shivers down your spine with a surprise tickle or a whispered threat that danced on the edge of plausibility. The way you flustered, the stammer that replaced your usual sharp retorts when he'd corner you with a teasing question – that was his fuel. So, when you finally snapped, a glorious eruption after weeks of his calculated torment, a thrill snaked through him, cold and exhilarating. "Get away from me, don't touch me, you jerk!" you shouted, cheeks flushed a furious red. He'd expected the usual splutter of insults, a well-placed punch maybe, but this raw defiance, this unfamiliar vulnerability – it was intoxicating. Minho's smirk wasn't playful this time. It was a slow, deliberate twist of his lips, a predator recognizing a challenge in its prey. You wanted him gone? Perfect. He'd become your shadow, a constant reminder of the delicious chaos he reveled in unleashing. The way your breath hitched when he brushed past a little too close, the flinch you couldn't quite suppress when he materialized at your locker – oh, he'd savor every startled reaction, every muttered curse under your breath.

Perhaps you didn't understand him, and maybe that was part of the allure. Minho was an enigma, a puzzle only he held the key to. But that didn't matter. He thrived on the chase, on the unpredictable rhythm your dynamic had taken. Your pain, a byproduct of his gamesmanship, was a mere footnote – the price you paid for defying him. "Feeling spicy today, aren't we?" he drawled, his voice low and gravelly. He stopped directly in front of you, his face mere inches away. "Seems like somebody needs a reminder of who's in charge," he continued, his smirk widening. A single finger brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You wanted to fight back, to spit out a retort, but the words wouldn't come. The fear was a thick fog clouding your thoughts. Minho seemed to revel in your silence. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper but filled with chilling promise. "We have plenty of time for you to learn your lesson." The enclosed space became a prison, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering tension. You knew this wasn't a game anymore. This was Minho asserting his dominance, and you were the unwilling participant in his twisted play.

Changbin

You clench your fists, heart hammering against your ribs. "Damn you," you growl, the words tasting metallic on your tongue, "don't come any closer, jerk!" Changbin's laugh echoes in the confined space. It's a sound you've never heard before, devoid of its usual teasing lilt and replaced with something darker, hungrier. This new side of him sends a shiver down your spine, both terrifying and...exciting? The thought is fleeting, pushed aside by the urgency of the situation. He ignores your protest, a predatory glint in his eyes. Each step he takes is a deliberate invasion of your personal space, until your back is pressed flush against the wall, trapped. His hands snake around you, pinning you against the cool surface. It feels like the room has shrunk, the air itself thick with unspoken tension. "So what, huh?" he taunts, leaning in so close his warm breath tickles your ear. "I can do whatever I want." His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's as if this sudden resistance has ignited a fire within him, a twisted competition to break you, to own you completely. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, a game suddenly unfolding before you. One he intends to win.

Shame burned through you, hot and acrid. You hated yourself for the traitorous flicker of excitement that had dared to ignite within you. Changbin's dark eyes, usually lit with playful mischief, were now narrowed with predatory intent. The possessiveness that radiated from him was suffocating. "This isn't a game, Changbin," you spat, your voice shaking but defiant. You met his gaze head-on, refusing to show fear. "Don't you dare turn this into some twisted dominance act." A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a slow, dangerous smile. "Dominance act?" he echoed, his voice low and silken. His thumbs brushed across your wrists, sending a jolt through you. "Perhaps," he continued, leaning in further, his breath hot against your cheek. "Or maybe it's just a reminder of who calls the shots here, sweetheart." His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something you couldn't decipher passing through his eyes. Then, with a sigh that seemed to shake the very room, he released you. You stumbled back a step, breathing heavily, the air suddenly feeling thin. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his voice back to its usual drawl, though a hint of darkness lingered. "Maybe we need a different kind of reminder." He took a step back, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. "A reminder of the consequences of defying me."

Hyunjin

Your outburst, a tirade fueled by pent-up frustration and veiled truths, had frozen Hyunjin. He stood there, a statue carved from confusion and a flicker of something darker. You spat out the final words, "Just get out! Leave me alone you jerk!" expecting a fight, an apology, anything but the unsettling silence that followed. He left, the quiet deafening and thick with unspoken threats. But the absence wasn't a reprieve. It was a predator stalking its prey. Every creak of the floorboards sent your pulse racing, every shadow a potential monster. Sleep was a distant memory replaced by a hypervigilance that left you drained. The bed felt vast and empty, the once comforting weight of Hyunjin beside you a chilling reminder of what you'd lost. Days blurred. The air crackled with a tension so thick you choked on it. Then, one evening, just as the remnants of hope started to flicker, Hyunjin reappeared. He wasn't the playful boy you knew. His eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, were now steely and focused. They scanned the room, lingering on you, assessing. Silence stretched, broken only by the shallow rasp of your own breath. "So," he finally spoke, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, "you want to be alone, do you?" It wasn't a question.

It was a challenge, a test to gauge your sincerity. You opened your mouth to apologize, to plead, but the words wouldn't come. The fear had lodged itself in your throat, a physical weight hindering any attempt at defiance. A slow, predatory smile spread across Hyunjin's face. "There are consequences for everything," he said, each word dripping with a chilling possessiveness. "Especially disrespect." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You wanted to scream, to fight back against the oppressive atmosphere, but the fear kept you rooted to the spot. "I… I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. Hyunjin stopped in front of you, his face inches away. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making it difficult to breathe. "Sorry isn't enough," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will understand, one way or another, how much respect I deserve." He reached out, a single finger tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. "We don't need space," he murmured, his voice a chilling caress. "We need understanding. And you," he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, "will learn exactly what that means." He wasn't angry, exactly. He was calculating, methodical, a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

A Heart Beyond the Scar

Genre: Fluff, Mafia au

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Word Count: 408

Warnings: Mentions of missing arm, losing an eye.

Date: 13 January 2025

Authors Note: first of all it's my birthday, so a special fic for this day. Also this will become a universe with hopefully a lot more fics. If you want more or anything feel free to ask!

It's been a week since the accident. Chan refuses to get out of his room. Only letting Minho in to check his wounds. We all got very lucky back then. Jisung had lost his arm in the blast, but he had been out of his room to eat with us. Once his wounds would heal there were already talks about a mechanical arm for him, he is even doing pretty well for the condition he's in. 

Then there is Chan. I saw it all, him fighting with ... , him looking at me before he got slashed in his face, I managed to get the gun from my attacker, shooting him and then ... . Chan looks at me again in panic while I ran towards him, holding his bloody face as he slowly got to the ground. I remember yelling for a medic before my memory got blurry.

And now I haven't seen him all week, all I got were updates from Minho. Chan got lucky and didn't have to remove his eye, but he's blind in that eye. He was the boss, but now Changbin took over, but it was chaotic. 

We were all around the house, Hyunjin was in his studio, Jisung probably in his room sleeping. Changbin was pasing around the kitchen where Felix and Seungmin sat. Jeongin was sitting on the other edge of the couch while I'll sat on the other side. Minho had walked in and looked at me. "Y/N, Chan wants to see you."

I gave Minho a nod and left the living room. I walked to the long hallway up to his door, I knock softly. "Hey, it's me." I said, before slowly opening the door. His room was dark, only outlines were visible. "Come here." Chan mumbled. I walked in and closed the door. "Lay next to me." 

I nod, removing my shoes and pants before crawling in bed next to Chan, with just enough space between us. "Closer baby. I need you right here." He whispered, as if he didn't dare to express he needs and feelings. I moved closer and Chan wraps his arms around me. 

He clearly relaxed with me in his arms. I moved a bit so I laid more comfortably in his arms, even moving my own arms around his waist. I tangled my legs with his as we cuddled. "Oh baby. Don't leave me ever." I nuzzled into his neck and leave a kiss. "Never"

[facelesswrittes]

Summery: The story revolves around Kim y/n, a hardworking and honest teenager who unwillingly enters a to-the-death tournament called the oddinary season. where combatants fight with magic and Heroes from throughout history for a chance to have their wishes granted. Through this new experience she's pared up with a certain red hair boy who I may add has a thing for red apples.

Word count:

Paring: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, death, fighting, blood, romance and grief?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows, almond shaped sea rover-blue eyes. defined cheekbones that went perfectly along with his sharp nose. His hair was a quite the odd color, red. Bloody red. He moved with a leopard-like grace that somehow send shivers down your spine. “So, I think it’s pretty safe to assume you’ll be my master for the time being.” His voice hadn’t been any different for what you had imagined. He had a deep voice. Not one that was to deep, but just right. An earthy scent swirled around him. And it took all your will not to stutter.

“Yes, that’s right.” You stood only a mare foot away from the taller male. And somehow his presence made you feel expose, as if he could read you like a book in a matter of seconds.

“Well, princess.” He stepped even closer, his hot breath now on your skin. “This is no child’s play. So don’t joke around and bring me my real master.” His plump lips turned up into what you assumed was a smirk. If it hadn’t been for his previous statement you would have found his behavior dangerously attractive.

“Well I’ll have you know that I am no child. You and me have been linked, and as your master you well, wether you like it or not, Fallow my rules and orders.” You confidently exclaim, putting up the hand in which the marking of your contract was made. As to prove your point, silencing any other doubts the man could possibly have.

His sharp gaze was fixed on the back of your hand which held the mark. Then he looked back at his own hand to find the same symbol written down. “You have to be kidding me… a little kid out of all people?” He mutter to himself, however you heard it clearly.

“I’m eighteen years old!!” You grit your teeth, practical shouting at the man before you. Although he didn’t bother caring, instead he stand up putting a hand to his chin.

“Okay we can make this work.” He began. “Just stay out of my way and I’ll make sure to win this war, easy right?”

This made your chest explode with anger, this guy has really been testing your patience. It didn’t take you long to know that he was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Might as well through out the whole list of “server must not.” Out the window.

How did a well behave student such as you end up in this situation anyways?

Well…

Born and raised in a family of maidens, you have had to experience far more things then any teenager should have. As though fate had wished the worst upon your innocent being.

You where there when grief had eaten your fathers soul away. You where there when your mother had fallen to bed. And you where there, shearing the feelings of your father as he took the gift from the gods to bring delicacy and luxury as well as health to your family’s lives. Saving a precious soul from being taken away from his grasp. But at what cause.

Your family had been stained, stained with blood that wasn’t yours. Trapped in an endless loop of participation in such a cruel event. And now it all came down to you. The day to come when you would turn 18, you would participate much like your father in this blood thirsty games.

When an envelope showed up at your front door a week after your birthday, on a much normal day, you hadn’t thought much of it. Until you saw your fathers horror while reading the small paper. You knew it was finally your time to participate.

And upon summoning a noble phantom to fight along side you, you were graced with the unfortunate luck of being pared up with probably the most arrogant cocky person you have ever come across with.

But being the natural heartwarming person you where you had a little spark of hope. “May I know what type of noble phantom do I have the pleasure to meet?”

This made his smirk return only this time it was double the size. “Caster.”

Suddenly everything clicked in. His behavior, how cocky he was, it all made sense now. Of course he had to be a caster.

“Right.” You clear your throat before continuing. “I’ll put it to you this way. Casters are know to be bad luck. There powers are a mystery, not to forget there behavior is unacceptable.”

The mans eyes widened before placing a hand to his chest in a dramatic attempt for you to feel bad.

“There also known for betraying there masters, I will not allow that from you.” You pointed an accusing finger. “If so I’ll take my own life and you well disappear.”

“Smart girl.” He chuckled stepping back from your figure. “I got you all wrong, maybe you are a proper mage.”

“Of course I am, who do you take me as?” Crossing your arms around your chest, you took a step back. Your eyebrows pulling together while your eyes scanned the male from the tips of his hair all the way down to his shoes, which where a pair of nice black leather boots. This man new how to dress. When it came to fashion he must really be on trends. His black jeans matched perfectly with his motorcycle black jacket with the letters H.J. Printed to the side of it.

That reminds you, you didn’t quite catch his name…

“So we agreed that your a caster, should I call you caster from now on or would you prefer your real name?” They say curiosity killed the cat, but you where too intrigued to find out more about him now.

Letting this opportunity go to waste would be a sin. Plus, this was just a normal step that would be necessary for your future bond as master and servant.

The man, who paid you barley a glance, was more then indeed gorgeous. Something frightening in your case. However the spark of genuine curiosity from you couldn’t be contained.

“Hyunjin.” He spoke clearly, not wanting to repeat himself with the little lack of patience he seems to have. “You can call me that or caster. I will be satisfied with whatever name my master decides to call me anyway.”

“I’m Kim y/n, but since you and me we’ll be stuck together for quite a while let’s break the formalities, you may call me y/n.” You finished, never breaking the eye contract with the male.

“As you wish, master.” He leaned over the wall just a few feet away from you, his attention openly driving to the door of your house.

“Should we get straight into business?”

Silence.

He didn’t respond instead he focused on staring directly at the door.

It was odd. Very odd at that. But you decided not to question it.

“Hyunjin,”

A blink was all you received from the taller male.

“Hyunjin?!”

His head snap towards your direction, his hand going to his mouth, placing his index finger straight on his lips, a motion to silence you. Which unquestionably worked.

It all stayed dead quiet. Way to quiet for your liking. All there was is your innocent self having a stare down with the older male. The tension that created was unbearable, but you figure this man had a reason for wanting the place as quiet as it is. The thought of that made your heart rate increase. Was there already someone after both of your tails?

After what seem like hours of pure silence you finally took it upon yourself to break it only to regret it in a matter of seconds. “Hyun-“

“Found you.”

An amused laugh fallowed as the, hidden figure emerged from the shadows. “I could sense your presence from a mile away.” It was a boy who spoke. A pair of beautiful light blue eyes connected to your gaze. He was surprisingly tall. His hair was a mix of both blond and white which suited his eyes perfectly, and there sharp shape. Cute freckles adorned his pale cheeks. He was adorable, completely throwing off how deep his voice truly was.

This has to be a joke…. Only a few minutes ago you summon your servant and your already getting attacked? Well… people did say casters where bad luck.

You refuse to believe this is any of your partners doing. Shaking your head from side to side to relive the thought.

“Y/n,” hyunjins voice had a nice ringing to your name, coming out so naturally from his lips as if he had said it millions of times. It almost impressed you how well it fell out of his throat. “Get out of here!”

Right. If something where to happen to you (god forbid) your death. Hyunjin would disappear as well. However if hyunjin was defeated you would have no protection against other mages. Both ways led to a dead end.

The most reasonable thing to do was to fallow what hyunjin said, if you knew what abilities and powers hyunjin has. But you don’t. So there’s absolutely no way that you we’ll leave him where there’s more then a hundred percent chance he we’ll get killed.

It could be a trap.

“I said run!”

If looks could kill you’d definitely be dead with the way hyunjin was staring at you.

For a moment you doubted yourself, Taking a step back. All it took for you to start a sprint was the blond male raveling his swords. He was a saber.

Before you even process it your legs where already taking you elsewhere. Sprinting out the door into the empty streets without a look behind. Being afraid that if you did you’d slow down into his reach.

But you where wrong. Terribly wrong.

There was no screaming, all there was is the smell of burning flesh. And the red warm liquid running down your partners back.

He had taken the hit for you. Wrapping his arms around your frame leaving his back exposed where now a deep cut was precent.

His scent remain the same. Intoxicating despite the metallic smell around the air.

Pain or joy, you doubt it felt it.

He was just numb.

There was no screams of agony nor tears of pain. It was all quiet.

For a moment you wonder if he was a human at all. But the way his eyes glued to yours, making sure you where still intact made your heart skip a beat.

Funny enough, after a while— he stood up. As if his back hadn’t just been pierced by a sharp blade. As if blood wasn’t running down his back.

“Hyunjin..?”

Your voice was filled with worry, making him turn his head to you. But no words left his lips.

“I’m impressed, you are quite fast.” You where so worried about hyunjin you had completely forgotten about the enemy.

Hyunjin looks directly at his eyes, his hands clenched up making a fist. The blonde man swings his sword with intensity that it made a whistle sound.

Making Hyunjin immediately back away, then gives out a hard roundhouse kick to the saber’s face. The blonde man gets furious and stabs Hyunjin’s leg at an impossible speed. blood spilling out, but as this happens Hyunjin punches his side intensely. The saber doesn’t give out a flinch and pulls his sword up more towards his upper legs revealing Hyunjins open skin.

Hyunjin grabs the sword and pulls it out showing the sword with crimson red flowing down onto the saber’s hands. Hyunjin using his other hand grabs the saber’s arm and with barely movement swiftly pushed saber, Sending the saber back in his step.

You run towards Hyunjin, determine to help, but you where meet with his cold expression.”Y/N BACK OFF,” his eyes snapping towards yours. And you knew you had no choice but to do as he said. You’d only get on his way you told yourself. However the blood running down his body told you otherwise. Your inner self screaming for you to help him.

But before you could even get your body to move further, hyunjin was already caught up in an intense fight. Your eyes barely even being able to make out what was happening.

But you knew this was it. A fight between servants. What your father had been preparing you for over a decade. And you where standing there pathetically as your servant fought for your life and his own.

And as always, immediate regret followed suit.

You couldn’t just let what your fathers hard work go to waist. And with the recent found adrenaline you lunched yourself forward, taking a hold of the saber’s sword before he could use his deadly swing again.

Hyunjins voice rang in your ears, but you couldn’t understand what he was yelling. All you could think of was stoping the fight.

“Well aren't you a interesting sight?" There was a knowing smirk plastered on the blonde's face. shiver traveled through Your bones and you couldn't help but stare.

The stranger took a step forward, closing the already tiny gap between you. “I’m afraid my master is already calling for me, we’ll have to continue this another day.” A mere whisper and a smirk shouldn't be this alluring, but it was!

Before you knew it the man before you was already gone. Leaving nothing but the gust of wind and the flickering streetlight in the distance behind.

The only reminder that he was ever there was the bruises and cuts in Hyunjins pale body. Which brings you back to the real important thing.

His body felt heavy, heavier than usual. His weak body was infuriating to him. And there was nothing he wished more then to curse himself for what he was given. Though, should he really blame his body for this?

Maybe it was all merely an excuse to console himself. To not think about his true weakness. But, it didn't redirect his self-anger.

“Shit..” he cursed under his breath, your ears barley able to catch on it. You assumed his body was in a burning pain that you wished to relive. But it wasn’t in your hands.

With a sigh, hyunjin leaned on to your body. Having no strength to carry himself up. He thought of nothing else but how pathetic he must have looked

But seeing your unwavering face as you tried helping him, he doubted he had any saying.

More than anything, he hated being a burden or a charity-case. But having only been summoned he hadn’t quite adjusted to your aura. Which only meant his healing would take longer then it should have.

Only in times like these, did you truly notice From afar the hyunjin was gorgeous...and from up close, he was enchanting.

Even in the state he currently was his beauty remain.

Was it sad? That even knowing hyunjin was nothing but a noble phantom who would disappear when the war came to an end, you still took a moment to gaze at those soft lips?

It was…

⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍

You had done your best to take care of the male. His chest cover in soft bandages that you wrapped. However you had never took care of injuries this serious. You nearly felt embarrassed about the mess you had made trying to help him out. However he gave no comment on it.

Maybe his body was still tired from fighting saber. fighting saber truly took a toll on his body, you doubted the pain had gone away.

“I thought.. servants where able to heal themselves…” the question was stupid, however genuine curiosity took the best of you.

Bad move.

His head turn to your direction, his dark blue eyes forcing a glare. “I was just summoned, my body hasn’t quite adjusted to your aura master. It we’ll take a while for my body to get use to it.”

And there he goes, going back to calling you master when you thought you finally Brocken formalities.

“What about saber? He was pretty strong. You think it’s been a while since he was summoned?”

“I don’t think so, it didn’t give me that impression anyway. His master must have a an incredible amount of aura, He has yet to still reach his full potential.” Hyunjin leaned against the railing of the bed, his gaze locking on yours. “I don’t mean to offend you master, but your aura is a little lacking. So if we wanna defeat saber we’ll have to wait.”

Your cheeks heated up, a huff escaping your lips before crossing your arms. “Jerk.”

“Hear me out, your aura is quite strong. Stronger then any normal mage, maybe that’s the reason I find it hard to adjust to it. Nevertheless your my ideal type for a mage.”

This made your head shoot to his direction. Your cheeks turning radder then they should have.

“However…” he halted for a moment his gaze flickering from your figure to somewhere else. “I particularly dislike your way of thinking.” Waiting for a few moments, the servant expected a response.

But your confused state didn’t allow you to do so. You where unsure what he was referring to.

All you did was stare making him sigh further.

“To you we have already lost. I don’t know what the reason may be, if it’s Because I’m a caster or because saber scares you. But I don’t care. I despise it when people doubt my ability’s. I well win this war, and you well swallow all the discouraging thoughts you may have.” Determined, he pushed himself off the bed. Sending one of his infamous glares your way.

the cautious rays of the moon illuminated his frame. His skin practically glowing under the moons shine. It was a breathtaking sight. You’d be lying to say it hadn’t amazed you. You had almost lost what you had been conversing about, thankfully doe, you had been unconsciously listening. A habit you where forced to get into thanks to constantly having your head in the clouds.

Your lips turn up into a smile, not being able to hold it back with the confident stare he was sending you. “We’ll see about that, caster. Make me root my words.”

You lightly chuckled, pushing the male back to bed. "But for now rest up, we won't advance until your all healed up, so tomorrow I'll show you around the city."

With a hum, he let him self rest in the comfortable mattress. His eyelids growing heavier as a reminder of how tired he truly was. He had been pushing the feeling away as much as he could, but in the end he couldn't. Instead letting his eyes close driving him into a peaceful sleep. A much needed one at that.

Over the past three years, your father had prayed maybe even bagged for you to posses saber durning this season. Knowingly that saber was probably the most powerful and skilled between servants. And now you had taken a look to his power, surely they where no lies.

However.. for some reason, you weren't upset for what you had gotten. You had grown to accept it, seeing that your servant was pretty capable of providing you protection. You where an odd pair, anyone could see that. Polar opposites. But you felt that both your auras where dancing in harmony. That could only mean one thing. Your bond would grow to be strong.

You wonder if your father would be disappointed. Mad even. He had always said you had a much to kind heart. The last thing he ever wanted was the war to ruin that demeanor.

The old lady toma had said something similar. Convincing your father that your inner self would never allow you to win the war, surely leading you to your own death instead.

It wasn't that being kind was much of a problem. In fact it was the in capability of taking another's life.

You had always set your mind to something, a goal you so much wanted to achieve. For your father, for your mother and for everyone in the oddinary season.

You would win the oddinary season, with no blood stained in your hands, to wish upon the gods to end such an event. Saying it was rather simple, however actually achieving it was the tuff part.

Your eyes settle at the man before you. You weren't alone anymore, you where one step closer to your goal. Right now you felt pretty invincible, making a smile take over your lips.